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Last Night I Shot a Private Eye in My Pajamas…

Groucho Marx, P.I.?
Created by Mr. and Mrs. Marx

Okay, I’ll confess. I’m a big Marx Brothers fan. I remember stumbling into class Monday mornings in high school, all bleary eyed, for what seemed like an entire semester, because CBC-Montreal insisted on running Marx Brothers flicks on the late show every Sunday night. And to this day, I shudder at the memory of carrying a bicycle horn tucked in my belt, à la Harpo. In my senior year. What the fuck was I thinking?

But despite my Harpo-channeling, GROUCHO MARX was always my favourite. His acerbic wisecracks, his disdain for authority and kneejerk social norms, the suggestiveness of those waggling brows–what wasn’t there to love for a horny, messed up, insecure kid?

Of course, obsessions change, evolve and adapt, and so by college, my love of detective fiction had come galloping up on the outside, to take the lead (a love, I might add, that so far shows little sign of abating). But part of that newfound P.I. passion was fueled by my discovery of a small paperback called You Bet Your Life by Stuart Kaminsky.

It must have been one of the first private eye novels I remember buying, and it was completely about the Marx Brothers–at the time, I had no idea who private eye Toby Peters–or Stuart Kaminsky–were. In it, Hollywood private peeper Toby Peters is hired by the brothers because Chico has a slight gambling problem (a real thing!), and owes the wrong people (the Chicago mob!) the wrong amount of money ($120,000!). Peters, a Hollywood dick with a knack for helping celebrities out of jams, is hired to intercede, and along the way consorts with Al Capone, Louis B. Mayer, and Ian Fleming (in a brief cameo), as well as the Marx Brothers in all their raving lunacy.

Like I said, what wasn’t there to love?

So, for those of you who aren’t afraid of a little Groucho in your detective fiction–or a little detective fiction in your Groucho–may I offer the following suggestions:

AND NOW, THE PUNCHLINE…

Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. Thanks to Pat Nolan for the push.

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