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Robert “Bob” James

Created by John Goldbach
(1978–)

“A lot remains unknown. Things change when you look at them.”
— Robert clues us in…

Here we go again…

ROBERT “BOB” JAMES is a private eye. A loner with cynical streak that naturally hides a romantic streak. He thinks too much; he drinks too much. He cracks wise, as expected, and when the phone rings in the middle of the night, he invariably answers, and then goes out to set the world right.

Which is how The Devil and the Detective (2013) begins. The phone rings and it’s a woman, Elaine Adams, who’s just discovered her older husband dead with a knife in his chest in their living room. The police are on their way, but her lawyer has suggested she hire a private detective.

And so it goes…

Elaine is, of course, not just young but beautiful, and Robert finds himself falling for her almost instantly–even though she may be the one who killed her husband. Nonetheless, he works the case, when he isn’t busy thinking lofty thoughts, musing on various matters and exchanging lofty philosophical wisecracks with Darren, a chatty flower delivery man who eventually aids the detective in his investigation. Standard fare, really.

Except, not quite. Once more we’re diving into the Metaverse, with a book arguably too smart and literary (and definitely too self-conscious) for its own good. And so we follow Robert, who of course delivers this self-conscious post-modern tale in more-or-less hard-boiled patter, as he smokes, drinks and broods about the sorry state of the world, more interested it seems in musing about his job than in actually doing it.

All the usual tropes are trotted out: the seductive widow/femme fatale, the possibly corrupt cops, the conveniently missing witnesses (or are they suspects?), the sleazy lawyers, the big evil corporation, and all the dirty secrets and lies you’d expect, checked off one by one.

Yet, for all the satiric pokes, jokes and jabs, the story itself seems too generic (Bob James? Elaine Adams?) to fully make its own case. Like, it all takes place in Montreal, I think, although except for a few bits of unexplained French dialogue and the fact that the author himself is from Montreal you’d never know it, and the plot unfolds like it doesn’t really matter, with frequent breaks for Robert to ponder things. How much we’re supposed to laugh is possibly the biggest mystery here.

Just keep telling yourself this short novel isn’t a really book about about a private eye (you just think it is), but a book about books about private eyes. It’s one of those clever little books that may be easier to admire than to enjoy.

How much you’ll like it depends on a) whether you get the joke and b) your tolerance for metafiction.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

John Goldbach is a Montreal writer. He’s the author of The Devil and the Detective (his first novel), and the short story collections Selected Blackouts and It Is an Honest Ghost.

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FURTHER INVESTIGATION

Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.

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