The Letter Writer
by Dan Fesperman
This novel combines two of my loves – detective stories and
New York City history. Although it
clocks in at over 400 pages (and does not need to) I finished it in a couple of
days. It is the kind of book that leads
me to plan on reading one chapter before turning out the light and then reading
four.
In fact, an ocean liner, The
Normandie, did burn in NY harbor while being converted into a troop
transport ship in early 1942, adding to the already hysterical fear gripping the
city after Pearl Harbor. The ensuing
investigation showed that the fire was accidental, not sabotage, but led to a
secret agreement between the US Navy and organized crime to keep the NYC docks
free of both sabotage and labor disputes for the duration of the war. The history includes Albert Anastasio joining
the army, Meyer Lansky getting into street brawls with German sympathizers in
Yorkville and Lucky Luciano transferring to a prison closer to the city so he
could better supervise his dockworkers.
To this history, Fesperman adds a varied cast of fictional
characters and the expert plotting of a professional. Chief among the characters is Danziger, the
letter writer of the title – an elderly Jew who makes a living writing letters
in one of his 5 languages for fellow immigrants. The profession of letter writing allows
Danziger access to any number of secret relationships at the same time it helps
him hide his own past. Danziger gets
mixed up with Woodrow Cain, an NYPD detective recently transplanted from North
Carolina with baggage of his own.
Detecting, both professional and amateur, ensues in complex and
entertaining ways as Fesperman imagines both Murder Incorporated and the NYPD
investigating the fire on The Normandie.
The weakness of the book is the detective. While a very sympathetic character, Woodrow
Cain never seems fully fleshed out. He
is a single father with a hostile father-in-law and a tragic past, but much of
that comes across as information.
Fesperman avoids any of the clichés that mark the
rural-southerner-in-the-city trope – Cain is not slow of speech, not an
unfashionable dresser, and he doesn’t have a font of homespun wisdom to draw
on. But neither does he have any real
feeling for his hometown: he remembers
few people, longs for no particular food, misses nothing about the climate or
the countryside and is rarely cowed by pace, size, music, economy or language
of his new home. In short, he is not a
clichéd southerner because he is not much of a southerner at all.
There is much about Cain’s background – his estranged wife,
his struggles to find babysitting for his daughter, his new love-life in the
big city, but most of that complicated his present as much as making him come
alive. It is those details that seemed
to push the novel past the 400 page mark unnecessarily,
However, I hope it also set up possible sequels. The war that has only just begun will be long
and surely Woodrow Cain will have other cases worthy of Mr. Fesperman’s
attention.
1 comment:
I read this over Christmas break and felt similarly - it's not great, but there are definitely bones there to move onto in future books. I found the Danziger parts fascinating, especially now that ethnic enclaves have all but disappeared outside of Chinatown and Little Odessa. On the other hand, the actual detective work got fabulously complicated. I remembered the story from the filming of the Big Sleep where the producers sent Raymond Chandler a note asking him who killed the chauffeur and he answered "Damned if I know." By the end of the book I could barely trace the relations between the underworld and corrupt officials. Of course, it was Christmas and my blood was mostly eggnog, so that may be on me more than the author.
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