I picked up Craig Rice's 1945 novel
The Lucky Stiff because someone had put it on a "Ten Best Noirs" list. It's not noir
*, but it is a high-water in fast-talking, hard-boiled crime fiction with far more empathy for the accused than most crime writers try, let alone pull off.
The protagonist is Rice's impecunious Chicago lawyer John J. Malone, so you know the laughs will be there, but with a hard edge. (Of course, the best comic crime novels have always leavened the jokes with profound sympathy, or at least empathy, for victims, dupes, and even criminals. Think of
The Thin Man.)
I'm about two-thirds of the way through the book, and only twice, for a total of two or three words, has a laugh line seemed even slightly forced or cheap. The rest to the time Rice juggles humor, suspense, domestic interludes, and dark empathy, and keep all the balls in the air.
And now, your question:
When does humor become too much in a crime novel or story? When the humor is just right, and what makes it so?
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Here are two previous posts about Craig Rice (Click the link and scroll down). And here's an article about the Craig Rice touch from the Rue Morgue Press website.
* OK, maybe
The Lucky Stiff is noir. I shall be happy to discuss this further once you have all read the book.
© Peter Rozovsky 2015Labels: comic crime fiction, Craig Rice, Humor, John J.Malone, miscellaneous, The Thin Man