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FEELERS
Morty Martinez is a “feeler”; he empties homes in
Brooklyn for resale and hopes to find stashes of cash left by deceased occupants
who didn’t trust banks. He also lives in hope that a big find will allow him to
assume “his birthright,” a hacienda in Baja California befitting his
conquistador ancestry. When a job presents him with an $840,000 windfall, he
quickly learns that a recently released Sing Sing prisoner, a retired cop, a
devious and clever hairdresser, and a rival feeler are all after the same score.
Actually, it’s more complicated than that, and Wiprud uses a lengthy letter
Morty writes to a Mexican priest to tell his story. This epistolary form works
well and allows the author to endow Morty with occasional Runyonesque speeches,
bring a dozen quirky characters to life, and paint a vivid portrait of life in
East Brooklyn. Although the body count rises steadily, this is a rollicking,
high-energy tale that recalls Donald Westlake’s comic caper novels.
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“A
highly amusing mystery from Lefty-Award-winner Brian M. Wiprud.” |
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