This…was very cool. A very satisfying 137-page whodunit to sit down and read all at one go, in a coffee shop on a Saturday afternoon. That’s what I did; the coffee, as coffee does, cooled down but the book heated up, and scalded the synapses with a terrific ending.
I had owned Gambit in some used paperback edition, way back, oh, probably mid-1980s or so - and if I had actually gotten to it as a teen, it would have been one of the earliest Nero Wolfe mysteries I read, along with what was my intro to the series, A Right To Die. But I had that old copy, and somehow never read it. And don’t ask me whatever happened to it.
In the early 1990s, I read The League of Frightened Men because it was on a list of so-called ‘100 Best’ Mystery books, and at that time, Bantam Books was putting just about all the Nero Wolfe books back into print, with great cover art (Tom Hallman, have I got the artist’s name right? He deserves that, but it’s my memory we're relying on, so, prob not). I devoured them all as they showed up at the bookstore, and waited for Gambit with special interest, because I had done the book a dirty, by not reading it the first time I had it. But, to the best of my knowledge - and for reasons I have never known - Gambit just never seemed to materialize through that long cycle of re-issues. At least, not where I lived! The guilt, the regret…
Saw a used edition from the 1960s at a local Mystery bookstore, and picked it up. So simple, just had to remember “uh, check for Gambit. And hope it has not been reprinted as much due to it stinking…”.
Oh it doesn’t. No, I loved it. At a chess tournament in New York - one of those where one guy shows off by playing several adversaries at once - someone gets poisoned. By the time our poor fella winds up at the hospital, it’s checkmate, games over, game’s over.
This one reminded me of some of my favourite old whodunits, in flashes - Eighty Million Eyes by McBain; Minute for Murder by Blake; Rex Stout’s own Not Quite Dead Enough - meaning we are in “sure, there’s nothing really new under the Sun” territory, while at the same time living it up in “but, he sure has a fresh take on some familiar angles” country. Specifically, I am so tired of hidden tape recorders used to get incriminating comments to make all right with the world after murder and mayhem, but even with that, Rex Stout finds a fresh take. I mean, no amnesia, and no twins, so I’ll allow for hidden mics, if the scene stays clever and suspenseful.
On the other hand, is there a “fair play” problem here? A big piece of the puzzle for the reader to chew on drops quite late…and it has to, because it gets a reader thinking in an entirely new way. It takes things outside the box, or whatever corner the very compelling plot has painted itself into (in a good way). But - and I have to tread carefully here - does a reader have a chance, earlier, to figure something crucial out well before being handed some key info quite late, which should almost definitely cause a lot of re-assessment for most readers, and could even be said to throw the spotlight in one direction…
The flipped-over way of discussing this is to say the book is beautifully structured. There are some tricks to making this plot work, and still have it qualify as a “fair play” mystery, that has to work like hell to keep you from noticing where the wiggle-room is, in a whodunit that wants you to believe as long as possible “it had to happen THIS way!”…”and if not, where’s the damn catch?!”.
There’s, well, sort of a “little” clue, hinting at the “wriggle room” revealed late, before the unmasking. So, a little clue is fair, right? And anyway, my favourite Rex Stout novel, Red Threads (not a Nero Wolfe novel!), is also a wobbly, smirky take on “fair play”, and wriggling out of trapped-in-a-box scenarios, and beautiful structure that transcends the usual fair-play formula that isn’t, like, y’know, the law, or anything.
Prisoner’s Base, In The Best Families, and Murder By The Book still stand out as my favourites in the Nero Wolfe series - and as mentioned, the strange “spin-off” novel Red Threads probably tops all of those - but Gambit was a terrific reunion with Nero Wolfe and Archie, decades after I read most of the series in a cluster. Teenage me made a mistake ignoring this book; falling-apart-but-eyes-still-okay me fixed things, and enjoyed it all the way.