Once again I am satisfied with a Bill Pronzini “Nameless Detective” novel. The prose may be pedestrian, the plot-development workmanlike, and the regular characters just normal average types, likable individuals living their lives within the confines of a series of mystery novels, but all that is more than okay with me. The prose gets to the point, the plots never betray (and often have cool puzzles in them), and I like those regulars—Nameless, his gal Kerry, his old friend Eberhardt—quite a lot, and their averageness sort of fits in with a mystery series where the private eye has no name, struggles with his weight, and spends his spare time reading cheap detective magazines.
This Nameless outing begins with our hero having doubts about his new partnership with his old friend Eberhardt. After all, he’s been a lone wolf for years. Since they aren’t quite open for business yet (Eberhardt is moving his furniture in, and Nameless hates his partner’s yellow file cabinets), our detective is pleased to pick up a final case, just for the lone wolf he used to be.
At first it seems straightforward. Mrs. Haruko Gage apparently has a secret admire, someone who has sends her jewelry in the mail but won’t sign his name. Who is this man? Could it be an old admirer? And is this man a danger, or not? She hires Nameless, and he begins to make enquiries. Soon, though, things get complicated (don’t they always?): there’s a shooting in a Japanese bathhouse, Nameless acquires a tale, and seems the Yakuza are involved. Maybe this wasn’t the very best time to be a lone wolf after all.
The plot is a bit complicated, but fair, and well resolved, with some real excitement at the end. Yes, Quicksilver is an average mystery but a more than average pleasure. The kind of novel Bill Pronzini always delivers.