Book Review: ‘The Fifth Floor’ by Michael Harvey
Vintage Crme/Black Lizard, 2008
ISBN: 978-0-307-38629-8
273 pages
Reviewed by Danielle L. Parker
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What makes a book noir? Over the years, it’s been one of my favorite genres. I wrote my first published novel, The Infinite Instant, in the style. Michael Harvey’s book The Fifth Floor is definitely another noir novel. I’d say even more so than mine. And there’s a reason for that.
Let’s start off by defining noir. The Literary Encyclopedia (Lee Horsley, University of Lancaster) lists four points in its definition: “(i) the subjective point of view; (ii) the shifting roles of the protagonist; (iii) the ill-fated relationship between the protagonist and society (generating the themes of alienation and entrapment); and (iv) the ways in which noir functions as a socio-political critique.”
None of those points are wrong, but there’s more. First of all, this is one genre where the man in the gray hat─ no one’s wearing a white one─ doesn’t always win the day. The whole story may be from the viewpoint of the bad guys. It’s a given that many noir stories don’t have happy endings. Right doesn’t really triumph in this shadow world (which is why Mr. Harvey’s book is a stronger flavor of noir than mine).
So of course, we have the classic noir protagonist, the private detective who used to be a cop before his badge was stripped off (exactly like Ross MacDonald’s Lew Archer).
Michael Kelly (name sounds a lot like the author’s, doesn’t it?) is the P. I. He’s been hired by the woman he had a long-ago torrid affair with, including an unplanned pregnancy. Her current (she’s had a few) husband is beating the pulp out of her. Or at least it looks like that. Even her daughter comes begging Kelly to kill Bad Old Dad.
But the ex-lover won’t let her hired knight actually do anything about the abusive husband. Kelly starts poking around the husband anyway, which leads him to a murder scene. The victim’s an unlikely one: an old man with a book collection.
One old tome is missing, and Kelly’s off on the hunt. So, why does an old book about
We’ve got a lot of villains, in the usual noir fashion, and a very noir ending, in which some of the baddies get away, and some get justice, though not in the law-and-order courtroom tradition.
But it’s a sort of happy ending. The P. I. even hooks up with a woman. And what a not-so-noir courtship that is! Philip Marlowe was a heart-bitten misogynist; Sam Spade a cynic who could still admire a tough dame; Lew Archer quick to bed and kiss goodbye his willing females. Michael Kelly is just─ supine. Do something, Mr. Harvey, with this passive noodle. Or is the woman making all the moves and the man limply following the path of least resistance the modern way to courtship? I’m so out of practice.
I’ve got to say something about the writing in this story, since prose-as-Art is what the best noir novels are famous for. Hammett’s writing defined the attitude. Ross MacDonald described place and setting so vividly you see, taste and smell every moment. Raymond Chandler took us inside the Gray Knight’s ambiguous psyche. Those are the gold standards, of course (though I confess the author I have the most affection for is John D. MacDonald and his battered boat-bum, Travis McGee).
Mr. Harvey does ok. I didn’t turn the pages for the joy of the prose, but his journalistic training shows in that it’s at least clean. He tried with the setting too─ we get a tour of
Still, I’ll check out the rest in the series. I’m still looking for great noir, but good noir is good enough.
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