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MYSTERY/Westlake, Donald E.
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Published
New York : Mysterious Press c1995.
Language
English
Main Author
Donald E. Westlake (-)
Physical Description
454 p.
ISBN
9780446403443
9780892965342
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Review by Booklist Review

Writing is well known as a lonely business whose practitioners are miserable, but Donald Westlake's comic crime novels provoke unbidden images of the author chuckling to himself at the word processor. His latest is full of chuckles for readers: when amiable professional thief Freddie Urban Noon breaks into a posh Manhattan brownstone that houses a research institute, he is captured by two lunatic MDs engaged in research for the tobacco industry. They take his medical history at gunpoint. They also give him a drug that renders him invisible. Freddie uses his invisibility to escape the doctors and to make big scores in diamond and fur heists, but he soon discovers that being invisible is straining his relationship with Peg, his charming significant other. Meanwhile, a hilariously malevolent tobacco tycoon hatches a plan to subvert the Human Genome Project for the good of the tobacco industry. He needs Freddie to implement his plot to "make people safe for tobacco" and employs a chillingly unhilarious rogue cop to find the invisible man. Smoke is deft entertainment, and this reviewer hopes the author is chuckling to himself as he produces the next one. (Reviewed August 1995)0892965347Thomas Gaughan

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Yet another variation on the invisible-man notion doesn't sound like a promising prospect, but if any author can wring some fresh fun out of it, Westlake's the one. He doesn't fail. Freddie Noon is a sharp, likable burglar whose mistake is to break into the offices of two doctors doing so-called research for the Tobacco Institute. Catching him, they make him a human guinea pig for one of their formulas, and‘meet disappearing Freddie. Naturally, his life as a burglar gets much easier, but his girlfriend, Peg, isn't too comfortable with an invisible lover. In no time, Freddie is on the run: the Institute wants him for its nefarious purposes, the doctors want to study him further and a corrupt cop has his own reasons for pursuit. How Freddie and Peg run rings around the opposition, in New York and at an upstate hideaway, is the stuff of glorious Westlake comedy, in which Freddie's invisibility is merely one element in a caper full of hilarious characters, crackpot conversations and narrative sleight-of-hand. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Don't confuse this with the recent Paul Auster/Wayne Wang movie; think instead of Ellison's The Invisible Man. Because that's what happens to petty thief Freddie Noon when he breaks into a research lab looking for something to steal: The two doctors who run the lab for the American Tobacco Research Institute use him as a guinea pig for the experiment that's already left their two cats translucent. The now-invisible Freddie escapes, but how long can he and his girl, Peg Briscoe, keep ahead of (1) the doctors, bent on monitoring their unwilling subject; (2) the nefarious Institute, determined to use Freddie by hook or crook to promote their theory that smoking won't hurt you; and (3) a crooked New York cop who can imagine some very lucrative, illegal, and dangerous things an invisible man could be forced to do? Westlake (Baby, Would I Lie?, 1994, etc.) proceeds from one elaborate set-piece to the next, showing (well, not exactly showing) Freddie in action in New York City's diamond district, slathered with makeup and prosthetics for a night on the town, and riding a bicycle naked en route to the rousing, predictable finale. Full of fun, but not as funnyor as spirited or well- constructedas Westlake's best. Only the anti-tobacco satire hits square on the mark.

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