A review by hammo
Ti ucciderò by Mickey Spillane

2.0

Not great. I had to exert energy to finish it. The ending wasn't like "Ohhh, so that's who the killer was and why they did it." so much as "Oh ok. I guess that makes sense."

I think I came across this in the Great Courses lectures on Mystery and Suspense Fiction, in which it was described as a quintessential low-quality pulp fiction detective story. I expected the protagonist to be pure ego fantasy: tough, debonaire, smart, morally superior, always comes out on top in any exchange, beautiful naked women throw themselves at him. James Bond basically. This was all true, except that unlike James Bond, the hero detective is also kinda puritanical. He refuses to have sex before marriage, despite the beautiful naked women throwing themselves at him. There's something weird about this. It still seems basically sexist and boorish but in an uncanny and unfamiliar way.