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    A Stab in the Dark
    A Stab in the Dark
    A Stab in the Dark
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    A Stab in the Dark

    By Lawrence Block

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    Louis Pinell, the recently apprehended "Icepick Prowler," freely admits to having slain seven young women nine years ago -- but be swears it was a copycat who killed Barbara Ettinger Matthew Scudder believes him. But the trail to Ettinger's true murderer is twisted, dark and dangerous...and even colder than the almost decade-old corpse the p.i. is determined to avenge.

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    PublisherLawrence Block
    Release dateFeb 16, 2012
    ISBN9781938135019
    A Stab in the Dark
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    Lawrence Block

    Lawrence Block is one of the most widely recognized names in the mystery genre. He has been named a Grand Master of the Mystery Writers of America and is a four-time winner of the prestigious Edgar and Shamus Awards, as well as a recipient of prizes in France, Germany, and Japan. He received the Diamond Dagger from the British Crime Writers' Association—only the third American to be given this award. He is a prolific author, having written more than fifty books and numerous short stories, and is a devoted New Yorker and an enthusiastic global traveler.

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    • 5/5
      In the fourth Matthew Scudder novel, Scudder, an ex cop, who resigned after a shooting went bad -as in a 7 year old bystander got killed- lost the itch to work the beat, the itch to be a husband, the itch to be a father and turned to the bars in lower Manhattan. He doesn't have a PI license, but he has the best instincts around and he does favors for friends and friends of friends. Nine years earlier, the icepick killer had knocked off seemingly eight women with icepicks in the eyes. Recently, he was caught and confessed to 7 of 8 murders, and, although certifiably crazy, not to Barbara Eddinger's killing. The father wants Scudder to poke around and see if he can figure it out. Did someone else do it? Was it someone Barbara knew?

      Scudder is a plodding bloodhound of a detective and he doggedly asks questions, hoping something will turn up and fall into his lap. Little by little, the clues come together and something points him in the direction of what really happened. If you like mysteries, this is a good one. Its not as dark and despairing as other Scudder novels. He has yet to admit that he has an alcohol problem, although he can't always remember how he got home.


      It is another dark, gritty terrific novel. If you have read early Block, you will see how all the stuff he tried before comes together in the Scudder novels. There doesn't seem to be a clunker in the bunch.
    • 3/5
      Solid mathew scudder mystery with a clever plot.
    • 4/5
      Synopsis/blurb....Louis Pinell, the recently apprehended "Icepick Prowler," freely admits to having slain seven young women nine years ago -- but be swears it was a copycat who killed Barbara Ettinger Matthew Scudder believes him. ...In this 4th Matthew Scudder book, Scudder is asked to look into the murder of Charles London’s daughter, Barbara. At the time she was believed to have been a victim of the “Icepick” serial killer who has been recently arrested. Pinell, the killer has an alibi for when Barbara was slain and London wants Scudder to make some enquiries because the police aren’t particularly interested. Who was responsible for Ettinger’s death and why?Scudder’s enquiries lead him back to Ettinger’s husband at the time, who may or may not having been cheating on Barbara and could ostensibly have been responsible for the murder. Digging deeper and speaking with the original officers who were part of the original enquiry, as well as Barbara’s sister and neighbours; Matthew still feels the trail has gone too cold and the task is fruitless. Scudder’s involvement also brings him into contact with the victim’s employer at the time of her death, Janice Corwin. Sensing a kindred spirit, with a similar fondness for alcohol, they become involved.After upsetting someone with his questions and the consequent re-opening of old wounds, London tries to yank Scudder off the case. As Scudder hasn’t actually been hired he refuses and continues to dig until he finds the answer. I enjoyed the continuation of Block’s series and Scudder’s continued descent deeper and deeper into the bottle. There is an acknowledgement from him of issues with alcohol, brought home to him, when Jan breaks off their fledgling relationship. How he addresses these difficulties, I’m hoping is explored in book 5 of the series which I will be reading next month.This was another enjoyable and solid book from Block. I would definitely recommend this series to anyone who has enjoys crime fiction and watching the evolution and development of a main character. 4 from 5I bought my copy second-hand years ago, source forgotten.
    • 4/5
      This is by far, my favorite of the Scudder books at this point. Once again, I am presented with the 5 star problem. With the other 3 getting the same rating, how do I differentiate between the installments? I don't have an answer for that. Stop making me feel bad!

      I really wanted to open this review with the line, "My favorite part was when Scudder drinks coffee with bourbon" (get it? 'cause that's like 90% of the novel) but I thought better of it. Scudder's boozing is totally out of control in A Stab In The Dark. He recognizes that he has a problem but he's under the impression that he can stop at any point. It appears that he's in denial but I guess I'll find that out shortly as it looks like it's starting to replace water as his main source of hydration - someone can only do that for so long.

      Considering that Scudder is given a case that's 9 years old with the victim being "buried so goddamn deep", Block shows the true range of Scudder's talent. Block has true writing chops. The fact that he can have Scudder solve a crime of that age under those circumstances AND make it seem plausible is pretty damn impressive.

      About halfway through, I thought I had it all figured out but once again, Block turned the tables and shocked me. Don't even get me started on another big reveal at the end which I also didn't clue in on (but I'd be shocked to know of anyone who did).

      Once again, I'll finish with how excited I am to continue this series. Picked up 8 Million Ways to Die last night and started it right away. I'll be a very sad Brandon when I finish this series.
    • 4/5
      This is another installment in the Matthew Scudder series. I'm liking Matthew more and more as I read the series. Lawrence Block has spent a lot of time making him into a human ex-cop. He makes mistakes, yet he's still heroic in a way. I also liked the plotline. The killer was lurking on the outskirts, but you could find him if you paid careful attention. This was probably my favorite installment so far.
    • 4/5
      Matt Scudder is a former NY cop whose life has fallen apart. After quitting the force, separating from his wife and moving into a hotel, he spends his days in bars "maintenance drinking". That's where his detective buddy sends a man named London to find Scudder. London's daughter was murdered by The Icepick Slasher nine years before, but the recent arrest of the slasher, and his admission to all the murders except London's daughter, sends the father to Scudder, a drunk who isn't in any business now, but whose tenacity and financial need makes him take the offer.I've yet to be disappointed by Block. This is a good hardboiled, with murder, dames and lots of drinking.
    • 3/5
      Much better than the other Lawrence Block I read this year (The Specialist). Matthew Scudder is a long running series. The classic book in the series is the 5th, Six Million Ways To Die where Scudder comes to grips with his growing alcoholism. Six Million Ways To Die was made into a horrible movie starring Jeff Bridges. Don't watch it. A Stab in the Dark is the 4th book. Scudder is investigating the 9-year old murder of a young woman. This murder was one of a string perpetrated by the so-called ice-pick prowler who had never been captured. Now the murderer has been caught and has admitted to all the killings except for this one. Scudder takes on the investigation at the bequest of the girl's father. An undercurrent to the story is Scudder's near constant drinking and his weaker and weaker defense to himself that he can handle it.
    • 3/5
      Digital audiobook read by William Roberts Matthew Scudder series, number four. Scudder is a former NYPD detective who now free-lances as a detective on seemingly impossible cases. He doesn’t have an office, or business cards, and takes only those cases that interest him and that he feels he may be able to help. Definitely unconventionalThis time out he’s approached by a man who wants answers on his daughter’s murder some nine years previous. Her killing was attributed to the Ice Pick Killer, a serial killer who recently confessed to a series of murders. But he could not possibly have murdered Barbara Ettinger; he was hospitalized at the time of her death. So who did it?Block writes a tight, fast-moving, noir police-procedural. Scudder is something of a mystery himself. Oh, we know why he left the force and we’re privy to his demons, but he plays his cards close to the vest. Watching him ferret out the truth is engaging and fascinating. William Roberts does a fine job of narrating the audiobook. He sets a good pace and brings Scudder (and the other characters) to life.
    • 5/5
      Another page turner from Lawrence Block!Hard drinking, world weary detective Matthew Scudder is at it again, taking on a case that no one else would even consider.Matthew Scudder is a former police detective who has chosen to drop out of the mainstream and coast along on the fringes of society. When he needs money - or when he feels like it - he takes on cases as a "favor" to those who need his help, he makes a point of telling potential favor seekers that, since he doesn't have a license, he's not technically a private detective. They give him a certain amount of money up front in the form of "a gift" (whatever amount comes to his mind at a given time), if he needs more he'll ask, if he thinks they've got change coming back they'll get it, if they don't want to pay him then so be it. Once he takes on a case he's like a starving dog with a bone, you just about have to kill him to get him to let go... just about.In this book Matt is brought in to investigate the cold case of a woman who was originally believed to be one of several victims of a serial killer, now the killer has been caught and he's got a solid alibi for that particular killing - it wasn't him - so the victim's father brings in Scudder. It's been nine years and there's not much there, the case was always thought to be part of a larger killing spree so it was never fully investigated any other way. Scudder's job, as one associate puts it, "Is like hunting a black cat in a coal mine." He starts to unravel the pieces and in the process does a little unraveling himself. It rapidly becomes less about the case and more about the man doing the investigating.The ending was a surprise but then again it wasn't. It doesn't come completely out of nowhere and once the answer is right there it's a feeling of `Well, of course!' Like putting together a jigsaw puzzle that doesn't really look like anything until you get down to the final few pieces and it's so obvious you can't imagine how you ever missed it.A Stab in the Dark is the fourth novel in the Matthew Scudder series and the one where it really starts to show that this series is a little different, it's not just another collection of hard-boiled crime stories. The reader gets a better insight into who the character is, who he was, and just how messed up his whole life has become. Things are going on beneath the surface, there is more nuance here than in the previous three novels. We are shown a less flattering side of Matt Scudder as he himself seems to become aware (possibly for the first time) that there is no going back and starts to deal with the consequences of where he's at in life. For the first time the other characters (some will become series regulars) begin to come forward more and the city, which was always a vital part of the series, comes alive as never before.
    • 3/5
      A little bit different from the first three. What for nine years people thought was one victim of a serial icepick killer is revealed to be the victim of a copycat. Scudder investigates the very cold trail and discovers the killer. Meanwhile meets a fellow alcoholic, but she is ahead in her self-awareness..
    • 4/5
      These early Matthew Scudder books, written in the late 70s and early 80s, feel like a window into another world. Scudder isn’t so much a private investigator as he is 'a guy who does favors and sometimes takes some money in exchange for them'. He solves his mysteries without the aid of computers and databases and cell phones — his tools of the trade are footwork, conversation, and public libraries. He spends a lot of time knocking on doors and dropping dimes(!) into pay phones. Unfortunately, he also spends a lot of time in the bottle, a trait that follows him through the series. In this book, a man has been arrested for a series of murders several years earlier. The problem is, he couldn’t have killed the final victim. That victim’s father is looking for answers, and Scudder is going to try to find them. I enjoy these books because they’re short, gritty, and to the point.

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    A Stab in the Dark - Lawrence Block

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    Block knows how to weave a tangled web. And when people try to deceive, which is fairly often in his books, they get into a lot of trouble. Block's plots are taut, and his dialogue realistic without too many embellishments. The characters are tough men and they speak accordingly. 

    ~Rocky Mountain News

    Unusually well written! Block is a deft surgeon, sure and precise.

    ~The New York Times

    Riveting...a staggering conclusion.

    ~Publishers Weekly

    Convincing suspense.

    ~Philadelphia Inquirer

    Block is awfully good, with an ear for dialogue, an eye for low-life types, and a gift for fast and effortless storytelling that bears comparison with Elmore Leonard.

    ~Los Angeles Times

    When Lawrence Block is in his Matt Scudder mode, crime fiction can sidle up so close to literature that often there’s no degree of difference.

    ~Philadelphia Inquirer

    One of the very best writers now working the beat. Block has done something new and remarkable with the private-eye novel.

    ~Wall Street Journal

    Block’s prose is as smooth as aged whiskey.

    ~Publishers Weekly

    One of the most complex and compelling heroes in modern fiction. Thrillers don’t get better than this.

    ~San Diego Union-Tribune

    After twenty-five years in the business, Matt Scudder still strolls New York’s mean streets as if he had personally laid the cobblestones.

    ~Marilyn Stasio, New York Times Book Review

    Matthew Scudder is the kind of mystery anti-hero who turns mere readers into series addicts.

    ~Atlanta Journal-Constitution

    Much more than a mystery. A book about men, about booze, about New York, by one of the surest, most distinctive voices in American fiction.

    ~Martin Cruz Smith

    Scudder is an original and these pages ring with all the authenticity of a blast from a .38.

    ~Anniston Star

    Blocks characters, the bar-flies and the cops, are as much flesh and blood as any mystery writer’s working today.

    ~Greensboro News and Record

    Consistently tasty and surprising, full of smart, ringing dialogue and multiple textures. If you prefer true grit, Matt Scudder’s your man.

    ~Seattle Times

    One of the most hackneyed phrases that reviewers can use is to compare a writer to Chandler or Hammett. Perhaps the time has come to change that benchmark to include Lawrence Block.

    ~Book Page

    Scudder is one of the most appealing series characters around

    ~LA Times

    Bull’s-eye dialogue and laser-image description … any search for false notes will prove futile … [Block’s] eye for detail is as sharp as ever, and characters almost real enough to touch abound

    ~New York Times Book Review

    Fast-paced, insightful, and so suspenseful it zings like a high-tension wire

    ~Stephen King

    Outstanding … excellent … smoothly paced, deftly plotted, brightly phrased study of perversity

    ~Chicago Tribune

    One of the very best writers now working the beat

    ~Wall Street Journal

    Cries out to be read at night … First class … Tough and sharp … It would be hard to find a better mystery

    ~People

    Absolutely riveting … Block is terrific

    ~Washington Post

    What he does best—writing popular fiction that always respects his readers desire to be entertained but never insults their intelligence"

    ~GQ

    There with the best … The real McCoy with a shocking twist and stylish too

    ~Observer

    THE MATTHEW SCUDDER NOVELS:

    The Sins of the Fathers

    Time to Murder and Create

    In the Midst of Death

    A Stab in the Dark

    Eight Million Ways to Die

    When the Sacred Ginmill Closes

    Out on the Cutting Edge

    A Ticket to the Boneyard

    A Dance at the Slaughterhouse

    A Walk Among the Tombstones

    The Devil Knows You’re Dead

    A Long Line of Dead Men

    Even the Wicked

    Everybody Dies

    Hope to Die

    All the Flowers are Dying

    A Drop of the Hard Stuff

    The Night and The Music

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    LAWRENCE BLOCK

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    Version 2012.02.13

    I didn’t see him coming. I was in Armstrong’s at my usual table in the rear. The lunch crowd had thinned out and the noise level had dropped. There was classical music on the radio and you could hear it now without straining. It was a gray day out, a mean wind blowing, the air holding a promise of rain. A good day to be stuck in a Ninth Avenue saloon, drinking bourbon-spiked coffee and reading the Post’s story about some madman slashing passersby on First Avenue.

    Mr. Scudder?

    Sixty or thereabouts. High forehead, rimless eyeglasses over pale blue eyes. Graying blond hair combed to lie flat on the scalp. Say five-nine or -ten. Say a hundred seventy pounds. Light complexion. Cleanshaven. Narrow nose. Small thin-lipped mouth. Gray suit, white shirt, tie striped in red and black and gold. Briefcase in one hand, umbrella in the other.

    May I sit down?

    I nodded at the chair opposite mine. He took it, drew a wallet from his breast pocket and handed me a card. His hands were small and he was wearing a Masonic ring.

    I glanced at the card, handed it back. Sorry, I said.

    But—

    I don’t want any insurance, I said. And you wouldn’t want to sell me any. I’m a bad risk.

    He made a sound that might have been nervous laughter. God, he said. Of course you’d think that, wouldn’t you? I didn’t come to sell you anything. I can’t remember the last time I wrote an individual policy. My area’s group policies for corporations. He placed the card on the blue-checked cloth between us. Please, he said.

    The card identified him as Charles F. London, a general agent with Mutual Life of New Hampshire. The address shown was 42 Pine Street, downtown in the financial district. There were two telephone numbers, one local, the other with a 914 area code. The northern suburbs, that would be. Westchester County, probably.

    I was still holding his card when Trina came over to take our order. He asked for Dewar’s and soda. I had half a cup of coffee left. When she was out of earshot he said, Francis Fitzroy recommended you.

    Francis Fitzroy.

    Detective Fitzroy. Thirteenth Precinct.

    Oh, Frank, I said. I haven’t seen him in a while. I didn’t even know he was at the Thirteenth now.

    I saw him yesterday afternoon. He took off his glasses, polished their lenses with his napkin. He recommended you, as I said, and I decided I wanted to sleep on it. I didn’t sleep much. I had appointments this morning, and then I went to your hotel, and they said I might find you here.

    I waited.

    Do you know who I am, Mr. Scudder?

    No.

    I’m Barbara Ettinger’s father.

    Barbara Ettinger. I don’t—wait a minute.

    Trina brought his drink, set it down, slipped wordlessly away. His fingers curled around the glass but he didn’t lift it from the table.

    I said, The Icepick Prowler. Is that how I know the name?

    That’s right.

    Must have been ten years ago.

    Nine.

    She was one of the victims. I was working over in Brooklyn at the time. The Seventy-eighth Precinct, Bergen and Flatbush. Barbara Ettinger. That was our case, wasn’t it?

    Yes.

    I closed my eyes, letting the memory come back. She was one of the last victims. The fifth or sixth, she must have been.

    The sixth.

    And there were two more after her, and then he went out of business. Barbara Ettinger. She was a schoolteacher. No, but it was something like that. A day-care center. She worked at a day-care center.

    You have a good memory.

    It could be better. I just had the case long enough to determine it was the Icepick Prowler again. At that point we turned it over to whoever had been working that case all along. Midtown North, I think it was. In fact I think Frank Fitzroy was at Midtown North at the time.

    That’s correct.

    I had a sudden rush of sense memory. I remembered a kitchen in Brooklyn, cooking smells overladen with the reek of recent death. A young woman lay on the linoleum, her clothing disarrayed, innumerable wounds in her flesh. I had no memory of what she looked like, only that she was dead.

    I finished my coffee, wishing it were straight bourbon. Across the table from me, Charles London was taking a small tentative sip of his scotch. I looked at the Masonic symbols on his gold ring and wondered what they were supposed to mean, and what they meant to him.

    I said, He killed eight women within a period of a couple months. Used the same MO throughout, attacked them in their own homes during daylight hours. Multiple stab wounds with an icepick. Struck eight times and then went out of business.

    He didn’t say anything.

    Then nine years later they catch him. When was it? Two weeks ago?

    Almost three weeks.

    I hadn’t paid too much attention to the newspaper coverage. A couple of patrolmen on the Upper West Side had stopped a suspicious character on the streets, and a frisk turned up an icepick. They took him into the station house and ran a check on him, and it turned out he was back on the streets after an extended confinement in Manhattan State Hospital. Somebody took the trouble to ask him why he was toting an icepick, and they got lucky the way you sometimes do. Before anybody knew what was happening he’d confessed to a whole list of unsolved homicides.

    They ran his picture, I said. A little guy, wasn’t he? I don’t remember the name.

    Louis Pinell.

    I glanced at him. His hands rested on the table, fingertips just touching, and he was looking down at his hands. I said that he must have been greatly relieved that the man was in custody after all these years.

    No, he said.

    The music stopped. The radio announcer hawked subscriptions to a magazine published by the Audubon Society. I sat and waited.

    I almost wish they hadn’t caught him, Charles London said.

    Why?

    Because he didn’t kill Barbara.

    Later I went back and read all three papers, and there’d been something to the effect that Pinell had confessed to seven Icepick Prowler slayings while maintaining he was innocent of the eighth. If I’d even noted that information first time around, I hadn’t paid it any mind. Who knows what a psychotic killer’s going to remember nine years after the fact?

    According to London, Pinell had more of an alibi than his own memory. The night before Barbara Ettinger was murdered, Pinell had been picked up on the complaint of a counterman at a coffee shop in the east twenties. He was taken to Bellevue for observation, held two days and released. Police and hospital records made it quite clear that he was in a locked ward when Barbara Ettinger was killed.

    I kept trying to tell myself there was a mistake, London said. A clerk can make a mistake recording an admission or release date. But there was no mistake. And Pinell was very adamant on the subject. He was perfectly willing to admit the other murders. I gather he was proud of them in some way or other. But he was genuinely angry at the idea that a murder he hadn’t committed was being attributed to him.

    He picked up his glass but put it down without drinking from it. I gave up years ago, he said. I took it for granted that Barbara’s murderer would never be apprehended. When the series of killings stopped so abruptly, I assumed the killer had either died or moved away. My fantasy was that he’d had a moment of awful clarity, realized what he’d done, and killed himself. It made it easier for me if I was able to believe that, and from what a police officer told me, I gathered that that sort of thing occasionally happens. I came to think of Barbara as having been the victim of a force of nature, as if she’d died in an earthquake or a flood. Her killing was impersonal and her killer unknown and unknowable. Do you see what I mean?

    I think so.

    Now everything’s changed. Barbara wasn’t killed by this force of nature. She was murdered by someone who tried to make it look as though her death was the work of the Icepick Prowler. Hers was a very cold and calculating murder. He closed his eyes for a moment and a muscle worked in the side of his face. For years I thought she’d been killed for no reason at all, he said, and that was horrible, and now I can see that she was killed for a reason, and that’s worse.

    Yes.

    I went to Detective Fitzroy to find out what the police were going to do now. Actually I didn’t go to him directly. I went to one place and they sent me to another place. They passed me around, you see, no doubt hoping I’d get discouraged somewhere along the way and leave them alone. I finally wound up with Detective Fitzroy, and he told me that they’re not going to do anything about finding Barbara’s killer.

    What were you expecting them to do?

    Reopen the case. Launch an investigation. Fitzroy made me see my expectations were unrealistic. I got angry at first, but he talked me through my anger. He said the case was nine years old. There weren’t any leads or suspects then and there certainly aren’t any now. Years ago they gave up on all eight of those killings, and the fact that they can close their files on seven of them is simply a gift. It didn’t seem to bother him, or any of the officers I talked to, that there’s a killer walking around free. I gather that there are a great many murderers walking around free.

    I’m afraid there are.

    But I have a particular interest in this particular murderer. His little hands had tightened up into fists. She must have been killed by someone who knew her. Someone who came to the funeral, someone who pretended to mourn her. God, I can’t stand that!

    I didn’t say anything for a few minutes. I caught Trina’s eye and ordered a drink. The straight goods this time. I’d had enough coffee for a

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