Westlake plays among all the conventions. Wise-cracking cynical cops. Femme fatales. Grifters. New York streets. A sting. And all from the perspective of our innocent narrator, hurled along an increasingly silly course. He manages to keep the humourous tone just about right, not descending into utter slapstick, but keeping us smiling pretty much all the way.
I dunno if Iíll be back for a lot more except as occasional novelty, and itís a little dated, but this was enjoyable and capable.