#641: Killed on the Rocks (1990) by William L. DeAndrea

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The brain works in funny ways. TomCat has been a champion of Killed on the Rocks (1990), the sixth novel to feature William L. DeAndrea’s semi-amateur sleuth Matt Cobb, for as long as I can remember.  I learned of this book from TC’s list of favourite impossible crime novels, and was delighted to find a copy about 16 months ago, but it would have sat on my shelves for a long time yet — because, dude, my TBR is haunting — had I not learned, quite by accident, that DeAndrea himself died at the tragically tender age of 44.  I can’t explain the logic, but I suddenly had the urge to read this, and the desire to enjoy it…and now I’ve done both.

The puzzle plot, in which a detective has to fit together a seemingly unrelated muddle of inexplicable events in order to get to the truth behind an equally baffling crime, eased out of fashion after the Golden Age novel of detection, as detective fiction slowly morphed into Suspense, Procedural, and other more (ahem) realism-based facets of what is now called “crime writing”.  There have always been proponents of the puzzle plot, of course, and of its High Table, the impossible crime, but they’ve been very much out of vogue for a number of decades, not least because these sorts of books are difficult to write well.  And the 1980s and 1990s were an especially tough time for the puzzler lovers amongst us, with the likes of Ruth Rendell, Ian Rankin, Minette Walters, Reginald Hill, and Colin Dexter rising to prominence and took the genre with them (other, non-British writers were also available).

DeAndrea started writing about television executive Matt Cobb in the 1970s, when the puzzle plot would have been probably at its most tarnished despite great work being done by the likes of John Sladek (who would himself abandon the puzzle after only a handful of excellent swipes), and a total of eight books would come out of the series over a span of 24 years.  While certain concessions are made to the tastes of the time, Killed on the Rocks is probably about as much of a puzzle novel as 1990 could stand — in much the same way that audiences have recently discovered a joy in the genre with Rian Johnson’s Knives Out (2019), you win people over by pretending to meet them halfway.  In all but a few choice pieces of language and the essential technological framing, this could come from as deep as you like in the genre’s heyday.

Observe: following an anonymous tip-off (✔) hinting at madness and murder (✔), Cobb accompanies representatives from the network to the isolated holiday home (✔) of billionaire (✔) G. B. Dost, where the possible take-over of the network is due to be thrashed out.  Cobb is the head of Special Operations at the network see, giving him essentially a roaming brief to investigate (✔) any possible threats to the company, and when snow isolates them (✔) and Dost turns up murdered in impossible circumstance (✔) it’s up to Cobb to get to the truth about which of the motley crew gathered there (✔) is responsible.  From filial discord (✔) to numismatic considerations (✔) it seems plenty of people have a motive to want Dost dead (✔), and stuck together in the isolated mansion (✔) it’s only a matter of time before someone else gets killed (✔).

DeAndrea updates this with the sort of jaded, cynical narrator’s voice that usually gets tiring after three chapters, but is rendered far more palatable here simply due to the pleasant flavour of the acid in Cobb’s veins: see legal man Haskell Freed summed up as “want[ing] to be head of the Network the way Mother Teresa wants to go to Heaven”, or Cobb’s response to Dost’s wife Aranda’s claiming psychic abilities on account of predicting the storm that “a snowstorm on a mountain in upstate New York in the middle of February did not constitute a bold rebuke to the laws of probability”.  Whenever it seems DeAndrea might be getting lazy with the Types he shuts up in the mansion — the Unstable Son, the Suspicious Business Partner, the Loyal Servants, etc. — he reaches into his bag of tricks and pulls out a beautiful turn of phrase to keep you reading.

The crime, too, is a good one: Dost found face down in the snow, some forty yards from the house, with no mark around him — not even his own footprints — to explain how he got there.  When it turns out the phones have been deliberately put out of service (✔) and that the chauffeur Ralph (arriving at the murder scene clad in only his pyjama bottoms and in possession of “the hairiest chest I have ever seen.  I half expected to see WELCOME written out across it”) is a part-time Deputy in the local police, it’s not long before he and Cobb team up (✔) and begin to interview, confer, and get shot at.  Even the interviews are enlivened by DeAndrea’s joyous writing (Ralph and Cobb cracking up at a comment the former makes when interviewing to Aranda had me in fits of giggles) and while Ralph admits he’s out of his depth and defers to Cobb’s greater experience of crime solving, it’s not as if everything always goes to plan (“It was a good agenda.  We followed it without a hitch right through to item one.”).

Killed on the Rocks KindleIt’s mostly the good GAD tropes that work their way in, too, like being told that we’ve heard someone tell “a whacking great lie”, some casually-sprinkled spoilers for (I presume) earlier books in the series, and little asides about “guys like Hercule Poirot and Doctor Fell” managing to keep up a punishing investigation schedule “by being not real”.  A few of the bad ones end up in the mix, too — the impossible crime wouldn’t come off the way we’re told, not least because of, like, Physics, as well as there clearly not being enough [redacted] to enable the killer to [redacted] — and of course you simply have to have the imposition of Cobb’s love life where the impossibly perfect, young, millionairess throws herself at him…but, hey, this is the other half of that halfway meeting.  Also the late scene where Cobb confronts the ranting murderer and they spill everything is…nonsensical, and perhaps not in the way DeAndrea intended.

It’s also not all cynicism and Cobb’s unwavering brilliance, though — he’s a remarkably human investigator at times, trying to convince a suspect to “lower that shotgun before I shit my pants” while also acknowledging the general disdain that the television business propagates:

“What’s important is to be hip. And the only way to be hip is to scorn everything. Because if you take anything seriously, if you care about anything, if you think anything is worthwhile, if you believe in anything, if you love anything, somebody might come along and laugh at you. And of course being a laugher is so much hipper than being a laughee.”

I can see people lumping DeAndrea in with his contemporary Herbert Resnicow, but DeAndrea’s a far more accomplished writer to my tastes.  I need to — and shall — read more DeAndrea to compare fully, of course, but having perhaps delayed on Bill because Herb had failed to excite me, I’d hate for any of you to make the same mistake from a similar position.  This is a hugely enjoyable little puzzle, and a great example of the very late detective fiction that still persisted during the Dark Days; thanks for the recommendation, TC — turns out you get ’em right some of the time after all 🙂


The Matt Cobb novels of William L. DeAndrea

1. Killed in the Ratings (1978)
2. Killed in the Act (1981)
3. Killed With a Passion (1983)
4. Killed On the Ice (1984)
5. Killed in Paradise (1988)
6. Killed On the Rocks (1990)
7. Killed in Fringe Time (1994)
8. Killed in the Fog (1996)

11 thoughts on “#641: Killed on the Rocks (1990) by William L. DeAndrea

  1. thanks for the recommendation, TC — turns out you get ’em right some of the time after all

    Have you considered the possibility that your taste is finally beginning to mature and that’s why your opinions are slowly starting to align with mine? 😉

    I agree DeAndrea was a better writer than Resnicow, but Resnicow was a more ingenious and original plotter with a knack for creating vivid, three-dimensional crime scenes that you can picture, rotate and study in your mind. Something very pleasing to a locked room fiend, like myself. More importantly, DeAndrea and Resnicow kept the traditional detective story alive in the 1980s and 1990s.

    So glad you liked this one and a happy reminder that I still have two, or three, unread DeAndrea’s on the big pile.


    • The three Resnicows I’ve read certainly have intriguing premises, I can’t deny. And, yes. they would have kept some people in puzzle plots during the Dark Days…though it’s to be hoped that such readers progressed onto more hearty fare.

      I have another couple of DeAndreas — The Hog Murders, and, er, something else — and am looking forward to returning to him. It’s now just a mater of when…


      • I read some reviews of Resnicow some time ago – I think they were Tomcat’s – that made me really want to go out and buy the books. But before I had a chance, I read some counter opinions that suggested I shouldn’t bother. Now those poor books are stuck on my to-buy list, but in that moldy corner that I don’t actively pursue. What’s a guy to do!


          • I don’t know if anyone of you is aware of this, but a good chunk of Resnicow’s detective novels were reissued several years ago as inexpensive ebooks. You can even get the whole Gold series as a bundle.

            But before I had a chance, I read some counter opinions that suggested I shouldn’t bother.

            Blasphemers! But if you want a second opinion, you should read Mousoukyoku’s 2012 review of The Gold Deadline, posted on the now sadly defunct On the Threshold of Chaos blog, who read it on my recommendation and praised it highly. Saying it “felt like a very solid Japanese neo-orthodox detective novel.”

            Link: kontonnohazama.blogspot.com/2012/06/gold-solution-deadline.html


            • See?! I bloody knew he’d manage to find them cheaply somehow 😁

              Also, you could read my review of that book, which doesn’t exist because I found the whole thing such hard going, the characters broad and coarse, and the solution almost too nonsensical for words. The motive for how the situation comes about is interesting, I’ll give Resnicow that, but I’d also say that wasn’t enough to justify the time reading the book, especially if you’re pressed for reading time and have so many great and important books you want to read first.

              Damn, Ben, looks like you might just have to read it in order to get out of this tug-of-war for your sympathies ☺️


  2. Thanks for the review – I have this title too! But I also have the first title, and think perhaps I should make a chronological attempt. Thanks for whetting then appetite… ☺️

    PS might “Bert” be a better nickname for Herbert – rather than Rosemary or Oregano? Oops, I meant, Herb? 😝


    • Both the Herberts I’ve known went by Herb, and I know a couple of Roberts who go by Bert. Maybe we slit the difference and go with Erber 🙂


      • Hmmm… I don’t recall meeting anyone named ‘Herbert’ in the UK – that’s where you’re from, right? Those I’ve encountered who are named ‘Robert’ tend to call themselves ‘Rob’. Hence maybe why I thought ‘Herbert’ could be ‘Bert’.

        Anyways. ☺️


  3. I read this after finding it on TomCat’s blog too, a year or two ago. I liked it quite well. I agree with 4/5 as a rating. Of course the puzzle is pretty obvious to anyone well versed in GAD, but I thought it well constructed and pleasant. And it was nice to see a straight forward embrace of the GAD form in a more modern setting. I bought several of his books in a Kindle sale.


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