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Fiction. Mystery. Thriller. Historical Fiction. HTML:There�??s no one and nothing the great detective Nero Wolfe wouldn�??t take on if the price was right. That�??s something wealthy society widow Rachel Bruner is counting on when she writes him a check for a whopping hundred grand. But even Wolfe has a moment�??s doubt when he finds out why the prize is so generous. For the oversize genius and his able assistant Archie Goodwin are about to lock horns with the FBI�??and those highly trained G-men have a way with threats, tails, and bugs that could give even sedentary sleuth Nero Wolfe a run for his money. Introduction by Stuart Kaminsky �??It is always a treat to read a Nero Wolfe mystery. The man has entered our folklore.�?��??The New York Times Book Review A grand master of the form, Rex Stout is one of America�??s greatest mystery writers, and his literary creation Nero Wolfe is one of the greatest fictional detectives of all time. Together, Stout and Wolfe have entertained�??and puzzled�??millions of mystery fans around the world. Now, with his perambulatory man-about-town, Archie Goodwin, the arrogant, gourmandizing, sedentary sleuth is back in the original seventy-three cases of crime and detection written by the inim… (more)
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The Doorbell Rang (which I grabbed off the library shelf at random) turns out to be a significant work in the career of Rex Stout. This tale pits Nero Wolfe against the privacy-invading goons of the FBI in a case that his legman/narrator Archie Goodwin frankly tells him is impossible. "Pfui," says Wolfe, and takes the case anyway. And though Wolfe must undergo the hardship of visiting the basement and speaking while the television blares, the rotund logician does indeed outwit the bureau.
Now, the real J. Edgar Hoover (who at the time was busy bugging Martin Luther King and other people he personally didn't like) took exception to seeing his agency treated with something less than reverence. Rex Stout's FBI file grew thick, and said that "any questions concerning the book should be forwarded to the Crime Records Division." I don't think I could have properly appreciated the delicious irony of all this back in the fourth grade.
Anyway, I enjoyed the company of Archie Goodwin (a breezy gumshoe who wears his Wolfe-acquired cultural lacquer lightly) and Wolfe, who is endearing despite often behaving like a tetchy overgrown baby. One forgives a genius...and envies his lifestyle.
In The Doorbell Rang, Wolfe accepts the challenge of forcing the FBI to stop harassing a rich woman. He takes advantage of a rumor of FBI involvement in another issue to concoct a clever plan. The novel is very timely and topical in that FBI surveillance of individuals was becomg an issue in the mid-sixties. A fun read with idiosyncratic characters. I'll read some more if only to hear Archie's voice again.
The plot unfolds when wealthy widow Rachel Bruner hires Wolfe to stop FBI surveillance on her and her family and staff. She attracted the unwanted attention when she bought 10,000 copies of Fred Cook's exposé on unethical FBI activities, The FBI Nobody Knows (a real book, by the way), and sent them to prominent Americans around the country. Woilfe doesn't disapprove of her actions, having read the book himself, but he thinks she should have known the kind of reaction she would get and that, in any case, trying to stop the FBI from doing something is futile. He's compelled to try when she offers him a $100,000 retainer (that's more than three-quarters of a million in 2018 dollars), to be paid whether he succeeds or not.
But how can an agoraphobic private detective, even one with a crackerjack man of action like Archie Goodwin to do his leg work, supposed to get the FBI to cry uncle? Wolfe initially sets out to find evidence of FBI wrongdoing in another case and use that to persuade the FBI to leave Bruner alone. But when he learns of the murder of a journalist who was investigating the FBI, and that the FBI believe one of their agents is the killer, he comes up with a better plan that involves one of the intricate stunts that Wolfe is so fond of.
The dialogue is crackling, and the interplay between Archie (who is adamantly opposed to trying to trap the FBI out of an abundance of self-interest) and Wolfe (who has his eye on that gigantic fee and an ego that admits no shortcomings in his abilities). The espionage shenanigans — spy-nanigans? — are elaborately farcical, as when Archie briefs their client on how to avoid wiretaps:
"There's absolutely no telling what's going to happen. It's even possible that Mr. Wolfe and I will have to leave his house and hole up somewhere. If you get a message, by phone or otherwise, no matter how, that the pizza is sour, go at once to the Churchill Hotel and find a man named William Coffey. He's a house dick there — an assistant security officer. You can do that openly. He'll have something for you, either to tell you or give you. Pizza is sour. Churchill Hotel, William Coffey. Remember it. Don't write it down."
"I won't." She was frowning. "I suppose you're sure we can trust him?"
"Yes. If you knew Mr. Wolfe better, and me, you wouldn't ask that. Have you got it?"
"Yes." She pulled the collar of her coat, not the sable, something else, closer.
"Okay. Now your getting us if you have to, for something not to be spilled. Go to a phone booth and ring Mr. Wolfe's number and tell whoever answers that Fido is sick, just that, and hang up. Wait two hours and go to the Churchill and William Coffey. Of course this is just for something they are not to know. For anything they have done or already know about, just ring us. Fido is sick."
She was still frowning. "But they'll know about William Coffey after the first time if I go to him openly."
"We may use him only once. Leave that to us. What is sour?"
"The pizza."
"Who is sick?"
"Fido."
"What's his name?"
"William Coffey. At the Churchill."
"Good enough. You'd better get back in, your ears are red."
i could barely follow this one. a lot of unexplained stuff which ends up being sort of connected. archie/y hopping around manhattan. the whole household is just too precious. wolfe seemed to go out a lot but maybe i had the locations mixed up too. i know
Some people consider this the best of the Wolfe canon; I'm not sure I agree, I really liked [book: Some Buried Caesar], [book: The Father Hunt] -- well, actually it's hard to pick a favorite or best one! However, this one would be right up there. Well worth a read or re-read.
This Nero Wolfe mystery is one of Stout's best. It's so satisfying when he outsmarts the FBI and I particularly love the very end.
To make her point, she has given Wolfe a check for one hundred thousand dollars and is good for any further expenses that may be incurred. How can Wolfe turn it down? How can Wolfe stop the FBI?
Archie Goodwin, Wolfe's assistant, may do the footwork, as usual, but once the FBI knows Wolfe is involved Archie finds himself being tailed, Wolfe's townhouse is being watched and the phones are being tapped. With the possibility of the townhouse being bugged, the only way to have any conversations regarding any investigation is with a radio blaring in an effort to make it hard to hear or records any conversations. Phone calls are made from payphones and Wolfe even leaves the house to meet with someone in regards to the case. Something Wolfe doesn't normally do!
When Wolfe learns of an unsolved murder and the theory is that the FBI might have been involved and has let the investigation drop, Wolfe sees a way to look into the FBI activities annoying his client while appearing not to be actually investigating the matter. Wolfe and Archie will solve the murder!
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. But then I enjoy Wolfe and Goodwin!