My first exposure to Block was Hit Man, which I picked up as airplane reading before a long trip. I loved this collection of clever, interlinked, O. Henry-like short stories about a hired killer who, despite being unabashedly amoral, seems to kill only people who richly deserve to be whacked.
I moved on to the Scudders, the Tanners, and the Rhodenbarrs, and enjoyed them all, although I have to say I liked Bernie best. I’m disappointed that Block hasn’t written more of them.
But “disappointment” doesn’t begin to express my feelings about Hit Man 2. After such a great beginning, it is by far the worst thing of his I’ve ever read. It looks like he tried to churn it out in a weekend after drinking too much on Friday night. Take my advice and give it a miss.
But let’s not be negative. I’ve really enjoyed 95% of all the Block I’ve read.
It’s getting late, so I’ll just toss out a couple of things I’ve long felt about Block and his work.
First, is there any other writer who has been so badly served by Hollywood? I haven’t seen the film of 8 Million Ways to Die, but apparently it’s not very well regarded. And I watched about 10 minutes of Burglar and practically had to go to the toilet to wretch. It is truly awful. Whoopi Goldberg as Bernie Rhodenbarr? Uggh.
He’s written so much, and only these two crummy films have been made? Very unfair.
Second, am I the only one who’s wished that there was a story in which Bernie bumped into Matthew, or vice versa? There they both are, wandering around Manhattan, and they’ve never met. It’s not that big a place, after all.