8. An Ace up my Sleeve by James Hadley Chase

This is the last of the super 70s Corgi James Hadley Chase's that I bought in a bunch almost entirely for the incredible front covers (love that typeface!).  I have to say, the more of his books I read, the higher he rises in my estimation.  I think he may get doubly denigrated, first because his books were considered exploitative and puerile by the snooty intellectuals of the time and are considered (I suspect) somewhat second-rate by pulp and hard-boiled aficionados of today.  I'm here to tell you that the text itself is more than solid. I'm even starting to believe that he has some real themes and ideas going on under the solid craftsmanship, though that will require more reading on my part.

The first quarter of An Ace up my Sleeve is absolutely excellent.  Straightforward, adult and gripping with a great twist.  The second half of the book meanders a bit, with some clever cat and mouse, back and forth between antagonists, though it is never dull and you definitely want to find out what happens.  Helga Rolfe is a beautiful middle-aged woman, married to a super old businessman. She is lonely and horny as hell (this is portrayed as her one big flaw) and picks up a studly American while traveling alone to Switzerland to meet her husband at their sick cliffside mansion.  He is a big strong naif, AWOL from the army and got rolled by a woman who picked him up at the bar.  He's weirdly competent, though, and seems to constantly avoid getting into a situation where they could hook up.  Then things get interesting.

I'm going to stop here but just say the ending is really interesting on a sociological level, though surprisingly soft given JHC's brutality in past books.  I learned afterwards that there are two other novels continuing Helga Rolfe's adventures.  I will be looking for them and let's hope she gets laid!