An Appreciation of S.J. Rozan
Reflecting the Sky, St. Martin's Minotaur, $6.50; Winter and Night, St. Martin's Minotaur, $6.99 and The Shanghai Moon, $24.95.
S.J. Rozan has one of the more impressive records in mystery fiction—she's won the Anthony, Macavity, Shamus, Nero, and the big Kahuna, the Edgar. Her books are straight up P.I. novels—with a twist. I think if you read mysteries at all and are fond of the P.I. genre, you're familiar with Rozan's dual narrators, who alternate from book to book. It gives her series a freshness and originality that make it distinct from other P.I. series books out there, though the books certainly owe a debt to books by, say, Robert B. Parker, Marcia Muller, Sue Grafton and Sara Paretsky. Since Grafton, Muller and Paretsky took ownership of the feminine point of view, Rozan's made her own point of view striking by having one of her narrators, Lydia Chin, be a young Chinese woman, and the other narrator, Bill Smith, be a more typical male P.I., though like Spencer he has a softer side. His anger issues are more similar to someone like Dave Robicheaux. Lydia mostly keeps him in line, but both their male/female and Chinese/American dynamic keep things interesting. There's no settling for these two. Bill is more laconic; Lydia paces. Lydia drinks tea, Bill drinks coffee—and he drinks and smokes, like any American P.I. worth his salt.
When Lydia and Bill arrive Hong Kong seems overwhelming to Lydia—it's huge, crowded and the constantly rushing crowds of people have her in a dither before she even begins to complete her first task, delivering the jade. This proves impossible, as when Lydia and Bill arrive at the apartment of Mr. Wei's Hong Kong son Steven, they find that Steven's son Harry has been kidnapped.
Any P.I. novel mainly has the invesstigator going from source to source, asking questions, and if they're any good at all, getting beaten up themselves. This, of course, is exactly what Lydia and Bill do. Though the family doesn't want the police involved—in Hong Kong, it's not typical for the police to be involved in a "straightforward" kidnaping—never the less, the police do become involved in the person of one Mark Quan, a Hong Kong cop who grew up in America, and who also knows Grandfather Gao. As the action becomes tighter and the search for the boy more complex, Rozan keeps the action nicely balanced with Lydia's emotional journey through Hong Kong. The exotic setting almost becomes one of the characters—the heat, the crowds, the skinny high rises with the plumbing on the outside—you're really with Lydia on her journey.
The way into Warrenstown, it turns out, is football, and the death Bill stumbled on bears a resemblance to a twenty year old crime. The more Bill is convinced, the more everyone in town tells him he's wrong. Of course the desire to find his nephew drives him through it; Rozan is able to weave a satisfying and emotionally complicated story around a familiar tale of jock superiority. It's exaggerated but believable to anyone who wasn't on the football team—or a cheerleader—in high school. When the story is ultimately wrapped up it's not without tragedy, but it's not without catharsis either.

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