Missing Dresden? Body twitching and hands trembling as you contemplate the months you need to wait for your next Butcher fix? Try Ken Harmon’s The Fat Man, A tale of North Pole Noir.
Gumdrop Coal, the elf in charge of Santa’s Coal Patrol, has just been fired. As the flap says: “North Pole disillusionment is nothing new: Some elves brood with a bottle of nog, trying to forget their own ‘wish list.’ Some get better. Some get bitter. Gumdrop Coal wants revenge.” Or, rather, what he wants is Justice.
This utterly charming mystery seamlessly blends together Tiny Tim, Pottersville, the Misfit Toys, the Three French Hens, a visit to Whoville, and ever other Christmas reference you can think of. The writing is perfectly noir and really charming. The characters are appealing. The background is delightful. And there are wonderful chapter titles like: “I’m Telling You Why” and “Later On, We’ll Conspire.”
It caught my eye the moment I saw it on the Christmas table at B&N…but I was uncertain. Christmas. Noir. My money was on Santa as the bad guy, and that I just did not want to read. A friend said the same thing. He say it and said, “That’s more of that crap where they don’t even use the word Christmas.” (Or he said something pretty much like that.)
But we were both wrong. Sooooooo wrong. By the second time, Santa was talking about how he did what he did for children to honor the bigger present another Child gave us, I was utterly hooked. I’ve always loved Santa and I’ve always felt he represented something more than greed. This book really brings that out. This is a real Christmas book.
But I should warn you, this is a Christmas book. If Christmas is not your thing, this won’t be either.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon.