![]() It gets a little long towards the end when Jack finds the sister, and they go out to a Denny’s for a meet-cute. Even without landmarks, Scene feels like a San Francisco detective story, a sub-genre of its own.Īnd just because Brubaker doesn’t recognize his narrator’s passive misogyny doesn’t mean it’s not well-written. It’s a fascinating San Francisco gem, partially if not primarily because of the gorgeous Michael Lark architecture art. Scene’s a Chandler-esque P.I., but it involves late nineties hippies and the children of sixties hippies. ![]() Jack’s case involves a missing little sister and San Francisco hippies. ![]() The second item relates to Raymond Chandler and San Francisco. But it’s also okay because Jack’s a white guy private investigator from a cop family in 1999 San Francisco, so it’s not like he’s necessarily going to be a good guy. I don’t remember Chandler being shitty when describing women. The way he talks about the female characters is a lot, especially since writer Ed Brubaker is doing a Raymond Chandler twice removed. First, protagonist and narrator Jack is a bit of a narcissist, and the reason he’s loveless is because he was a lousy, possessive boyfriend. In the twenty years since Scene of the Crime came out (and I last read it), a couple things have become more clear. ![]()
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