A detective seeks the body of his murdered client in this absurdist take on the hard-boiled detective novel. Septuagenarian postmodernist Coover (A Child Again, 2005, etc.) presents his story in first-person perspective, and although he never reveals the main character's middle name, readers of Raymond Chandler can guess what the "M" in Phillip M. Noir stands for. The novel alludes frequently to the noirs of yesteryear. All the classic elements are here: the convoluted plot, the conflicted antihero pitted against pervasive rot and corruption, the tricks with point of view. The difference is that they're all filtered through Coover's warped lens. He expounds on his characters' exceedingly base behavior in explicit, sometimes excruciating detail, and seems to delight in doing so. In addition to the standard hard-boiled mystery sins of murder, rampant alcohol abuse and avarice, Coover's characters engage in incest, pedophilia and necrophilia, as well as seemingly nonstop (though otherwise comparatively tame) couplings of every conceivable kind. It's just a little too cartoonish to be taken seriously, but nestled among the filth and depravity are some deft and even oddly tender touches involving unlikely characters: the two Yakuza who engage in years-long conversation largely by tattooing a favorite moll; the girl who falls in love with whoever she's currently dancing with, whose death causes a Russian hit man to trade his rifle for a pool cue. While Coover's unnamed city is a cesspool of crime and corruption governed by nightmare logic, the absurd tone lets us know it's all in fun. Depraved and amusing.
"As his dazzling career continues to demonstrate, Mr. Coover is a one-man Big Bang of exploding creative force."-The New York Times
"At age 75, Coover is still a brilliant mythmaker, a potty-mouthed Svengali, and an evil technician of metaphors. He is among our language's most important inventors." -Ben Marcus
"Just like Thomas Pynchon's Inherent Vice last year, we are looking forward to this experimental re-write of the pulpy genre."-Jason Boog, Galleycat
"Prolific postmodernist Coover (The Public Burning) adds his dazzling two bits to the deconstructionist turf Paul Auster prowled in the New York Trilogy. "There's a mystery here, but you're a street dick, not a metaphysician," the second-person narrative explains. Like Thomas Pynchon in 2009's Inherent Vice, Coover pops off laughs on every page: "Her brother is in it somewhere and he is said also to be wearing women's underpants and a bra.... Is he your double? No, you don't have a bra." And don't forget, Chandler was really funny, too." - Publishers Weekly, STARRED Review
"The whole book is a bruise, punctuated by dead bodies, and it smarts. You wouldn't have wanted it any other way...You see that now, here, in Coover's shady strut through the 'damp, dark night.' Just as you saw it then, in Chandler and Hammett and Cain." Miami Sun Post
"It's a great little book from him-lots of donuts and cross-dressing and satirizing/investigating/homaging the noir genre (easy to satirize, difficult to satirize well), this time in the second person, a weird but inspired choice that works really, really well." Quarterly Conversation
"Robert Coover has made a name for himself writing fiction that treads hard and fast on the rules. Noir is no exception. It takes the motifs of the private eye novel and tips them on their sides...Coover cleverly manipulates the traditions of detective fiction and uses verbal wit to tell this challenging urban fairy tale. Engaging and starkly noir...a delightful exercise in dark humor." The Strand Magazine
"The cinematic quality of this, with its layers of film metaphor, is no mere po-mo trope applied for its own sake. Film noir is about storytelling and so is this novel...Coover has always believed that narrative, however fractured, must still entertain. Noir will entertain some, as it did me, and irritate others who either don't see, or care for, the joke." PopMatters
"The great Robert Coover turns in another cutting-edge novel... Existing somewhere between surrealism and Oulipo fiction, Noir examines the formal limits of the genre... any new Coover novel is an occasion to celebrate." CrimeTime Blog
"[Coover's] use of a deliberately self-conscious, yet strangely endearing, second-person narration, draws you in so close you might take all the finely calibrated jokes personally...Rendered in a tone full of deadpan humor and crepuscular musings, Noir has a lot to admire...Coover [is] one of a dying breed of virtuosic stylists." Brooklyn Rail
"With perhaps the wildest final twist of the year to aptly climax the insanity, fans who relish a satirical sleuthing spin will appreciate the escapades of Robert Coover's zany antihero Philip M. Noir with the M being a family thing." Harriet Klausner, Mystery Gazette Blog
"Noir is very, very good...Coover's enthralling writing, great humor, and boundless creativity make for a really fun read...Noir is a fireworks display of great writing...If you read Noir only for the prose, you won't be disappointed...What starts as a straightforward detective novel takes a mind-bending turn past reality, into surreality and irreality...Noir's greatest strength is that it offers a treat, without fail, on every single page-from each new entry in the baroque cast of characters to the dynamite short shorts wrapped in loops of the narrative, and of course (most of all) the ever-present humor." Chamber 4 Blog
"Robert Coover delves into absurdist noir territory with his newest novel. A comical hard-boiled narrative, Noir nods to Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett with a postmodern, metaphysical twist...BEST FOR: Amateur sleuths and intellectually-inclined mystery buffs." Florida International