Up in Honey's Room

by Elmore Leonard Narrated by Arliss Howard

Overview

The Odd Thingabout Walter Schoen, German born but now running a butcher shop in Detroit, he's a dead ringer for Heinrich Himmler, head of the SS and the Gestapo. Honey Deal, Walter's American wife, doesn't know that Walter is a member of a spy ring and gives shelter to escaped German POWs. But she's tired of telling him jokes he doesn't understand-it's time for a divorce.

Along comes Carl Webster, the Hot Kid of the Marshals Service. He's looking for Jurgen Schrenk. Carl's pretty sure Walter's involved with keeping Schrenk hidden so he gets to know Honey, hoping she'll lead him to Walter. Honey likes the hot kid marshal and doesn't much care that he's married. But all Carl wants is to get Jurgen without getting shot. Next, Carl meets Vera Mezwa, the Ukrainian head of the spy ring, and her lover Bohdan, with a sly way of killing. And then there's Otto-the Waffen-SS major who runs away with a nice Jewish girl. It's Elmore Leonard's world-gritty, funny, and full of surprises.

Editorial Reviews

Walter Schoen isn't just a Heinrich Himmler look-alike; this Detroit butcher is a dedicated Nazi spy who, when not busy slicing sausage, is avidly assembling Allied production data for his friends in Berlin. Tired of his covert shenanigans, his wife, Helen, divorces him. Looking for a good time, if not more, she lands in the lap of Carl Webster, the "Hot Kid" of the U.S. Marshals Service. At the moment though, the only couplings that interest Webster are the handcuffs that he'd like to snap onto the wrists of Hitler's American helpers. Elmore Leonard's unconventional crime novel has more wrinkles than a bloodhound.

Carolyn See

… reading Up in Honey's Room is like dancing with the stars, and he's the star. You don't have to teach him anything or look for flaws in the smoothness of his steps or watch to see whether there will be gaps in his plots, or whether his characters will -- if even for an instant -- slip out of character. You just get to be lost in the dance with him as he gives unimaginable depth and dimension to the phrase "easily and effortlessly."
— The Washington Post

Publishers Weekly

Set in the waning days of WWII, bestseller Leonard's disappointing 40th novel finds gunslinging U.S. marshal Carl Webster, introduced in 2005's The Hot Kid, on the trail of Jurgen Schrenk and Otto Penzler, German POWs escaped from their Okmulgee, Okla., detention camp. The pair wind up in Detroit in the care of Walter Schoen, a butcher and Himmler look-alike, with whose ex-wife, wisecracking bottle-blonde Honey Deal, Carl soon finds himself smitten. While married Carl contemplates breaking his marriage vows (Honey does anything but dissuade him), Otto disappears and a dysfunctional German spy ring—led by hard-drinking Vera Mezwa and her cross-dressing manservant, Bohdan—cozies up with Jurgen. Vera and Bohdan, meanwhile, are secretly planning to disappear, but Bohdan wants to put in the ground anyone who could later give them up to the Feds. Leonard's writing—line by line—is as sharp as ever, but the plotting is uncharacteristically clunky and the pacing is stuck in low gear. Leonard has written a lot of great books, but this isn't one of them. (May)

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Library Journal

Set in the Midwest during the last year of World War II, this book brings back Carl Webster, the U.S. marshall whom Leonard introduced in The Hot Kid. This time Carl is on the trail of two escaped German prisoners of war, one of whom aspires to be a real cowboy while the other runs off with a Jewish woman. Carl himself gets tangled up with Honey, a beautiful young woman once married to a German American butcher who prides himself on being a dead ringer for Nazi SS commander Heinrich Himmler. Carl's investigation eventually leads him to an inept Nazi spy ring and a nest of bizarre characters who could form the nucleus of a promising freak show. Compared with Leonard's other novels, Up in Honey's Roomis slow moving and doesn't have a particularly satisfying resolution. Nevertheless, its quirky characters and interesting period setting should fascinate many listeners, who will also enjoy Arliss Howard's laconic narration. Recommended for libraries with established Leonard fans.
—R. Kent Rasmussen

Kirkus Reviews

Tulsa deputy U.S. Marshal Carl Webster, his hell-raising reputation secured by The Hot Kid (2005), tangles with Nazis in a slow-motion dance in wartime Detroit. Walter Schoen, a dead ringer for Heinrich Himmler who was born the same day at the same hospital, is convinced that he's Himmler's secret twin. Apart from his oh-so-cute habit of pointing a cocked finger at his now-estranged wife Honey while passing gas, Walter isn't a lot of fun, and it's no wonder Honey left him five years ago. Now, as the war winds down, Walter's in the spotlight-not because he looks like Himmler, but for equally unlikely reasons. Otto Penzler and Jurgen Schrenk, a pair of SS officers imprisoned in Tulsa, have escaped and made a beeline for Detroit, where Walter holds court with Countess Vera Mezwa Radzykewycz and her motley retinue: transvestite cook/housekeeper Bohdan Kravchenko, rib-joint Grand Dragon Joseph J. Aubrey and obstetrician Michael Taylor. Carl Webster has followed Otto and Jurgen in cold pursuit-not because he's reluctant to capture or kill them, but because FBI agent Kevin Dean has ordered him to leave them alone until the Feds figure out what they're up to. The upshot is that the SS escapees are hiding in plain sight with Walter and company while Carl circles in frustration, unable to get any closer to them than Honey, who's perfectly willing to go to bed with both him and Jurgen. The extended tableau vivant is the perfect backdrop for the laid-back conversations in which the characters discuss love, loyalty and a plan to assassinate President Roosevelt in honor of the Fuhrer's birthday. Despite constant threats of violence and occasional doses of same, the lazy plot is almost an afterthoughtto the spectacle of a bunch of "useless spy ring guys" as compulsive as windup toys, and about as consequential.

From the Publisher

Combines everything we love about Leonard’s works—big guns, morally clueless murderers, sexy dames and handsome lawmen. A masterpiece.” — USA Today

“When you read Elmore Leonard, you enter Mr. Leonard’s world. A trip like that is its own kind of vacation.” — New York Times

“Reading UP IN HONEY’S ROOM is like dancing with the stars and Elmore Leonard’s the star.” — Washington Post

“Bullets fly, but as with most ELmore Leonard novels, things really move when the dialogue gets going. Grade A.” — Christian Science Monitor

“Proof that (Leonard) is at the top of his game.” — Seattle Times

“The dialogue flows as fast and smooth as any words ever uttered in the service of a story.” — Booklist (starred review)

“Elmore Leonard is still at the top of his game.” — Philadelphia Inquirer

“It’s the cast of characters that makes readers keep turning the pages.” — Richmond Times-Dispatch

“Leonard’s writing—line by line—is as sharp as ever.” — Publishers Weekly

“With Dashiell Hammett-type wit (Leonard) has once again created characters who live far beyond their storylines.” — Boston Globe

“Honey Deal is hot, hot, hot. Classic Leonard.” — Toronto Sun

“No American author has a better ear for dialogue. Leonard is as straight a shooter as his hot-kid hero.” — Newsday

“A best-selling bet. Dead-perfect dialogue, deadpan humor and dead-on vivid characters typical of Leonard.” — Cleveland Plain Dealer

“The wisecracks and sexy patter and vivid characters are what make Leonard a guy we’re always happy to see.” — St. Petersburg Times

“The kind of delicious drama that will keep you coming back for more.” — Buffalo News

“A great summer read.” — Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

“UP IN HONEY’S ROOM is a fun read. Leonard’s gift for dialogue is as shiny as ever.” — Vancouver Sun

“As usual, (Elmore Leonard) tells his story in his flawlessly colloquial prose style, with pitch-perfect dialogue. — Lisa Ko, author of The Leavers

“So compulsive, so entertaining, so satisfying. Dialogue as imaginative, unpredictable and witty as we have come to expect from Leonard.” — The Times (London)

“Action-packed and pricelessly funny.” — The Age (Melbourne, Australia)

“The pacing is fast. The dialogue is dead-on. This is vintage Leonard.” — Poughkeepsie Journal

Richmond Times-Dispatch

It’s the cast of characters that makes readers keep turning the pages.

Booklist (starred review)

The dialogue flows as fast and smooth as any words ever uttered in the service of a story.

Seattle Times

Proof that (Leonard) is at the top of his game.

USA Today

Combines everything we love about Leonard’s works—big guns, morally clueless murderers, sexy dames and handsome lawmen. A masterpiece.

Boston Globe

With Dashiell Hammett-type wit (Leonard) has once again created characters who live far beyond their storylines.

Philadelphia Inquirer

Elmore Leonard is still at the top of his game.

New York Times

When you read Elmore Leonard, you enter Mr. Leonard’s world. A trip like that is its own kind of vacation.

Washington Post

Reading UP IN HONEY’S ROOM is like dancing with the stars and Elmore Leonard’s the star.

Christian Science Monitor

Bullets fly, but as with most ELmore Leonard novels, things really move when the dialogue gets going. Grade A.

Washington Post

Reading UP IN HONEY’S ROOM is like dancing with the stars and Elmore Leonard’s the star.

USA Today

Combines everything we love about Leonard’s works—big guns, morally clueless murderers, sexy dames and handsome lawmen. A masterpiece.

Lisa Ko

As usual, (Elmore Leonard) tells his story in his flawlessly colloquial prose style, with pitch-perfect dialogue.

Vancouver Sun

UP IN HONEY’S ROOM is a fun read. Leonard’s gift for dialogue is as shiny as ever.

Poughkeepsie Journal

The pacing is fast. The dialogue is dead-on. This is vintage Leonard.

St. Petersburg Times

The wisecracks and sexy patter and vivid characters are what make Leonard a guy we’re always happy to see.

Buffalo News

The kind of delicious drama that will keep you coming back for more.

The Times (London)

So compulsive, so entertaining, so satisfying. Dialogue as imaginative, unpredictable and witty as we have come to expect from Leonard.

Cleveland Plain Dealer

A best-selling bet. Dead-perfect dialogue, deadpan humor and dead-on vivid characters typical of Leonard.

Newsday

No American author has a better ear for dialogue. Leonard is as straight a shooter as his hot-kid hero.

Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

A great summer read.

Toronto Sun

Honey Deal is hot, hot, hot. Classic Leonard.

The Age (Melbourne

Action-packed and pricelessly funny.

Associated Press Staff

As usual, (Elmore Leonard) tells his story in his flawlessly colloquial prose style, with pitch-perfect dialogue.

The Age (Melbourne)

"Action-packed and pricelessly funny."

Booklist

"The dialogue flows as fast and smooth as any words ever uttered in the service of a story."

The Age (Melbourne))

"Action-packed and pricelessly funny."

Associated Press

As usual, (Elmore Leonard) tells his story in his flawlessly colloquial prose style, with pitch-perfect dialogue.

AUG/SEP 07 - AudioFile

Arliss Howard demonstrated his mastery of rural American voices in Elmore Leonard’s THE HOT KID, in which he first breathed life into the character of Deputy U.S. Marshal Carl Webster. Now, in UP IN HONEY’S ROOM—a sequel of sorts—Howard expands on that performance as he voices Nazi POWs, a Ukrainian femme fatale, a cross-dressing hit man, and one of the most carnal Elmore Leonard characters, the lovely Honey Deal. Though the plot sounds like pulp fiction—a lawman tracks POWs and spy rings in 1945 Detroit—the novel is much more. It’s a strange, often absurd history lesson that ultimately hinges on whether Carl will honor his marriage vows to his machine-gun-toting spouse . . . or succumb to Honey’s charms. R.W.S. Winner of AudioFile Earphones Award © AudioFile 2007, Portland, Maine

Product Details

BN ID:	2940160532967
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	05/08/2007
Edition description:	Unabridged

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Up in Honey's Room
A Novel

Chapter One

Honey phoned her sister-in-law Muriel, still living in Harlan County, Kentucky, to tell her she'd left Walter Schoen, calling him Valter, and was on her way to being Honey Deal again. She said to Muriel, "I honestly thought I could turn him around, but the man still acts like a Nazi. I couldn't budge him."

"You walked out," Muriel said, "just like that?"

"I valked out," Honey said. "I'm free as a bird. You know what else? I won't have to do my roots every two weeks. Dumb me, I spent a whole year wanting him to think I'm a natural blonde."

"He couldn't tell other ways you aren't?"

"Anytime Walter wanted some, he'd turn out the light before taking off his pajamas. He was self-conscious about being skinny, his ribs showing, so it was always pitch-dark when we did it. He said American food, all it did was give him gas. I had to learn to cook German, big heavy dinners, sauerbraten with red cabbage, bratwurst. For the first time in my life I had to watch my weight. Walter didn't gain at all. He still passed gas, only now it was okay, it was German gas. He'd cut one, aiming his finger at me like it's a gun? I'd have to pretend I was shot."

"And fall down?"

"If I was near the sofa. Or stumble around holding where I was shot. The first time, I did it on my own, acting goofy? But then every time he cut one and I heard it, I had to pretend I was shot."

"You and hubby having fun."

"Except he never laughed or even smiled. I'd see him aiming at me . . . " Honey let a moment of silence go by. "Tell me how my brother's doing. Is he working?"

"He's back in jail. Darcy got in a fight he swears he didn't start. Broke his foreman's jaw and it violated his parole. Darcy has to finish the sentence he got for making moonshine and do time for assault. He's working in the kitchen as a butcher making five cents an hour while I'm trying to live on tips." Muriel's voice turned pouty saying, "'What do I have to do, get you boys to have another round?' Here're these hotshots with coal dust in their pores saying things like 'How about showing us your goodies?' I roll my eyes and act cute, it's worth about a buck and a half. But hey, I want to hear about your situation. Walter hit you and it woke you up or what? You were only married to him about a year."

"One year to the day I walked out," Honey said, "November the ninth. I brought him a plate of Limburger and crackers, he won't eat American cheese. Walter's sitting by the radio, the volume turned up. I said, 'You happen to know what anniversary today is?' He's listening to the news, the German Army going through Poland like rhubarb through a tall woman. France is next and England's getting ready. I asked him again, 'Walter, you happen to recall what anniversary falls on November the ninth?' It was like I lit his fuse. He yells at me, 'Blutzeuge, the Nazi Day of Blood, idiot.' He's talking about the day Hitler started his takeover in 1923 that didn't work and he ended up in prison. But that date, the ninth of November, became a Nazi holy day. It's why he picked it for our wedding. 'The Day of Blood.' Only Walter called it 'the Night of Blood' as we're going to bed together for the first time. I let him think I was still a virgin, twenty-five years old. He climbed on top, and it was like a one-minute blitzkrieg start to finish. He never asked if I was okay or checked the sheet, he was through. Anyway, I said to Walter, standing by the radio with his cheese and crackers, 'Dumb me, I thought you'd remember the ninth as our wedding anniversary.' He didn't bother to look up, he waved his hand at me to get away, stop bothering him. I took that as my cue and walked out."

Muriel said, "You didn't hit him over the head with the cheese plate?"

"I thought about it but went upstairs and took twelve hundred dollars, half the money he kept stuck away in the bedroom closet. He didn't think I knew about it."

"Is he on the lookout for you?"

"Why, 'cause he misses me? We had so much fun together?"

She told Muriel, now that she wasn't keeping house for the Kaiser she had an apartment in Highland Park and was back at J.L. Hudson's doing what she called "tit work," fitting brassieres on big foreign women who'd come here to work. "Some of 'em, you have to hold your breath or their B.O.'ll knock you unconscious." She told Muriel she ought to come to Detroit and stay with her, get a real job while Darcy's doing his time. Next, she had to ask about her mom. "How's she doing at the home?"

"I doubt she knows where she is," Muriel said. "I walk in and kiss her, she gives me a blank look. It's pitiful, your mom not being that old." "You sure she isn't faking, playing 'poor me'? Remember I came here I asked her to live with me? She says oh, it's too cold up north. Afraid she'll slip and fall on the ice and break her hip."

"The other night," Muriel said, "they showed an Errol Flynn movie and your mom got excited, she thought Errol Flynn was Darcy." Muriel put on a slow tone of voice and was Honey's mom, wanting to know, "'What's Darcy doing in this movin' pitcher? When'd he grow a mustache?' But anytime Darcy came to visit, her only living son, your mom didn't have a clue who he was. I told Darcy how she got him confused with Errol Flynn, Darcy says, 'Yeah . . . ?' Like, what else is new? He thinks he's a dead ringer for Errol Flynn except for the mustache. You want to bet he isn't growing one this minute, sitting in his prison cell?" She said, "You see a resemblance, Darcy and Errol Flynn?"

Up in Honey's Room
A Novel. Copyright © by Elmore Leonard. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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