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“With a wink and nod, the top cop urges Eddie to take on the city's toughest criminals in near-vigilante fashion. What results is an entertaining mix of comedy and drama as Eddie squares off with an anti-Semitic hate group. Fortunately, Forman steers his geriatric hero clear of the buffoonery and sentimentality that often comes with the territory in this subgenre.” Booklist
“Mystery fans who like their operatives macho with an offbeat sense of humor will certainly enjoy this book and look forward to the next in the series. ” Library Journal
“Those with a cockeyed sense of humor will find much to like in this parody of a cop caper.” Publishers Weekly
“Boca Knights goes down faster than a frosty double mojito on a hot tropical night.” Lincoln Child, New York Times bestselling author of Deep Storm
“Steve Forman strafes the south Florida scene with Boca Knights, an outrageously funny mystery novel with a raft of offbeat characters and prose that moves trippingly off the pen. His main man, Eddie Perlmutter, is a character for the ages. Carl Hiaasen, watch your back.” Douglas Preston, New York Times bestselling author of Blasphemy
“Steve Forman's fun, funky twist of the private eye novel is entertaining and takes dead aim on Boca Raton with devastating results.” James O. Born, author of Burn Zone
Forman's debut, an offbeat crime novel, introduces Eddie Perlmutter, a tough Jewish Boston cop, who has had conversations since age 11 with his penis ("Hey, check me out. I can stand, I heard one night in bed"). In his late 50s, retired from the Boston force and suffering from arthritis, Perlmutter begins a new life in Boca Raton, Fla., where he soon steps on the toes of the local Russian mafia, falls for a nurse who happens to resemble actress Halle Berry and looks into the murder of golfer Robert Goldenblatt. Found in his garage with a four-iron embedded in his forehead, Goldenblatt was apparently the victim of a dispute over "country-club politics." While the book's overall silliness and lack of credible characters, not to mention the absurd solution to Goldenblatt's demise, will put off some readers, those with a cockeyed sense of humor will find much to like in this parody of a cop caper. (Feb.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Eddie Perlmutter is a former police officer from Boston's Italian North Side, where he served with honors, boxed in the Golden Gloves, taught boxing to boys and young men, and retired in 2000 for health reasons. A move to Boca Raton, FL, leaves Eddie feeling alone and discontented until a chance encounter with a counterfeiting ring draws the attention of the local police captain and leads him to get a private investigator's license. Eddie's first case, involving a member of an extremist neo-Nazi organization, spirals out of control, involves the entire city, and earns him accolades and the nickname "Boca Knight." This debut novel by a 65-year-old businessman reads like a memoir, at least in the early chapters, as the author sets the scene for a series of Eddie Perlmutter novels to follow. Mystery fans who like their operatives macho with an offbeat sense of humor will certainly enjoy this book and look forward to the next in the series.
Thomas L. Kilpatrick
A widowed Boston cop who retires to Boca Raton for the weather gets more than his share of post-professional assignments. In his time, Eddie Perlmutter has worn many hats. After being an amateur slugger, a decorated detective and a boxing trainer, he becomes security chief for a golf course, a ranger with authority to resolve disputes on the course and an amateur crimefighter-an episode that eventually wins him a job investigating the year-old death of Robert Goldenblatt, beaten to death over country-club politics, and resolving the conflict between newly arrived neo-Nazi Forrest Buford's family and the largely Jewish population of Boca Heights. There's only one suspect in Goldenblatt's murder: Dominick Amici, a retired entrepreneur who's dying of leukemia. And there's no mystery involved in the confrontation between Boca Heights's Jews and anti-Semites. So Eddie's needed more as a referee than as a detective-which would be fine if he didn't see red spots and act out violently from time to time. First-timer Forman supplies sexual interludes worthy of a geriatric James Bond, naughty humor courtesy of Mr. Johnson, Eddie's penis, who addresses him in a nonstop stream of (what else?) double entendres, and extended back stories about Eddie's family tree, the Aryan Army and 200 years of Haitian history. The tone is good-natured rather than comical, and the story doesn't have much more narrative drive than a photo album. Maybe the promised sequel will find Eddie ready to hit the ground running. Agent: Bob Diforio/D4EO Literary Agency