The Talk Show Murders

 The Talk Show Murders (1982) by Steve Allen

This is the first mystery novel by Steve Allen who was a modern Renaissance man--comedia, author, song writer, father of the talk show, frequent game show panelist (especially on What's My Line?), variety show host and participant. Unlike later mysteries which feature Steve and his wife, Jayne Meadows, as the central amateur detectives, this one has Steve as a peripheral character, no Jayne, and the sleuth is a private investigator by the name of Roger Dale. Roger is a kind of modern Renaissance man himself--he knows a little about just about everything (and sometimes more than a little) and is willing to give lectures on any subject at the drop of a hat. Roger has also had a few spectacular cases that has made him appear as good as Sam Spade, and Nick Charles and all the rest.

When a rock star with a history with the ladies dies on Toni Tennille's talk show in front of a live studio audience. Roger Dale is a bit interested, but nobody comes knocking and offering him a fee to investigate so he's ready to move on with his life. But then Johnny Carson invites Roger and an FBI agent by the name of J. Duffy Griswold to come on his show and discuss the murder that has Hollywood talking and Roger must bone up on all the details to hold his own with the feds. Also in the line-up is Sonny Pearson, a singer being groomed to be the next Donny Osmond. Except Sonny isn't the clean-cut, boy next door. He also likes the ladies and he likes them on the young side. Or he did...because he is the next to die on live television. This time under the noses of two detectives.

That makes it personal for Roger. Just when Johnny had built him up as this super sleuth, a man falls dead right beside him on the stage. Now his reputation is on the line. And as more murders occur on other talk shows, it becomes imperative to catch the killer before he wipes out half of Hollywood.

The first Steve Allen mystery I read featured him a heck of a lot more than this one did. And I found it more enjoyable when Allen was actually putting his words into his own mouth. Roger is good, but so many of his lines sound more like Steve Allen. It also isn't difficult to figure out who the murderer is. After all, I don't think anybody is going to believe that Allen was going to pin the murder on any of those talk show hosts or actual celebrities of the late seventies/early eighties. That didn't really leave a lot of suspects hanging around. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the book--because I did. It was funny and nostalgic. I loved seeing all those talk show hosts from my younger years on the page. I'd forgotten that Toni Tennille had hosted a talk show (I only remembered the Captain & Tennille Variety Show). And the ending was great--all the suspects (and all the talk show hosts) gathered on the Merv Griffin Show for a wrap-up scene that would do Hercule Poirot proud. Roger doesn't quite accuse everyone in turn, but he does point the finger in a few directions before culprit is finally identified and caught. Light entertainment, but well worth it. ★★★

First line (sortof Preface): I sit in the hot, carcinogenic southern California sunshine, beside my swimming pool on a low hillside in the Royal Oaks section of Los Angeles, from which I can easily overlook the mortgage.

First line (1st Chapter): The arrival of young Elmo Fensetter was in some respects, like that of an Arab prince.

Whenever Roger wished to concentrate on a case he had a blowup [of a psychological form] made and kept it where he could see it constantly so that his subconscious--which he firmly believed to be smarter than he was--could be constantly fed with data and whir away upon it while his conscious mind met everyday demands. (p. 46)

Last line: After all, after a climax like that, what do you do for an encore?
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Deaths =  5 (three poisoned; two stabbed)