Paretsky’s short stories about private investigator V.I. Warshawski came as a welcome relief from the violence and nonsense of some of the other books I’ve been reading lately (just as the nonsense was a relief from Wuthering Heights. Balance, people, it’s all about balance).
That isn’t to say that Windy City Blues isn’t violent. There’s at least one murder per story, but at least they are normal murders. Guns, poison, garrotes made of tennis rackets…these are polite sadism-free killings. People kill in Warshawski’s world for old fashioned reasons like money and jealousy. It’s all very refreshing.
It’s also refreshing to read stories with actual characters. The people in Windy City Blues may be dramatic, but they are possible and interesting. From obese ex-football players to children of Holocaust survivors, each story is populated by complicated and developed human beings. Paretsky clearly has a back story for everyone but just as in real life, we are given mere glimpses into a character’s psyche and left to imagine the rest.
Windy City Blues is also a book about a city and like the people in the stories, Chicago is portrayed with flaws and beauty both.
Although there is some movement, the stories in Windy City Blues are almost all solved in a single room, in a single day, mysteries in their classic form.