Standard Hollywood Depravity
A Ray Electromatic Mystery
Includes special bonus novella Brisk Money by Adam Christopher
The moment Raymond Electromatic set eyes on her, he knew she was the dame marked in his optics, the woman that boss had warned him about.
As the band shook the hair out of their British faces, stomping and strumming, the go-go dancer's cage swung, and the events of that otherwise average night were set in motion. A shot, under the cover of darkness, a body bleeding out in a corner, and most of Los Angeles' population of hired guns hulking, sour-faced over un-drunk whiskey sours at the bar.
But as Ray tries to track down the package he was dispatched to the club to retrieve, his own programming might be working against him, sending him down a long hall and straight into a mobster's paradise. Is Honey still the goal—or was she merely bait for a bigger catch?
Just your standard bit of Hollywood depravity, as tracked by the memory tapes of a less-than-standard robot hitman.
Standard Hollywood Depravity is a Ray Electromatic mystery by Adam Christopher.
You lucky duck—I am so excited for you. If there was ever a time that I could reread a book all over again, it would be now.
It’s like this. If Raymond Chandler had written a science fiction novel, it would read very much like Made to Kill. Developed out of “Brisk Money,” a novelette written for Tor.com, Adam Christopher was motivated by Chandler, who famously said of science fiction “They pay brisk money for this?” Well—thank you, Mr. Chandler, you’ve inspired another brilliant novel.
Made to Kill is really more noir-mystery than science fiction, save for our hero, Raymond Electromatic, the world’s only robot detective. Set in Los Angeles in the 1960s, Christopher brilliantly captures time and place, writing as if Fred McMurray and Barbara Stanwyck were plotting their next (diabolical) move.
And the whole thing is wonderful.
It’s been a long time since a book captivated me so. I was the smiling fool on the subway, lost in my own Hollywood, riding along with Ray as he roamed around the city meeting a rich trough of characters, reporting back to Ada, always ready with a great one-liner.
I’m on to other books, yet I miss Ray and Ada still. And then I remember that this is only the first in “The L.A. Trilogy”. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Sit back and revel in Made to Kill.
Like I said, lucky you.
Director of Publicity, Tor Books