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Coined by Hank Azaria on Hermans Head: Azaria would ask the writing staff, "Who's carrying the idiot ball this week?" This is not a compliment. The person carrying the idiot ball is often acting out of character, or misunderstanding something that could be cleared up by a single reasonable question that he isn't asking solely because the writers don't want him to ask. It's almost as if the character is being willfully stupid or obtuse.
That's my problem with Blue Heaven, by Joe Keenan. The narrating character ("Philly") is supposed to be reasonably smart, sane, and sympathetic, yet time and again when the only course of action he should take is very obviously "run, do not walk, away" he makes a bit of a fuss and then stays involved. The author even devotes two pages to excusing this behavior halfway through the book, but that just ends up calling attention to it all the more. Although the prose is polished and glib, the story itself comes off as forced and very set-up -- which is often the kiss of death in farce.
It's worth noting that this book landed the author a job on "Cheers" and this eventually led to him being Executive Producer on "Frasier" and it's easy to see why -- it reads like a novelized version of a TV show. The Christmas party set-piece in the center of the book, complete with a slapstick routine involving a mechanical version of the Three Wise Men being mistaken for Mafia hit-men, is so readily translatable to the movie screen that by the end of it I had my mental cast all picked out, starting with Hugh Grant as Philly.
On the other hand, in the very thin ranks of contemporary comic novels, a book that never once takes itself too seriously is a breath of fresh air. Too many books have at their climactic moment some sympathetic character committing suicide or a traffic accident that leaves the hero's best friend an invalid or some other contrived tragedy -- because obviously just comedy for its own sake isn't to be regarded as worthy of attention or praise in our drama-snob society. What violence or darkness there is comes off more as outrageous and cartoony than anything else, and that's only a good thing in my opinion.
So overall, witty and enjoyable, but contrived and lacking a sense of reality. Despite what all these other reviews say, with this book Keenan is no P.G. Wodehouse -- but neither was P.G. Wodehouse with his first offering. There is enough good here that I will keep reading at least the next book in the hopes that the author improves.
One final thought, however: the reason Bertie Wooster is so likeable is that he's always trying to do right by everybody, even if he screws it up. Unfortunately, the same can not be said for the main characters of Blue Heaven.