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    Strip for Murder

    By Richard S. Prather

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    Shell Scott, a not-so-private investigator, has a new type of case; he has to bare it all. But this case requires no fancy P.I. accessories...in fact, it doesn’t require any accessories: he’s got to find a murderer in a nudist colony. Experienced nudists and adventurous visitors frolic about the colony—-oh, and so does a deranged killer. Wearing nothing but his gun, Shell has to reveal the murderer in this entrancing mystery novel...and that’s the naked truth. One of Prather's personal favorites!
    Strip for Murder is the 12th book in the Shell Scott Mysteries, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.
     
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Media
    Release dateApr 1, 2014
    ISBN9781480498426
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    Richard S. Prather

    Richard S. Prather (1921–2007) was the author of the world-famous Shell Scott detective series, which has over forty million copies in print in the United States and many millions more in foreign-language editions abroad. There are forty-one volumes in the series, including four collections of short stories and novelettes. In 1986, Prather was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the Private Eye Writers of America. He and his wife, Tina, lived in Sedona, Arizona.

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      Back in the 1950s, Richard S. Prather’s novels featuring Shell Scott, a white-blonde ex-Marine turned private eye, was wildly popular. The character was unrepentantly sexist, racist, and probably every other kind of –ist you could name. The books were filled with luscious broads, not-too-bright bad guys, flying bullets, and dead bodies, many of them delivered into that condition by Scott himself. The hero was endearingly goofy and not the sharpest crayon in the box, but he was generally smarter than the bad guys, most of whom had appropriately colorful names like Young Egg Foo, Garlic, and Three-Eyes.“Strip for Murder” was the eighth book in the series, and many critics consider it the one in which Prather really hit his stride. It’s a full-out loopy adventure that takes place largely at a nudist colony, and the title character, who also narrates, takes full advantage of the ogling opportunities there before managing to escape the bad guys in a hot-air balloon which eventually fetches up on the roof of Los Angeles’ city hall, with the waggish detective clad in an all-over suntan and nothing else.Don’t try to analyze this, or any of the Prather offerings, and leave your politically-correct outrage at the door. Just give yourself over to a couple of hours following a guy who tools around 1950s L.A. in a yellow Cadillac convertible and makes cracks like “she wore a V-necked white blouse as if she were the gal who’d invented cleavage”.