A very 'hot kid,' indeed

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THE HOT KID

By Elmore Leonard

William Morrow, $25.95,

312 pages

Once more, Elmore Leonard has written a novel that will delight just about everyone. I know of someone whose impeccable literary tastes used to run to Trollope and the Victorians but even he conceded -- and not begrudgingly -- that for plotting, excitement and gracefully written prose few could match the inimitable Mr. Elmore, now 80 and showing little sign of slowing down.

Mr. Leonard has written over three dozen novels ("Tishomingo Blues," "Mr. Paradise," "Cuba Libre,") of which several have become good films ("Get Shorty" for one). He also has his own Website that has been created with the same tilted zest for life and story as he demonstrates in his books. On that Website it was amusing to find a lanky, smiling Mr. Leonard proudly holding his grandson Jack Belmont. For starts, it's jarring to think of the novelist who has given the world so many memorable reprobates (murderers, prostitutes, con men, etc.) as a family man. But there's more. Jack Belmont is the name of this novel's protagonist, a blackhearted murderer and all around bad guy. And in "The Hot Kid" -- perhaps most pointedly to date -- one finds hints of the man behind the mischief and mayhem. Is it Mr. Leonard looking back over his life? Maybe.

The basic plot is this. Carl Webster is a young guy who early in his life (the action of the novel takes place in the 1930s) discovers that he has the chops to be a lawman. He is calm, disciplined and he can shoot a man who is up to no-good at 400 yards. Before long, Carl is pressed into service as a U.S. marshal in Oklahoma. From the federal courthouse in Tulsa, he works hard on the side of the law while John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson and a host of other gangsters are busy working on the other side of it.

It is Carl's goal to be "America's most famous lawman." Along the way he encounters a variety of characters who seem to come from society's darkest corners, such as the young gun moll Louly Brown who wants the world to think she is Pretty Boy Floyd's girlfriend. He also encounters Tony Antonelli, a writer for True Detective Magazine, who aspires to be as good a journalist as newspaperman Richard Harding Davis, his hero. Tony will follow Carl to get the scoop on some true crime and along the way meet the goodhearted prostitutes who play such a crucial role in the caper that consumes Carl's attention and energy. The girls -- Heidi, Elodie and others -- work at Teddy's Restaurant in Kansas City where the girls prance around in (no surprise here) "teddies" while serving their drooling customers. The guy they are simultaneously most attracted to and most want to avoid is Jack Belmont, son of a millionaire oil man, a scion gone bad who robs banks and still wants to show his dad that he can be a success.

There are the inevitable showdowns, gunfights and hairraising turns to keep the taut narrative moving. But there is also depth here, character development that to a person makes this book's characters variously deeply admirable or, in the case of those without morals or conscience, deeply unlikable but real. The playing turf is level. Jack may be the son of a millionaire oilman but so is Carl. Some of the girls may have fallen from grace, but they find love and courage when it matters most.