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His first contemporary crime novel (I think): 1969. Even references the Blues Magoos, the Loving [sic.] Spoonful, and the Mamas and the Papas. Wishing Hard Case Crime would reissue it with a suitable cover, maybe the original one. This one sounded more like a self-conscious imitation of Hemingway or James M. Cain in places.

When I later read Mr. Majestyk, I was disappointed that it wasn't the Mr. M. in this book.

Elmore Leonard's Jack Ryan, not Tom Clancy's, or the jerk who was married to Jeri Ryan, will be return in Unknown Man No. 89.

~…the real bounce was breaking something expensive.~

~…giving him something to think about when he was home with his wife from Holden and the boy eight and the boy six.~

~“Boiled potatoes, just plain or with some parsley,� Ryan said. “It’s like a real potato. I mean it’s got the most potato taste.�
“Right!� Mr. Majestyk said, with a tone that said it was the correct answer.~

~There was no reason to hunch your shoulders. You walked in and walked out. Hunching your shoulders didn’t make it work better. You don’t hide hunching your shoulders.~

~It was still talking and not doing and there were a few miles of nerve between the two.
“Which house?� Ryan said.
“I was thinking that dark one.�
“Let’s go.�
He would remember, after, that he’d said it.~

~And even turning on the fake girl stuff, she looked better than any girl he had ever seen before.~

~The guy probably got the money to buy the stuff in the first place by screwing somebody in business. It was all right in business, but it wasn’t all right going through a basement window. Why not?~