Introduction to THE COMPLEAT CHANCE PERDUE 


 Mike Resnick 
  

     A couple of decades ago I went to the bookstore, looking for 
a nice, hard-boiled detective novel in the Raymond Chandler mold. 
I picked up _The Stranger City Caper_, primarily because of the 
cover art, which showed a private eye in a trenchcoat. I'd never 
heard of the author before, but I bought it anyway. 
     Well, let me tell you: covers can be misleading. I got home, 
opened the book -- and twenty minutes later I was laughing so hard 
that I was literally gasping for breath. 
     I knew long before I finished the book that Ross Spencer was 
a comic genius -- an opinion that has only become firmer over the 
years -- and I spent the next couple of days scouring the stores 
for any other Chance Perdue adventures that I could find. 
     Writers don't write fan letters to other writers, but within 
a week I had written one to Ross, a charming man who then lived 
about 40 miles away from me in Illinois. (We have both since moved 
to Ohio, though we're now a couple of hundred miles apart.) He 
responded not with a letter, but with an audio cassette -- he 
actually hates to type -- I responded in kind, and we've been 
friends ever since. When I finally met him, he turned out to be a 
fun-loving, white-haired, cigar-smoking gent with a twinkle in his 
eye -- exactly the kind of person you would pick to be the creator 
of the immortal Chance Perdue. 
     Ross kicked off his late-in-life literary career by writing 
and selling five Perdue novels. He's since sold a batch more 
books, and has gone on to greater fame than Chance ever brought 
him -- but to me Chance Perdue is classic, archtypal Ross Spencer, 
than which nothing is funnier. It's the kind of thing he does both 
effortlessly and better than anybody else. 
     Perdue is the perfect parody of the hard-boiled detective. He 
doesn't feel much pain, especially if you hit him above the neck. 
He's just about irresistable to women. He's so dumb that he can't 
even spell FBI. If there are twenty right ways to solve a crime 
and one wrong way, he'll invariably opt for the wrong way and 
solve it anyway. He is incapable of writing a two-sentence 
paragraph. (Footnote for historians: Ross once showed me the 
unfinished manuscript of his very first creation, detective Clay 
Pierce, who is a clone of Chance Perdue in every way but one: Clay 
is incapable of writing a paragraph of less than two thousand 
words.) 
     Shortly after discovering Ross's work, I loaned a couple of 
the Perdue books to my friend, the award-winning science fiction 
writer Barry Malzberg. His comment upon returning them: "I never 
saw so many one-liners in my life. The man is the Henny Youngman 
of mystery novelists." 
     Actually, Ross isn't a mystery novelist at all. What he is is 
the funniest writer alive. I know this, because when I sit down to 
write humor I am the second-funniest writer alive, and I can't 
hold a candle to Spencer. 
     So what lies ahead of you in this five-in-one volume? Well, 
let me give you a very brief hint. 
     First there's _The DADA Caper_, in which we meet Chance 
Perdue, a detective so dumb that his IQ would freeze water, as he 
goes up against DADA, an enemy whose acronym stands for "Destroy 
America! Destroy America!" -- which will show you how committed 
(and redundant) they are. 
     Next comes _The Reggis Arms Caper_, in which Chance saves the 
world from another Japanese invasion, and first meets the CIA's 
sexiest agent, Brandy Alexander. 
     Then there's _The Stranger City Caper_, in which Chance must 
ferret out mystery among the minor-leaguers -- which in this case 
include a catcher with a wooden leg, a first baseman named Attila, 
and a left-handed shortstop who gets a triple hernia while 
pivoting to turn a double play. 
     After that there's _The Abu Wahab Caper_, a saga of gambling 
and corruption, in which Chance crosses paths with Quick Cash 
Kelly, Opportunity O'Flynn, Bet-a-Bunch Dugan, and a cud-chewing 
racehorse with two huge humps on its back. 
     And finally there's _The Radish River Caper_, which reunites 
Chance with Brandy Alexander and the infamous Dr. Ho Ho Ho, as he 
courts mystery and danger on the football field with such 
memorable characters as Suicide Lewisite and Zanzibar McStrangle. 
     If you've never read Chance Perdue before, I envy you, 
because you've got a few evenings of uproarious laughter awaiting 
you. If you _have_ encountered him before, you'll be pleased to 
know that he hasn't changed one iota: he's still funnier than any 
of his competitors by quite a few levels of magnitude. 
     And, as editor, I will make a solemn pledge to you: if enough 
of you buy this book, I will harass Ross Spencer day and night 
until he completes that Clay Pierce novel and Alexander Books 
brings it to a helplessly laughing public.