Groucho Marx, King of Jungle
is the sixth and final book Ron Goulart wrote featuring the legendary comedian who
solves murders in Old Hollywood with his screenwriter pal Frank Denby and his wife Jane. It’s also
probably weakest of the six, as it shows that premise does have it limitations.
It’s interesting to note for me, as I read this book, how much Goulart paints
Hollywood of the period as one full of pretty blonde women willing to do anything
to be a star, how everyone sort of used any means possible, like blackmail, against one another
and how devious and seedy people can be. Set in April of 1940, the Hollywood Hills
and the Valley are always fog strewn, with misty rain and dark alley’s
beckoning the gullible. April can be a cool month here and generally suffers
from the marine layer, but not so much as presented here.
Anyways, the plot of this book
does get a bit more complex here, and maybe even a bit dark and certainly unsavory, but at the cost of the humor that made the other five a fun read,
with a lot of that Groucho’s non-sequitur monologues never really hit the mark. There
was also a subplot I wished Goulart would have taken up, that of a black man and a
white women in a relationship in 1940. It seems while everything else got more
serious, this one plot point was left behind –which made it a lost opportunity.
A fine, bittersweet ending, but probably for the best Goulart never went on to write more.