Firebug (R)

This feels like a Cornell Woolrich noir potboiler: neurotic hero struggles with weirdos to uncover a mystery. Who's the culprit? Might it even be... HIMSELF?? Bloch is always fun to read, and this gives good pulp value for money-- the stuff about cults (our protagonist's area of expertise) is amusing, and the improbable plot twists (well, plot devices) keep things tumbling along until the finale. Everyone's a suspect! A bit dated (published in 1964), it's still fun-- suspend disbelief and keep tongue placed firmly in cheek while reading.