I’d never heard of Richard S. Prather or his Shell Scott detective novels. They turned out to be wildly successful. Who knew? Not me.
It looks as if the bushy-browed shamus is trying out for the Krewe of Spank:
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Did you not peruse drugstore paperback racks in your youth?
Not as thoroughly as you did, apparently.