Rx Murder and Rx Mayhem are two books from F. Paul Wilson. Originally they were written under the pseudonym of Nina Abbott. The copies that I have are trade paperback editions published by Gordian Knot Books (an imprint of Crossroad Pass), and state on the cover “F. Paul Wilson writing as Nina Abbott.” The books were published in 2021 and 2022, respectively, and center around a young doctor in a small family medical practice near Baltimore.
Wilson originally wrote Rx Murder back in 2003, coming off a dark Repairman Jack novel. He trunked this book, deciding that it just didn’t work. Then, amidst the Covid-19 lockdown he returned to the book. He’d just retired from his medical practice, and found an angle that he thought now worked with the novel. A supernatural angle, ie. a ghost.
Rx Murder centers around Noreen Marconi, a 32-year old doctor fresh off her residency. She’s returned close to her home town outside Baltimore, and joined a practice with two senior partners. Then she’s visited by the ghost/spirit of her dead father. This happens after she’s forced to move back to her childhood home after a flooding in her condo. She ends up in the middle of a murder investigation when one of patients dies from a peanut allergy, and in the course of the investigation meets up with a former high school crush who’s now a local cop. Together they try to investigate the death of her patient, while she also gets roped into a quest from the ghost. Although the murder is dealt with in the first book, the mystery of the ghost lingers through the second book.
Rx Mayhem takes place immediately following the events of Rx Murder, but focuses more on the quest imposed on her by this ghost: find out what happened to her father’s best friend, who vanished one night, abandoning his wife and daughter. The sequel gets darker and darker, and all is not what it seems. Noreen, aka Norrie, also has to deal with one of the senior partners going to through a cancer diagnosis, the other partner’s penny-pinching ways, a weight-loss drug and it’s odd side-effects, and a stripper neighbor who keeps hinting that Norrie would make a great older stripper, plus more. At times it seems that Wilson is trying to include quite a few stories from his own medical practice, with one weird patient after another.
Overall, I’m not sure I bought the stories. The books are told from Noreen’s point of view. The involve a lot of medical practice material, likely pulled from Wilson’s own experience. There are several loose ends still dangling after the second book, almost as if Wilson planned a third novel. As both books are told from Norrie’s first person perspective, and it gets annoying at times.
In terms of cozy mysteries, or romantasies (a genre I saw advertised at a local chain bookstore this past weekend), maybe I’m not the target audience for these books. The clues are at times heavy-handed, the sexual tension between Norrie and her childhood friend-now cop simmers perhaps too long. The penny-pinching partner story fizzles out, and the ghost almost too easy to deal with. Maybe—I kept thinking as I read the books—these really aren’t Wilson’s genres either. He’s been great with darker books, and these were almost too whimsical. Anyway, as a huge fan of his fiction, I still think it’s a tough situation that he no longer is writing, due to his recent stroke. I know he has more ideas, but the type of stroke he’s dealing with makes writing next to impossible.
Have I now read all of FPW’s books? Aside from a pair of collaborations, I think so (and this doesn’t count the first two volumes of the Compendium of F, as I have those short stories in other collections).
The first F. Paul Wilson book that I read, An Enemy of the State, was an eye-opener when I read the paperback back in 1986. Now, almost 40 years later, it’s been a wild ride. My bookshelf if stacked with his books, including all the Repairman Jack Gauntlet editions (whoa there, I’m missing one Young Jack book in that format…). From SF to horror to thriller, mysteries, and other weird tales, it’s been a great experience to read his books (Yes, I even have the Weird Tales magazine special FPW edition). I remember many a night spent hidden in a room until past 2am just to finish a book, my wife thinking I was crazy for staying up late for that reason.
I also remember meeting Wilson and having him sign some books in person. We’ve disagreed on movies, corresponded via email at times, but I wish I’d made more of an effort to get to know him in person; it’s hard to talk to your heroes. So many of the literary heroes of mine that I used to know in person are now gone—it’s tough, it’s demoralizing, and almost none of them are left now. But, such is life, alas. I know he’ll never read this, but F. Paul Wilson – thank you for everything.
