The first part is enjoyably Marlowian, but then the real investigation begins and the pace slows. However, the city remains in the background: the Times building, Broadway, the Avenues, and... the bridges. Descriptions like this made me reflect on their role, which goes beyond just connecting to Manhattan.
I looked up at the complex framework of the Queensborough Bridge and the clear blue sky caught in that tangle of girders. Enjoy the view. Such a clear day. The bridges of NY are iconic. Think of the movies you've seen. They don't just lead into the center; they are places in themselves, celebrated with bird's-eye views and slow pans.
Despite New York, when the characters started to be too many and increasingly improbable (rarities and sideshow phenomena), when the occult became a cult, I gave up trying to understand. It's a book that could be succinctly summed up in one sentence: “The story of a man who searches for himself.” And if this definition holds true for most of the books that have been written, it holds even truer in this case. A private investigator is hired to look into the disappearance of a singer. The client has a rather ambiguous name: Louis Cyphre. That's all you need to know if you want to read it, and in case the film Angel Heart - Elevator to Hell - directed by Alan Parker and starring Mickey Rourke and Robert De Niro is unknown to you. I'm not a regular reader of Noir. The two stars are due to the addition of Rouge. Genre readers, however, might appreciate William Hjortsberg's book.