When I was young, I loved Mike Hammer. It was nostalgia to re-read the yarns. It might give the new generation laughs as there were no computers, cell-phones or caller id's. The forensic department was a joke. The detective actually had to use the brain. Womanizing and boozing, eating bloody steaks and blowing low-lives away without going to jail was the thing to do. I still get a kick out of it.