My dad had said he didn't like Mickey Spillane, and now I know why. Mike Hammer, Mickey's alter ego, is a thoroughly despicable human being. He is violent, is a killer without remorse, has no moral compass that I can see, and is odiously sexist.
Were it not for the despicable nature of the protagonist, this might be an ok book. Which is to say, the plot and descriptions are ok. But, I hope I never have the misfortune to read more of this crap in the future.
Perhaps regular Mike Hammer books are better. This one was finished up and published posthumously by Max Allan Collins, someone else whose books I'll avoid in the future.