Wait. I know this: Mark Akenside, the salesman at the Nissan lot! Lisa and I had gone in to buy the more modest Altima but Mark kept glancing over at the sleek, gunmetal Maxima, with its sunroof, spoiler, and heated seats.
This is the kind of thing Walter appears to be good at — likening the good cop / bad cop approach of an actual good cop and bad cop to the tactics of a Nissan salesman, with a famous-playwright name-check tossed in too. While there are reasons to distrust Walter, and to dislike his book (this financial-crisis book comes after Walter’s last, a post-9/11 amnesia story, very ripped-from-the-headlines; some of the situational humor runs to the preposterous; Walter is apparently unaware that the suburbanite debtor-turned-dealer has been reasonably well done at this point, or is very unlucky in his timing), for the most part this is a genially-conducted comedy, with some nice insights scattered through and a happy ending that doesn’t feel completely unearned. It’s amusing and it ticks along — and it would be unfair to ask for much more than that, really.