Small-time burglar becomes invisible. Sounds like a burglar's dream, no? No. It's not like he has a Harry Potter invisibility cloak. He's just invisible. Where to put the diamonds he is carrying? Right next to a lady in a sparkly dress. Close your eyes? You can still see... see through your invisible eyelids. Ate soup? You see it sloshing around, for a while. Dirty feet? Feet are invisible but the dirt is not.
Wickedly funny Westlake stand-alone. It doesn't have Dortmunder, but it's as funny as any Dortmunder book.
From Publishers Weekly: "Yet another variation on the invisible-man notion doesn't sound like a promising prospect, but if any author can wring some fresh fun out of it, Westlake's the one. He doesn't fail. Freddie Noon is a sharp, likable burglar whose mistake is to break into the offices of two doctors doing so-called research for the Tobacco Institute. Catching him, they make him a human guinea pig for one of their formulas, and?meet disappearing Freddie. Naturally, his life as a burglar gets much easier, but his girlfriend, Peg, isn't too comfortable with an invisible lover. In no time, Freddie is on the run: the Institute wants him for its nefarious purposes, the doctors want to study him further and a corrupt cop has his own reasons for pursuit. How Freddie and Peg run rings around the opposition, in New York and at an upstate hideaway, is the stuff of glorious Westlake comedy, in which Freddie's invisibility is merely one element in a caper full of hilarious characters, crackpot conversations and narrative sleight-of-hand." Copyright 1995 Reed Business Information, Inc.