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I was pleasantly surprised to find what I considered to be minimal racial stereotyping in the context of its times; I admit that I expected something more like the Charlie Chan films. Instead it was appreciative of Asian cultures while delivering a blistering indictment, in the form of a drunken rant, against the US; the White Russians came off the worst of all.
As for Charlie Chan, I saw in a Goodreads review that the Mr. Moto character was commissioned by Collier's magazine when Earl Derr Biggers, Chan's creator, died. I wonder if serialization was the reason for what seemed to me the abrupt end of this story? Had Marquand hit his word limit? Or did his inventive powers just run out?
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