pulp novels, trash fiction, detective stories, adventure tales, spy fiction, etc from the 19th century up to the 1970s
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Poul Anderson's Swordsmen from the Stars
At this stage Anderson was clearly channelling Robert E. Howard and hadn’t quite found his own voice. By 1954, when he published his fantasy masterpiece The Broken Sword, he had most definitely found his own style. But the youthful Anderson was already a talented writer and these early sword-and-sorcery novellas are bursting with energy and imagination. They’re also perhaps just a little sexier than Howard’s stories.
These stories appear to be sword-and-sorcery but on closer examination they are really sword-and-planet stories. There’s magic, but it’s strongly suggested that all the magic has a rational scientific explanation. There are monstrous beasts but the first two stories clearly take place on other planets (a planet with two moons in the second story) so presumably they’re just the strange native fauna of those planets. The third novella takes place on Earth, in a very distant and very strange future, which explains the apparent alienness.
Witch of the Demon Seas
Witch of the Demon Seas is the story of Corun, a pirate whose career seems destined to end with death in the arena of the thalassocracy of Achaera. His one-man war against the Achaerans, against who he has a personal grudge, seems to have ended with his capture. It comes as quite a surprise when the old sorcerer Shorzon offers him a deal in exchange for his freedom. Khroman is king of Achaera but Shorzon is generally assumed to be the real power in the land, along with his granddaughter Chryseis. Shorzon and Chryseis need Corun to guide a ship to the Demon Sea, home of the dreaded amphibious reptile-men the Xanthi. They have some grand scheme in mind. Corun doesn’t trust them.
Chryseis is reputed to be a witch. Her sexual appetites are legendary. The rumour is that her lovers do not live long - she simply wears them out. She is dangerous and probably evil but she is astoundingly beautiful. Corun decides she’s his kind of woman.
Shorzun, Chryseis and Corun embark on a fast galley and head for the Demon Sea. Chryseis and Corun soon become lovers. The captain of the ship warns Corun that she may have bewitched him. Which is true enough, although given her beauty and rampant sexuality she may not have needed any supernatural powers to achieve this.
There are epic sea battles with the aquatic reptile-men, there is captivity in a gloomy castle, there is the revelation of the staggering scale of the plot that Shorzon and Chryseis have cooked up. There is action a plenty, and there is love and suspicion and betrayal.
Corun is your typical barbarian sword-and-sorcery hero, although perhaps more driven by sexual lusts than most. Shorzon is your typical sinister sorcerer although in this case we don’t at first know what he is planning or whether his plans are truly evil or not. It’s Chryseis who provides most of the interest. Women who are dangerous, possibly evil, incredibly beautiful and driven by sexual hunger do tend to provide plenty of interest.
The handling of magic in the story is interesting. Magic can unbalance a story if it’s made too powerful but Anderson solves that problem neatly.
A fast-moving action-filled tale with enough ambiguity in the romantic subplot to make things interesting. A very fine story.
The Virgin of Valkarion
Alfric is a barbarian warrior whose wanderings have brought him to the ancient imperial capital of Valkarion. He may stay for a while, if he can find someone willing to hire his sword. He finds an inn and is pleasantly surprised by the extremely low price he is asked to pay for a room for the night. Especially since the price includes breakfast in the morning and a whore for the night. He’s even more surprised when he sees the whore.
Freha is not just stunningly beautiful. She has class. She has an aristocratic bearing. She could almost be a great lady. But as he finds out that night she knows as much about the art of love as the most experienced whore in the land.
Alfric cares little of all this. What he does care about is that on his way to Valkarion he was set upon by assassins. And now assassins have broken into the room in the inn to make another attempt on his life, just as he was having such a nice time with the very willing and very enthusiastic Freha. These assassins appear to be temple slaves. Alfric and Freha are forced to flee.
They find themselves caught up in a power struggle that could finally destroy the long-decaying empire of Valkarion but there are things that Alfric does not know. He does not know about the prophecy and that he is destined to play a part in it. As will Freha.
As in Witch of the Demon Seas there’s a strong interesting female character who is central to the plot but Freha is a woman very different from Chryseis. Anderson demonstrates his ability to create a variety of fascinating women characters.
Not quite as good as Witch of the Demon Seas but the action is non-stop and it’s still a very good story.
Swordsman of Lost Terra
Swordsman of Lost Terra takes place on Earth (as the title makes clear and as quickly becomes obvious). Things have changed. The Earth no longer rotates. One face is always presented to the sun. Half the world is in permanent night, the other half in permanent day, except for the Twilight Lands which are, obviously, parts of the planet in a perpetual twilight.
Barbarians from the north have been driven south by hunger. They encounter terrifying enemies from the Dark Lands, humans adapted to a world of moonlight and starlight. The barbarians make an uneasy alliance with the city of Ryvan, ruled by the young and beautiful Queen Sathi (another strong female character with whom the hero will of course become romantically involved). The hero is Kery, a young barbarian whose sorcerer father is the keeper of the pipes of the god. These appear to be bagpipes with terrifying magical powers. One day Kery will be keeper of the pipes.
There’s treachery and betrayal in Ryvan, there are epic battles and sieges, Kery and Queen Sathi fall into the hands of their enemies.
It’s an exciting tale but notable mostly for some very clever world-building.
The three novellas that comprise Swordsmen from the Stars are all hugely enjoyable tales of adventure and romance, with a bit of subtlety and some economical but interesting world-building. This collection, from DMR Press, is very highly recommended.
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
Mickey Spillane’s The Girl Hunters
Between 1947 and 1952 Mickey Spillane wrote six hugely successful Mike Hammer private eye novels, beginning with I, the Jury and ending (temporarily) with Kiss Me, Deadly. A break of ten years followed before the series resumed with The Girl Hunters.
As the novel opens Mike Hammer is lying drunk in a gutter. He’s been lying drunk in gutters for seven years. Seven years since his last case went sour. It went sour in a big way. His secretary Velda hasn’t been seen since. Mike claims that she ran off, but he’s actually convinced she’s dead. That’s why he’s lying drunk in gutters. Velda was more than a secretary. She was more like a partner. She was a licensed PI as well. And Mike was in love with her. Now she’s dead and it’s his fault.
On this particular occasion a couple of cops find Mike in the gutter. They look in his wallet, find out his name’s Mike Hammer and the name rings a bell. The older cop thinks he should let Captain Pat Chambers know.
Pat isn’t entirely pleased to see Mike. Pat despises drunks, even drunks who used to be friends. And as far as Pat is concerned he and Mike are no longer friends. As we will find out, that’s not only because Mike is a drunk. Pat buys Mike some new clothes and gets him some medical treatment, not out of friendship but because there’s one thing he needs from him. There’s a guy named Richie Cole lying in a hospital bed dying of a gunshot wound and the guy won’t talk to anybody but Hammer. Pat is sure that this guy can give him a lead on a murder case. A really big murder case. The murder of a senator. So, for just long enough to get something out of Cole, he needs Hammer.
Hammer does get something out of Cole. He gets a name. He also gets something else, something that, in an instant, transforms Hammer from a hopeless alcoholic into a professional investigator again. Cole mentions Velda. He mentions her in a way that indicates that she’s still alive.
Mike isn’t going to pass any of this on to Pat Chambers. He’s not going to pass this information on to anybody. Then a Fed named Rickerby comes to see him. What Rickerby tells him changes things.
Mike slowly realises that nothing is as it appears to be. The senator had been murdered in a burglary gone wrong. The case Velda had been working on when she was presumably killed involved a jewel theft. Richie Cole had been a jewel smuggler. The senator and Richie Cole were shot with the same gun. There seem to be tenuous connections between all these events but the real connections are so bizarre as to appear almost incredible. Even stranger, the roots of this case (or these cases) go back forty years.
Some of Spillane’s perennial obsessions crop in this story, in a big way, but to reveal which obsessions would spoil the fun.
This book also adds whole new dimensions to the relationship between Mike and Velda. It’s a relationship that was always somewhat ambiguous - were they ever going to admit to being in love and get married? It also dramatically alters the dynamics between old friends Mike Hammer and Pat Chambers. It changes the way we view mIke, Velda and Pat Chambers. It’s not that they suddenly start to behave in ways that that are out of character. It’s more that Spillane has decided to go in for character development.
Hammer’s character also changes considerably, but the changes make sense. He’s seven years older. In those seven years he has almost succeeded in destroying himself. The scars are going to take a long time to heal and some might never heal. He’s lost a little of his old confidence. He’s lost a little of his enthusiasm for violence. It’s not that he’s become less violent, but he doesn’t seem to enjoy it as much. He’s lost a lot of illusions about himself, about his belief in his indestructibility and about people he thought he knew. He’s older, maybe a bit wiser and definitely a bit sadder. He’s going to have to find a way to put himself back together again, and he’s not going to be quite the same person. In the later Mike Hammer novel The Body Lovers (from 1967) you can see that some of these changes were permanent.
All this was quite a bold move on Spillane’s part, indicating that when he returned to the Mike Hammer series he didn’t want merely to rehash his earlier books.
The Girl Hunters had enough of the classic Mike Hammer ingredients to satisfy fans but it’s far more outrageous. Is it outrageous in a good way? Maybe, maybe not, but it’s certainly outrageous in a fun way. The Girl Hunters is recommended, but if you’re new to Spillane you should very definitely start with one of the earlier books. The Girl Hunters is great fun but it’s very atypical and it’s impossible to appreciate it fully without reading the earlier books.
The Girl Hunters (1963) film adaptation starred Spillane himself as Mike Hammer. And he proved to be not a bad actor!
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
The Mind Poisoners (Nick Carter Killmaster)
The Mind Poisoners was written by Lionel White (1905-1985) although it appears it was subjected to a drastic rewrite by Valerie Moolman.
This was 1966, the protest era was just getting to hit high gear, the drug culture was starting to become big news and many older people were convinced that These Crazy Kids Today were getting right out of control. The subject matter was therefore very topical. The story starts with a number of apparently unrelated incidents - a car accident, a university administrator machine-gunned to death, protests that turn violent, a college football match that ends in murder and mayhem, even a panty raid at an exclusive college that ends in mass rape. There is one common thread - all involved young people suddenly becoming violently destructive or violently self-destructive.
Nick Carter, codenamed Killmaster, is the top agent at AXE, a US intelligence/espionage agency that handles jobs to messy and too dirty for even the CIA to touch. He’s given the task of going undercover at a university campus to find out what’s behind these violent outrages. What AXE does know is that drugs were involved.
Nick becomes mild-mannered college professor Jonathan Haig, an unlikely cover for the hard-drinking hard-living womanising super-macho Nick Carter.
As AXE suspected it’s drugs (known to turn young people into homicidal maniacs) behind it, and they strongly suspect that it’s the commies pushing the drugs.
Nick has a close encounter with one of his students, a Chinese girl named Blossom Twin. A very close encounter. For 1966 it’s a pretty explicit sex scene.
Nick of course manages to fall into the clutches of the bad guys. He’s too busy concentrating on Blossom’s delightful feminine charms to notice he’s about to be slugged from behind. And he suspects that Blossom didn’t just drug his wine, she added an aphrodisiac as well (you don’t hear much about aphrodisiacs these days but belief in them seemed to be widespread in the 60s). Nick isn’t too worried. He’s confident the bad guys won’t be able to make him talk. He changes his mind when he gets a look at a gadget called the Persuader. When he considers what it will do to a certain vital part of his anatomy he realises that he will tell them anything they want to know.
Nick Carter as Killmaster was of course a cliché from the moment he first appeared in print in 1964. He’s like James Bond, but more so. He’s a bit too perfect. The books however are often surprisingly good. Many different authors wrote Killmaster books and that leads to an inevitable unevenness and to changes in tone and approach but a lot of the writers were actually fine writers and the better books in the series are not bad at all. They’re not top-tier but they’re often very respectable second-tier spy fiction.
The main fault of The Mind Poisoners is that the premise is not overly convincing and there’s not quite enough of the outrageous that you find in the best works of the action-oriented spy sub-genre. It’s all just a bit too straightforward, a bit too much like an undercover cop thriller.
Nick does at least prove himself to be human, making the occasional mistake (concentrating too much on sex and forgetting that he has a job to do) and admitting to some human weakness (he is genuinely terrified of the Persuader).
There’s a fair amount of moderately graphic violence. Both Nick and his girlfriend get brutalised Nick gets beaten up frequently although he dishes out his fair share of extreme violence as well. In the sex and violence stakes it’s fairly strong for its time period. There’s enough action to keep the reader interested.
The Mind Poisoners isn’t as good as other Killmaster titles such as the surprisingly excellent Spy Castle and it doesn’t quite have the right feel. Lionel White wrote quite a bit of hardboiled fiction and perhaps that was a genre that suited him more. The Mind Poisoners reads like a hardboiled PI yarn but it’s reasonably entertaining. If you’re sampling this series for the first time I’d start with something like Spy Castle instead.
There’s a detailed write-up on The Mind Poisoners at Glorious Trash.
Friday, January 14, 2022
Orrie Hitt’s The Widow
In fact the dividing line between the noir fiction and the sleaze fiction of that era is largely artificial. If it got published by Gold Medal people will consider it noir and if it got published by Midwood people will consider it sleaze.
Orrie Hitt’s The Widow dates from 1959, and it has a definite James M. Cain atmosphere. Jerry Rebner was once an ordinary happily married young man with a future. That all ended when his wife was killed in an auto accident. Since then he’s been a drifter. As long as he can earn enough money to keep himself supplied with liquor and women (and the more liquor and women the better) he can stop himself from remembering. Jerry is not quite an anti-hero but he’s no hero either. He’s become a loser and his self-pity has made him selfish. He doesn’t want love from women, just sex.
Now he’s been fired from his job working Mr Sparks as a construction worker and he’s working for a lousy forty bucks a week in a hotel in a place called The Dell, working for a Mrs Sprague. He washes dishes and scrubs floors. He could earn a lot more money as a construction worker. He took this job for one reason. Her name is Linda.
Linda is married to Frank Sprague, Mrs Sprague’s son. Frank is only interested in two things - drinking beer and working on his hot rod. Linda has long since ceased to love him. She does however have her reasons for staying with him. Linda is young and beautiful and Jerry is pretty interested in her. Mostly he’s interested in her for the reason he’s interested in women in general. He wants to go to bed with her. This time however it might be just a little bit more than just sex.
Persuading Linda to go to bed with him doesn’t prove to be too difficult. The fact that she’s a married woman doesn’t bother him. In his experience the sex is always particularly good with married women, if they’re unhappily married. Maybe there was a time when Jerry might have been bothered by the morality of bedding married women but those days are long gone. Since his wife was killed he just lives for immediate sensual gratification.
There is a complication. Norma Sparks, the daughter of his former employer. Norma is even more gorgeous than Linda. Norma is a model. A nude model. Jerry has seen the pictures of her in a men’s magazine. He likes what he saw. He wants some of it. Trying to get involved with Norma when he’s already involved with Linda isn’t a very smart thing to do but after seeing those nude pictures he doesn’t care.
There’s a much bigger complication. Sex can be a huge motivating factor but the lure of money can be even stronger. And there’s a lot of money which seems to be there for the taking.
Sleaze novels can be very noirish but since they’re not quite pure noir you can never be sure just how dark they’re going to get. You might get a happy ending or a tragic ending. At times these novels seem like they’re heading towards crime fiction territory but they don’t always go all the way in that direction. But sometimes they do. I’m certainly not going to give you any hints as to where this one ends up.
As is the case with most 1950s/early 1960s sleaze fiction there’s no graphic sex whatsoever. We know the characters are having sex but there are no descriptions of the sexual acts at all. The sleaze factor comes from the idea that people might actually have recreational sex, and that married women might have sex with men other than their husbands.
The noir atmosphere is stronger. Jerry is a guy entirely driven by his desire for sex and booze. He cannot think ahead at all. Since his wife’s death his horizons are limited to the next thirty seconds. His judgment is atrocious and he assumes that everyone else approaches life the way he approaches it. He assumes that all women are as driven by lust as he is. Now, for the first time in years, he has to consider that a woman might have needs that cannot be satisfied in the bedroom but this glimmer of awakening just makes his judgment even more questionable.
The Widow has been re-issued by Stark House in their series of noir reprints, in an edition that also includes another Orrie Hitt sleaze classic, Wayward Girl (which is a much sleazier juvenile delinquent melodrama that also has a definite noir vibe).
There’s certainly a very sleazy desperate atmosphere to The Widow. It’s likely to appeal more to noir fans than to sleaze fans. Recommended.
Monday, January 10, 2022
David Wright O’Brien's Once is Enough
The protagonist of Once is Enough, Richard Thane, wakes up feeling very sorry for himself. He feels terrible and he has a very nasty wound on his head. He is clutching a gun. A few feet away is a dead body. The corpse is holding a bloodied fire poker. Thane hasn’t got a clue where he is. He’s in an apartment he’s never seen before. He doesn’t know how he got there. He has no idea of the identity of the dead guy.
Thane is a lawyer and there’s one thing he is sure of. There’s enough evidence here for the police to charge him with murder, and they would almost certainly get a conviction.
Thane needs to get out of this apartment and he needs to figure out what has happened. First he needs to telephone his wife. He doesn’t get any answer. Where on earth could Lynn be? It’s the middle of the night.
He finally remembers going into a bar the night before. The barkeep remembers him. What the barkeep tells him makes the whole situation even more incomprehensible. What’s even more puzzling is that he knows he left home the previous day with twenty bucks in his wallet. Now there’s $2,500 in his wallet.
It’s a reasonable supposition that someone in the bar drugged him and then tried to frame him for the murder. Then he gets a telephone call which increases his mystification even further. It doesn’t seem to be a simple frame-up after all. The caller tells him to take a train and head for a small town in Wisconsin.
Thane picks up some clues on the train. He forms some theories but every time he finds a new clue he has to discard one of his theories.
There’s some decent suspense and some reasonably OK plot twists. We’re fairly effectively kept in the dark about what’s really going on until the end. There’s plenty of paranoia. The scene-setting early on is handled very skilfully.
It’s not much more than a novella so there’s not a huge amount of scope for in-depth characterisation. Thane is at least a moderately interesting protagonist. He starts off being scared and defeated but gradually he starts to get angry and that provides him with the motivation to try to turn the tables on the people who have turned his orderly life into a nightmare. The blond heavy Harvard is a nicely creepy character.
The atmosphere definitely has a hardboiled edge to it, with serious noir overtones.
The one weakness is the lack of a femme fatale. A femme fatale always adds some spice to a hardboiled mystery thriller.
Although O’Brien apparently wrote a lot of humorous stories there’s not a lot of humour here.
There’s a change of pace at the end when we finally discover what the bad guys are really up to. It comes as quite a surprise although there are a couple of subtle clues that perhaps should have made it less of a surprise to me.
Once is Enough is entertaining stuff, not quite top-drawer noir but still pretty good. Highly recommended.
Armchair Fiction have paired Once is Enough with John N. Makris’s Nightshade (which is also quite good) in one of their excellent double-novel editions.
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
Fox B. Holden's The Time Armada
Fox B. Holden was born in 1923. He contributed quite a few stories to various SF pulps and then after 1956 he is never heard from again. And apart from the fact that he saw military service in World War 2 I can tell you nothing about him.
The Time Armada was published in 1953 and takes place in 1958. Sort of.
Doug Blair is a Congressman who used to be a scientist. He’s been tinkering with a device which he calls the Contraption although he’s convinced it will never work. It’s not quite a time machine. The idea behind it is to capture “tired light” - light reflected from Earth in the past. You can’t capture tired light unless you can travel faster than the speed of light but the Contraption is designed to circumvent that problem by going through the fabric of space-time instead of along it. The Contraption won’t allow time travel but it will allow us to see into the past. As an idea for a science fiction story this is quite good.
However when Doug switches the Contraption on something very unexpected occurs. Doug and his wife find themselves in a strange world. It seems like Earth but it’s obviously a very very different kind of society. The really disturbing thing is that they see a newspaper headline and realise that it’s still 1958. Also unsettling is the fact that Doug and his wife now look like different people.
In this strange society Doug is a very important man in the government. And the government is important. People worship the government. Literally worship it.
And then Doug discovers the most disturbing thing about this society. They have ended war, but at the cost of sacrificing children in vast numbers in ritualised war.
What Doug doesn’t know is that his two ten-year-old sons were also sent into this new society. They’re on Venus, about to be embroiled in horrific carnage.
Meanwhile back on the old Earth two people from the alternate Earth are now inhabiting the bodies of Doug and his wife. And they have plans for Earth. Horrifying plans.
What’s interesting about this novel is that it’s a political novel of sorts and it’s definitely a dystopian novel but despite being written at the height of hysteria over communism it isn’t about communism. This is a different sort of dystopia. It’s a mix of communism and fascism and technocracy and theocracy.
There’s plenty of action as well as Doug has to find a way to escape and to save his sons. He’ll also have to build a new Contraption.
This is truly a bizarre tale. It’s possibly a bit too bizarre for its own good but it has to be said that it’s highly original. It’s a totally different take on dystopian fiction. It grapples with concepts like alternate universes and body transfers and the nature of space-time as well as the nature of politics and economic theories. Like so many science fiction writers of his time Holden has an obsession with over-population. There’s also the fear of nuclear war. Plus it deals with issues of freedom versus social responsibility. It’s pretty ambitious for pulp fiction.
Some of the speculations about alternative ways of organising society don’t entirely make sense but Holden finds ways to circumvent these flaws. Society doesn’t have to be organised on lines that make sense, it’s merely necessary for people to believe that they make sense.
I’ve never read a story quite like this one and while it’s far-fetched it is fascinating. It’s recommended for its sheer quirkiness.
This novel is included in another of Armchair Fiction’s terrific series of two-novel paperback reprints, paired with Milton Lesser’s very entertaining Somewhere I’ll Find You.
There were an amazing number of time travel stories written in the pulp era, particularly in the 1950s. These include Rog Phillips' World of If.
A much earlier novel about seeing into the future (rather than the past) is John Buchan’s 1932 The Gap in the Curtain.
Sunday, January 2, 2022
reading highlights 2021
I read 91 books this year, compared to 68 last year.
I read 34 crime novels and these were the particular highlights:
Bruce Graeme, Seven Clues in Search of a Crime, 1941
I read 34 crime novels and these were the particular highlights:
Bruce Graeme, Seven Clues in Search of a Crime, 1941
Paul Connolly, Tears Are for Angels, 1952
Robert van Gulik, The Red Pavilion, 1961
Robert van Gulik, The Red Pavilion, 1961
Keikichi Ôsaka, The Ginza Ghost, 1961
Charles Forsyte, Diving Death (Dive Into Danger), 1962
Charles Forsyte, Diving Death (Dive Into Danger), 1962
I read 26 science fiction/fantasy novels, the most memorable being:
Francis Stevens (Gertrude Barrows Bennett), Citadel of Fear, 1918
Ray Cummings, Into the Fourth Dimension, 1926
Charles Eric Maine, Spaceways, 1953
H. Beam Piper, Time Crime, 1955
Fred Hoyle, The Black Cloud, 1957
Other pop fiction
I read another 26 books that could be regarded as vintage pop fiction, the most impressive being:
Gavin Lyall, Judas Country, 1975
Harry Hossent, Spies Die At Dawn, 1958
Ian Fleming, Dr No, 1958
Desmond Skirrow, I’m Trying To Give It Up, 1968
Ian MacAlister, Driscoll’s Diamonds, 1973
Saturday, January 1, 2022
Paul Connolly’s Tears Are for Angels
Paul Connolly was actually Thomas Wicker (1926-2011), who had a fairly distinguished career as a journalist. Tears Are for Angels is one of three pulp novels he wrote in the early 50s.
Harry London (who narrates the story) is doing what he always does, sitting outside his one-room shack, as drunk as a skunk, shooting at cans. He hasn’t washed or shaved for weeks. He seems like a typical derelict. But two years ago Harry London was the biggest land owner in Coshacken County, a scion of the county’s most distinguished family. That was before, when Lucy was still alive.
That’s when the girl shows up. Her name is Jean. She asks a lot of questions. She seems to know something about Lucy. But how much does she know? Maybe Stewart sent her. Maybe Stewart is getting tired of waiting. It’s hard for a man to wait two years for something, not knowing exactly what it is he’s waiting for. Stewart could be getting edgy by now. But Harry decides that Jean is telling the truth when she says she doesn’t know Stewart. The fact remains that this girl knows something about what happened two years ago. Maybe Harry will just have to tell her, to explain how it was. The girl knows that it wasn’t the way the papers said it was, that night two years ago that left Harry with one arm and left Lucy dead. So Harry decides to tell her.
Two years ago Harry was happily married, to Lucy. Until that night he came home early. After what he saw in the bedroom that night Harry’s life more or less came to an end. Harry can still see their naked bodies clutched together in passion. Lucy died that night, but not the way the papers said she died. Harry knows how she died, and so does Stewart. It’s not finished, but one day Harry intends to finish it.
Jean isn’t sure at first whether to believe Harry. She has her own tale to tell about Lucy. Maybe the two stories together make sense of the events of that night, but maybe there are things that neither Harry nor Jean know. Jean starts to believe Harry’s story, but she hates him. He slaps her around a little and tries to rape her, but that’s not why she hates him. He hates her as well, but slowly he figures something out. She’s broken inside, just like he is. Maybe there’s a way they can put their broken lives together. A plan starts to form in their minds. It’s not a very nice plan but it is clever and maybe they don’t have a choice.
The plan goes like clockwork, at first. It doesn’t exactly bring them together. They still hate each other. But that doesn’t stop the frantic need they have for each other’s bodies. Hate can inflame lust just as love can. For these two there may not be much difference between love and hate.
Then the plot twists start to kick in, and they’re not the plot twists that you expect. This is not just a routine noir tale. It’s definitely a noir tale - there’s love and hate and betrayal and sexual obsession and other kinds of obsession and it’s all leading towards murder. But it’s not a straightforward story of obsession leading to murder. Harry starts to analyse things. He starts to question his obsession and the reasons for it and he starts to question his feelings for Jean.
The plot is very clever and very satisfying but this a story that is both plot and character driven. The bizarre sexual and emotional entanglement between Harry and Jean is a major focus. Perhaps they’re not, on the surface, very attractive people but there are reasons for their behaviour and the reader will slowly develop a considerable sympathy for both of them. They’re lost and they’re trapped. That’s pretty normal for characters in noir fiction. But in this case the author is suggesting that even the most damaged men and women may have some hope, insofar as anyone in a noir fiction story has hope. Harry and Jean do at least start to understand themselves and each other but whether the understanding will come in time to save them is something you’ll have to read the book to find out.
This is definitely above-average noir fiction, both in terms of emotional complexity and stylistically. It’s also very honest about sex, and the author really does make an attempt to understand female sexuality and female emotions.
Excellent stuff. Very highly recommended.
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