Pulp Poem of the Week

The three stenographers,
with the wisdom of those
whose jobs are still solid,
guessed he'd got it
between the eyes.
Their faces were three pennies.

Benjamin Appel
Brain Guy
1934

Book Review: Benjamin Appel, Brain Guy (1934)

When the oxymoronic title character of Brain Guy loses his job as a "rent" collector, he responds by clawing his way higher on the hoodlum food chain. The story of Bill Trent's rise may be as compelling as that of Rico in W. R. Burnett's Little Caesar, but Benjamin Appel's writing is not in the same class, hedging its bets between hardboiled colloquial and overwrought purple while mixing in a healthy dose of sloppy metaphors. A near miss that needed a good editor. Grade: C+