Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Harlequin Bowdlerizations



Well, at least the covers do look nice!

The Harlequin Vintage Collection was published in October 2009. The decision to publish these books grew out of an appreciation of (and perhaps nostalgia for) their cover art, as executive editor Marsha Zinberg explained, writing on Harlequin’s blog:

Harlequin mounted an art exhibition in May [2009], entitled The Heart of a Woman, which got people from many departments poring over old covers. Soon we had postcards and notepads—not to mention business cards—created that trumpeted our roots in the late 1940s. And folks both within our building and in the broader publishing community seemed completely taken with this vintage art. So why not publish a few of the texts that accompanied them?

At first, Harlequin intended, Zinberg says, to “[c]hoose six books and reprint them, EXACTLY AS THEY WERE THEN, as a small collection to celebrate our sixty years in business” [emphasis hers]. The six titles chosen were Dale Bogard’s Pardon My Body; James Hadley Chase’s I’ll Bury My Dead and You Never Know with Women; Alan Handley’s Kiss Your Elbow; Perry Lindsay’s No Nice Girl; and Tom Powers’ Virgin with Butterflies. True to Harlequin’s plan, the covers of these books were faithfully recreated with only two minor alterations: the vintage prices were removed, and a small copyright symbol was added next to the Harlequin logo.

The books were not chosen, however, with only their cover art in mind. While it was not necessary that the novels be great literature, it was a requirement that they not offend readers in 2009, as Zinberg explains:

We wanted books whose cover art appealed to us, and we had to be in physical possession of the book, but in some cases, once we started reading the text, we simply couldn’t see publishing the story, for a host of reasons . . . content, language, political correctness, etc. Several were eliminated, no matter how striking the cover!

Even given this winnowing process, however, Harlequin could not find novels that they were willing to reprint faithfully. Says Zinberg,

Remember, our intention was to publish the stories in their original form. But once we immersed ourselves in the text, our eyes grew wide. Our jaws dropped. Social behavior—such as hitting a woman—that would be considered totally unacceptable now was quite common sixty years ago. Scenes of near rape would not sit well with a contemporary audience, we were quite convinced. We therefore decided to make small adjustments to the text, only in cases where we felt scenes or phrases would be offensive to a 2009 readership. Also, grammar and spelling standards have changed quite a bit in sixty years. But that did entail a text edit, which we had not anticipated. AND, we had to clear those adjustments with the current copyright holders, if we had been able to locate them.

Unfortunately, I purchased all six titles in the Harlequin Vintage Collection before I learned that they had been bowdlerized. Once I learned this, I lost all interest in reading them . . . until I became curious to see exactly what the Harlequin editors had done.



Will the real James Hadley Chase please stand up?

Of the novels in the Harlequin Vintage Collection, I was most interested in the two written by James Hadley Chase, a significant, though minor, figure in the history of noirboiled literature, so I purchased a copy of the original Harlequin edition of Chase’s I’ll Bury My Dead (published in January 1954), and I compared it to the Harlequin edition of 2009. I did not compare the entire novels line by line. Rather, I read the 1954 edition, and whenever I came to passage that I suspected the Harlequin editors might have tinkered with in 2009, I paused to compare the two.

First, the minor changes. Zinberg’s comment that “grammar and spelling standards have changed quite a bit in sixty years” is the observation of an editor at a purely commercial press. When Library of America published their volumes of Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett, they would no more have tinkered with the grammar and spelling in The Big Sleep and The Maltese Falcon than they would have changed the names of Philip Marlowe and Sam Spade. Canonical writers, however, get respect that lesser writers like John Hadley Chase rarely receive—and a publisher like Harlequin does not respect any writers at all. Thus, in the 2009 version of I’ll Bury My Dead, “inter comm.” becomes “intercom”; “over-mantel” becomes “mantel”; “driving-wheel” becomes “steering wheel”; and so on. These changes, while not criminal, are certainly regrettable.

And now for the more substantial changes.

Passage #1

1954:

. . . she thought her new nigger-brown reverse calf shoes made her feet look even smaller than they were. (63)

2009:

. . . she thought her new reverse calf shoes made her feet look even smaller than they were. (87)

The original sentence is offensive in 2009, just as it was in 1954. Of all the bowdlerizations, this is the one that I am most sympathetic to. But was it really necessary to delete the word “brown,” too?

Passage #2

1954:

. . . that dark, cheap bitch of a girl of his grinning at me too. (68)

2009:

. . . that cheap bitch of a girl of his grinning at me, too. (94)

I find it remarkable that “bitch” was preserved while “dark” was deleted, especially given that the character described is not African-American. This character is first described as “dark” on page 31 of the 1954 edition—an adjective that is faithfully reproduced on page 45 of the 2009 edition! Why the inconsistency? My best guess is that the Harlequin editors were on edge after “nigger” popped up on page 63, so the word “dark” looked different to them on page 68 than it had on page 31, especially when used in anger.

Passage #3:

1954:

“Hit you? The only woman I’ve ever hit is my wife,” Leon said. (107)

2009:

“Hit you? Never,” Leon said. (145)

These lines are spoken by Ed Leon, a private detective hired by the novel’s hero, Nick English. Leon has, in fact, recently slugged the woman to whom he is speaking; he did so because she was drunk and violently resisting his attempts to save her from the bad guys. He gains control of her by knocking her unconscious, and the punch is faithfully reproduced in 2009 edition. This punch is important to the plot, so it stays. The joke about spousal abuse is not important to the plot, so it goes. The joke, however, is important to the characterization of Leon, and without it, readers’ perceptions of him will be substantially different.

Passage #4:

1954:

She was too frightened to pull out the knife. She held on to the handle, crying weakly as she felt her life draining out of her.

A voice said, “Lie down and die, you bitch,” and a hand came out of the darkness and shoved her savagely and violently to the ground. (113)

2009:

She was too frightened to pull out the knife. She held on to the handle, crying weakly as she felt her life draining out of her.

[paragraph deleted] (153)

In 2009, we have a kinder, gentler sociopathic serial killer.

Passage #5

1954:

"There's no needto worry about me," she said hurriedly. "I'm really quite all right."

“Are you?” He reached out and put his hand on her arm. “But you’re lonely, aren’t you?”

This was more than Corrine had bargained for. She had been prepared for a mild flirtation and his company, but the atmosphere had changed so suddenly that she now wanted him to go.

“Well, lots of people are lonely, she began, and then stopped as he smiled. His smile sent a chill up her spine. “It’s—it’s very kind of you to bother, but . . .”

“It’s not a matter of kindness,” he said quietly. “It’s a matter of attraction. Why should we waste time? Sooner or later it is bound to happen. Why not now?”

“I don’t know what you mean. . . .” She tried to pull free, but his grip tightened.

“Don’t you? Where does that door lead to?” He jerked his head towards the door opposite the lounge.

“That’s my bedroom. Will you let go of me? You—you’re hurting me.”

He leaned forward, turned the handle and opened the door.

“Come along,” he said, pushing her forward. “There is a cure for loneliness, you know.”

“No, please!” she cried, pushing against him. “You mustn’t. It’s not right.”

“Isn’t it? Do you bother about what is right and what is wrong? I don’t,” he returned, and led her into the room.”

“You’re not to come in here!” she exclaimed feebly. “How dare you! You must leave at once.”

He forced her across the room. She felt the edge of the bed catch her behind her knees, and she sat down abruptly, still trying to free her wrist from his grasp.

“Don’t be silly,” he said, one knee on the bed, his face close to hers. The sightless amber-colored eyes now terrified her.

“You really mustn’t!” she said desperately. “Please let go of me.”

“Oh, be quiet,” he said, his voice suddenly harsh, and he caught her to him in a grip that made her cry out. She felt as if she had been delivered into the clutches of some savage animal. (134-135)

2009:

“That’s no need to—to worry about me,” she said hurriedly. “I’m really quite all right.”

“Are you?” He reached out and put his hand on her arm. “But you’re lonely, aren’t you?”

[rest of the passage deleted] (180)

Does editor Zinberg’s really think that cutting a full page from the novel is a “small [adjustment] to the text”? With the removal of this implied rape, our sociopath is again bowdlerized. It is interesting (and more than a little unsettling) to note, however, that a passage later in the novel [page 224 in the 2009 edition] indicates that this encounter ultimately became consensual! Of course, the significance of this later passage is changed completely in the 2009 revision.

Passage #6

1954:

The hard-faced man who had followed them said, “Shall I give her a little tap, Mr. English?” His clenched fist was itching to come into action. (147)

2009:

The hard-faced man who had followed them said, “Shall I call the cops, Mr. English?” [second sentence deleted] (196)

As with Ed Leon’s comment about beating his wife, a passing reference to violence against a woman is deleted. Oddly, the novel’s brutal descriptions of murders of women are faithfully reproduced (with the exception of Passage #4, above).

Passage #7

1954:
“You’re going to walk into a load of grief, shamus,” she said, “if you try to force yourself on me.”
“It’s a risk I’ll gladly run,” Leon said, inside the lobby by now. He closed the door and leaned against it. “It’s not often I have the opportunity of forcing myself on a redhead as well stacked as you. . . .” (195)
2009:
“You’re going to walk into a load of grief, shamus,” she said, “if you try to make a move on me.”
“It’s a risk I’ll gladly run,” Leon said, inside the lobby by now. He closed the door and leaned against it. “It’s not often I have the opportunity of making a move on a redhead as well stacked as you. . . .” (260)

Here, a passing reference to rape is deleted. Given this, along with the implied rape deleted in Passage #5, it is interesting to note that a second implied rape was allowed to remain the 2009 edition. In this scene, Penn, a henchman to our sociopath, offers to try to save a woman’s life if she will have sex with him. He asks her, “Think you could be nice to me?,” and she responds by threatening to scream (page 250 in the 2009 edition). Their private encounter is interrupted by the arrival of the sociopath, but when he leaves, Penn stares at the woman until he is certain that his boss is not coming back. The chapter then concludes with Penn locking the door and putting the key in his pocket.

Conclusion

I believe that these seven passages cover most, if not all, of the bowdlerizations done to James Hadley Chase’s I’ll Bury My Dead in the Harlequin Vintage Collection edition. I do not have a sense of whether the other five titles in the Harlequin Vintage Collection would have been tampered with more or less than this one. The example of I’ll Bury My Dead, however, seems sufficient to show that if you are interested in reading any of these novels as they were actually written (or at least as they were originally published), then you should avoid the Harlequin Vintage Collection.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Pulp Poem of the Week



He was thirsty,
but mostly he was hungry.
Supper last night had been
a doughnut and a cup of coffee.
Breakfast today had been
a notch taken in his belt.
Floyd Mahannah
Stopover for Murder
1953

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Book Review: James Hadley Chase, I'll Bury My Dead (1954)

Nomination for Worst Noir Metaphor of All Time:
"His Adam's apple flopped about like a frog on a hot stove.”

Nomination for Worst Noir Declaration of Love of All Time:
"This is the wrong time and place, my dear, but I'd better tell you now.
I'm in love with you. I guess I've been in love with you for years.
It was only when I thought I was going to lose you, I realized it.
Sorry, Lois, but there it is. Better late than never, I suppose.
Having got that off my chest, let's get busy.
There must be some lifebelts somewhere down here."

Grade: D+

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Book Review: W. L. Heath, Violent Saturday (1955)



Length: 124 pages. Title: VIOLENT SATURDAY. Given this pair of facts, I was surprised by the relatively leisurely pacing of this novel. The story is set in the small town of Morgan, Alabama, where three strangers from Memphis arrive to rob the local bank. The first half of the book (and then some) consists of character portraits as we get to know the three robbers and the locals who will somehow be affected by their crime. And this is what provides Violent Saturday with much of its drama: As we are meeting our cast of Alabamians, the unstated question hanging over their heads is, How will they be involved in Saturday's violence? And just how violent does a Saturday have to be to earn the name "Violent Saturday," anyway? The gimmick is sort of like The Bridge of San Luis Rey, but the drama is greater. If you're on the bridge, then you're on the bridge--only one fate can await you. But if you're in the bank on Violent Saturday, there is a wider range of possibilities. Grade: B

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Book Review: Lionel White, Clean Break [a.k.a. The Killing] (1955)



Johnny Clay, just paroled, masterminds a complicated racetrack robbery. His inspiration is that he will work with men remarkable only for their desperation, not their criminal backgrounds. Thus, when the job is done, the cops will have no idea whom to suspect. Lionel White's third-person narrative shifts deftly among the parties involved, sometimes making small jumps backward in time as it moves from character to character. The characters are fairly flat, and the prose is there just to get the story told, but these shifts in perspective keep things interesting and keep the pages turning. Grade: A-

Monday, January 4, 2010

Pulp Poem of the Week



In Clichy,
an elegant young man
threw himself
under a coach
with rubber wheels,
then, unscathed,
under a truck,
which pulverized him.

Félix Fénéon
Novels in Three Lines
1906
(translated by Luc Sante)

Friday, January 1, 2010

Book Review: Floyd Mahannah, Stopover for Murder (1953)



Rufe Baylor, an itinerant engineer, is on his way to a job in Alaska when he gets off a bus in a small California town. Short on money, he agrees to serve as a stiff in a fixed boxing match, which he somehow manages to win, thereby incurring the wrath of the boxing promoter. To this point--about 25 pages into the novel--Stopover for Murder seems a pleasant noir lite, but it soon morphs into a fairly traditional whodunit that Rufe must untangle. Grade: C+

Top Ten Novels Reviewed in 2009



1. Bill S. Ballinger, Portrait in Smoke (1950)
2. James M. Cain, Double Indemnity (1936)
3. James McKimmey, The Long Ride (1961)
4. John D. MacDonald, Soft Touch (1958)
5. Gil Brewer, The Brat (1957)
6. Bill S. Ballinger, The Tooth and the Nail (1955)
7. Marvin H. Albert, Devil in Dungarees (1960)
8. W. R. Burnett, High Sierra (1940)
9. Harry Whittington, Hell Can Wait (1960)
10. Paul Tremblay, The Little Sleep (2009)

Monday, December 28, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



To live dangerously
is merely a form
of self-expression.
Wade Miller
Sinner Take All
1960

Friday, December 25, 2009

Book Review: Dave Zeltserman, Small Crimes (2008)


Joe Denton, a bad cop fresh out of prison, never has the chance to even try to go straight. His wrecked life is waiting for him in the persons of Sheriff Dan Pleasant (a former partner in crime) and District Attorney Phil Coakley (the victim of the attempted murder that put Joe in prison). Phil is on the verge of having evidence that will put Dan and Joe in prison for a long stretch, so Dan works to force Joe to solve this problem by whatever means necessary. There is no shortage of plot in Small Crimes, but the narrative is driven moreso by the characters. Sheriff Dan and D.A. Phil are no mysteries, but Joe is a more challenging personality to understand, as are several of the supporting characters in the book: Joe's parents; dying crime boss Manny Vassey; and, most of all, Charlotte Boyd, a nurse in the hospital where Manny is dying. Grade: B+

Monday, December 21, 2009

Book Review: Charles Williams, Go Home, Stranger (1954)



In one type of Gold Medal PBO, the protagonist finds himself plunged into a crime-driven crisis: Perhaps he is accused of a crime that he did not commit, or perhaps he chooses to participate in a seemingly harmless crime that goes horribly wrong, or perhaps there is some other scenario involving crime and the protagonist's life spiraling out of control. In any case, such plots can make for compelling reading, as Charles Williams and his Gold Medal stablemates showed over and over again (for Williams, see A Touch of Death and Hell Hath No Fury). But Go Home, Stranger deviates from this general formula in a crucial way: It is not the protagonist, Pete Reno, who is caught up in a crime; rather, it is his sister, and she stays off stage for virtually the entire book while Pete runs around playing amateur detective and trying to prove her innocence. The result is remarkably bland; instead of a character desperately trying to extricate himself from a nightmare, we have a character trying to solve a puzzle that does not involve him, which is not nearly as interesting, even if someone is trying to kill him to prevent him from discovering the truth. Grade: C

Pulp Poem of the Week



Alcohol is like love.
The first kiss is magic,
the second is intimate,
the third is routine.
After that you take
the girl's clothes off.
Raymond Chandler
Farewell, My Lovely
1940

Monday, December 14, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



From thirty feet away
she looked like a lot of class.
From ten feet away
she looked like something
made up to be seen
from thirty feet away.
Raymond Chandler
The High Window
1942

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Book Review: Wade Miller, Sinner Take All (1960)



Jack Cox, an American expatriate living in Tijuana, is a man without a country, but if he will murder political militant Bruno Lazar, he will be given a fresh start: $50,000 and citizenship in a new country. Wade Miller keeps Cox's past misdeeds vague enough so that he can emerge as a sort of Everyman as hired assassin. What we see of Jack we like, and we root for him to succeed--though it is unclear whether that means killing his target or walking away without even making the attempt. There are, of course, a pair of women in the mix, the most important being Dorlisa Weber, who is working to protect Lazar while Cox is working to romance her and gain her confidence so that he may defeat her. Well worth seeking out. Grade: B+

Monday, December 7, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



All I could see
was that she was barely there,
like something you almost recall:
the Pledge of Allegiance,
your daddy's real name.

Daniel Woodrell
Tomato Red
1998

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Book Note: Mark D. West, Law in Everyday Japan: Sex, Sumo, Suicide, Statutes (2005)



One of my interests is Japanese noir, though I occasionally find these novels tough going due to the sometime inscrutability of Japanese culture. To help make these things more scrutable, I try to mix in a few nonfiction works on Japan, and I have just read a really great one: Mark D. West's Law in Everyday Japan: Sex, Sumo, Suicide, Statutes (2005). Using methods largely from economics, West examines the intersections between laws and social norms as they affect Japanese culture in seven areas, including the management of sumo wresting and the handling of karaoke noise complaints. Probably the most noirish chapters are those dealing with love hotels and debt-suicides. Academic but highly accessible. Witty, too.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Gil Brewer Classic Back in Print!



The Gil Brewer revival continues on December 15 with the first-ever reissue of 1953's Flight to Darkness, courtesy of New Pulp Press. Read it!

Monday, November 30, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



She was a nice-looking blonde
of twenty-one or two.
She had a dimple in her
left cheek when she smiled.
She had a body like you usually
find only in your imagination.
And she know how to dress so you
knew it wasn't your imagination.
James McKimmey
Winner Take All
1959

Book Review: Daniel Woodrell, Tomato Red (1998)



The plots of Daniel Woodrell's "country noirs" have a purposeful aimlessness to them. Woodrell strives not for the tightly plotted crime thriller of some imaginary Noir World but for the meandering reality of the an actual place--the Ozarks--where shit sometimes happens along the way. Thus, the uncomfortable pleasure of a Woodrell novel is simply immersing yourself in his characters and their place and their language. If drama happens, so much the better. In Tomato Red, we see through the eyes of Sammy Barlach, a surprisingly articulate many-time loser with remarkable powers of introspection and self-knowledge. Sammy's voice, in its inexplicable power, reminded me of Huck Finn, though Huck's voice is more consistent and ultimately more believable than Sammy's. Beyond this, Sammy is no Huck. Sammy is older and far more damaged than Huck, and whereas Huck flees civilization, Sammy seeks it--he wants a family, a community that will have him. In the world of noir, though, lighting out for the territory may be a better option. Grade: B-

Friday, November 27, 2009

Book Review: James McKimmey, Winner Take All (1959)


While reading James McKimmey's Winner Take All, I formulated David's Law of Noir Absurdities: Absurdities are justifiable only in the service of a memorable plot that could not be executed without them. McKimmey's novel certainly begins absurdly: Our hero, Mark Steele, is minding his own business when a long-lost twin brother appears on his doorstep. Steele is streetwise and down on his luck. The long-lost twin is rich and not so tough, and he has a proposition for Steele. It seems that the rich twin has a $100,000 gambling debt, and, due to his lack of toughness, he would like to pay Steele to impersonate him and deal with the underworld types who want their money. (The proposition is slightly more complicated than this . . . but you get the basic idea.) So, I granted McKimmey his absurdities of premise, and I hoped to be rewarded with something memorable, but Winner Take All ultimately disappointed. There was one nice twist along the way, but in the end the book did not justify its absurdities and sank under its own artifice. Grade: C+

Monday, November 23, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



She spoke methodically,
with carefully broad A's.
Southern-born,
she had obviously been
further schooled in the North,
after I'd known her,
maybe at Smith.
It was somehow
a strange mixture.
She had large breasts and
she aimed them at you
when she talked.

Gil Brewer
Wild
1958

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Book Review: Brett Halliday, A Redhead for Mike Shayne (1965)



I decided to read a random Mike Shayne novel--rumor has it that this is the 48th in the series--and I was rewarded with a steaming bowl of hard-boiled crap stew. Lesson learned! Grade: F

Monday, November 16, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



She had no business being
so damned smart and
so damned sexually attractive
at the same time.
One or the other was fine.
A man could understand that
and cope with it.
Brett Halliday
A Redhead for Mike Shayne
1965

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Book Review: Marvin H. Albert, Devil in Dungarees (1960)


Beyond its regrettably dated title, Devil in Dungarees is an excellent PBO. In particular, I was pleasantly surprised by its wandering third-person point of view. The novel begins with its focus on Walt Bonner, a good cop gone bad who is helping a gang of thieves to rob a bank. Having read more than a few books like this, I thought I could see the formula that was coming: Marvin H. Albert would soon show me the cruel events that had led Bonner to this desperate moment, and the narrative would expect me to feel sympathy for him and maybe even root for him. This assumed, however, that the third-person narrative would follow only Bonner. In this, I was wrong. After only a few pages, Bonner temporarily exited the stage, and the novel made its first shift to another third-person POV. Albert had me on my toes, and he kept me there for most of the novel. I do not mean to imply that Devil in Dungarees attempts anything innovative or daring in its narrative structure. Rather, I note that Albert made enough interesting (and sometimes dark) narrative choices to win me over. This one may not be at the top of the genre, but it is well above most of the heap. Grade: A-

Monday, November 9, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



His eyes were dimming crescents,
straining upward into the starred
night sky,
as if trying to make out, to visualize,
some phantom face that no one else
could see.
And what is love anyway but the
unattainable,
the reaching out toward an illusion?

Cornell Woolrich
Rendezvous in Black
1948

Monday, November 2, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



She knew how.

Marvin H. Albert
Devil in Dungarees
1960

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Book Review: Bruno Fischer, The Fast Buck (1952)



It may have taken me longer to finish The Fast Buck than any other Gold Medal novel I have read. The problem is that, for at least the first half of the book, Bruno Fischer's plot keeps resetting itself--every time events seem to be leading somewhere, things more or less start over. As a result, I never felt much compelled to pick up the book and read (or to read for very long once I had picked it up). The novel is narrated by Bert Peake, a somewhat likable lifelong hood (with time out for service in WWII) who wants to make some fast money and then maybe play life straight. He goes begging for work at the door of Ted Lumm, a childhood friend who is now a major player in organized crime. Lumm may or may not or may or may not have someone for Bert to kill, but he definitely has a memorable femme fatale, Lorraine Callender, to throw in Bert's path. The climax of the novel, when it finally does come, is not very climactic. My advice is to skip this one. Grade: C-

Monday, October 26, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



What the hell!
Two hundred bucks a week,
and all I'd have to do for it
was occasionally kill
somebody for him.

"When do I start?" I said.
Bruno Fischer
The Fast Buck
1952

Monday, October 19, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



Dead men
are heavier
than broken hearts.
Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939

Monday, October 12, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



Ostensibly a lawyer,
he maintained
a luxurious Hollywood office.
He even kept office hours.
But he hadn't appeared
in a courtroom for years.
He didn't have to.
He knew where too many bodies,
male and female,
had spent their lost weekends.
His was a nasty business
but he never had trouble
with his conscience.
He had none.
Day Keene
Framed in Guilt
1949

Friday, October 9, 2009

Book Review: Gil Brewer, Wild (1958)



Acceptable, though not memorable. Private detective Lee Baron moves home to Florida to take over his recently deceased father's one-man detective business. Almost immediately he is hired by an old flame, Ivor Hendrix, who has become fearful of her husband. Lee seeks out the husband and instead finds an armless body, and things escalate from there--plot elements include a bank robbery, a thug with a head the size of a watermelon, and Ivor's nymphomaniacal sister. The plot meanders a bit as Lee wanders among a cluster of locales in the Tampa Bay area, trying to figure out what's going on. Characters are a bit thin even for this genre, but Brewer keeps things moving and hopes that you don't notice too much. Worth reading, but not if you haven't read A Killer Is Loose or The Brat or The Red Scarf. Grade: C+

Monday, October 5, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



What was that line
about walking a mile
in another man's shoes?
Oh yeah:
By the time he figures out
you've screwed him over,
you're a mile away, and
you've got his shoes.

David J. Schow
Gun Work
2008