Pulp Poem of the Week

There’s point driving
the getaway car
if nobody’s going
to get away.

          Donald E. Westlake
          Bad News
          2001

Pulp Poem of the Week

A little man—
a clerk or a butcher—
he can hide for a while,
but a guy so dumb
he can only make dough
writing words on paper—
he ain’t got a chance.

          Steve Fisher
          I Wake Up Screaming
          1941

Book Review: Donald E. Westlake, Bad News (2001)

An excellent Dortmunder in which Westlake succumbs to his weakness for low-hanging fruit only when he has to name law firms. (Kleinberg, Rhineberg, Steinberg, Weinberg & Klatsch, anyone?) This time out, Dortmunder helps to create a false heir to 1/3 of an Indian casino, and much of the fun is the route by which he ends up participating in this job that is far from his usual line of (illegal) work. While Bad News lacks the (surprising) gravitas of some of the preceding novels in the series, by this point the members of Dortmunder's crew (Stan, Tiny, Murch, Murch's mom) have (surprisingly?) passed the threshold of LOVABLE, and time spent with them is time delightfully spent. Grade A-

Pulp Poem of the Week

I loved her
like a rabbit loved
a rattlesnake.

          James M. Cain
          Double Indemnity
          1943

Pulp Poem of the Week

don’t run
when nobody’s
chasing you

          Charles Williams
          Man on the Run
          1958 

Pulp Poem of the Week

Nice old ladies
poison whole families.

Clean-cut kids
commit multiple holdups and shootings.
Bank managers with spotless records going back
     twenty years
are found out to be long-term embezzlers.
And successful and popular and supposedly
    happy novelists
get drunk and put their wives in the hospital.
We know damn little about what makes
even our best friends tick.

          Raymond Chandler
          The Long Goodbye
          1953 

Pulp Poem of the Week

His understanding of economics was,
you go out and steal money and
use it to buy food.
Alternatively,
you steal the food.

          Donald E. Westlake
          What’s the Worst That Could Happen?
          1996    

Pulp Poem of the Week

Skeezo what?
Frantic?

          Richard S. Prather
          Always Leave ’em Dying
          1954

Pulp Poem of the Week

These chickens of mine are lucky.
They don’t know
what’s coming their way.
They may end up on a table
but they don’t have the newspapers
to worry them to death first.

          Seymour Shubin
          Anyone’s My Name
          1953

Book Review: Richard S. Prather, Always Leave 'em Dying (1954)

Searching for a missing girl, Shell Scott does battle with Arthur Trammel, leader of a California cult. Always Leave ’em Dying is what it is: Fast-paced but featherweight, entertaining but absurd. I cannot deny that I enjoyed my first Shell Scott experience, but I cannot say that I crave another. Grade: C+

Book Note: Noir Erasure Poetry Anthology (2013)

Silver Birch Press has just published this really cool collection of noir erasure poetry that you should purchase by following the link that is this entire sentence. I contributed a poem from page 85 of Gil Brewer’s Hell’s Our Destination (1953). To read my poem from page 85, you have to buy the book. For free, you get to read poems that I made from the copyright page and page 145:

Book Review: Miyuki Miyabe, All She Was Worth (1992)

Honma, a police inspector on medical leave, is approached by his nephew to find the nephew’s missing fiancée. After this, nothing much happens other than an investigation and a primer in Japanese debtors. Worth a read if you have a particular interest in things Japanese. Grade: C-

Pulp Poem of the Week

You can’t erase it all,
not even half of it.
Half my life surrendered to gray
screens the size of my thumbnail,
each flare carelessly shot
from my phone to another
now rocketing back,
landing in my lap like a cartoon bomb,
its wick lit.

          Megan Abbott
          Dare Me
          2012 

Pulp Poem of the Week

They can be dangerous,
things
that don’t look dangerous.
Not looking dangerous
is
what makes them dangerous.

          Terry Pratchett
          Thief of Time
          2001

Pulp Poem of the Week

A prisoner does one of two things:

(1) he goes along, or
(2) he escapes.
That’s all there is.
His keepers give orders and
he obeys them.
He doesn’t think;
he doesn’t argue;
he doesn’t engage
in philosophical discussion.
He does exactly what he’s told, and
all of his concentration remains
exclusively watching for a chance
to move onto (2).
Then he sees an opening, and
he coldcocks the economist from Yale, and
he’s gone.

          Donald E. Westlake
          Don’t Ask
          1993

Pulp Poem of the Week

Never joke with a
tired tramp.
No one gets as tired as a
tired tramp.

     Elliott Chaze
     Black Wings Has My Angel
     1953

Book Review: Donald E. Westlake, Don't Ask (1993)

The International Parker Theorem states: The more Parker gets involved in international intrigue, the less interesting he becomes. Its corollary, the International Dortmunder Theorem, states: The more a Dortmunder novel becomes involved in international intrigue, the sillier it becomes. And this is Westlake’s constant artistic battle in the Dortmunder books: to negotiate the fine line between funny and silly, to not get lazy and descend into fart jokes. Don’t Ask begins in the general realm of the fart joke with Dortmunder riding in a fish truck. (A future Dortmunder novel, I can only assume, will begin with Dortmunder sitting in an outhouse.) The problem with International Dortmunder is that Westlake cannot resist the low-hanging fruit: silly names, silly accents, and so on. And Donald E. Westlake, of all people, has no need for low-hanging fruit. In sum, Don’t Ask is an acceptable Dortmunder, though a bit lazy. Competent, but not inspired. Grade: C

Pulp Poem of the Week

A hammer may be picked up
almost anywhere in the world.
Baseball bats are
very widely distributed.
Even a rock or a heavy stick
will do.

          CIA training manual
          1954

Pulp Poem of the Week

the attrition of honesty
varies inversely
with the square of the distance
and directly
with the mass of the temptation

     Charles Williams
     Girl Out Back
     1958

Pulp Poem of the Week

Three times
I have been mistaken
for a Prohibition agent,
but never had any trouble
clearing myself.

          Dashiell Hammett
          “From the Memoirs of a Private Detective” 
          1923

Pulp Poem of the Week

He might be
married;
he had a
worried look about him.

          Gil Brewer
          Memory of Passion
          1962

Pulp Poem of the Week

Were watching you so don’t pull
anything phoney——or else your
kid gets knocked off see. We
mean that Mrs. Cobb.

Now from filling station drive
straight to Darien —turn right
BEFORE going under R.R. bridge.
You turn your trip spedometer
to OOO.  Follow car line.

You go exactly ONE mile and STOP.
Have packages ready!!     If you
tip COPS its goodnight for kid.
How about it?     We’ll meet you.
     
     Norman Klein
     No! No! The Woman!
     1932

Pulp Poem of the Week

I started toward him.
Not fast.
I was in no hurry.
The longer it lasted,
the more I would like it.

     Howard Browne
     “Man in the Dark”
     1952 

Donald E. Westlake, Drowned Hopes (1990)

In which Dortmunder must figure out how to retrieve money buried at the bottom of a lake. My pet peeve about the Dortmunder series has been that the lighter tone of these books (compared to, say, oh, I don't know, the Parker novels?) tempts Westlake sometimes to take the easy, sophomoric route (e.g., fart jokes). This time out, plot and execution are strong (the first major underwater scene, in particular, is brilliantly claustrophobic), and the proceedings stay mature . . . but Westlake cannot resist a certain silliness that sometimes mars the cumulative gravitas of the Dortmunder series. Exhibit A: Dortmunder at Mt. Rushmore, which is a deeply regrettable self-indulgence. Grade B+

Pulp Poem of the Week

Innocence is killing
For profit.

Guilt is killing
For pleasure.

          David Rachels
          Verse Noir
          2010

Pulp Poem of the Week

everything
looks like a noose
if you stare at it
long enough

          Sherman Alexie
          “Indian Education”
          1993

Donald E. Westlake, Good Behavior (1985)

Dortmunder + nuns = not my idea of a good premise. Grade: C

Pulp Poem of the Week

A smart lawyer knows
when to tell the truth.

     Donald E. Westlake
     The Hot Rock
     1970

Pulp Poem of the Week

The cross-eyed gods of
the universal cash register had
punched the No Sale key, and
the drawer was wide open—
waiting.

          Gil Brewer
          Nude on Thin Ice
          1960

Pulp Poem of the Week

Always living in the garbage cans
of somebody else’s life.
I scavenge old souls.

     Steve Fisher
     I Wake Up Screaming
     1941   

Reviews: Gil Brewer, Redheads Die Quickly and Other Stories (2012)

Here are links to all the various reviews, blog posts, etc., that have popped up around the web for Redheads Die Quickly and Other Stories.  Newest at the top, oldest at the bottom:

Los Angeles Review of Books

Seattle Times

Palm Beach Post

Woody Haut's Blog

Gainesville Sun

Read @ MPL

The Florida Bookshelf

Jeff Vorzimmer's Dig It, Daddy-O

James Reasoner's Rough Edges

Bill Crider's Pop Culture Magazine

George Kelley