Monday, April 24, 2023
Book Review: Fell of Dark
Friday, April 21, 2023
The Time Eater
by Jack Butterworth (story) and Paul Neary (art)
Tuesday, April 18, 2023
National Lampoon April 1971
April, 1971
Saturday, April 15, 2023
Book Review: The Marksman
by Hugh Rae
The area did not have the air of a Glasgow suburb, but rather that of a small mining community. Damp November darkness swallowed the far horizons so that Weaver could easily sustain the illusion that nothing lay out there but fallow pastures and the ochre heaps of shale dumps.
The men walked side by side along the pavement. It was cracked and pot-holed and mud-flecked like a newly excavated relic of the Roman period. The open acres adjacent to it were planted with surveyors’ stakes and construction dumps, tarns of mud and sour surface ash, foundation pits like mass graves and long bunkers of flung clay………
‘The Marksman’ first was published in 1971. This Sphere books paperback edition (269) is a 1987 printing. It is a tie-in to the BBC miniseries based on the novel, that aired the same year.
The novel is set in Glasgow in the early 1970s. Its protagonist, Donald Weaver, is a Glaswegian ‘hard man’ and felon, who has been living in comfort in Spain on the proceeds from a successful armed robbery. When Weaver gets a letter from the elderly Vincent Doyle, telling him that Weaver’s estranged son Gordon was brutally murdered in Glasgow almost a year ago, Weaver returns to his old haunts on a mission of vengeance.
Weaver has little love or sentimentality for his hometown, but doggedly makes the rounds of the neighborhoods in the early Winter darkness and drizzle. It's no easy task; the police closed the case after making a cursory effort to solve it, and the Glasgow demi-monde are less than helpful in responding to Weaver’s inquiries.
To maintain his short-term stay in Glasgow Weaver is obliged to procure more money, and despite misgivings, teams up with a fellow thief for what seems to be a straightforward job. But a crooked cop is in on the take, and when alliances go bad, Weaver discovers that even as he pursues his son’s murderers, he himself is pursued by parties who prefer to dispense their justice in as unpleasant a manner as possible. For Donald Weaver, time is running out, and with each passing day, the operatives in the Glasgow underworld come closer to putting a bullet in his brain…….
‘The Marksman’ starts off well, benefitting from its setting in Glasgow and the author’s familiarity with that milieu. Weaver’s misadventures take place against a backdrop of gritty, threatening landscapes and supporting characters.
Unfortunately, as the novel progresses, it becomes very slow going, heavily padded with lengthy philosophical and psychological expositions that indicate author Rae wanted 'The Marksman' to be a 'literary' work, one that transcended the crime genre.
The final confrontation between Weaver and his adversaries relies on a series of improbable actions that, after dutifully plodding through 255 pages of plot set-up, I found deflatingly contrived.
'The Marksman' is a two-star Brit Crime novel. Recommended only for those with the patience for a dilatory narrative preoccupied with character development, mood, and atmosphere over plot.
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
On 4th and Broadway: Remembering Tower Records
by Michael Gonzales
Monday, April 10, 2023
Once again at the Library Sale
Saturday, April 8, 2023
Book Review: The Smoke
[The term 'the smoke' apparently is British slang for the criminal life.]
'Smoke' opens in 1963, on a dismal, dreary Spring day in London's East End. Archie Ogle, the city's crime boss, is surveying a construction site with Charlie Dance. Charlie is a fixer, a hard man, willing to do dirty deeds for his surrogate father Archie. When Archie, who is in declining health, steps down, there is a very good possibility that Charlie will inherit Archie's 'firm'.
But all plans are suspended when an 'accident' involving a crane and a wrecking ball dumps the side of a building onto Archie and Charlie. The former is seriously injured and at death's door, while Charlie suffers a broken arm and cuts and bruises.
Word quickly travels through London's criminal underground: Archie Ogle is an invalid, one facing a greatly reduced life span. The gangs and their bosses who, until now, have acknowledged Archie's sovereignty, begin scheming to take over control of all the rackets percolating in the alleys and bars and clubs and warehouses of the city.
Tommy and Jesse Troy, the debauched gangster lords of Bethnal Green, see opportunity in taking over Archie's gambling operations. Connie and Wally Harold, who run a crooked scrap metal business, have their own ambitions, which include eliminating the Troys. Eyetie Antoni, the Mafia's representative in London, longs to take over the drug distribution networks in the city.
As these and other organizations arms themselves for confrontation, Charlie Dance sets out on his own path towards retaining Archie's holdings. And with everything to lose, and much to gain, Charlie isn't holding back. Nobody involved in London's criminal underworld is prepared for what Charlie's going to bring to the table. And for him, there's no such thing as too high of a body count..............
At 555 pages, 'The Smoke' can't afford to be a slow read. Unfortunately, I gave up on the book just 85 pages in. This is because the author is so fixated on infusing his prose with a British gangster vernacular, (along with heavily purpled metaphors and similes) that the book is very difficult to understand.
Some examples:
'Glass of Bass and a ham on white. And Gawd have mercy on us sinners if it ain't Charlie Dance. Thought you was too high on the firm to trudge the cobbles to cop the subs.'
Charlie added whiskies to Flynn's pint and sandwich and paid with small change.
"What's the crack with the coffin ?'
*****
'He never was the cleverest yiddle on the fiddle. What do Antoni and Kosher think they're playing ? Ethnic Monopoly ? "You give me Greek Street and I'll swap you Leicester Square and two dozen used toms" ?'
'Ain't no laughing matter, Arch.'
'Ain't "Spot the Virgin", neither. I take it you've smiled at both sides and kept your khyber to the alley wall ?'
'Does it rain downwards ? Smooth Bad Alice first.'
*****
Bulstrode sank his beer chaser.
'Cotton's used us and blown us out as bubbles. He's done a deal with Buck's CID and rowed us out. We've opened the doors and they've slammed them in our faces. They can have the kudos for this train job, but that's where it ends for this kiddy.'
*****
Valetta simmered.
A furnace of marzipan buildings under a hot and white Sahara sky. Whiter than snow and hotter than sand. The noonday promenade in Kingsway had been a listless mill of bored soldiery and young Maltese, all too jaded to flirt or exchange the usual ribald banter.
*****
The manager's office was a warm womb of oiled teak with a splash of light over the partners desk. Tommy lounged in the manager's chair to be close to the Armagnac and ice. His cigar hadn't the class to travel the six miles from Bethnal Green, and his pomaded hair gleamed like a swash of petrified tarmacadam. Charlie leaned by the aquarium with a small Irish.
While I understand that hardboiled prose is necessary to impart verisimilitude to a crime narrative, wading through the content of 'The Smoke' was simply too onerous a chore for me. Perhaps UK natives can understand the vernacular sufficiently to make this novel engaging, but for me, 'The Smoke' is a firm One Star rating.
Thursday, April 6, 2023
Mickey Rat in 'Bored to Raise Hell'
'Bored to Raise Hell'
by Robert Armstrong
from Mickey Rat No. 3 (1980)