A Walk Among the Tombstones is Lawrence Block's tenth Matthew Scudder book, first published in 1992. It’s twice as long as a few in the series I loved—it drags in the middle, it follows a pattern he sets in the last two books of crimes against women I think are too grisly/sensational for me, but much of it is really well written, and the scenes leading up to and "among the tombstones" is really, really well done. Block's ne0-noir tales don’t focus on action; they are about character, mainly established through dialogue, exploring themes of moral ambiguity. You can't live a life of crime or a life of catching criminals without being tainted:
*Matthew Scudder accidentally killed a little girl when he was a detective; he quit the force, where he was sometimes on the take, with small bribes and the like; he wasn't the worst guy, but he wasn't a saint; he quit his marriage and never sees his sons, but tithes at churches, gives money to the homeless, and takes cases almost exclusively about the murder of young women as part of the expiation for his sins. He’s a dry, rather anguished alcoholic who lives on the edge of drinking and death every day. We come to like him very much.
*Scudder’s girlfriend Elaine is a call girl taking art history classes. She’s smart, articulate, and we also like her very much.
*Scudder has a friend Mick Ballou, a gangster and sometime murderer with whom he has long philosophical conversations; Mick takes him to Mass sometimes. He’s smart, thoughtful and a good storyteller, for a gangster (but hey, this is Block's point; don't stereotype, even gangsters)! We really like Mick and Matt talking together.
*Scudder hires a 15-year-old street kid, TJ, who is my hands-down favorite character in this book:
“Then I thought, if this here’s a movie, what I do is slip in the back an’ hunker down ‘tween the front an’ back seats. They be putting’ the money in the trunk an’ sittin’ up front, so they ain’t even gone look in the back. Figured they go back to their house, or wherever they gone go, an’ when we got there, I just slip out an’ call you up an’ tell you where I’m at. But then I thought, TJ, this ain’t no movie, an’ you too young to die.” – TJ
After hearing TJ talk on the phone in a different voice, Scudder remarks:
"I'm stunned," he said. "I didn't know you could talk like that."
"What, you mean talk straight? 'Course I can. Just because I street don't mean I be ignorant. They two different languages, man, and you talkin' to a cat's bilingual."
*A guy who is an alcoholic and a heroin addict tells Scudder at AA about his brother, Kenan, whose wife has been abducted. Because he is a drug dealer he can’t go to the cops, but Scudder takes the case, even though the dealer plans to kill the guy, not bring him to the law.
With each book the killers seem worse and worse; I think Block is trying to say that the world is getting progressively worse, with more evil people, and he is also revealing how Scudder is working with morally sketchier clients, though he actually sees them fundamentally as human beings, not monsters. What I find interesting in this book is the way the characters make sense of their lives by telling stories; in AA, in the bar, driving around, they need to tell stories. The criminals and the cops, they all need to tell what they have experienced.
I like the opening 100 pages, and as I said I very much like the confrontation in the cemetery between the kidnapper and Scudder, so well-written, the work of a master. I don’t like the level of grisly violence that happens near the end, it’s seems completely unnecessary and sickening, but I love the final sweet scene with Scudder and Elaine. Scudder, who just the day before faced--with some admitted fear--the very real possibility of dying, with several guns pointed at him, is even more afraid of facing Elaine and speaking his feelings of love for her, which is cute and oh, okay, maybe even a touch moving. Again, he comes to her and needs to tell her his story of horror (the crime), and then he needs to tell her his story of love (and how he is beginning to feel about what she does for a living). This is all part of Scudder's process of redemption, and it is good.
I don’t know, this is in places a five star noir novel, and two stars when we get down to the grisly details. Block thought it was one of his very best novels. and he's right, there's some fine writing in it. I'll say 3 stars, though, because of the over-the-top rough stuff (which I know, may be a matter of taste; I'll admit I'm pretty squeamish).
Because of the subject matter I probably will not see the 2014 movie version with Liam Neeson, but I am tempted because Block wrote: “[The movie version of] 8 Million Ways to Die didn't really work—artistically or commercially—although both Jeff Bridges and Andy Garcia did some very fine work in the film. A Walk Among the Tombstones is a much better film in every way, and very much reflects the book I wrote."