MID 20TH CENTURY NORTH AMERICAN CRIME/MYSTERY
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HOOK – 4 stars:>>>The voice from the sound truck said: “Each family, no matter how big it is, will be asked to put up one thousand dollars. You will get your transportation free, five acres of fertile land in Africa, a mule and a plow and all the seed you need, free…A sea of dark faces wavered...”Ain’t it wonderful honey? We’re going back to Africa.”<<PACE – 4: IF Himes takes a break from the action, it’s usually to talk about a feast such as this one: “On many a table there was chicken and dumplings or roast pork and sweet potatoes, and crime took a rest.” Or “Mammy Louise had barbecued an opossum especially for them and with the fat yellow meat she served candied yams, collard greens and okra, and left them to enjoy it.“ This might be the crime book that makes you the hungriest, hence breaks for snacks.
PLOT – 5: It’s not that there is a robbery of $87,000. It’s not that there is a con artist, Reverend Deke O’Malley and a second con artist coming to town. It’s not the mounting death toll, it’s not the cops on the take, ensuring gambling house and whore houses remain open. It’s all that plus most of Harlem finding then losing a bale of cotton in which the stolen $87,000 resides. And for 150 pages, Himes throws that bale of cotton into the air and leaves it there; spinning, seen, unseen, and finally resolving it all on the last page that gives this plot its 5-star rating.
CAST – 5: Grave Digger Jones and Coffin Ed Johnson have gotta be the toughest hard-boiled duo I’ve encountered in crime novels. They stay right on the edge of illegal and legal, one foot on both sides all the time. Ready to kill at any time: “Grave Digger fell belly down and began crawling fast…45 bullets were breaking up the benches [in church] all around him…He made out the vague outline of trousered legs …He took careful aim and shot a leg. He saw the leg break off like a wooden stick…and saw the trouser leg catch fire suddenly.” Billie, the stripper, has an act with that cotton bale, ending in a spectacular stage orgasm with screams of “Ohh, Daddy Cotton!” A “church sister” hides her money in a purse strapped between her legs, but a sneaky thief slowly cuts away the back of her skirt, then her panties and grabs the purse: “She hurried on down the street, worrying more about her hair in the rain than about her behind showing.” Himes can’t resist the ridiculous.
ATMOSPHERE – 5: Himes had done prison time, lived in Harlem, and oh he knows the scene. Knows the double-edged traps the cops, the stool pigeons, the hookers, the number-runners, and regular citizens have to navigate through daily. “Iris [under guard] lay on her sofa…Now there was another detective there…She was wearing a silk print dress and the skirt hiked up…His puritanical soul felt affronted…The fire seemed breaking through his skin…Centipedes were crawling over his testicles and ants were attacking his phallus…” Later, “Both women had been badly mauled-scratched and beaten as though they’d had a furious go with each other [yes, they had]…They had her taken from the cell where she was held…It was claimed that more pigeons were hatched there [interrogation room] than beneath all the eaves of Harlem. And I gotta add that today, we’re seeing stool pigeons crawl from beneath every stone in D.C. 1965+Nixon+Politicians=2019 USA. Sad, huh?
SUMMARY – 4.6 overall. It’s all really horrific, mostly true, and yet Himes gives himself time for the silliest scenes/words. “Grave Digger bought a bright red dress, size 14, a pair of dark tan lisle stockings and a white plastic handbag. Coffin Ed bought a pair of gilt sandals, size 7, and a hand mirror…They put these into their shopping bag and returned to the precinct station. All the brass had left…” Okay, admit it, did you read “brass” as “bras?” I did before I read the sentence again. Himes has fun writing, has fun with his readers, goes for the ridiculous, the hideous, the ugly, the pain of a day in the life of a cop in 1960s Harlem, and no one has ever done it as good. And probably never again. Himes is one of a handful of genius American authors.