Woolrich, like Bradbury, wrote differently from everyone else. Also like Bradbury, it’s rare that I run across one of his stories, even an early pulp story, that doesn’t work for me on some level. I even enjoy his whiz-bang stuff, written years before this one. This one is later, when he was on the cusp of literary immortality with The Bride Wore Black, the novel which would propel him to greatness, penning a string of suspense novels unlike any that had ever been written before, creating a genre all his own. This novelette, however, has an odd narrative voice, and while I’m giving it three stars, I can only recommend it for Woolrich completists. It’s included in one of the older collections of his short stories and novelettes, and also as a single story on Kindle.
You accept coincidence and some implausibility when reading Woolrich, because he’s so entertaining you don’t care. There’s quite a bit here, but even that is made more palatable because here he is telling a story which borders on Science Fiction, rather than weird menace. I can hardly believe I’m saying this, because there’s no bigger fan of his work, but it isn’t the story that let me down on this one — the premise, in fact, is terrific — but the execution. More than any other writer I’ve ever read, Woolrich was genius at finding the right voice (male or female) from which to tell the story. If first person worked best, or third person, that’s where he went. Here, the narrator feels like some unseen person relating a minute by minute account of the story as it unfolds. Because we’re not hearing it from O’Shaughnessy’s head, nor Nova’s — which would have been difficult, but interesting — we don’t get any warm connection to them, or the story. As pulp, it’s okay, but as Woolrich, it’s subpar.
The opening is atmospheric enough, as we follow a man racing through the night with a sleeping woman — though she may not be just sleeping — in the back of the car. But that narrative voice I mentioned, and the odd tone Woolrich gives it is distracting from the get-go. Eventually we change scenes to O’Shaughnessy, and the story begins unfolding. It concerns a scientist named Denholt, who has created a serum for revivification. At a remote location, a young woman named Nova, sweet, almost child-like, is trapped. When O’Shaughnessy, who has always been lucky, survives a plane crash, he seeks help, and comes across the lovely Nova. This leads him to Denholt. What follows is a tale of escape, tremendous coincidence once they do, and the revelation that Nova must return, because she is beginning to decay…
The ending should be poignant, deeply sad, but that odd narrative tone has kept us distanced from the heart of either character. While that isn’t unusual for pulp, it’s unusual for Woolrich. As pulp, it’s middle of the road, but as Woolrich, it’s way, way down on the list. Recommended only to devotees like myself, and Woolrich completists. I suspect the average reader will find this odd and hokey.