Jack Seabrook discusses The Fabulous Clipjoint in depth, as well as Martians, Go Home , The Screaming Mimi , and all of the other classic Fredric Brown novels. He provides a careful analysis of the author's short stories and poems, tracking his work from the early days, through the years of the pulp magazines and SF digests, up to and including the final years with respectable magazines. Along with the discussion of the work are details of the author's unusual life, from his early years in Cincinnati through the Depression in Milwaukee, to a bohemian life in the Southwest.
Fredric Brown is warmly thought of by science fiction and mystery fans. He was a productive author from the 1930s to the 1960s, when bad health and drinking finally forced him to stop writing. His stuff is, of course, uneven--impossible to avoid with as much stuff as he put out--but his best sets the standard for pulp fiction, often subtle, playful, and subversive of the hardening genre tropes.
The book starts with a brief biography, that makes the most of the available evidence, before concentrating on Brown's various writing ventures, dividing them thematically, chronologically, and formally. Seabrook is a poet, and so he takes the time to even note Brown's poetry, which might otherwise be overlooked, as the most of it is inside of his stories, and there is not much otherwise. But he does a good job of showing how much Brown was aware of various poetic traditions.
Indeed, Brown, as with many pulp fictioneers, was well read, not only in the genre(s) he wrote, but more broadly, and Seabrook shows this. As a poet, he is very attuned to Brown's language, and words were important to Brown as more than a conveyance of story. He enjoyed word play and puns and was careful in what he wrote--well, as careful as he could be turning out stories at the rate he did, and drinking as much as he did. (He drank a lot.) Seabrook especially has affection for Brown's mysteries, which he thinks are overshadowed by his science fiction.
The bulk of the book, the literary analysis, does sometimes become repetitive. And Seabrook could have probably pushed a little harder on his analyses--they are occasionally superficial. But, he has read seemingly everything Brown ever wrote, often more than once, and carefully, in addition to other reviews, analyses, and criticisms. If nothing else, the book serves as an excellent introduction and guide to Brown's voluminous writing.