Great short story writers off the top of my head.
Carver.
Brautighan.
Wolff.
Bradbury.
Dick.
Jones.
Bukowski.
Brown.
There’s a whole bunch I know I missed off.
But, let’s definitely add Andrew Vachss to that list.
I was saddened to hear of A.V’s death recently, so picked up his collection from my To Be Read Shelf and cracked it open. A sophomore crime writer paying tribute to one of the heavyweights of the genre.
Vachss’ short prose is truly inspiring. Each story has something paramount to great story-telling.
Voice.
Voice in spades.
Whiskey-drenched, pain-drilled, tobacco-croaked voice.
Reading a Vachss’ short is like sitting directly across from the narrator in a police interrogation room downtown, or next to them in a dimly lit basement bar, looking down into the golden glow of your fifth whiskey and wondering if you’ll make it home without being rolled.
These are stories of bad-bad guys and good-bad guys.
It’s dark, grim, brutal and realistic prose.
Vachss’ work in max security prisons and legal practice shines through each sentence.
These are stories you can’t help but feel the author heard first-hand by offenders himself.
These are the stories of two-bit criminals, prostitutes, swindlers and killers for hire.
Not for everyone’s palette but a must read for fans of the darkest kind of crime fiction.
4/5 Stars
Not a fan of the super-hero, comic book stylings of the Cross stories. These seemed ridiculous when lined up next to his more realistic tales, so the collection loses one star. That’s just my own preference though.