The 28th novel by Elmore Leonard is perhaps the one the author is best known. Published in 1990, Get Shorty might be the book to turn the man on the street from asking, "Elmore who?" to nodding his head and saying, "Oh, Elmore wrote that? Yeah, saw the movie! He's good!" The movie is not only a stellar entertainment, but ended a forty-odd year dry spell in which Hollywood seemed unable or unwilling to balance the explosiveness of Leonard's violence with the sweetness of his characters and their casual, often hilarious, dialogue. A Leonard revival followed with Jackie Brown and Out of Sight on film and Karen Sisco and Justified on TV.
The 1995 film version of Get Shorty hovers over the source material like an atmospheric disturbance in the Gulf and while far from reinventing the book -- most of the characters, much of the story, a lot of the dialogue and all of the spirit are the same -- screenwriter Scott Frank, producers Michael Shamberg, Stacy Sher & Danny DeVito and director Barry Sonnenfeld definitely improved on it. Fans of the movie might be disappointed, as I was.
The story kicks off in Miami Beach, where Ernesto "Chili" Palmer is looking for his coat. A loan shark nicknamed for his temper in the old days but lately for his cool demeanor, Chili was raised in Brooklyn as an Italian, but due to some Puerto Rican blood, can never become a made guy like the upper level Italians in the organization. Chili is fine with this, dismissive of the respect demanded by certain guys who, in his view, haven't earned it. This includes Ray Barboni, a guy with a barbell for a brain who works for the boss of the local operation. "Bones" helps himself to a coat in a coatroom which not only belongs to Chili and contains Chili's car keys but was a gift from his wife, Debbie.
Chili discusses office politics with his bookkeeping partner Tommy Carlo, who drives Chili to visit Bones and pleads with him not to say anything. "Don't worry about it. I won't say any more than I have to, if that." He put on his black leather gloves going up the stairs to the third floor, knocked on the door three times, waited, pulling his right-hand glove on tight, and when Ray Bones opened the door Chili nailed him. One punch, not seeing any need to throw the left. He got his coat from a chair in the sitting room, looked at Ray Bones bent over holding his nose and mouth, blood all over his hands, his shirt, and walked out. Didn't say one word to him.
The coat incident earns Chili a visit from Bones, who takes a couple of shots at him before Chili creases the dumbbell's skull with a bullet from his .38. Thirty stitches later and a discussion between the men's bosses, the dispute is quashed, but has the undesired effect of Chili's wife discovering that he's still associating with "those people." She blames the loss of their baby three months previous on his behavior and leaves him. Chili attracts a wide variety of waitresses, beauticians or sales clerks at Dadeland Mall with his confidence, but most of them play second fiddle to Chili's real love: movies.
If you're thinking, "What a mensch" you're probably alone. More on that later.
Twelve years later, Chili is phasing himself out of the loan shark business, doing collection work for local merchants and a couple of casinos in Las Vegas, as well as handling a few regular borrowers who only need an icy stare to pay up. Ray Bones is promoted and upon inheriting Chili, hassles him over a miss in his books: Leo Devoe, a drycleaner who's late on fifteen grand, plus twenty-seven hundred in interest over six weeks. Chili explains that Leo is late because he's dead, killed in a jet crash in the Everglades. Leo's wife Fay identified her husband's luggage in the wreck and the newspapers listed him as a victim, but when Chili visits Fay to confirm it, he's told that Leo lives.
Fay explains to Chili that her husband tried to duck out on his debt, but got nervous after his plane experienced mechanical problems. Leo was at the airport bar when the plane crashed on the runway. The airline awarded Fay a three-hundred thousand dollar settlement, which Leo disappeared with, most likely to Las Vegas, his dream travel destination. She offers Chili half of what's left of her money if he can get Leo.
The story jumps to Los Angeles, where Harry Zimm is doing some hiding of his own, crashing at the Westwood house of his ex-girlfriend, scream queen Karen Flores. She wakes Harry in the night when she hears the TV downstairs. Harry finds Chili Palmer in his study, here as a favor to the Mesa Casino of Las Vegas, which Harry owes one-hundred fifty thousand on a Lakers-Pistons game. Uncharacteristically, he also dropped a cashier's check he had on him for two-hundred thousand. Chili gets curious why.
"I produce feature motion pictures, no TV. You mentioned Grotesque, that happened to be Grotesque, Part Two Karen Flores was in. She starred in all three of my Slime Creatures releases you might have seen."
The guy, Chili was nodding as he came forward to lean on the desk.
"I think I got an idea for one, a movie."
And Harry said, "Yeah? What's it about?"
Get Shorty has a thrilling conceit: A loan shark from Miami chases a missing, presumed dead drycleaner in Los Angeles while associating with Hollywood people and trying to pitch a movie to a major star about a loan shark from Miami chasing a missing, presumed dead drycleaner in Los Angeles. Chili's movie idea develops as the real-life intrigue he's basing it on develops. Harry gushes to Chili that he's stumbled onto a goldmine, a script titled Mr. Lovejoy, a labor of love by the writer of Slime Creatures. The project has attracted the interest of Karen's ex-husband Michael Weir, a fickle talent whose commitment can make Harry a legit player.
Weir's agent has demanded half a million dollars in an escrow account before they'll meet with Harry, who lit out for Vegas and lost two-hundred thousand he'd stolen from investors for a schlockfest to be titled Freaks. The investors are Ronnie Wingate, a Santa Barbara rich kid who owns a limo company, and Bo Catlett, the hustler who runs the company. After rubbing elbows with enough Hollywood types, Catlett dreams of being a film producer. In exchange for seeing how a movie is put together, Chili agrees to sit in on a meeting with the limo guys to back them off Harry for a while, but Harry proves a lot dumber and Bo Catlett a lot smarter than Chili hoped for things to be that easy.
The novel is missing a couple of key features from the movie:
-- Ray Bones learns that Leo is alive and tracks Chili down to L.A., but as played by the late, great Dennis Farina in the film, is more of a loose string in the book. He never threatens Chili that much on the page, making him a weak bad guy. In the film, Bones not only beats Harry Zimm to a living pulp and shoots Ronnie Wingate -- both great scenes invented by the filmmakers that feel more "Elmore Leonard" than Elmore Leonard -- but threatens to derail Chili's film project far more viciously.
-- The limo guys have stashed one-hundred seventy five thousand in an airport locker that the DEA is watching, but after Catlett shoots a Colombian mule who refuses to accept this as payment for cocaine Catlett bought, there aren't any consequences. In the movie, the mule's uncle and henchman arrive in L.A., applying pressure to Catlett to make good for what he owes and accelerating the story to even more delightful speeds.
-- Michael Weir, played by Danny DeVito as Martin Weir, is far less interesting on the page, a flaky talent in the mold of Dustin Hoffman. The problem is that Weir was nowhere near as fun to read about as he might have been for Leonard to write. Also, the novel ends without any indication of whether Weir is going to commit to Chili's loan shark project or not. Chili, Karen and Harry just walk off the studio lot after meeting with him. The coda in the movie might be the best thing in it.
To Leonard's credit, when Michael Weir comments that Chili's pitch is the best he's ever heard, I'm inclined to agree. In the book, Chili meets Weir not through Karen but through Weir's girlfriend, a rock musician who remembers Chili from when she worked in Miami. She introduces Chili to her boyfriend, who has to stop the conversation when Weir realizes Chili is trying to pitch Mr. Lovejoy to him. The dialogue is golden Elmore Leonard, with each character's voice so distinct that Leonard rarely needs to modify it with the names of characters.
"You think I'm talking about wiseguy money," Chili said. "No way. This one's gonna be made by a studio."
It brought the movie star partway back.
"I'm not connected to those people anymore. Not since I walked out of a loan-shark operation in Miami."
That brought the movie star all the way back with questions in his eyes, sitting up, interested in the real stuff.
"What happened? The pressure got to you?"
"Pressure? I'm the one who applied the pressure."
"That's what I mean, the effect it must've had on you. What you had to do sometimes to collect."
"Like have some asshole's legs broken?"
"That, yeah, or some form of intimidation?"
"Whatever it takes," Chili said. "You're an actor, you like to pretend. Imagine you're the shylock. A guy owes you fifteen grand and he skips, leaves town."
"Yeah?"
"What do you do?"
All right, so I'm interested in Weir a bit more than I thought I was. This scene is wrought with terrific tension because Leonard has laid out how much Chili loves movies, how much he wants to get out of the loan-shark business and how much his life would change if this movie star finds Chili's hustle compelling.
What I didn't like, and was surprised by, is how the female characters in the book are portrayed. Elmore Leonard typically writes such resilient, laser sharp women and while Karen Flores is no dummy, she and almost every woman Chili lays eyes on is appraised by her looks first, her looks second, her mettle third and her looks fourth. Other than Karen mentioning that her father was a rocket scientist, I never felt she had much to offer beyond the image Chili had of her. They had no chemistry whatsoever. I love the way Leonard usually introduces a character, keying in on some unusual facet of their personality, but I can tell when I'm not with a novel when I feel no compulsion to update my Goodreads status feed with a paragraph and I didn't here.
Get Shorty is an old neon sign with five stars, the one in the middle blinking and threatening to leave two stars at any time. I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt because I'm sure if I hadn't seen the movie already, I would've enjoyed the novel a bit more, and it's Elmore Leonard. It doesn't come together in a compelling way, stranding certain characters and letting ideas buzz away, but it's an old neon sign and still completely enchanting to watch.
Here's my list of Elmore Leonard novels ranked from favorite to least favorite:
1. Stick (1983)
2. Killshot (1989)
3. Pronto (1993)
4. Get Shorty (1990)
5. LaBrava (1983)