My most recent post at the Los Angeles Review of Books is called, "Hell, Hurt, Blood and Rapture."
Check it out for reviews of Jake Hinkson's Hell on Church Street
(New Pulp Press), Reed Farrel Coleman's latest Moe Prager book, Hurt Machine
(Tyrus Books), John Rector's Already Gone
(Thomas & Mercer), Alan Glynn's Bloodland
(Picador), and a Harry Whittington anthology from Stark House Press that includes Rapture Alley, Winter Girl,
and Strictly For the Boys
.Read the full article here.
Excerpts below:Hell on Church Street
is one of the rare novels that actually deserves the over-used comparison to Jim Thompson, not just because Webb follows in the footsteps of such crazed protagonists as Lou Ford (The Killer Inside Me
) and Nick Corey (Pop. 1280
), but because Hinkson takes a risk and deviates from Thompson’s iconic moulds.
Rector writes hardboiled noir with a rare poetic élan, tight, almost violently compressed action, and reticent melancholy... He’s already proven himself among the freshest and most stylistically austere voices working in the thriller field. In fact, labeling his books “thrillers” feels too limiting. There’s a tonal ambience and doleful vibe that permeates his work, which comes as a surprise, considering how action-packed and tense his narratives tend to be. Acutely visual, Already Gone
pulses with cinematic urgency and visceral punch.
Reed Farrel Coleman’s Moe Prager saga, about a Brooklyn ex-cop turned reluctant wine merchant and occasional PI, is that rare series that improves with each new entry. Coleman is now up to the seventh book, Hurt Machine
, and it’s not only the best one yet but also the darkest... Coleman’s novels, like Ed Gorman’s, impress not with distractingly complex plots (though they’re both certainly capable of spinning real page-turners) but with their profound clarity and expert simplicity. Coleman’s characters don’t need grand schemes or million dollar payoffs as motivations: as Moe too frequently discovers, there’s enough potential for lifetimes of pain in our everyday lives.
Alan Glynn’s Bloodland
, a loosely related follow-up to 2009’s Winterland, is a stunningly intricate and timely piece of globalization noir... In its depiction of immoral business practices and the increasingly blurred lines between criminals and politicians, Bloodland
is like an amped-up 21st-century version of Dashiell Hammett’s The Glass Key
. From the exploitation of human labor through umpteen middlemen to who-knows-where, Bloodland
captures the fragmentary and alienating mechanism of international affairs with prismatic clarity.
The real prize of the anthology, however, is Strictly For the Boys
, originally published in 1959, and the only one of the three to bear Whittington’s own name. The story is about a battered wife attempting to flee an abusive husband who refuses to let her, her mother, and her new boyfriend alone. Downright disturbing in its realism and sobering depiction of domestic violence, Strictly For the Boys
displays a social consciousness that was prescient for its time, and which continues to be relevant today... Editor and scholar David Laurence Wilson deserves special commendation for his tireless efforts to restore Whittington’s reputation (and, in the case of Winter Girl
, to restore the text itself). Wilson and Stark House publisher Greg Shepard give their books scholarly attention on par with the Library of America. Meticulously researched and lovingly edited, Stark House presents these forgotten paperback novels not as pulp curios, but as real literature, and set the bar high for other reprint series.