A direct descendant of W. R. Burnett's Little Caesar (1929), Ed McBain's Big Man tells the story of Frankie Taglio, a young man in New York who falls in with the wrong crowd (or right crowd, depending on your point of view) and soon finds himself a career mobster. Frankie's rise through the mob hierarchy is somewhat difficult to explain: There are strangely few gangsters between him and the top, and Frankie doesn't seem to have much going for him other than a bit of intelligence and the willingness to use a gun. (Then again, maybe that's all any gangster really needs.) Big Man has a fair amount of action, but its drama is driven less by the crimes that Frankie commits than by the changes in his character as he ascends the mob ladder.
A 1959 pulp novel (originally published under the pseudonym Richard Marsten) about organized crime in NYC that holds up remarkably well. The protagonist and narrator, Frankie Taglio, is a small-time criminal (if that) when the novel opens. One summer night, his friend Jobbo talks him into ripping off unsecured goods from people's cars. After stealing a .45 they have an encounter with the police, and Frankie makes a desperate decision to shoot the two cops, which inadvertently establishes his underworld reputation. From there, Frankie rises through the ranks of organized crime and becomes increasingly cold-blooded...Great novel; lean, muscular, and well-plotted!
Evan Hunter, most commonly known under his pseudonym Ed McBain, originally wrote this novel under another pen name: Richard Marsten. Don't expect a police procedural a la The 87th precinct novels. This novel is about a small time hood who enters a criminal gang and works his way to the top only to find it isn't all that it is cut out to be. A good yarn, somewhat reminiscent, albeit updated to the late '50's of the gangster crime films of the '30's.
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A solid little McBain crime thriller. Short, sweet and full of the hard boiled prose you'd expect out of a book from this era. If you like McBain you'll like this.
Very disappointing. I've read non-87th Precinct McBain novels before, but even judging this on its own merits it was poor. Apparently some imprints are worth a few quid though...