The westerns or crime fiction by Elmore Leonard drift like the mouth watering aromas or sounds coming from a kitchen, but their pleasures do tend to fade as quickly for me. His books are conversations that are a joy to eavesdrop on, but don't usually provoke me as great literature. I can't say I've read a "great" novel by him. Until now. Published in 1996, Out of Sight not only introduces new characters and features dialogue and violence executed flawlessly, but is a beautiful realization of the concept of the "loyal opposition," two dutifully sworn enemies who ponder whether having a drink together might lead to other possibilities.
The novel shoots out of the gate at Glades Correctional Institution in Florida, where Jack Foley is serving a thirty year sentence for prolific unarmed bank robbery. On his third fall, Foley's boxing acumen has earned him the respect of a convict named Chino, a washed up boxer who hacked a promoter to death with a machete. Chino and his pals have tunneled under the fence and invited Foley to break out with them. Foley turns Chino down, reaching out to his ex-partner Buddy Bragg (a good ole boy whose sister, a nun, once dropped a dime on him) and ex-wife Adele Delisi, an underemployed magician's assistant in Miami willing to help out her fun ex.
Arriving at GCI is Karen Sisco, a U.S. marshal serving a summons on behalf of a convict alleging that the macaroni and cheese violates his civil rights. Karen observes Chino coming out of the ground and on his heels, Foley, covered in mud and a uniform he took off a dim-witted trustee Foley clobbered over the head. Taking too long deciding whether Foley or Buddy is the threat, Foley disarms her and climbs into the trunk of Karen's blue Chevy Caprice with her while Buddy improvises a new getaway plan. Clutching her Sig Sauer .38 but unable to turn it on Foley in the trunk, she can do nothing but spoon against the bank robber, and to pass the time, talk.
She felt Foley's fingertips moving idly on her thigh, his voice, quiet and close to her, saying, "You're sure easy to talk to. I wonder--say we met under different circumstances and got to talking--I wonder what would happen."
"Nothing," Karen said.
"I mean, if you didn't know who I was."
"You'd tell me, wouldn't you?"
"See, that's what I mean you're easy to talk to. There isn't any bullshit, you speak your mind. Here you are locked up in the dark with a guy who's filthy, smells like a sewer, just busted out of prison and you don't even seem like you're scared. Are you?"
"Of course I am."
"You don't act like it."
"What do you want me to do, scream? I don't think it would help much."
Foley let his breath out and she felt it on her neck, almost like a sigh. He said, "I still think if we met under different circumstances, like in a bar ..."
Karen said, "You have to be kidding."
After that, for a few miles, neither of them spoke until Foley said, "Another one Faye Dunaway was in I liked. Three Days of the Condor."
"With Robert Redford," Karen said, "when he was young. I loved it, the lines were so good. Faye Dunaway says--it's the next morning after they've slept together, even though she barely knows him, he asks if she'll do him a favor? And she says, 'Have I ever denied you anything?'"
Foley said, "Yeah ..." and she waited for him to go on, but now the car was slowing down, coasting, then bumping along the shoulder of the road to a stop.
Karen got ready.
Foley and Buddy met at Lompoc State Penitentiary, where they became friendly with a flaky car thief named Glenn Michaels. Buddy has arranged for Glenn to pick them up and switch cars, but while Foley and Buddy argue over what to do with Karen, she talks Glenn into ditching his pals. In a tussle over the steering wheel, Glenn crashes and Karen wakes up in a hospital in Miami, where an FBI agent grills her over Foley's escape, suspicious of Karen, who was once romantically involved with a man who turned out to be a bank robber. Foley and Buddy also end up in Miami, where Foley is less interested in laying low than investigating what happened to Karen and Glenn.
Karen receives a brief visit from her boyfriend, a cowboy ATF agent named Ray Nicolette who's sort of separated from his wife. Chino and Foley have both evaded Nicolette and Karen thinks she might have more luck speaking to Foley's ex-wife than the feds did. Chino, who suspects Foley ratted him out, pays a visit to Adele at the same time and once captured by Karen, is used as the chip to get her onto the federal task force pursuing Foley. Buddy suspects that Glenn has hightailed it to Detroit, where an embezzling ex-con named Dick "The Ripper" Ripley lives and bragged to Glenn in Lompoc that he has five million in liquid assets on hand.
Foley takes $3,780 from a bank using only his persuasion. Karen takes the bits of trunk conversation with Foley to locate Buddy's sister and find out where Buddy lives in Miami, but when Foley locks eyes with the marshal in the lobby, the robbers evade the feds waiting for them. Foley and Buddy head to Detroit, in January, where Glenn has pitched his Dick Ripley ripoff to Lompoc alumnus Maurice "Snoopy" Miller, a boxing junkie who's diversified from stolen credit cards to the occasional home invasion, assisted by his girlfriend's sociopath brother Kenneth and his bodyguard "White Boy" Bob. Karen pursues Foley to Detroit, where a newspaper reveals her arrival. Foley tracks her down to the Westin, picking up at the bar where they left off in the trunk.
"You asked me if I was afraid. I said of course, but I wasn't really. It surprised me."
"I might've smelled like a sewer, but you could tell I was a gentleman. They say John Dillinger was a pretty nice guy."
"He killed a police officer."
"I hear he didn't mean to. The cop fell as Dillinger was aiming at his leg and got him through the heart."
"You believe that?"
"Why not?"
"You said you wondered what would happen if we'd met a different way."
"And you lied to me, didn't you? You said nothing would've happened."
"Maybe that's when I started thinking about it. What if we did?"
"Then how come you tried to kill me?"
"What did you expect? You could've been dumping the car for all I know, hiding it somewhere, and I'm locked in the fucking trunk. I warned you first, didn't I? I told you to put your hands up."
While the B-movie fan in me wishes that Elmore Leonard could've staged the entire story around the trunk (that title is just too good not relate to the action at hand), Out of Sight is one of the most thrilling novels I've read. It's a damn near perfect synthesis of two forms Leonard had been playing in: a dialogue driven story where the reader is slipped into the middle of a lighthearted conversation, and a caper where sudden violence can erupt at any moment. Other authors can do one or the other, but as so many of the film adaptations of Leonard's work have proven, both at the same time takes finesse.
"You know your divisions. You like the fights? Like the rough stuff? Yeah, I bet you do. Like to get down and tussle a little bit? Like me and Tuffy, before she got run over, we use to get down on the floor and tussle. I say to her, 'You're a good dog, Tuffy, here's a treat for you.' And I give Tuffy what every dog love best. You know what that is? A bone. I can give you a bone, too, girl. You want to see it? You close enough, you can put your hand out and touch it."
Karen shook her head. "You're not my type."
"Don't matter," Kenneth said, moving his hand across his leg to his fly. "I let the monster out, you gonna do what it wants."
"Just a minute," Karen said. Her hand went into her bag, next to her on the chair.
Kenneth said, "Bring your own rubbers with you?"
Her hand came out of the bag holding what looked like the grip on a golf club and Kenneth grinned at her.
"What else you have in there, Mace? Have a whistle, different kinds of female protection shit? Telling me you ain't a skeezer, or you don't feel like it right now?"
Karen pushed out of the chair to stand with him face-to-face. She said, "I have to go, Kenneth," and gave him a friendly poke with the black vinyl baton that was like a golf club grip. "Maybe we'll see each other again, okay?" She stepped aside and brushed past him, knowing he was going to try to stop her.
And when he did, grabbing her left wrist, saying, "We gonna tussle first."
Karen flicked the baton and sixteen inches of chrome steel shot out of the grip. She pulled an arm's length away from him and chopped the rigid shaft at his head. Kenneth hunching , ducking away, yelling, "God damn," letting go of her and Karen got the room she needed, a couple of steps away from him, and when he came at her she whipped the shaft across the side of his head and he howled and stopped dead, pressing a hand over his ear.
"What's wrong with you?"
Scowling at her, looking at his hand and pressing it to his ear again, Karen not sure if he meant because she hit him or because she turned him down.
"You wanted to tussle," Karen said, "we tussled." And walked out.
Characters enter and exit Out of Sight and all contribute something memorable. My favorites were Adele, who no longer depends on Foley or expects him to change but likes him so much she helps her ex out without second thought, and Maurice, a hoodlum whose overconfidence is revealed in the way he insists on coaching boxers ringside at the Friday night fights. What's most remarkable is how Leonard subverts behavior we've come to expect from our archetypes, playfully suggesting that if two factions called a timeout and went for a drink, they might start to question their roles and find another way to resolve their differences. It's a fantastic read.