“The men in the tan-and-cream Chrysler came with guns blazing. When Ray Kelly woke up in the hospital, it was a month later, he was missing an eye, and his father was dead. Then things started to get bad.”
361 is the third of more than a hundred published by Donald Westlake, published in 1962, the same year Westlake published his also hard-boiled first novel in his Parker series, The Hunter, under the pseudonym Richard Stark. It was more recently republished by Hard Case Crime.
Ray and his brother Bill decide they want to get revenge on the mob for the killing, and in the process, page by page, scene by tightly constructed scene, Ray loses almost everything and everyone he has ever known. His philosophy is that every man needs either a purpose or a home, and his purpose in this book is vengeance. But if I were advising him, I would say don’t let your anger get you in the middle of a mob war, especially if you don’t know much about guns.
I didn’t know what the title meant so I just googled it, and the 361st entry of Roget's Thesaurus is about “Destruction of life; violent death; killing.” Huh, now why get cute with the title? But Westlake often gets cute with titles. Though there is otherwise not much cute or amusing in this book, such as in Westlake’s Dortmunder series, all comic capers.
I thought this was just a 3 star book much of the way, as he was trying to figure out the hard-boiled noir sub-genre, as he refines in the Parker books, but though few of the characters are truly likable, they are engaging, particularly through the dialogue. And touches like this: Ray at one point buys some novels, that he calls "adventure mysteries," to help pass the time. But he hates them, actually physically rips them apart, because he sees that the characters go through life-changing events and don’t change. Not realistic! Ray is going through a life-changing experience, and does change. (One way he changes is that he learns a few things about guns!)
And there’s lots of violence along the way, in keeping with the noir tradition. And another weird thing, for noir: There are NO women in this book. They are mentioned, Bill has a wife, they had a mother, but we meet NO women! In a noir book!
So because of the tight and engaging opening, and then the fine and surprising close, and because it is so tightly constructed, and because I took a second, closer look at it to appreciate the dialogue, I bumped this from 3 to 4 stars.