I believe this was Whittington's first paperback for Gold Medal. If you're a fan then you already know he wrote quite a few tales for this particular publisher that would qualify as stone cold classics. It's been my opinion for some time that Harry Whittington and Gil Brewer epitomized a certain type of noir writing. You can use words like 'doom' or 'desperation' to describe the style of both, but there's something else about their styles that eludes me. Of course David Goodis and Jim Thompson wrote tales involving desperate, criminal men or couples that were undeniably effective as well. But despite the fact Goodis and Thompson also published GM originals, it's Whittington and Brewer (and a few others, but mainly them) who come to mind when I think of Gold Medal. Perhaps it's just Whittington and Brewer's quantity of output and I have no fuckin' clue what I'm talking about. I often don't. Of course, with any of the writers I just mentioned, the doom and desperation show up in different books to varying degrees. It's probably a difficult affect to put across on a consistent basis. In THE WOMAN IS MINE, I don't believe Whittington had developed what he eventually would, at least affect wise. I'm talking about that terrible, ugly tension that stretches back to Woolrich, or maybe even Poe.
Korean war vet Jeffrey Patterson is on vacation in Florida. He has rented a cabin on the beach, where he falls for an escaped mental patient also staying in a cabin, who's name is Joyce
Glissade....or is it? Before her husband and Dr. Cosof, whose care Joyce is under, come to take her away, she swears to Jeffrey she is not Joyce Glissade, but Instead, a woman named Paula.
As with most of Whittington's novels, he gives each character of importance special care, portraying Dr. Cosof as a real calculating type, and police lieutenant Chris Hughes as an impartial cop who only goes where the evidence points him. Jeffrey Patterson, much to his relatives dismay, extends his vacation and launches a plan to get the straight dope on the supposed lunatic he has set his sights on. The fact that he is not exclusively lust driven is a bit of a departure from noir tradition, but hey, can't a guy just fall head over heels for a mental patient? Jeffrey attempts to see Joyce at the sanitarium but is denied. This is when he starts to smell a rat as the Yankees say. To add to his suspicion, he sees the nurse from the hospital out at a bar with Joyce's husband, who had just put on a great show when they came to take Joyce away. Jeffrey tries questioning the nurse about Joyce in private, but this only leads to the nurse being killed, and Jeffrey being framed for it.
Eventually, a nefarious plot is uncovered, and we find out the truth of the girl from the sanitarium. I made a few guesses about the plot, all of which were wrong, and when the inevitable end-twist came it was more subtle than I expected, but I was glad for that because there was really no need for some shocker of a revelation. Whittington played it just fine. I would have rated it higher except I've read several Whittington novels that were way more memorable. Having said that, if this had been my first Whittington novel, I still would have considered it above average. Don't skip it if you can get a copy. Unfortunately it's still out of print.