Wild To Possess (2 out of 5), A Taste Of Sin (4 out of 5).
After enjoying Brewer’s The Vengeful Virgin, I sought out more of his works.
Mmm? Not easy to mark a book with such varying quality. One of these was presumably written in one of Brewers 3-5 day work sprints. I’ll plump for a figure in the middle.
Wild To Possess, in which a drunken man overhears a kidnap/murder plot really is a case of telling not showing. The opening chapters are simply this happened and that happened, and then when dialogue finally does materialise it’s not the snappy, witty dialogue you expect from this genre. The fact that the characterisation is so poor doesn’t help. Still, the occasional memorable paragraph does emerge from the haze:-
Mosquitoes found Lew. One by one they sought him from the darkness. He swiped at them with his hands, felt them brush through his fingers, searching wildly for his blood. The gin bottle rested at his feet in the grass. He picked it up, looked at it, sloshed it.
A Taste Of Sin on the other hand, in which Jim Phalen falls uncontrollably for a deadly femme fatale who plans murder and robbery, is altogether snappier, livelier and far more engrossing. You have to just run with the occasional implausibility. Phalen’s disappearing at a crucial time in events for a Swiss travelogue had me furrowing my brow! I think I could have come up with a far simpler method of money transfer.
Again, we have some eye-catching sentences. Here witnessing the results of the good lady’s work on someone’s face, using a hammer:-
He was as dead as a man can get. He looked as if he’d tried to eat a live grenade.
And later:-
. . .all that remained was a bowl of dark pudding.
The book is worth it for the second novel, and also two insightful essays, one by his wife Verlaine, and another by writer Bill Pronzini.