13 French Street (1951)
This is Gil Brewer’s third novel, a Gold Medal Original, and it is a lot of fun to read. It seems to me to be noir in its purest incarnation. I was a bit worried that he was going to tack on the sort of unconvincing happy ending that he does in some of his novels, but he stops short of that here. Alex Bland, the narrator is, like Gil Brewer, a World War 2 veteran. Most of his hero/narrators are, and in this case, a second key character, Verne, is his war buddy. Verne and Alex have been corresponding so Andrew goes to visit Verne because of his letters, which turn out to possibly (I’m a little unclear here) have been written by Verne’s hot young wife Petra. So Alex leaves his wholesome young blonde fiancée Madge to visit Verne and is shocked to find his friend Verne is now a hollow shell of a man. “He looked as if someone had machine gunned his soul.” I personally think Brewer, at his best, had it all over Jim Thompson and this novel to me personifies the best of noir writing. You have men who have been destroyed, in one way or another, by war who are trying to eke out an existence in an amoral world. You have a vampish woman as well as two other women who seem to represent the “prize” good men can win if they live right. Andrew himself is a straightforward fellow with a conscience at the beginning of the novel, but living at close quarters with Petra strips all that away. Verne spends a lot of time a way, nominally to pursue business interests, but possibly he struggles with his own sexual orientation. Andrew and Petra don’t have the house to themselves, though, because Verne’s very old and deaf mother lives there, as well as a couple of servants. The real story here, of course, is about Andrew’s moral disintegration. The text itself places the blame for this solidly on Petra: ”I should have struck her then. I should have struck her and run. Because the fuse was lit now- the long, hot fuse that would blow me straight to hell.” But if you pay attention to the story there are indicators that Andrew’s relationship with Petra is at least destructive as his relationship with Petra. Brewer himself struggled with booze, so it’s accurate enough that if his problem was booze he’d blame a woman, but this is a story, not a psychological treatise, and in the end I was drawn as inexplicably into the tale as Andrew was toward self destruction. I’ve read nearly ten Brewer novels, and this one, that, in the end, suggests one of two possible fates for Alex.
One more point strikes me. I think it’s significant that the book’s title is a street address, because the house itself (and its immediate surroundings) is the center of most of the book’s action. Is domesticity itself the real threat here? Black haired Petra isn’t the only woman in the story. There is Madge, Andrew’s blonde fiancée, Jenny, the attractive red haired domestic servant, and Verne’s deaf mother, with her gray hair and gray clothing. Jenny and Madge seem to represent the most appealing version of “settling down,” but all of them seem to represent a different way of “settling down.” Whether you give in to the temptations of a torchy tramp, settle with a nice girl, or hunker down to take care of your incompetent and soon to be incontinent Mom, living under one roof is part of the package. I was reminded of Bruno Fischer’s best selling Paper Back Original novel House of Flesh (1950). Was Brewer influenced by that book? Hard to tell, but Lela, the dark haired, married lustbucket in that book similarly draws a smitten narrator into a web that bears an uncomfortable resemblance to America’s burgeoning suburbs.
Well, I strove to get through this without any spoilers, and I hope I succeeded. But whether I did or not, I hope you’re intrigued enough. I love Brewer and this may be my favorite so far.