This gritty, hardboiled noir story is set in 1948 Los Angeles, and opens in a bar that smells like rotten meat. It's an opening that would make Raymond Chandler proud. The surprising thing is that it was written in 1990, and the guy at the bar (the anti-hero of this story, and subsequent series) is African American.
Reading a hardboiled noir story from a black person's point of view is unique, interesting, eye opening, and brings a social depth to the genre that it lacked before. Easy Rawlins is vulnerable because of his race, and has far more worries about getting through his day than Philip Marlowe or Sam Spade ever had.
His day gets even more complicated when a friend introduces him to Mr. Albright, who offers him money to look for a beautiful white girl. The offer is too good to pass up (and Easy can't miss a mortgage payment) so thus begins a dark and perilous adventure.
If you love hardboiled noir, this will likely hit the mark. I've enjoyed noir in the past. And there's a lot to appreciate in this book, from the clever dialogue, to the immersive setting (both time and place). I also liked Easy and his psycho pal Mouse as characters. But... I struggled with it, and for a few reasons.
The first is the plot itself. After about the halfway point, it becomes messy and convoluted. Hours after reading the book, I'm already foggy on who killed who and why. Bodies stacked up, bodies of people I didn't know or have any attachment to. The tension that had built up in the first half sort of dissipated in the chaos and confusion of the second.
I realize that this happens in a lot of noir novels. Raymond Chandler does this, but at least he can make me swoon with out-of-this-world language and similes. Mosley's writing is good but I have to say there weren't many memorable lines that I can recall.
The next thing I struggled with is likely brought on by my own expectations, so not really the fault of the author. See, when I learned it was written in 1990, and that the author was breathing new life into an old tropey genre, I had hopes. And Mosley delivered, by introducing a black protagonist. I also hoped he'd do something with the typical treatment of women in hardboiled fiction. I was disappointed on that score. The two female characters were sexualized and became lovers with Easy. The "femme fatale" character slept with pretty much each and every male character in the book. In a sea of characters that weren't particularly fleshed out, one could make an argument that this is just the way Mosley rolls. My question is then, why were the male characters not also defined in the same way?
I had hopes for more of a facelift on the genre, but at the end of the day, that's my problem... it's not particularly fair to impose what you want versus what IS. And what is, in this case, is a pretty standard hardboiled detective story, with a not-so-standard detective. Which makes it worth checking out - and I'm glad I did.