Ok, I again made the mistake of reading the graphic novel adaptation of a book before the actual book. But this is by reputation the masterpiece of the series, so as it turns out it was a good place for John Snyder to kind of capture the essence of this hard-boiled detective's story. And I liked it a lot.
Matt is a Manhattan P.I., and an alcoholic. His life isn't going so well. His stray bullet a few years ago killed a seven year old girl. He then left the police force, left his wife and kid, and married himself to a bottle. He goes to AA meetings, but he never speaks there.
"I don't think I could do it. Hell, I can't even say I'm an alcoholic."
Not even a licensed detective, he's approached by Kim, a prostitute, who wants help getting out of the life. He meets with the pimp, a guy named Chance, who lets her go. Easy. Then Kim dies at the end of a machete. So much for being paid to protect her. And another death he might see himself responsible for. Along the way he meets Danny Boy, an albino informant; Donna, a poet prostitute, and an array of other interesting and compelling characters. And gets hired by Chance to find Kim's killer. He doesn't carry a gun, because of the stray bullet incident, but then someone gives one to him. Will he use it?
I like Snyder's grimy, dark illustration, perfect for the seamy side of life, and even Block loves it as an adaptation of his story. Great dialogue, classic story.
Hmm, maybe I didn't make a mistake, after all. Maybe I'll push back from the bar and leave that bourbon right where it sits, waiting to tempt me. Maybe I'll walk right out of here and get to a library to pick up the first book in Lawrence Block's Matthew Scudder series. Or maybe I'll pick up the fifth book in that series, Eight Million Ways to Die. Maybe I will.