Hard to believe some 50 years later, I’m discovering Ralph Dennis, writer extraordinaire except largely unknown. Just finished bk 1 of 13, of his Hardman series, Atlanta Deathwatch. White Ex-cop Jim Hardman and his black sidekick, Hump Evans, exNFL football star who provides the muscle and entry into the black side of Atlanta. Think Spenser & Hawk, only much rawer, more gritty vintage noir. “I thought about calling Hump and having him drop into the cafe and see what he could find out from the inside. Hump’s black, and that’s a great disguise in the part of town I was operating in this Friday night.”
Did I say rawer? “the one with the .32, shifted the gun to his left hand and drove his right into my kidney. I wanted to scream, but the hump of muscle choked it off. There was nothing else to do, so I farted.”
Ex-cop PI: “Looking at a crime was sometimes like walking around a piece of sculpture at a gallery. From every angle, it was a different piece of sculpture. So it was with a crime. You had to be standing in the right way, with your head in the right place, and then you understood the crime.”
Black/White: “Hump didn’t like the redneck shit, but he’d spent a lot of time around other parts of the country where the black-hate pushed at him in subtle ways. I believed, without ever talking to him about it, that he preferred it in the open, where he could deal with it in the physically violent way that got respect if not understanding.”
Perchance to Dream: “And waking on Hump’s sofa, I wondered how dreams used to be before we had movies to structure our dreams out of single shots, and out of camera movement. Maybe that triggered the dream. The betrayal that’s behind a lot of dreams.”
Women Trouble: The 1st. “Maryann off to Little Rock and Agnes Scott, while I caught the bus to Fort Jackson. Drafted. Maybe we reached our destinations about the same time. Tea parties or the rifle range. Dorm life or hand-to-hand combat. And then, when basic training was over, I was off to Japan to a Military Police company. And a couple of months later, I killed my first man.” And now. “ been thinking about Marcy all evening, ever since Art had tossed her back at me. It hadn’t been easy, but I thought I’d weeded her out for good.” The Substitute. “ Now and then, when the pressure gets to me and I’m past feeling like a hawk or a scavenger, I walk off with one of the girls and we grunt and roll around like a ballet for large, awkward fish, and then I put on my pants and go home, weakened and a little bit sad.”
So scene and characters are set… story rolls, damn good action and dialog. Good noir writing at it’s finest. Looking forward to the series, 2-13… Highest recommendation.