"In the movies," Sid said, "guys always talk about 'one last job.' You know what happens then?"
As Rick got to his feet, he said, "What happens then?"
"They get their nuts shot off."
Steve Brewer is the author of thirty-some crime novels, all of them terrific, and the only reason I can come up with for his lack of regard in the worlds of crime fiction and book publishing is is no-frills approach to his work. His plots may be hardboiled, but his prose isn't; they're just a smooth, seamless delivery device for seamless storytelling. Rarely are his sentences quotable, and yet they subtly deliver all the information you need about not just plot but place and character. In these days when it seems as if an author can't get a major publishing deal without unreliable narrators, time-narrative jiujitsu, coy withholdings, inaccessible first-person narration, second-person voices in present tense or other contortions for complication's sake masquerading as freshness, such a wondrous thing is the deceptively simple story, told simply.
So it is with UPSHOT, his latest, a heist tale with echoes of the 1956 movie "The Killing." Set in Brewer's adopted hometown of Albuquerque — he runs a bookstore there — it probes each member of a crew of professional thieves, as well as their victims, until it finds the hairline fractures in the character of each, and then explores the potential of each fracture to split apart and undo everyone involved. Each character is painted with short, swift brush strokes, showing how they're different within their sameness, each as Brewer never lets up on the plotting and pacing petals Particularly intriguing — to me, anyway — are middle-aged Rick Evert, the one member of the heist crew without a straight-job cover; Angela Gonzales, the heist's "inside woman" as the computer whiz at a cannabis -courier company; and Dennis Jenkins, the revenge-bent owner of the courier company, who is willing to go to extreme lengths to find out who took him down. Brewer does an admirable job of making Jenkins both the biggest victim and the most despicable character in the story. Who lives? Who dies? Who gets the last drop on who? Finding out makes UPSHOT a good-to-the-last drop cup of crime-fiction coffee.
Like many of other Brewer's novels, the anti-style style at work makes UPSHOT less than lingeringly memorable but more than bland and faceless — this is not James Patterson-type hackwork, in which character and plot tropes blended with overheated prose provide surface thrills that slip away a second after the the last page is finished. It's more than a lack of immediate distinction, which to my mind places him in a pantheon with the prolific pulp masters of the past: Harry Whittington, Gil Brewer, Dan J. Marlowe, Peter Rabe, with a comparatively small percentage of their tough-guy talk and female hysterics. Maybe Joe Gores or Bill Pronzini, stone pros with flat, declarative, take-it-or-leave-it straightforwardness to their work, are better analogues.
Put it this way: I've read almost all of Steve Brewer's novels. Can I match the plot of each with a title? Mostly, no. Did I enjoy each of them and would I want to read them again? Yes, I did, and yes, I would. So, perhaps the question here is, which question matters more? To me the answer is obvious. Is it to you?