So this makes three sensationalistic novels I've read this year about black New Yorkers that were written by white authors. And all three were good: this, Nigger Heaven by Carl Van Vechten, and The Cool World by Warren Miller. Miller's book shares a close affinity to Yurick's, both being about black street gangs in NYC in the 50s or 60s, and it's not surprising that Miller gives a glowing testimonial to this book, printed on the back cover.
My interest in this 1965 novel stems from my adoration of director Walter Hill's 1979 movie version of The Warriors, which has long been a cult classic. In recent years Hill issued a new "director's cut" of the movie that rather lumpenly added comic-book-style freeze-frame segues that stop the action cold, and which have been justifiably criticized by fans and critics who found nothing wrong with the film in the first place.
I'm not sure what prompted this tampering, but maybe it can be traced partly to a comic-book element that runs through the novel. The Warriors, the novel and the movie, are based on the ancient Greek story, The Anabasis by Xenophon, in which a Greek army trapped deep behind enemy lines must fight its way back to home soil. Throughout the novel, a gang member named Junior reads a comic-book version of the Anabasis, a not-too-subtle "Greek chorus" of sorts parallelling the novel's modern story.
In the novel, The Warriors, a gang called the Coney Island Dominators, also known as The Family because their unit is structured like a family and substitutes for their own dysfunctional ones, find themselves similarly deeply stranded deep in the Bronx before struggling to make their way across the city over the course of an entire night. Like thousands of other gang members from across the city, the Dominators have trekked to this far-off turf to partake in an ill-fated peace conference of sorts called by the leader of one of the leading gangs, the Delancey Thrones. After much struggle by the various gangs to get to this summit location without tipping off the city's authorities--no mean feat--the conference falls apart nearly from the get-go; violence erupts and the police storm this all-too-brief gangland utopia. The Dominators barely get away by the skin of their teeth, all except their leader, Papa Arnold, who is caught in the melee and presumed by his charges to either have been severely beaten, killed or arrested. The rest of the gang, now under the firm but less-than-competent leadership of Hector, face nearly every obstacle that gotham can put in their way on their trying journey home, not the least being the dodgy train system. At one point, the gang is forced to split up and attempt to re-form in Times Square, but the ragtag bands face a diverse set of challenges and some don't make it back.
I haven't seen the movie in a long time, but I can make some comparisons between the book and film, which, as is usually the case, are quite different animals. The journey to the gang summit and a backstory about Ismael and his Thrones gang prior to the summit's convening take a good amount of time in the novel and are absent from the film, which starts essentially at the meeting. In the book, the meeting is done on the quiet and in the dark, so as not to tip off authorities, with Ismael's speech of solidarity whispered from ear to ear in the crowd. In the movie, Ismael--like most of the book's characters--goes by an entirely different name and gives his big speech loudly over a mic in a well-lighted clearing. Yurick's approach seems more credible. In the novel, Yurick spends much time on mundane aspects of the city and gang culture during the journey back, and there are very few actual encounters with rival gangs. The film, by contrast, is mainly a series of showdowns with rival gangs, which befits a more action-oriented cinematic treatment. Although I admire Yurick's delineations, I have to admit, perhaps guiltily, that I enjoy Hill's series of action set-pieces more, and think they probably are truer to the spirit of the Anabasis (which I have not read, to date).
Yurick's book is a lot more transgressive than Hill's popular movie. There are two brutal rapes, a grisly and senseless killing of a pedestrian, and the language starting at about halfway in begins to be as raw as that in a Hubert Selby novel. At its best, this novel is prime-time Grove Press material. At its worst, it seems a quaint time capsule. Character names like "Lunkhead" confine it to its time; and at times it feels like a preppie JD Salinger book. To Yurick's credit, he does not include a street gang of mimes, as Hill does in his film version.
I have to admit that, at first, I found the novel slightly confusing and did not assume that the Dominators were a black gang; that fact is not very well stated initially. As a result I began to think in terms of the rather unrealistic multi-racial gang in the film version--a politically correct demographic configuration that Yurick rightly states would not have existed in NYC street gangs--at least not back then. I had to revise my mind's-eye image of what the members of the street gang looked like, and on top of that had little to work with, since Yurick never really provides the reader detailed physical descriptions and facial characteristics of the individual gang members.
The gang's journey toward home soil, from just before midnight to 6 am the next morning, takes on surreal aspects akin to Arthur Schnitzler's Dream Story, as the spectral denizens of New York City's night world loom all around.
It was this atmosphere that I liked most about this novel of The Warriors, as well as the reportage aspects of broken family life, which must have seemed shocking to middle-American readers at the time. There are still effectively transgressive shocks in the book.
Although I was rooting for it, the book never quite attained the stature necessary to make my Evan's Alternative 100 shelf, alongside Warren Miller's The Cool World. But any decent novel about contemporary urban street gangs is always going to be more relevant and interesting to me than the tea-time tedium of a 19th-century story of British matchmakers.