Great! Simply great!
This book was great, simply great! Dennis Lehane is the new Harry Crews, writing Americana low life trailer trash books just the way they should be written, unpredictable and with no respect for political, legal, or moral authority. His characters are erratic and unreliable, suffering from just about every personality disorder you can name; depression, mania, stress, grief, alcohol, drugs.
These stories are unpredictable, uncontrollable and, in a way, challenging. I absolutely loved the first story ‘Running out of Dog,’ where Blue is employed by the mayor to sit up in a tree and shoot all the stray dogs in town, dogs that move through town “in a pack like wolves, their bodies stripped to muscle and gristle, tense and angry, and growling in the dark.” But what’s going to happen when Blue, who’s “the kind of guy you never knew if he was quiet because he didn’t have anything to say or, because what he had to say was so horrible, he knew enough not to send it out into the atmosphere,” runs out of dogs to shoot? What then?
Lehane’s writing truly is top drawer. His women sink into men’s flesh the way heat does. “It wasn’t just that [Jewel Lutt] was pretty, had a beautiful body, moved in a loose, languid way that made you picture her naked no matter what she was wearing. No, there was more to it. Jewel, never the brightest girl in town and not even the most charming, had something in her eyes that none of the women Elgin ever met had.”
Then again, there’s Blue’s mother; “Sometimes they’d pass his trailer together and hear the animal sounds coming from inside, the grunts and moans, the slapping of flesh. Half the time you couldn’t tell if Blue’s old lady was in there f***ing or fighting.”
The stories run on, each one better than the last until we reach ‘Until Gwen,’ in which LeHane surpasses himself. Bobby’s father is a “mean old man” who’ll steal from you or kill you, it’s all the same to him. He is cold, calculating, superficially charming and remorseless. A terrific story.
And then, with ⅔ of the book read we suddenly find ourselves reading the very same story again, except in script format, as if for a play, and you find yourself thinking, “What! I don’t want to read a play!” But LeHane has captured you and you keep on reading, unbelievably enjoying this format with added storylines and sub-plots to it.
When reading these tales you feel something in your head “go all shifty and loose and hot as a cigarette coal.” Not to be missed