
Instead of fighting back, Simon simply packs his shit and leaves the town. And goes back to live with his parents! For five fucking years!! And then he returns to this small town. And the second act follows.
Okay, so he's no hard-boiled bad-ass tough guy. But by now, he has become the owner of the local daily newspaper. One would expect him to become a relentless crusader and conduct serious, Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative journalism to expose the bad guys and win back his girl. Well, one would be wrong. At least I was. He falls for another girl instead, and the whole thing becomes more like a melodrama than a hard-boiled novel.
Which was a little disappointing, but I didn't mind that much. It's still cool. The cover blurb quote from the New York Times promises "a nice balance of physical and cerebral action", and I tend to agree with it, but would add that neither of those is delivered sufficiently. A twist or two wouldn't hurt as far as the cerebral aspect goes, and a bit raunchier sex than simple "domestic bliss" (see 'cool lines') would make the physical action part more interesting.
4/5
Facts:
Hero:
Simon Field, initially the editor, and then promoted to reporter and finally the owner of the Indale Star daily newspaper.
Hero:
Simon Field, initially the editor, and then promoted to reporter and finally the owner of the Indale Star daily newspaper.
Location:
Fictitious (I think, and Google maps confirms it) small town called Indale
Fictitious (I think, and Google maps confirms it) small town called Indale
Body
count:
4, not counting the old dog King and also not counting George Antler (cancer)
Dames:
Beth Antler: "I've never yet had trouble handling a man, whatever his age" [Fatale]
4, not counting the old dog King and also not counting George Antler (cancer)
Dames:
Beth Antler: "I've never yet had trouble handling a man, whatever his age" [Fatale]
As a two-dimensional greedy and possessive bitch as she is supposed to be, it's unusual that parts of the novel in which she appears actually breathe with life and vitality. Fischer must have really liked writing about this girl.
Blackouts:
None, but it's pretty close. Simon gets beaten by a couple of thugs who leave him afterwards "crumpled to a miasma of sickness", but the following paragraph simply concludes the action with "Time passed. Gradually I realized that I was alone in the street."
Title:
"You enjoy killing, " her father had once told her.
Edition:
Gold Medal original, Third printing, March 1958
Cover:
Super cool and seductive. It depicts Beth (minus her eternal cigarette) in a scene where she uses her feminine charms to get something from our poor Simon. A scene that will recur several times in different variations.
I found her waiting for me in the narrow upstairs hall, and she was wearing nothing but a Turkish towel and her eternal cigarette. A big Turkish towel wrapped completely about her from under her armpits to halfway down her thighs and held together by one hand at her bosom. It covered her as adequately as a short robe.
Beautiful illustration. I love that vortex in the background. It's definitely in the top ten of my modest paperback collection. I was surprised that Google search didn't find it; it came up with the original Gold Medal edition (#148), which is also fantastic.
"You enjoy killing, " her father had once told her.
Edition:
Gold Medal original, Third printing, March 1958

Super cool and seductive. It depicts Beth (minus her eternal cigarette) in a scene where she uses her feminine charms to get something from our poor Simon. A scene that will recur several times in different variations.
I found her waiting for me in the narrow upstairs hall, and she was wearing nothing but a Turkish towel and her eternal cigarette. A big Turkish towel wrapped completely about her from under her armpits to halfway down her thighs and held together by one hand at her bosom. It covered her as adequately as a short robe.
Beautiful illustration. I love that vortex in the background. It's definitely in the top ten of my modest paperback collection. I was surprised that Google search didn't find it; it came up with the original Gold Medal edition (#148), which is also fantastic.
Cool lines:
She moved her mouth up to mine.
After a minute I said lightly, "One thing is sure: I haven't a frigid wife."
"Again so soon, dear?"
"Again and again and forever. There, that's it, Mrs. Field, you're doing fine."
"I feel so brazen, Mr. Field."
"This isn't brazen. This is domestic bliss. Sweetheart!"
"Oh, Simon, my husband!"
After a minute I said lightly, "One thing is sure: I haven't a frigid wife."
"Again so soon, dear?"
"Again and again and forever. There, that's it, Mrs. Field, you're doing fine."
"I feel so brazen, Mr. Field."
"This isn't brazen. This is domestic bliss. Sweetheart!"
"Oh, Simon, my husband!"
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