All Shot Up (Chester Himes, 1959)

Grave Digger came back in a hurry. His face was set.
"Hell's broke loose on the street," he said, poking his arm into the coat Coffin Ed held for him.
"We'd better hop it then," Coffin Ed said.

Just another night in Harlem and another routine assignment for the pair of our favourite badass detectives. Two assignments, to be precise, in two unrelated cases: a hit-and-run accident that leaves the victim flattened into a concrete wall (!!) and the heist of a local black politician.

Chaotic stuff, fucking bloody mayhem racing relentlessly with a blinding pace. Hard to follow at times (especially at the start), but nevertheless delightful to read. The story just sticks together, and at times it seems that the glue that keeps everything from falling apart is violence. It's a continuous thread throughout the novel, but it's far from some glorified and over-the-top cheap shit. Very realistic and believable. The interrogation scene at Paris Bar is simply mind-blowing, and it (almost) makes that famous bar scene from The French Connection look like it's coming from a Disney movie. Crazy stuff, most writers these days would think twice before putting down such politically incorrect police violence, and probably no publisher would touch it.

Enough said. It's beyond incredible. This is simply a masterpiece. Reminded me again that I need to get that Himes biography written by James Sallis. So many incredible books to read, so little time...

5/5

Facts:

Hero:
Coffin Ed and Grave Digger. 

The story was in Harlem that these two black detectives would kill a dead man in his coffin if he so much as moved.

Mammy Louise swooped down on the dog and dragged it off before he did it injury.
"Not dem, Lawd Jim, mah God, dawg," she cried. "You can't stop dem from goin' nowhere. Them is de mens."

Location:
Harlem, New York

Body count: 
8, and I'm grateful to Mr Himes for summarising them at the end because it was nearly impossible to keep count in this madness. Victims changing names and identities (even gender on one occasion!), people surviving stabbings, and even having a knife stuck in their skull (Brain specialists all over the country had been alerted to the case).

Dames:
It's definitely a masculine novel, but there are two interesting female characters. A beautiful seductress, Mrs Holmes (Her breast stuck out from a turtleneck blue jersey silk pullover as though taking aim at any man in front of her) and simple, but very street-wise, Roman's girlfriend Sassafras (btw what a cool name, isn't it?!).

Blackouts:
You kidding? The whole thing happens in two days, so there is no time to pass out for our two bad-asses.

Title: 
Very appropriate - the whole thing is one big major fucking shoot out!

Cover: 
I like all the covers from the Penguin Himes reprints, and this one is no exception. Once again, it catches the book's dark and gritty mood. Just not sure who that sinister (or is he scared?) black dude in the front is supposed to be. Casper? Roman? It cannot be the main villain (because he's white).

Cool lines: 
"One's a white man," Grave Digger said.
"What else?" Coffin Ed replied.
What he meant was what else could keep the black citizens away from the circus provided by killing.

"The rich used to live here," Coffin Ed remarked.
"Still so," Grave Digger said. "Just changed color. Colored rich folks always live in the places abandoned by white rich folks."

They had the feeling that time was rushing past like a maniac with a knife.[The Coolest!]


He ran into a brace of slugs and came reeling back with two sudden eyes in his forehead.[The Coolest!]

The Real Cool Killers (Chester Himes, 1959)

While reading the Blond Faith I remembered another master of the urban black hard-boiled crime, the one and only Chester Himes. Alpha-60 blog simply must have a few entries of his, and what better way to start a series than with this cult novel?

I'm not really into police procedural stuff, at least not in Ed McBain's 87th precinct kind of (too) methodological investigations. But Real Cool Killers is light-years away from those formulaic books. True, our main protagonists are cops, but there's not much of the procedure here. Unless you count the use of brutal force as a standard police procedure. And if you do, I welcome you to Harlem!

Starts extremely violently (and of course incredibly cool) by a guy attacking another customer in a public bar with a knife (!), getting his arm chopped off (!!) by the bartender and soon after being shot in the middle of the street in broad daylight (!!!) while trying to escape another crazed customer. In the shooting, a juvenile delinquent was also killed (!!!!), and an innocent passerby was wounded by a stray bullet (!!!!!). Plus, Grave Digger and Coffin Joe, on their way to the crime scene, fire a few bullets at a car of a local mobster. Just to remind us how tough they are and that we are reading Chester fucking Himes!

Pace doesn't slow at all; this stuff just grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. In fact, the entire book takes place over a mere 6 hours, during which we follow two independent investigations (one by the police and one by Grave Digger) intertwined by the happenings and tensions between the members of the Real Cool Moslems gang. One of them also happens to be Coffin Ed's daughter, so we can expect some bloody retribution at the end. Needless to say, we shall get one, but there will also be a double (and even triple) twist!

A true masterpiece, and even 50+ years after its publication, it remains unique. Flawless stuff, everything simply works to perfection. Won't start again about superb plotting and breathtaking pace - I also loved the dark style, terrific dialogues and use of slang (too bad though that 'fuck' is replaced by 'rap'), realistic and not cartoonish characterisation of all protagonists and especially depiction of Harlem slums as a savage, racially segregated urban jungle. Hell, if nothing else, we can learn here what a zip gun is and even how to assemble one!

Mandatory re-reading. Give it a try while listening to Unsane, it will hit you even harder!

5/5

Facts:

Hero: 
Grave Digger Jones & Coffin Ed Johnson

Location: 
Harlem, NYC. Where 

"The broken concrete paving was strewn with broken glass bottles, rags and diverse objects thrown from the back windows: a rusty bed spring, a cotton mattress with a big hole burnt in the middle, several worn-out automobile tires, the half-dried carcass of a black cat with its left foot missing and its eyes eaten out by rats." 

And even better:

"Well, it's like this, Commissioner," Grave Digger said. "Every day in Harlem, two or three times a day, the colored people see some colored man being chased by another colored man with a knife or an axe or a cub. Or else being chased by a white cop with a gun, or by white man with his fists. But it's only once in a blue moon they get to see a white man being chased by one of them. That was an event. A chance to see some white blood spilled for a change, and spilled by a black man, at that. That was greater than Emancipation Day. As they say up in Harlem, that was the greatest. That's what Ed and I are always up against when we try to keep Harlem safe for white people."

Body count: 
5 (not counting the old granny)

Dames: 
Sugartit, Sissie

Blackouts:
 Nope, no time for anybody to get knocked out in this one.

Title: 
A bit of artistic freedom here since our gang is actually called "Real Cool Moslems". But we'll forgive Mr. Hines for sneaking "cool" into the title.

Cover: 
Great one. It pictures two guys having a fight with a bottle and a gun, with some dark Harlem (I assume) blocks in the background. The expressionless and ruthless face of a guy gives a picture a dark and sinister tone, which perfectly reflects the tone of the novel. I won't hesitate for a second if I find a poster with this cover! It would look great on my wall...

Cool lines:  
"Don't play with me," Grave Digger said with a sudden show of anger. "This ain't the movies, this is real. A white man has been killed in Harlem and Harlem is my beat. I'll take you down to the station and turn a dozen white cops loose on you and they'll work you over until the black comes off."  

"Don't show me your teeth," Grave Digger snarled. "I'm no dentist. I don't fix teeth. I'm a cop. I'll knock your teeth out." [The Coolest!]

During the hostage negotiation situation] 
"Don't be a mad dog like Vincent Coll. Be a man like Dillinger was." [The Coolest!]