When Hard-Nosed Detectives Ruled The
Roost-Dashiell Hammett’s Nightmare Town
Book Review
From The Pen Of Frank Jackman
Nightmare Town, Dashiell Hammett,
Vintage, New York, 2000
Over the past several years I have
had occasion to review many books and film adaptations of the works of the two
classic crime novel writers who are legitimately the forebears for all kinds of
action-oriented hard-nosed fictional detectives today, Raymond Chandler and
Dashiell Hammett. I am at it again here with this review of a treasure trove of
Hammett’s shorter works which were published in Black Mask and other crime magazines, Nightmare Town. And again I am astounded by the sparse, rough,
flowing language that Hammett’s brought to the early hard-boiled detective
novel with seems to be clearly in line with Ernest Hemingway’s modernist usage.
That was a time when he and Chandler broke out of the parlor pink type stories
and gave them some punch, gave their guys and gals some swagger, made their
detectives jump more than a few hoops before they caught the bad guys (and in a
couple of stories here gals)
flat-footed. No wonder writers like Ernest Hemingway tipped their hats to
Hammett and Chandler. No wonder as well that the reader of publications like Black Mask waited impatiently for the next
issue.
This book contains twenty-two of
Hammett’s short crime sketches a few that have been seen in other collected
works like The Big Knock-Over. Naturally
not all the works are equally good although all show the wicked bent of
Hammett’s mind in constructing plot-lines and distributing clues. Three story
lines stick out; the title piece Nightmare
Town, the four Sam Spade pieces
(yes, there was a Samuel Spade sans millstone Miles Archer before he ran up
against the cutthroats and dangerous femme
in The Maltese Falcon), and the first
draft of The Thin Man (and yes again
there was a thin man before Nick and Nora Charles, and Asta, and wangled their
ways into the story line looking for that very elusive eccentric thin man).
Nighmare Town is a classic hard guys tale out of the Old West. No, not the Old West of
Billy the Kid and honorable killings done to stake a claim out to land and
manhood there in the days before civilization and the end of the frontier (end
of land really unless you wanted to swim the Japan seas) clapped down and leave
the wild boys in the towns with nothing but time on their hands. But then along
came Prohibition and every guy who had a crooked thought, some bravado, and a
fairly quick trigger was trying to jump onto easy street since they all
instinctively knew that people were still going to need their booze, and plenty
of it, no matter the cost. That premise
drives the hard to figure otherwise action as the protagonist gets more, much
more, that he bargained for by staying in that created out of nothing Western
town which fronted for a huge illegal liquor operation.
The four Sam Spade stories are
interesting for what they are, which is cleverly plotted detective stories of
the conventional sort where Sam, along with the police, smart boy, and without
any female distraction, again smart boy, solves what seem to be impossible
crimes, for example, how the thief, or thieves got away (for a while) with
jewelry store robbery when it looked like the who thing went up in smoke. The
“what not” part of the stories is, take either a look at the film or a read of
the book, that the lack of that female distraction, that femme Bridget or
whatever her name was, as a formidable foil makes this Sam a little less
romantic, a little less hard-boiled, and little left nifty since he is not
tilting at windmills to bring a little rough justice into this wicked old world
that the fully formed detective in The
Maltese Falcon.
The First Draft of the
Thin Man suffers as well from the absence of
the two, well, suave, debonair, and witty detectives which Hammett created
later, Nick and Nora Charles (oh, alright and Asta too) when he reworked this
piece. The story line here moreover sort of gets run over at the end when the
plot ran out of steam after one of the main seen character winds up dead, very
dead and the thin man is still out there somewhere. But if you want to see how
a master writer wrote when writers wrote read this one to see how a work
progresses. Hell read the whole book to
see how crime novel writers wrote in the old days.
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