Doak Miller is a
former New York cop who's taken early retirement, moved to Florida
and picked up a PI licence. He lives a quiet life in a small town,
has occasional sex with the realtor who sold him his house, and does
odd jobs for the local sheriff. One of these is to play a hit-man,
and wear a wire when he meets a woman who wants her husband killed.
But something about Lisa Yarrow Otterbein's eyes gets to Doak.
It's a familiar sort
of noirish set-up, right down to the steamy Florida back-drop, the
kind of thing that John D MacDonald (echoed by this book's title) or some of the great Gold Medal
pulpsters might turn out. This should be no surprise because Lawrence
Block may be the last of those writers who came up in the Fifties and
early Sixties in New York, often via the Scott Meredith agency,
people like Ed McBain and Donald Westlake, and these kind of novels
were their stock in trade.
Many of them also
churned out porn, as well as soft-core crime fiction, like Block's
Chip Harrison books, which is interesting because sex as well as
death is the cornerstone of noir. And what Block is
doing here is bringing the two together in a matter-of-fact way to
suggest that these urges bleed into each other more than writers care
to admit, or explain. What's most interesting is seeing the way Doak,
rather than being manipulated like a classic noir bozo, is actually
drawing himself in consciously, and with control (though of course
we're always on the lookout for the usual inevitable betrayal) of the
situation, and with a ruthlessness which sexuality has drawn out and
intensified.
There's an almost
tongue-in-cheek element to the sex here, as if Block were nodding
back to those more outwardly innocent days, where the sin was just as
heavy but the description was less graphic. If anything, you might
see it as an old master doing what he might have wanted to do many
years before. The key is Doak's experience with a pregnant woman he
interviews as part of an insurance check. She's a reflection of
Mildred Diedrichson, role reversed with Doak. And if Doak's inner
self turns out to be worthy of Walter Neff (who is referenced
specifically by Block, in what may be a slightly too cute playing of
his story against some classic film noirs) there is a reason Block
has attempted an hommage of Double Indemnity, reclaimed for
the male. Block hands the book's killer ending to Lisa. 'That's the
movies,' she said. 'This is life.'
The Girl With The
Deep Blue Eyes by Lawrence Block
Titan Books/Hard
Case Crime £16.99 ISBN 9781783297504
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