More recently, the works of Dashiell Hammett, creator of the Continental Op, and Raymond Chandler, chronicler of Philip Marlowe, have both been enshrined in the stately Library of America. They are joined there this week by an omnibus of five David Goodis novels, including “Dark Passage” and “The Moon in the Gutter.”
It’s certainly appropriate that such fiction — as American as a Colt .45 — should be honored, read and studied. But the Library of America does tend to sanitize the look and feel of work that originally appeared in cheap magazines with leggy blondes or rumpled private eyes on the covers.
There’s no worry about that with this Centipede Press edition of Paul Cain’s complete works, consisting of the novel “Fast One,” published in 1933, and 15 short stories, including all those in the author’s only other book, the 1946 digest “Seven Slayers.” On the retro dust jacket of “The Complete Slayers,” artist Ron Lesser boldly highlights a dame dressed in nothing but her extremely well-filled underwear. She delicately fingers a cigarette-holder in one hand and a smoking gun in the other. So you might want to take off the dust jacket when you read this terrific book on the subway.
Paul Cain (1902-66) — no relation to James M. Cain — was the pen name for Hollywood screenwriter Peter Ruric, who was also known as George Ruric and who was born George Sims. What little is known about his life — largely as a Hollywood hack — isn’t really important, though editors Max Allan Collins and Lynn Myers Jr. provide a short account of his screenwriting career. What does matter is Cain’s lean, stripped-down prose, affectless narrative voice and killer stories, almost all of them for Black Mask magazine. No less an authority than Raymond Chandler described Cain’s style as “some kind of high point in the ultra hard-boiled manner.”
Near the end of one of the stories in “The Complete Slayers,” the protagonist is hustled into a car by some gangsters.
“When we got out of town a ways we went faster. It was very cold.
“I said: ‘Hurry up.’
“Neilan turned and grinned at me. I could see his face a little as we passed a street light. He said: ‘Hurry up — what?’
“ ‘Hurry up.’ The cold was beginning to get in to the pit of my stomach, and my legs. I wanted to be able to stand up. I wanted it standing up, if I could.”
Note how Cain doesn’t tell us that Red is going to be killed. There’s no need. For Red, what matters is that he meet his end properly, without breaking the tough-guy shell that defines his life. In another story, an important character’s death is described in as offhand a fashion as is imaginable: “There, after a little while, life went away from him.”