Rating: 5/5
Review:
Still brilliant
It’s at least 30 years since I first read Red Harvest and I’m
very glad I went back to it. Hammett was a very fine writer and this
is one of his best.
During the
Prohibition Era, the narrator works for the Continental Detective
Agency (and is known as “The Continental Op”) who is employed by
a rich newspaper editor in the fictional Personville to clean up the
vice and corruption in the city. There are four gangs plus a corrupt
Chief Of Police and others whom the Continantal Op effectively sets
against each other, with a resulting “war” and a huge body count.
The story isn’t
wholly plausible, to be honest, but it is a good picture of the
corruption that Hammett wanted to expose at the time, it’s superbly
told and very involving. He is dryly witty, while plainly burning
with anger at corruption and injustice and creates some very
well-drawn characters, most notably Dinah Brand, whose presence makes
the book worthwhile in itself. Hammett’s style is a real
pleasure; he is sharp, unfussy and perceptive – and a huge pleasure
after some of the over-long, overblown modern thrillers I have read.
The writing is very spare – we never even learn the narrator's
name, never mind any Complicated Personal Life. (Hurrah!) I read
this paragraph and almost laughed with relief:
"We frisked the
dead man's desk and dug up nothing in any way informative. I went up
against the girls on the switchboard, and learned nothing. I put in
an hour's work on messengers, city editors, and the like, and my
pumping brought up nothing. The dead man, as his secretary said, had
been good at keeping his affairs to himself."
In a lot of the
books I've read recently, that would have taken 50 pages at least,
complete with a number of irrelevant, thinly drawn characters, a lot
of internal agonising and psychologising by the narrator, etc, etc.
Red Harvest is now
90 years old, but has aged very well indeed. Very warmly
recommended.
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