3rd of planned 25 on the year down:
Black Wings Has My Angel by Elliott Chaze
Undeniably a compelling and exhilarating pulp crime novel, and in the hours since finishing it it's seeming more and more special. At once classically hardboiled and slightly askew, particularly with its femme fatale. She's no reductive symbol of temptation or sexual desire she does signify those things to the protagonist, but she's also a real human being and her varying love/lack of love for the hero is sincere, not part of some long con. Having a more credible romance than I've seen in what I've read of say Spillane or Hammett opens up opportunities for lyrical beauty, for wonderful passages describing life high in the Rockies or drunkenly drifting through New Orleans or anxiously riding highways through the rural south. It gets as ugly as it does pristine, collapsing into horrible vivid violence and bleak fatalistic tragicomedy that mark the book as a tonal precedent to McCarthy and the Coen Brothers. The ending is dizzying, stunningly dark, a perfectly hopeless and coincidental unraveling requisite for any good noir fiction.
I wonder if the movie will ever happen, was apparently at one point planned to go forward starring Anna Paquin and Tom Hiddleston (who'd be perfect for the role, strong and attractive but with an
off quality, plus it'd require him to get really beat up and we know he can get roughed up with the best of em) but that was 2012.