Friday, November 28, 2014

Black Friday's Forgotten Books: DIG ME A GRAVE by John (Cleve F. Adams) Spain


If you've been here before, you may have noticed I'm a big admirer of work of Mr. Cleve Franklin Adams. I've read and enjoyed all of his novels, but my favorites (as of this moment) are Sabotage, The Private Eye and this one, Dig Me a Grave.

Adams' many heroes, Rex McBride, Steve McCloud, John J. Flagg and their brethren, were all cut from the same cloth, the main difference being that some were slightly more amoral than others. Bill Rye, the protagonist of Dig Me a Grave is the most amoral of them all, and the most unusual, because he's sort of a hybrid. He's about 50% typical Adams Black Knight, and 50% Ned Beaumont.


Adams made no secret of his admiration for Dashiell Hammett. At least two of his novels, Sabotage and Decoy, paid homage to the plot of Red Harvest, and this book's lead characters were inspired by Ned Beaumont and Paul Madvig of The Glass Key.

Like Madvig, this book's Edward Callahan is a behind-the-scenes political boss, and like Beaumont, Bill Rye is his right-hand man. Adams captured Madvig's character perfectly, and the relationship between the two characters is spot on. He also made a valiant effort to reincarnate Beaumont in the body of Rye, but the characteristics of his own standard hero were too deeply ingrained to be suppressed. The result is that hybrid character, more mysterious and opaque than Rex McBride, but more emotional, and more amused with life, than Ned Beaumont.


Hammett's style in The Glass Key is much like that of The Maltese Falcon - ultra-objective, so that we're never told what the hero is thinking or feelings. We have to discern that from his words and actions. Adams makes a stab at that sort of objectivity here and there, but in other scenes we are privy to what's going on in Rye's head, making him more likable and more relatable than Beaumont.

The result is a novel that's more fun and (to me) more satisfying that The Glass Key. The prose of Hammett's novel is better crafted, of course, and the story more literate, but Dig Me a Grave delivers more smiles - especially if you've read The Glass Key, and know where it's coming from.


Commercial: For a closer look at Adams and  his characters, you might take a squint at my article, "Cleve F. Adams: Black Knight, Cannibal and Forgotten Man" in Windy City Pulp Tales #14, available right HERE from Black Dog Books.

6 comments:

Kevin R. Tipple said...

Thank you for catching mine.

I know what you mean about Judy Crider. Never met her, or Bill for that matter, but we drew a lot of hope from them in our own cancer fight. I felt--as irrational as it was--that as long as Judy was hanging in my own wife would be here. I fully expected Judy to make it again and was wrong in the worst possible way.

Rick Robinson said...

I share your feelings about Judy Crider's passing.

I didn't have one this week, just thought with the holiday and all, plus a review Wednesday, it would be too much. Thanks for collecting these, so I can read them, and the one you did sounds interesting, as always with yours.

Todd Mason said...

Thanks, as always, for a fine job and for good acknowledgement of the unfortunate specialness of this particular weekend...

http://socialistjazz.blogspot.com/2014/11/ffm-street-smiths-detective-story.html

Gerard Saylor said...

Nothing from me today.

neer said...

Hi Evan

My link is all wrong.

The book is THE SPIDER by Hanns Heinz Ewers.

The link is:

http://inkquilletc.blogspot.in/2014/11/forgotten-book-spider-by-hanns-heinz.html

Thanks.

Evan Lewis said...

Sorry!