Sunday, March 4, 2018
This is Pronzini's second appearance here.
Brevity is not an obstacle to greatness in a short story, but it sure can make it hard to write a review that doesn't give away the store. This story is under 2,000 words so I won't have much to say about it, good as it is.
Henry Boyd's life changed forever when a moment of his own carelessness destroyed his family. He hoped to be sent to prison but the courts thought otherwise. He can't face the thought of suicide so now he walks through the night, hoping some criminal will do to him what he lacks the courage to do to himself.
Instead, what happens is... See? This is where I have to stop. But the last sentence is sheer poetry.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
I know I have said this before (and after you blog for a few years you suspect you have said everything before): the best endings are surprises that feel inevitable. You want the reader to say "I never saw it coming but that was the only way the story could end."
And that, my friends, ain't easy.
Pronzini's story is about some thugs smuggling booze in from Canada during Prohibition. Two of them are hardened criminals; the third one, Bennie, is a bright-eyed youngster who got everything he knows about crime from places like Black Mask Magazine. In fact, he tells his colleagues cheerfully, he's writing a novel about the rum-running business. All fictionalized of course.. Nothing for them to wrory about...
Well, you can see where this story is heading, can't you? But there is a twist along the way, one that made me say "that's the only way the story could end."