THE BRAT (1957) by Gil Brewer
Reviewed by Barry Ergang
It’s giving nothing away in
the form of a spoiler to report that this is a story of theft, murder, betrayal
and pursuit. Readers of the Fawcett Gold Medal edition will realize that by the
fourth page, which is the end of the first chapter.
We learn in a flashback that
after his fiancée
was killed in an automobile accident, Lee Sullivan was a man adrift: “After
that my life was a hollow beating back and forth across the country, away from
my home in Florida, seeking nothing, slowly spending what money I had.” It was
on a trip to the Everglades where he met and became instantly and obsessively
smitten with the appropriately surnamed Evis Helling. She was equally taken
with him, and was eager to get out of the Glades and away from her nuclear
family and a dangerous, literally kissin’ cousin named Berk Kaylor. And
so he took her away to the St, Petersburg area, and they moved into an
apartment together. Evis got a job at a loan company and Sullivan went to work
for a print shop. Evis talked him into buying a house, and still later on into opening
his own printing business. She also concocted a scheme to steal a hundred
thousand dollars from the loan company.
When the novel opens, a
hungover Sullivan comes home to an empty house. Earlier that day he’d told Evis
they weren’t going through with the robbery, but now his gut instinct tells him
he must get to the loan company to try to stop her. When he does, he finds the
slain body of her coworker Ray Jefferies. Evis—and the money—are gone. Sullivan
also finds items she planted to frame him for Jefferies’ murder and the theft.
And so Sullivan pursues Evis
to try to recover the money and clear himself. Aware that her hubris will take
her back to the Glades long enough to let her family know of her new opulent
lifestyle before she shuns them again, Sullivan heads there. His pursuit, of
course, is not without obstacles, physical and emotional, and some surprises.
Among the obstacles is an especially zealous sheriff named Hugo DeGreef. I’ll
leave readers to discover the surprises for themselves.
In his outstanding
article about Gil Brewer in Mystery*File, Bill
Pronzini writes that Brewer originally aspired to write literary fiction: “…he
understood and loved fine writing and hungered to create it himself, to just
once write something of depth and beauty and meaning.” There are descriptive
sentences and paragraphs in The Brat that substantiate Pronzini’s
contention, but there are also some that seem pulpy, overwrought, as though
they’re straining for effect, or are downright nebulous. Take, for example, the
book’s opening sentence: “When I called her name, it was as if only the faint
odor of her perfume occupied the urgent darkness of the house.” Is there a
poetic quality to it that creates an atmospheric effect? Perhaps. But at the
same time, it stopped me cold for a moment while I tried—futilely, I confess—to
make sense of it. Much later on, describing Hugo DeGreef, Brewer writes: “When
he spoke, it was as if the sound of his voice was scraped off the edge of thick
meat….” A little Raymond Chandler influence? Possibly, but the simile doesn’t
work—for me, at least—because I have no idea what such a voice is supposed to
sound like.
The aforementioned are,
however, quibbles about what is otherwise a brief, tense, and eminently
readable novel of action and suspense by one of the acknowledged masters of noir
fiction who came out of the era of paperback originals. Probably the worst
thing about The Brat is its title, because Evis is a great deal more
than bratty.
Former Managing Editor of Futures
Mystery Anthology Magazine and Senior Editor at Mysterical-E,
Derringer Award-winner Barry Ergang’s work has appeared in a variety of
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1 comment:
I love the cover on this edition of THE BRAT. Gil Brewer was an uneven writer, but THE BRAT is one of his best works.
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