THE
WENCH IS WICKED (1955) by Carter Brown
Reviewed
by Barry Ergang
Detective Lieutenant Al Wheeler has a date with a blonde
singer named Goldie as soon as he’s finished his shift—which will end ten
minutes after the call he receives
from motorcycle patrolman Macey. Macey has discovered a body in a long-unused
gravel pit a mile past the Eldorado Roadhouse, a body entertaining three fatal bullet
holes. When Captain Parker insists that Wheeler investigate, he reluctantly
does so and learns from a corpse’s billfold that the victim is one Robert
Heinman from New York.
(Before we go further, this is definitively not a police procedural. Wheeler and
crew could pollute a crime scene faster than a factory stack.)
The billfold also contains an inscribed photograph of
alluring movie star Deidre Damour. It happens that a western starring Ms.
Damour is being filmed in the area. When he digs further, Wheeler learns that
Heinman wrote an exposé in the publication Dynamite
that did little to endear many to him in Hollywood, including a number of the
personalities in the local film unit.
There is something questionable about Macey’s report
concerning his discovery of the body that Wheeler wants to follow up on. Doing
so takes him back to the gravel pit where Macey is shot and killed, and the
murderer takes off with Wheeler’s prowl car. The result is a meeting with his
unhappy captain, the police commissioner, and a politically ambitious district
attorney—a meeting that results in Wheeler’s suspension. This, of course,
doesn’t deter him from investigating, and his probe entangles him with the
Hollywood crowd and several local personalities. It also nearly costs him his
life in the obligatory sock finish.
Readers familiar with the work of Carter Brown (real name Alan
G. Yates) know that he was a one-man fiction factory, grinding out hundreds of short,
very fast reads. The Wench is Wicked
is the first in the Al Wheeler series. I’ve read only one other, The Lady is Transparent, quite a number
of years ago. I’ve read titles in a few of his other series, my favorites being
those starring the ditsy Mavis Seidlitz. (If I had kept all of the various
Carter Brown novels my father bought and read, most of which I didn’t, I’d conceivably
own a minor fortune in collectibles.)
Barring a major disruption of the space-time continuum, it
is extremely unlikely that Brown will be remembered as a top-shelf literary master
of crime fiction a la Dashiell Hammett,
Raymond Chandler, Ross Macdonald or Jim Thompson, but he qualifies as a decent
entertainer. Having said so, however, I must add with greater specificity that The Wench is Wicked struck me as
middling—and that’s being generous. Its characters are not well-defined and, in
most cases, are stereotypes. Wheeler—via his creator—tries much too hard to be
funny and, for me at least, doesn’t succeed. Brown’s prose is relatively
pedestrian, although he sometimes tries to be clever and winds up with unintentionally
fatuous moments—e.g., “Goldie was there, all right. She was sitting facing the
bar, her chin propped up on her elbows” is worthy of mention in Bill Pronzini’s
wonderful Gun in Cheek or Son of Gun in Cheek.
I read this title, the first, in the electronic version of
Stark House’s collection of the first three Al Wheeler mysteries: The Wench is Wicked, Blonde Verdict, and
Delilah Was Deadly.
© 2018 Barry Ergang
Derringer Award-winner Barry
Ergang’s mystery novelette, The Play of
Light and Shadow, is available at Amazon and Smashwords, along with some of his other
work.
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