“His
name was Jimmie Prescott and he is thirty-one years of age. Five foot ten.
Slight build.”
He is a loner. A sniper. A killer. The sort of sniper
who sets up over a busy city street and randomly chooses a target. A victim. It
is the spontaneity that thrills him, and, by his own reckoning, he is the best.
The best because he has 41 notches on his rifle, and, while there have been a
few close calls, he has no real fear of capture.
“A Real Nice Guy” is a stylish crime story written by William
F. Nolan, a favorite author of mine, originally published in the April 1980
issue of Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine.
It is something of a battle of sociopaths—both bad, of course—and while the
ending is less than surprising the journey is ideal. The prose is smooth and,
especially the non-dialogue narrative, is something like a brassy jazz riff—
“He
was a master. He never missed a target, never
wasted a shot. He was cool and nerveless and smooth, and totally without
conscience.”
It is short. Third person, and very much worth seeking
out. But, in the interest of fairness, that is exactly what I think of all Mr
Nolan’s short work.
I read “A Real Nice Guy” in The New Mammoth Book of Pulp Fiction, published in 2013 by Running Press,
and edited by Maxim Jakubowski.
Ben, this sounds like a nice little pulp story and though I haven't read anything by William F. Nolan, I'm tempted to read his crime stories, especially after just enjoying a Johnny Liddell mystery by Frank Kane.
ReplyDeletePrashant. You should try Nolan's short stories. I have mostly read his science fiction / horror, including the marvelous "Underdweller"; however "A Real Nice Guy" is one of the first crime stories of his I've read.
ReplyDeleteFrank Kane is a writer I've never read. I need to check him out.
Ben