Justin and Harley operate a small printing shop on
Amsterdam Ave in New York City. The two only take enough business to keep the
facade of legitimacy in place, but their real business is the printing of counterfeit
five- and ten-dollar bills. A business that is doing quite well until Harley is
murdered in an Albany hotel and Justin is called in and held by the police. The
cops seemingly care less about Harley’s murder and more about the counterfeit
shop the two men operate.
When the police finally release Justin he discovers the
police are not alone in their interest in the Amsterdam printing shop—Harley
had partners who want the printing plates, and they treat Justin as poorly as
the upstate cops did. In fact, they don’t seem to care much what happens to
Justin if it leads them to the plates.
“Don’t Look Behind You” is a cleverly plotted story
that takes you in one direction only to quickly and smoothly swerve into another,
and then another. It opens with a raw slash of narrative:
“Just
sit back and relax, now. Try to enjoy this; it’s going to be the last story you
ever read, or nearly the last. After you finish it you can sit there and stall
awhile, you can find excuses to hang around your house, or your room, or your
office, wherever you’re reading this; but sooner or later you’re going to have
to get up and go out. That’s where I’m waiting for you: outside. Or maybe
closer than that. Maybe in this room.”
It is told in first person with a twist—the narrator
isn’t necessarily who you think it is and the story doesn’t necessarily lead
you where you think it is will. The prose is spot on; re-read the passage above
and if you don’t want to read more you’re crazy. But the best part of the story
is its plot and the affect it has on the reader. The narrator speaks directly
to the reader—not as an audience member, but as a principle character—and it
has a chilling effect that made me shudder with bliss in the closing
paragraphs.
“Don’t Look Behind You” was originally published in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine in May
1947. I read it in the fine anthology A
Century of Noir edited by Mickey Spillane and Max Allan Collins.
I have been slowly cleaning up some of my older reviews—blogger tends to mess-up the
formatting from time to time—and I decided this one should have new life at
the top of the blog. It is truly a wonderful story.
5 comments:
I was able to find this story on the web for anyone interested:
http://arthurwendover.com/arthurs/brown-f/donlook10.html
I read this in an old short story book from the library when I was a kid. It terrified me for weeks.
Ben, I have not read Fredric Brown but I have read many reviews of his stories. I have also been tempted to buy this anthology but I'm resisting because I have far too much to read already.
I read this when I was a kid in high school in an alfred Hitchcock anthology. I was so impressed I had my friends read it. One read it out loud in creative writing class in the 10th grade. It was a hit.
I was actually scared after I read it, late at night in my room.
I would love to read it again.I had a book at one time. It had that story in it. I never forgot it. I was only 12 yrs old. Where can I get the book or story?
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