Wednesday, December 19, 2012

James M. Cain and Long Lost Novels

Decades after his death, The Cocktail Waitress, a lost James M. Cain novel, has resurfaced. Ok, it’s not sensational, but the labour of love behind its publication is. Cain was 83 years old, his star had fallen, suffering from painful ill health, but he was a writer and every day put pen to paper. He was branching out, writing historical and children’s fiction, but when he knew he had only one book left in him, he went back to his roots, The Cocktail Waitress is a crime story that mirrors the classic Cain novels. He showed it to his publisher but wasn’t satisfied and kept hold of it, continuously tinkering. It disappeared after his death, clues as to its existence only lay in the odd correspondence.

The Cocktail Waitress was published by Hard Case Crime, an imprint of hardboiled crime novels founded in 2004 by Charles Ardai and Max Phillips, who felt the paperback crime novel style of the 40s and 50s needed to be revived. The covers feature original art done in the pulp style by artists such as Robert McGinnis and Glen Orbik. The collection includes both reprints of books from the pulp era and new novels written for the collection.

Ardai searched for a decade to track down the elusive manuscript, obtained the rights to print it, and edited a definitive version from all the different versions Cain had written. Ardai was such a fan of Cain’s work, he said – he even read the stuff that wasn’t that great. 'Without Cain, there would be no Hard Case Crime.' 

There’s an interesting afterword by Ardai at the end of the novel. On my previous blogpost on Cain, I pay reverence to an established a master, translated into eighteen languages and whose work is taught in universities. But back in the day, Cain was seen as full of sin, scandal, and lurid lowbrow. One critic called him a whore-y old sensation monger. His books were banned. Even Raymond Chandler, who adapted for the big screen the classic Double Indemnity, said, 'He is every kind of writer I detest, a dirty little child with a piece of chalk.'

Cain wrote of depravity, reality and sexuality of all flavours, but he wasn’t a sensationalist, he put the material to work, writing about life as it is lived, and language as it is spoken, the affect of crisis on the human soul and the ability of the human animal to survive.

A great read for those interested in writers and their process is his Paris Review Interview. Here, Cain argues with the fact that he’d been typecast as a hardboiled writer: ‘I don’t write whodunits. You can’t end a story with the cops getting the killer. I don’t think the law is a very interesting nemesis. I write love stories. The dynamics of a love story are almost abstract. The better your abstraction, the more it comes to life when you do it – the excitement of the idea lurking there. Algebra. Suspense comes from making sure your algebra is right. Time is the only critic. If your algebra is right, if the progression is logical, but still surprising, it keeps.’

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