Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Noir: Remember This Cover. Remember This Name.




Jake Hinkson

Look into the face of the new youth minister on Church Street!  He is ready to receive your confession.  The question is are you ready to give it?  Hinkson strikes the darkest gold there is in this mind-blowing novel from New Pulp Press.  Reminiscent of bold, black humor that saturates the incomparable works of Joe Lansdale, David Goodis, Scott Phillips, Victor Gischler, Jim Thompson, Duane Swierczynski, Richard Laymon, and Daniel Woodrell, Hinkson takes story telling to a frightening new level.   


Hinkson baptizes us in an evil that leaves no doubt that there is no God.  This communion wafer is a jagged, bitter poison that will leave you wanting to genuflect more just to get another taste.  

Geoffrey Webb, self described as "always a bad man pretending to be a good man" begins his story at gun point with the enigmatic words:
"The story of my life is I lived,  I fucked up, and I'm going to die.  I'll probably go to hell."  


A small Baptist church in Arkansas should be easy pickings for a natural born con man like Geoffrey Webb. But after talking himself into a cushy job as a youth minister, he becomes obsessed with the preacher’s teenage daughter. When their relationship is discovered by a corrupt local sheriff named Doolittle Norris, Webb’s easy life begins to fall apart. Backed by a family of psychotic hillbillies, Sheriff Norris forces Webb into a deadly scheme to embezzle money from the church. What the Norris clan doesn’t understand is that Geoffrey Webb is more dangerous than he looks, and he has brutal plans of his own.


Hinkson evokes a little Goodiseque description at the end:


"That 's when I started to live like a termite.  It doesn't matter where a termite lives.  I stayed in the dark, and I consumed.  I replaced ambition with food.  I consumed cheap food by the truckload and got fat and smoked cigarettes and watched pornography and lived in a state of filthy poverty." 








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