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Published in 1992 this book appears to be the only
one in what could have been a very promising series.
Although the author has written on the Leather movement,
this seems to be his only mystery.
The action takes place in the West Village of New York
City in 1971 and paints a picture of gritty and grubby
streets and of men who find sex in the dark of the warves
and tractor trailer trucks of the West Side docks. Although
the author never addresses lonliness directly, it is an
integral part of the lives of the characters. The
difficulties of being gay pre- Stonewall coupled poverty and
then added to all the other ingredients of drama such as
lust, greed, rage, etc. give the book an overall aura of
dark toughness.
The lead character, Archie Cain, is a private detective
with five years of police force experience. Archie resigns
from the force when he is rejected by his colleagues for
outing himself. As the book opens he is just setting up his
own investigation business and struggling with the economics
of being on his own. Rugged and independent , Archie
doggedly pursues the murderer of the man he takes into the
dock warehouses for a one night stand. Over the course of
the novel the police, the CIA, and the FBI become involved
in the case and the flegling civil rights organization, the
Gay Activist Alliance, loses it's first home (a former fire
station) in a fire.
The style of the book is terse and masculine and reminds
me of Jack Dickson's Jas Anderson series. Testosterone is
indeed spoken here. There are leather bars and dingy
apartments (no one in this book seems to have a "decorator
gene"), empty closets, grimy kitchens and dank ruins. Every
word seems to add to the dark ambience. The action flows
smoothly and the suspense kept me up late. And, underlying
all the city soot, is the quest for acceptance and love.
My only regret is that there are not more books in this
series.
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