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The Kind of Friends Who Murder Each Other Kindle Edition
- ASIN : B015F5WSLS
- Publisher : All Due Respect Books (15 September 2015)
- Language : English
- File size : 251 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 102 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,403,871 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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Never has this quote seem more prophetic than in Chris Rhatigan’s The Kind of Friends Who Murder Each Other. Three people share their secrets and all three are willing to kill to keep them secrets.
When Simon, Mackey, and Slade set to drinking one night at the local bowling alley, their conversation follows the typical bar banter; taxes, the high cost of cigarettes, etc. This typical bar banter takes a dark turn when the friends each share a dark secret about themselves. The secrets range in depravity, from breaking into homes to watch people sleep, to being the driver in a hit and run accident and finally to admitting being guilty of murder, the friends each share a piece of their soul without thinking of the consequences.
The problem with their indiscretions become apparent when they each become paranoid that the others now have a bargaining chip over them. They each realize that the only way to rectify their mistake is through the elimination of the other two. Each friend sets out to put their own plan of self-preservation into action, while also watching their own backs.
One of the highlights of this book is the manner in which Rhatigan portrays the decomposition of the narrator’s mind and soul. At the beginning of the book, Simon seems like a stable, hard working man, but as the story progresses we start to see all the cracks that exist within him and we know this story won’t end well for him.
This is noir just the way I like it…a quick hit that leaves a mark. I am very glad to see this book getting re-released and it is apparent that All Due Respect has another winner of their hands. This book is a noir lovers dream and is best consumed in one sitting so you can truly appreciate Rhatigan’s genius.
Chris Rhatigan is right up there at the top of the heap and if you don't believe it, give this slender novel a try. To me it was like a 21st Century gloss on "Strangers on a Train," Patricia Highsmith's psychological study of two men thrown together by a mutual criminal pact, yet it also is reminiscent of "The Stranger" by Camus.
The grim and gritty tone holds the reader right up through the last sentence, and the twist at the end came as a total surprise to me. This is a first-rate novel and any lover of noir should include it on his shelf, right alongside David Goodis, Jim Thompson and James M. Cain.
It may be a long way from working the register at the pump and munch and not knowing what to say to a gal who keeps coming round to becoming the next Jeffrey Dahmer, but maybe the distance isn't all that far. Maybe you don't know what people are capable of or what they are willing to do.
What really makes this novel is that Rhatigan gets the tone tuned in just right. The narration feels genuine. The story just unfolds like you are listening to a guy in a bar spin a tall tale.
Others have written about slackers and losers. But, it works here.
Chris describes the novella as "weird crime." I don't really understand that. To me it is just a regular noir crime novel. It might be the bleakest, most negative, most nihilistic noir crime book ever written. It is definitely the bleakest, most negative, most nihilistic noir crime book I've ever read.
Let me tell you something about me and my reading tastes. The bleaker the fiction I am reading is, the more empty and awful the story and the writing make the world look--the happier I am. Reading The Kinds of Friends Who Murder Each Other made me giddy with pleasure. The most horrible things would happen and/or Rhatigan's narrator would say something completely depressing about the world and I would laugh out loud. I'm serious. I love that kind of thing. Don't know why it makes me so happy, but it does.
The narrator/main character works at a place called The Pump and Munch, a 7-11 gas station kind of place. He bowls once a week with a couple of other guys who used to work there too.. He doesn't really like the guys and he doesn't really like bowling. He hates his job. He hates his boss. He hates his apartment and his neighborhood. He hates the cigarettes he smokes all day long.
Horrible things are said in the first couple of pages by the three friends; horrible confessions. Then, they all do horrible things to each other and other people until there is almost no one left. And, what is great, at the end, the whole thing starts all over again, in the same exact spot where it all began. Just like life.
I love how Rhatigan only uses the words and sentences necessary to tell his perfect little story. I love it that we know nothing about where the book takes place and that we know nothing about the backgrounds of any of the characters, especially the main character. Who needs all that detail, right?
But, I especially love the way the narrator describes the world he sees: it is ugly, greedy, empty, unkind, and there is no point to anything. This point of view is kept consistent throughout. Like I said earlier, I like that.
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The waitress might as well have been a zombie, she had checked out so long ago, now she wandered among the living, dust accumulating in her skull, she lived to leave her job at the end of the shift, but why, what could she possibly do after work, how could she find any satisfaction.
Blue digits on the microwave said it was six-thirty-one, early but not exactly as early as I thought, but it never was, time perpetually grinding me under its fist.
I also love this little aside:
She poured a refill for Mackey, who licked his fingers. "Thank you, Linda." She grunted, he returned to stuffing food in his face, I inspected a large thumbprint on the window, they say that ever fingerprint is different but they're actually all the same.
See, right? Get this book.
I recommended the print version.