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Epitaph for a Tramp and Epitaph for a Dead Beat: The Harry Fannin Detective Novels Paperback – Dec 12 2006

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  • Paperback: 320 pages
  • Publisher: Shoemaker & Hoard; 1 edition (Dec 12 2006)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1593761341
  • ISBN-13: 978-1593761349
  • Product Dimensions: 20.1 x 11.6 x 2.4 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 340 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #1,195,005 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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It's been a good season for rediscovering pulp fiction, first with reissues of early crime novels by Max Allan Collins (The Last Quarry) and Lawrence Block (Lucky at Cards) and now with a pair of noirish thrillers from experimental novelist Markson (Vanishing Point, 2004). In the early 1960s, before Markson made a name for himself with more literary fare, he turned out these two Harry Fannin novels, both of which observe all the hard-boiled conventions but do so with a head-turning flair for language and a surprising amount of emotional depth. The first concerns the murder of Fannin's ex-wife (the tramp of the title) and gives Markson plenty of opportunity to display the cracks in his hero's tough-as-nails exterior. Epitaph for a Dead Beat is the show-stopper, though, offering a thoroughly entertaining--campy but never out-and-out silly--look at what mainstream society considered the outrageous behavior of Greenwich Village beats. Readers expecting tolerance for alternate lifestyles will be sorely disappointed, but pulp fans will have a ball. Bill Ott
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A Rare Gem Indeed Nov. 7 2013
By M. Phillips - Published on
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Markson's writing is moody dark and cynical. However, it has a flair for language often missing from the genre. Fannin isn't the aloof type of PI that Chandler envisioned or the blood thirsty angel of death that Spillane trotted out. He is an intelligent and caring man turned cynical by watching the world operate.

Overall the stories seem to be a missing link between the sometimes self parodying work of the Spillane generation of noir writers and the modern navel gazing (or over intellectualized) strains of detective stories. There is no lack of atmosphere or action and no excess of self analyzing. These stories are rare gems that deserve to be shared more widely.
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Moody noir stories July 6 2008
By Irma Wolfson - Published on
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David Markson wrote two noir novellas, the first of which is the best: moody, dark, cynical, just what one wants in a Manhattan noir story.
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Is this guy for real? Sept. 23 2009
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When I started reading this, I thought it must be a parody. Nobody but characters in bad TV shows and movies ever talked the tough-guy lingo the narrator and others in the book talk (I'm only reviewing "Tramp." Couldn't take any more.) But then I realized he intends for readers to take this silliness seriously. Swallowing his lumpy style is what I imagine it must be like to try to drink oatmeal. There's a detective story cliche (or 12) on every page, and at least one major plot twist in every chapter (and the chapters are short). And yet beneath it all throbs some kind of life that kept me reading to the end. However, I don't care to spend my reading time on more of this foolishness, even if it was a hoot when I first started.