The Snake Mass Market Paperback – 1964
Getting the download link through email is temporarily not available. Please check back later.
To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews on Amazon.com (beta)
Through a series of circumstances, an adult black mamba, the deadliest snake in the world, becomes lose in Central Park in New York City.
The resulting suspence is chilling. The plot slithers forward, and then twists and strikes repeatedly -- this could be the definition of "couldn't-put-it-down."
My wife read this for the first time, in one sitting, AFTER our first trip to New York City, and even though we were back home, it still scared her.
“The Snake” is the eighth Mike Hammer novel and it picks up right where “The Girl Hunters” left off. In the seventh Hammer book “The Girl Hunters,” Hammer picks himself up out of the gutter after a seven-year bender, blaming himself for Velda’s death, and realizes that there is a slight possibility that she is still alive and has been fighting behind the Iron Curtain for those long seven years. Although Hammer figures it all out by the end of “The Girl Hunters,” the penultimate scene where they have their passionate reunion was left out of that book. Enter “The Snake” which begins with Hammer and Velda running into each other’s arms, but, just as soon as they embrace, shots are fired and there is Hammer involved in another shootout.
“The Snake” is a return to a more classic Hammer plot, a smaller world involving attempts on a young girl’s life, political ambition, a politician’s aide in a barely-there bikini, a thirty-year-old robbery, and three million missing dollars. It is a story that flows well and doesn’t try to be anything more complicated than a simple action-packed Hammer mystery. There aren’t millions of lives at stake in this novel.
This book is about the long-running romance between Hammer and Velda. “Those deep brown eyes still had that hungry look when they watched mine,” he explained, “and the lush fullness of her mouth glistened with a damp warmth of invitation.” Spillane is not just a master of violent shoot-outs, but also wrote prose chock-full of human emotion. The prose is filled with trying to get inside each other with frenzy, tasting the fire and beauty, fingers probing flesh, “a passionate tautness that rippled and quivered, crying out soundlessly for more, more, more.” Velda is described as “the beautiful one whose hair hung dark and long, whose body was a quiet concert of curves and colors of white and shadow…”
Although now engaged, Hammer is still a ladies’ man, though, particularly when he meets “a stunning brunette with electric blue eyes that seemed to spark at you.” “[S]he looked like a calendar artist’s idea of what a secretary should be.”
This book is also filled with Spillane’s patented action scenes that no one has ever equaled. When Spillane writes about the bad guy getting his, he explains: “His mouth opened in a grimace of hate and frustration that was the last living thing he ever did.” And later: “His eyes had death in them, his and mine. His belly was bloated and I could smell the stench of a festering wound, the sickening odor of old blood impregnated in to cloth. There was a wildness in his face and his mouth was a tight slash that showed all his teeth.” If you have never read Spillane before, you will be amazed at how good a writer he really was, even though he was popular in his day.
All in all, Spillane’s “The Snake” is another terrific Mike Hammer story.