(NB: This post also appears on Existential Ennui.)
In 1962, one of America’s leading genre publishers issued a paperback original by an author who’d only been a novelist a few years, but already had a handful of successful, critically praised crime works under his belt. Starring a violent career criminal who operates under various aliases and is respected in the underworld for his ability to plan and take down dangerous scores, the book was stunning: gripping, edgy, original. The author had no intention of penning a sequel to the novel—indeed, his leading man almost dies at the end of the story—but after some encouragement from his publisher he elected to extend his memorable anti-hero’s literary life into a series. Armed with a new face following plastic surgery, the cunning and lethal criminal would go on to execute a number of spectacular heists (some of them going spectacularly awry), find himself pitted against mobsters and gangsters, and even wind up working for the US government.
So far, so familiar, at least to fans of Donald E. Westlake’s pseudonymous Richard Stark/Parker novels. Except it’s not Stark we’re talking about here, or Parker, or The Hunter/Point Blank; it’s Dan J. Marlowe, Earl Drake . . . and The Name of the Game is Death. Published in the States in the same year as The Hunter by Gold Medal—who would eventually pick up the rights to the Parkers after Pocket Books issued the initial eight—The Name of the Game is Death—later retitled Operation Overkill—was Dan James Marlowe‘s seventh novel (his debut, Doorway to Death, featuring hotel detective Johnny Killain, was issued by Avon in 1959), but the first to star Earl Drake. Drake isn’t actually called Drake for the bulk of the novel (and may, in fact, never once be called that in the original printing of the book . . . I’ll return to that shortly)—”Earl Drake” is merely a name he gives to an associate—but after this initial outing the Drake alias would stick.
Written in the first person from Drake’s perspective (and here we encounter an essential difference to the third-person Parker series), The Name of the Game is Death begins in the midst of a robbery, as Drake, his partner in crime Bunny, and a young kid doing the driving hit a Phoenix bank. It’s a blistering opening to the book: tense, chaotic, and climaxing in a bloody shootout in which the kid is killed (“The left side of his head was gone”) and Drake is wounded. Drake and Bunny split up, Bunny taking most of the cash, with the intention of mailing Drake his share at the rate of a thousand dollars a week. But after three packages the deliveries stop, so Drake sets off to Hudson, Florida to find out where his share of the money is and what happened to Bunny.
If the blood-soaked opening of The Name of the Game is Death isn’t indication enough, it quickly becomes even more apparent that Drake is a very bad man indeed. A hapless doctor who Drake forces to tend to his injury meets a sticky end, and Drake’s trip to Hudson involves another murder and sets up more to come. Interspersed amongst all this are flashbacks to Drake’s youth and young adulthood, via which we learn just how fucked up an individual he is: as a child he mercilessly tormented a fat kid who’d killed his cat and exacted a bruising vengeance on a corrupt cop, and by the time he was twenty-three he had already killed two men.
The picture of Drake that emerges isn’t a million miles away from, say, Lou Ford in Jim Thompson‘s The Killer Inside Me (1952)—and this is the key to The Name of the Game is Death. Much as Ford is the driving force behind The Killer Inside Me, compelling even as he repels, Earl Drake is the reason The Name of the Game is Death is so powerful (I made it my number one read of last year). Dan J. Marlowe isn’t much of a stylist, but Drake is so fascinatingly monstrous it’s hard not to root for him. And once Drake, now calling himself Chet Arnold, gets to Hudson (setting himself up as a tree surgeon while he investigates Bunny’s disappearance), we learn he also has problems getting it up; his first attempt to make it with a buxom redheaded bar-owner named Hazel ends in flaccid disappointment.
Reportedly, the original edition of The Name of the Game is Death implicitly links Drake’s eventual sexual success with Hazel to his taste for killing, although this inference is removed from later US and UK editions. And that’s not the only change, either; I’ve only read the 1973 UK Coronet printing of the book (retitled Operation Overkill), but this post on the Mystery*File blog details some of the other alterations. Although the majority of these seem to be simple copy edits (and actually improvements in many cases), it may well be the case that the name “Earl Drake” was inserted at a later date, too.
As to why Marlowe made these changes to his text . . . I’ll be exploring that over the course of the rest of this week’s posts. Because it would be seven years before Chet Arnold/Earl Drake reappeared, by which point Dan J. Marlowe had become friendly with a real-life criminal who would help to shape the remainder of the series . . . and despite the allusions at the beginning of this post, that series would end up taking quite a different path to that of Richard Stark and Parker . . .
For Part 2, go here.
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Great review. This book has been recommended to me on a few occasions, but I haven’t read it yet because used copies are pretty pricey and due to being completely confused by the existence of two versions.
Stark House will be reissuing the novel this year (release date not yet announced) and they do good work, so I’ll trust them to deliver the definitive version.
The definitive version kind of depends on your perspective, i.e. what you think of the series as a whole, especially the books from Earl Drake #3 onwards. I’ll be exploring that as this run of posts develops…
I love the Earl Drake books as well as Dan J. Marlowe’s stand-alones. Totally under-appreciated writer. It’s interesting Drake (even though he wasn’t called that in the first book) and Parker started out the same year (1962). Both ruthless, amoral thiefs. As I’ve stated before, I find books with such protagonists irresistable. Give me those types of characters over the glib, hip, idealistic Philip Marlowe and Spenser clones any day!
Me too, David. And I’ll add Tom Ripley and even Dexter Morgan to that list. Not sure what that says about me though…
Interesting. I’ll have to check out Marlowe. I already have Thompson on my list, so the comparison intrigued me.
I don’t know if you guys are already reading the Ed Brubaker/Sean Phillips Criminal comics (and if you aren’t, they’re well worth a visit to your local comic emporium), but Sean has a nice painting of Dan J. Marlowe coming up in issue #3 of Fatale.
A taste here: http://surebeatsworking.blogspot.com/2012/02/dan-j-marlowe.html
Also, very nice review.
The reprint edition that Black Lizard did in 1988 is the original text, I believe.
I also had a very lucky Marlowe discovery a couple years back.
Wallace: your signed edition of Four for the Money is a thing of beauty, especially to me (Existential Ennui is dedicated in large part to book collecting). I’ve linked that post from my latest Marlowe/Drake piece. And ta for the info on the Black Lizard edition.
Matt: I’m well aware of Criminal; I’ve been reading Ed Brubaker’s comics since his indie Lowlife, and Sean Phillips since his work on Crisis. I love Criminal (and indeed I was responsible for bringing the collections of it to the UK via Titan Books), especially the Tracy Lawless storylines, although I must admit I’m not yet sold on Fatale (I haven’t read the second issue, mind). I did see Sean’s Dan Marlowe artwork though, so I guess I will be picking up #3! Have you come across Ed’s older crime miniseries, Scene of the Crime? One of the best things he’s ever written I reckon, so check it out if you haven’t already.
Bryan: having read both The Killer Inside Me and The Name of the Game is Death, I must say I prefer the latter. Mind you, Killer probably still edges it out in terms of stomach-churning nastiness.
Ha! Yeah, I guess I should have reckoned everyone here has already read Criminal. But that’s pretty cool you brought it to the UK, Nick! I really dug the last series painting Archie Andrews as a modern murderer and Jughead Jones gone junky.
Scene of the Crime and especially Lowlife are terrific. And I’m guessing you’ve already read The Deadboy Detectives. But if anyone else hasn’t, it’s Satan forgetting to lock the door when he leaves allowing two dead boys to escape the smoky pits of Hell only to turn detective setting up shop in a treehouse. So good. (and I’m clearly quite a fanboy completist with Bruby…)
Speaking of Brubaker, have you and Trent ever considered doing a “Not Quite Parker” about his work with Darwyn Cooke on Catwoman? I see Titan put it out.
Their whole run on Selena Kyle seemed to be the most Parker-esque comic until Darwyn’s own literal works.
Also, I very much enjoy existential ennui. I love the book hunting. I’m sure it’s just my own personal take, but they take on an almost Philip K. Dick quality for me, a sort of anthropological sci-fi journey picking out the fading vestiges of a dying medium.
But then vinyl’s not dead yet.
I’ve been meaning to cover Selena’s Big Score for years. One of these days…
Selena’s Big Score is definitely worth covering, but Brubaker’s run on Catwoman is just as good, if not better in parts. And then there’s his and Greg Rucka’s Gotham Central, which is among the best things either writer has done.
Matt, thank you for your kind words re EE. That anthropological, archaeological aspect of book collecting is partly what drives me, although I dunno if it’s a dying medium: recent moves by book publishers suggest books-as-collectible-objects may be the way things are going in the age of the e-reader…
Based on what I can find about the Drake books, I’m getting the distinct impression that while Westlake came out of the Dashiell Hammett strain of hardboiled fiction, Marlowe (appropriately enough) was more along the lines of Raymond Chandler, by way of Mickey Spillane. Drake is really a rather idealized figure–he likes animals, he pretty much only kills bad people, he revenges the death of a friend, and he wants us to know he had a bad childhood. So there are some pretty huge differences in the way Stark and Marlowe tackled the basic idea of a ruthless heistman as protagonist. There is absolutely no attempt to humanize or even explain Parker. That’s why Westlake opted for the third person. He wanted to keep Parker at a distance. Smart move.
Maybe the real reason Drake ended up as a secret agent, fighting on the side of the ‘good guys’ is that Marlowe actually thought of him as a good guy all the time. Something to think about.
Dan was my Dad’s best friend. He wrote The Name of the Game is Death’ while living with us. He named a character after me to my mother’s horror. I have, I believe, the largest collection of Dan’s novels, inscribed items and memorabilia. Always buying too. My seriocomic crime novel, “The Boss of Hampton Beach,” will be out in June. I’ve returned the honor by naming my bartender protagonist Dan Marlowe.
Great story, Jed. If you ever feel like writing some recollections, we’d be happy to host them here.
However, I think even in the very first book – in fact during the bank robbery – ED realizes he is a turned on by hot buns?
Why would any one insinuate he was turned on by killing?
In fact he /was/ a “good man” – saved the 16 yr old whose father didn’t have time for her (but she killed herself anyway), taught himself tree surgery when he was sent to prison for vagrancy..