Tough Guys Don't Dance
by Norman Mailer 
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After an encounter with a woman who reminds him of the wife who deserted him, Timothy Madden awaken with fragmented memories and an agonizing suspicion that he committed murders.Tags
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A writer finds blood on his car seat and a couple of bodiless heads in his drug stash hide-away in the scrub forest of far Cape Cod. He's not sure who did it. He includes himself as a suspect. The book wandered but it was an interesting look at Provincetown in the late 1970's. rough and tumble with drugs and hoods and bad cops.
Mailer's writing is heavy and he tends to go on well written and metaphorical laden tangents that make his writing interesting. I will read another.
Mailer's writing is heavy and he tends to go on well written and metaphorical laden tangents that make his writing interesting. I will read another.
Norman Mailer was quite a gifted writer. I say that having actually only read in full one of his books, this one. I have read excerpts of several of his other books and writings, and having also read in its entirety his recently published collected letters. The man had talent with the written word. He also had imagination, being able to craft a complex story and tell it from the perspective of a narrator who is fully immersed in that story.
The problem, the singular problem with this book, is it's completely amoral position in regard to all of action of the story, action which has a decidedly moral aspect to it. The story is full of sex and violence yet not a one of the characters, form the narrator on down, ever seem to have a second show more thought about it. It happened. They did it. And then they proceed to whatever happens next.
This book was written 31 years ago, so it is unlikely that a review written at this late date will carry any weight. In a sense this book is totally post-modern in its outlook on life. There is no sense of right or wrong, of good or bad, according to any standards outside those of the character at the moment. I usually pass along books I have read to a person or place where they may find another reading. Not this one. My copy has been removed from circulation, so to speak. Save yourself from wasting your time. If you want to read Mailer then pick something else. Myself, I haven't given up. I'm going to try to find a copy of the Executioner's Song. show less
The problem, the singular problem with this book, is it's completely amoral position in regard to all of action of the story, action which has a decidedly moral aspect to it. The story is full of sex and violence yet not a one of the characters, form the narrator on down, ever seem to have a second show more thought about it. It happened. They did it. And then they proceed to whatever happens next.
This book was written 31 years ago, so it is unlikely that a review written at this late date will carry any weight. In a sense this book is totally post-modern in its outlook on life. There is no sense of right or wrong, of good or bad, according to any standards outside those of the character at the moment. I usually pass along books I have read to a person or place where they may find another reading. Not this one. My copy has been removed from circulation, so to speak. Save yourself from wasting your time. If you want to read Mailer then pick something else. Myself, I haven't given up. I'm going to try to find a copy of the Executioner's Song. show less
Tim Madden awakens from a night of drunken excess, still groggy and unable to recall anything of last night.
As the hangover clears he finds his car's passenger seat sticky with blood, a new tattoo with an old flame's name and the discovery of not one but two severed heads in the nearby woods, next to his secret marijuana stash.
Was he responsible for the murder of two women, or was the crooked police chief setting him up? Madden, a failed writer, has the story of a life time to write if he can sleuth his way through it and live. A couple of ex-cons and a pissed off homosexual, his own former cell-mate, all want him dead.
In Tough Guys Don't Dance, Mailer gives us many colorful characters, in his usual descriptive style, but don't be show more fooled. Through all the hard-nosed Irish and Portuguese on the streets of Cape Cod this book is worht the read for the flowing narrative language alone, and besides Madden is a tough guy, so why not give him the last dance. show less
As the hangover clears he finds his car's passenger seat sticky with blood, a new tattoo with an old flame's name and the discovery of not one but two severed heads in the nearby woods, next to his secret marijuana stash.
Was he responsible for the murder of two women, or was the crooked police chief setting him up? Madden, a failed writer, has the story of a life time to write if he can sleuth his way through it and live. A couple of ex-cons and a pissed off homosexual, his own former cell-mate, all want him dead.
In Tough Guys Don't Dance, Mailer gives us many colorful characters, in his usual descriptive style, but don't be show more fooled. Through all the hard-nosed Irish and Portuguese on the streets of Cape Cod this book is worht the read for the flowing narrative language alone, and besides Madden is a tough guy, so why not give him the last dance. show less
As a person I disliked Norman Mailer - but I quite liked this book.
Tim Madden awakens from a night of drunken excess, still groggy and unable to recall anything of last night.
As the hangover clears he finds his car's passenger seat sticky with blood, a new tattoo with an old flame's name and the discovery of not one but two severed heads in the nearby woods, next to his secret marijuana stash.
Was he responsible for the murder of two women, or was the crooked police chief setting him up? Madden, a failed writer, has the story of a life time to write if he can sleuth his way through it and live. A couple of ex-cons and a pissed off homosexual, his own former cell-mate, all want him dead.
In Tough Guys Don't Dance, Mailer gives us many colorful characters, in his usual descriptive style, but don't be show more fooled. Through all the hard-nosed Irish and Portuguese on the streets of Cape Cod this book is worht the read for the flowing narrative language alone, and besides Madden is a tough guy, so why not give him the last dance. show less
As the hangover clears he finds his car's passenger seat sticky with blood, a new tattoo with an old flame's name and the discovery of not one but two severed heads in the nearby woods, next to his secret marijuana stash.
Was he responsible for the murder of two women, or was the crooked police chief setting him up? Madden, a failed writer, has the story of a life time to write if he can sleuth his way through it and live. A couple of ex-cons and a pissed off homosexual, his own former cell-mate, all want him dead.
In Tough Guys Don't Dance, Mailer gives us many colorful characters, in his usual descriptive style, but don't be show more fooled. Through all the hard-nosed Irish and Portuguese on the streets of Cape Cod this book is worht the read for the flowing narrative language alone, and besides Madden is a tough guy, so why not give him the last dance. show less
A murder mystery that had the potential to be well done but failed in the end. Set in Provincetown, RI where Tim Madden is in a bit of depression from his wife having left him recently. He begins his night in a bar where he begins talking with a couple only to discover that in the morning they are both missing. Unable to remember the previous nights happenings he discovers the seat of his car is covered in blood and his arm stings from a tattoo with the name of a previous lover. He begins to piece together events of the night but he is still in a fog as to what occurred. The plot becomes entangled with corrupt police, criminals, and past lovers, all of which have a role to play. The book began out very intense but by the end I thought show more this was too unbelievable and was sadly disappointed. Plus it is very sexually explicit with many details I don't care to read about (skipped over those parts) and were in no real relevance to the story except to say that certain characters were sex addicts. show less
Coming back for a 2nd read 25+ years later
Kind of all over the place, too many tangents
Kind of all over the place, too many tangents
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The most typical episode in ''Tough Guys Don't Dance'' occurs when Madden, accompanied by Stunts, discovers the severed heads in his marijuana patch and carries them back to his car. He is attacked by the villains, Nissen and Stoodie, Nissen with a knife, Stoodie with a tire iron. The details of the fight can't be paraphrased. Madden survives it and drives home. ''Shall I tell you the virtues show more of such a war?'' he offers. In fact, he doesn't recite them, but reports that ''if not for the war by the side of the road, I could never have slept.'' As it was, ''I slumbered as well as any of those who were dead.''
''Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated,'' the poet Keats said, ''the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel - by a superior being our reasonings may take the same tone - though erroneous they may be fine.'' Madden, Mailer's surrogate in this respect, would offer a Keatsian justification for his violence, if the question were raised. Mailer would justify it further by seeing it as heroic resistance not only to evil at large but to the naturalism that demeans his energy. So a fight with thugs becomes ''the war.'' show less
''Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated,'' the poet Keats said, ''the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel - by a superior being our reasonings may take the same tone - though erroneous they may be fine.'' Madden, Mailer's surrogate in this respect, would offer a Keatsian justification for his violence, if the question were raised. Mailer would justify it further by seeing it as heroic resistance not only to evil at large but to the naturalism that demeans his energy. So a fight with thugs becomes ''the war.'' show less
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Norman Kingsley Mailer was born on January 31, 1923 in Long Branch, N. J. and then moved with his family to Brooklyn, N. Y. Mailer later attended Harvard University and graduated with a degree in aeronautical engineering. Mailer served in the Army during World War II, and later wrote, directed, and acted in motion pictures. He was also a show more co-founder of the Village Voice and edited Disssent for nine years. Mailer has written several books including: The Armies of the Night, which won the National Book Award, the Pulitzer Prize, and a Polk Award; and The Executioner's Song, which won the Pulitzer Prize. In 2005, he won the Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters from the National Book Foundation. He published his last novel, The Castle in the Forest, in 2007. He died of acute renal failure on November 10, 2007. (Bowker Author Biography) show less
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- Original title
- Tough Guys Don't Dance
- Original publication date
- 1984
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- Provincetown
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- Tough Guys Don't Dance (1987 | IMDb)
- Epigraph
- Is it the mist or the dead leaves?
Or the dead men—November eves?
—JAMES ELROY FLECKER
There are mistakes too monstrous for remorse …
—EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON - Dedication
- Signé
- First words
- At dawn, if it was low tide on the flats, I would awaken to the chatter of gulls.
- Quotations
- The waves outside the lounge-room window on this chill November night had become equal in some manner to the waves in my mind. My thoughts came to a halt and I felt the disappointment of profound drunken vision. Just as you w... (show all)addle up to the true relations of the cosmos, your vocabulary blurs.
Perfectly groomed blondes remain as quintessential to such places as mustard on pastrami. Corporate California had moved right into my psyche.
I can hardly describe what an outrage this seemed. As well paste a swastika out... (show all)side the office of the United Jewish Appeal.
She looked like a weed. Yet she wrote good poetry. On reading what little she would show, I had discovered that she was cruel as a ghetto rapist in the brutality of her concepts, quick as an acrobat in her metaphors, and read... (show all)y to slay your heart with an occasional vein of feeling as tender as the stem of honeysuckle on a child’s mouth. Still, I was only surprised, not dumbfounded. She was one weed that had been fed on radium.
That Pete the Polack was here today could only mean Nissen had bet a lot on the Patriots. It was disquieting. Nissen might be unsentimental enough to piss on his slave woman, but he’d lick the shoelaces of any athlete godli... (show all)ke enough to play for the Pats. - Last words
- (Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)Poor Harpo was committed, and from what I hear, is only to be released a little later this year.
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