Black Wings Has My Angel
by Elliott Chaze
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"Gold Medal books weren't books that won literary awards, or any kind of awards at all. But during the 1950s Gold Medal put out some of the best writers America had to offer, writers like Jim Thompson, Chester Himes, and David Goodis, who not only peered into the bleakest reaches of the psyche, but did it with blood-tinged glee. And while many of the Gold Medal pulps have since become acknowledged classics, one of its finest, Elliott Chaze's Black Wings Has My Angel, has remained in the show more shadows, passed along from reader to reader despite being championed by the likes of Ed Gorman and Bill Pronzini. Yet from the very first pages it's clear that Black Wings Has My Angel ranks with the best of the era. When Tim Sundblade escapes from prison, his sole possession is an infallible plan for the ultimate heist. Only trouble is its a two-person job. So when he meets Virginia, a curiously well-spoken "ten-dollar tramp," and discovers that the only thing that she has a passion for is "drifts of money, lumps of it," he knows he's found his partner as well as his match. There's no telling whether this lavender-eyed angel will be Sunblade's making or his damnation.To read Chaze's novel is to be taken on a roadtrip filled with hairpin turns and wild reversals, to careen through the darkest landscapes of desperate passion. It is a trip never to be forgotten"-- show lessTags
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Originally published by Gold Medal Books in the 1950's, Black Wings Has My Angel is reprinted today by the prestigious NYRB. It's a roundhouse punch of a novel which transcends its pulp origins. Kenneth McLure, a hard drinking, two fisted, escaped con going by the name of Timothy Sunblade, meets up with a leggy society blond turned high priced call girl turned ten dollar tramp who ankled it out of New York just ahead of the law. Together they plan to pull off a daring heist so they can roll in great piles of money, mounds of it.
As sharp and witty as the patter of the characters, the novelist, Elliott Chaze, slices away at the post war reality of America, laughing at its foibles and highlighting its racism. But buried deep in the story, show more so subtle that you might miss it, is a tale of traumatic brain injury. Timothy Sunblade is the creation of an inoperable sliver of shrapnel lodged in his brain. He's a modern Phineas Gage. A nice boy turned callous killer in defense of his country. show less
As sharp and witty as the patter of the characters, the novelist, Elliott Chaze, slices away at the post war reality of America, laughing at its foibles and highlighting its racism. But buried deep in the story, show more so subtle that you might miss it, is a tale of traumatic brain injury. Timothy Sunblade is the creation of an inoperable sliver of shrapnel lodged in his brain. He's a modern Phineas Gage. A nice boy turned callous killer in defense of his country. show less
A 2016 reissue, this noir crime novel by a Mississippi newspaperman, originally published in 1954, is a roller-coaster of a read—lightning fast and a lot of fun. At the outset, an escaped prisoner using the name Tim Sunblade has just finished a stint working on an oil drilling rig. To rid himself of four months of grime, he takes a nice long bath at a cheap hotel. The comforts of the bath put him in mind of having a little female companionship, and with the bellman’s aid he meets Virginia. They turn out to be quite a team.
His plan is to head west (isn’t that the classic American criminal’s destination—the wide open spaces?). Virginia’s look and demeanor suggest she’s not just a hotel tramp, and eventually he learns she’s show more on the lam herself, fleeing the New York City cops.
The book is full of sly dialog. When Tim discovers her call-girl past, Virginia tells him she used to “go with” various Army officers, who were always talking about “the big picture.” “Do I make it clear, Tim? About what is the big picture?” she asks. “You make it clear that your wartime activities were not on the enlisted level.”
Virginia is accustomed to rolling in dough, literally, and more than a bit money-mad, so she encourages Tim’s plan to rob an armored car in Denver and dispose of it in an abandoned mine shaft they’ve found in the Rockies. Flush with their cash, they hit the road again until a drive through a small town turns out to be a big mistake.
It’s a first-person narrative, and Chaze has captured the voice of Sunblade terrifically well. A bit bemused by life’s twists and turns, but resigned to them. Loving and hating Virginia in fairly equal amounts and never really trusting her. Too much whiskey and too many cigarettes.
In the introduction to this reissue. Barry Gifford calls Black Wings a gem that still sparkles, and though author Chaze wrote several other novels, none of them stack up to it. A New Orleans native, Chaze worked for the Associated Press, served in the Second World War, then settled in Mississippi. He lived a time in Denver as well, which is perhaps why the book’s locations are so well drawn.
He working in various capacities for The Hattiesburg American, for a decade as its city editor. His newspaper training shows in the economy and precision of his prose, and even when events are dire, the narrator’s detached view allows his wry humor to surface. Though Sunblade doesn’t often dwell on Life’s Larger Questions, I was struck by this observation: “Life is a rental proposition with no lease.” That’s exactly the kind of thing Tim Sunblade would say.
I don’t give very many books five stars, but in this one, every word is perfect. show less
His plan is to head west (isn’t that the classic American criminal’s destination—the wide open spaces?). Virginia’s look and demeanor suggest she’s not just a hotel tramp, and eventually he learns she’s show more on the lam herself, fleeing the New York City cops.
The book is full of sly dialog. When Tim discovers her call-girl past, Virginia tells him she used to “go with” various Army officers, who were always talking about “the big picture.” “Do I make it clear, Tim? About what is the big picture?” she asks. “You make it clear that your wartime activities were not on the enlisted level.”
Virginia is accustomed to rolling in dough, literally, and more than a bit money-mad, so she encourages Tim’s plan to rob an armored car in Denver and dispose of it in an abandoned mine shaft they’ve found in the Rockies. Flush with their cash, they hit the road again until a drive through a small town turns out to be a big mistake.
It’s a first-person narrative, and Chaze has captured the voice of Sunblade terrifically well. A bit bemused by life’s twists and turns, but resigned to them. Loving and hating Virginia in fairly equal amounts and never really trusting her. Too much whiskey and too many cigarettes.
In the introduction to this reissue. Barry Gifford calls Black Wings a gem that still sparkles, and though author Chaze wrote several other novels, none of them stack up to it. A New Orleans native, Chaze worked for the Associated Press, served in the Second World War, then settled in Mississippi. He lived a time in Denver as well, which is perhaps why the book’s locations are so well drawn.
He working in various capacities for The Hattiesburg American, for a decade as its city editor. His newspaper training shows in the economy and precision of his prose, and even when events are dire, the narrator’s detached view allows his wry humor to surface. Though Sunblade doesn’t often dwell on Life’s Larger Questions, I was struck by this observation: “Life is a rental proposition with no lease.” That’s exactly the kind of thing Tim Sunblade would say.
I don’t give very many books five stars, but in this one, every word is perfect. show less
Goodreads friend William Donelson boldly asserts this isn’t a novel to be read; this is a novel to be felt and a novel to be lived. After my own experience with Elliott Chaze's noir black angel, feeling its dramatic intensity and living through every single page with narrator Tim Sunblade and his beautiful babe Virginia, the slender, poised gal with skin the color of pearls melted in honey, I couldn’t agree more. In order to do such a powerful, complex book a measure of justice, a book spilling its guts out in insatiable greed, voracious gluttony, self-indulgent lusts and a ravenous craving for freedom and thrills, please read on.
Tim Sunblade, the name he takes on as his tribute to a love of the great outdoors, is not only a big show more hunk of a good-looking tough-guy but a World War Two vet who served in the Pacific and still carries a piece of metal lodged in his skull. Tim is also an escaped convict from a Mississippi penitentiary, having been sent there in the first place after a tongue-thrashing by an FBI agent about making off with other people’s cars.
Picture a man in 1953 who slapped down his quarters and dimes at the corner drug story for a copy of this recently published Gold Medal paperback. Chances are such a man was himself a war veteran and knew the intensity and toughness of battle and might even have had his own brush with the law. All this to say, a reader back then felt an immediate kinship with big, tough, adventurous Tim Sunblade when he spoke to men as intimates, addressing them directly, as in “Virginia had told me – did I tell you her name was Virginia?" and "You hear and read about legs. But when you see the really good ones, you know the things you read and heard where a lot of trash."
Although we discover Tim’s real name along the way, no compelling reason to mention it here since Tim would like nothing more than to shove his past identity in an incinerator, watch it go up in smoke and be done with it forever. However, it is worth mentioning, wartime and jail-time gave Tim added layers of toughness beyond the likes of Chandler’s Philip Marlowe, Hammett’s Sam Spade and Cain’s Walter Huff. And since so much of noir revolves around violence, crime and the rough and tumble, this is one good reason to judge Black Wings Has My Angel, by far Elliott Chaze’s best novel, as a king of noir.
Looking at the bigger picture, there’s no question all the returning veterans with their wartime experiences made a serious impact on American society and Tim Sunblade gave voice to what these men faced as civilians in postwar America. And if men supporting a wife and kids by working a dead-end job at the local factory or office or warehouse couldn’t have their own Tim Sunblade-style adventures at least they could read Chaze’s novel and live through Sunblade vicariously. Additionally, Black Wings can be read as a keen social commentary on the state of how American character and mythology played itself out during the 1950s in the home of the brave.
Right up front in Chapter 3 Mississippi born and bred Tim gives us a little foreshadowing by getting down to some good old boy Southern philosophizing, telling us how facing death at his twenty-seven years isn’t that much different from dying as an old man since life, real life, is all about forgetting all the junk and living and remembering the delicious moments, and he has had plenty of delicious, luscious moments with Virginia. In this way, the stark reality and blackness of death coats every page we read from this point forward like ugly on an ape (cliché, I know, but in Tim's case it works).
Tim Sunblade is a rebel with a cause and his rebellion is against staleness, routine and depending on anyone other than himself. Ah, the American myth of the self-made man, standing without any props, standing strong and tall. Here are Tim’s reflection on his knock-out, sexy babe as he speeds along the highway under an open sky: “I was all for dumping her along the way in a day or so. Now I didn’t know for sure, but I still thought I would, because a woman had no place in my plans.” Even as Tim’s heart pounds with more and more love for Virginia, all the rest of him screams for boundless freedom.
Oh, Virginia! You femme fatale! Tim’s gorgeous lady is a study in contrasts, as refined and elegant as Lauren Bacall but with a wild-crazy-mad streak a mile long. Here she is after a successful big-time, masterful robbery: “She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down along the cream-colored hair, slipping down along her shoulders and body. She was making a noise I never heard come out of a human being. It was a scream that was a whisper with a laugh that was a cry. Over and Over. The noise and the scooping. The slippery, sliding bills against her rigid body.”
Interestingly, it was exactly the above scene that made the deepest impression on prepubescent Jean-Patrick Manchette, the author who would revitalize French crime fiction in the 1970s and have his slim, athletic, fetching thirty-year-old Aimée Joubert in Fatale take a bath with her own stolen bills. Black Wings, a serious novel with serious influence, and New York Review Books (NYRB)'s republication provides a great service in bringing this classic to a wider audience. The NYRB edition also includes a colorful introductory essay by Barry Gifford.
“Virginia was in bed, all frou-froued up in a pink robe with some kind of white fur around the collar. The fur was so silky the air-conditioning made it move. She was eating a thick cube of a kind of candy they call Heavenly Hash in New Orleans, and now and again she took a straight raw sip of bourbon and turned the page of her book.” Did I mention greed, gluttony, lust, freedom and thrills? Black Wings is dripping with it. And since Virginia is such an huge part of each and every chapter, Elliott Chaze’s two hundred page angel is supercharged, a book that can be enjoyed nowadays by both men and women (I mention this since men were definitely the target audience back in 1953).
Lastly, I’d like to extend an especial thank to my Goodreads friend William Donelson for his own inspiring review. If you liked reading my review, you will love reading his – link: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1986503201?book_show_action=false&from...
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This is dire noir stuff. This book apparently fell out of print but was rescued by the New York Review of Books publishers and brought back to life. It’s now got a well-deserved cult following.
The story is told in classic noir style — a flashback told by its main character, who we know from the beginning is going to have a bad end. We don’t learn his real name, Kenneth McLure, until the second half of the book, but we know he has good reason to conceal it. He’s an escapee from Parchman, and it’s not as if he has mended his ways.
Kenneth, called Tim for most of the story, does have a dream. But his dream is a perfect armored car robbery. He meets up with Virginia, apparently herself on the run, although not from prison. show more Virginia is running from New York, where she had been living a fast life as, more or less, a top shelf prostitute.
Virginia and Tim make a great noir couple, bound together by ties of distrust and disloyalty. Tim actually plans to ditch, okay . . . kill, Virginia as soon as she’s worn out her usefulness to him. But Virginia has plans of her own. After Tim retrieves a stash of stolen money, Virginia steals it away from Tim like it was the most natural thing to do (it was).
The sparring goes on until Tim begins to soften. He brings Virginia in on his armored car plot, even though he still has plans to dispose of her when he doesn’t need or want her anymore. Virginia’s not dumb — she knows her situation, she sees Tim’s weaknesses. They play each other, and, in their way, they fall in love.
The armored car robbery is going to involve stealing the loaded armored car, hiding it in a trailer, and ditching it in an abandoned mine shaft. Of course. Tim got the idea from Jeepie, a fellow inmate at Parchman who joined in the escape but was pinned by gunfire on the wall. Jeepie’s violent and ugly death haunts Tim — it’s in his nightmares, both the sleeping ones and the waking ones.
That’s the setup. I won’t go farther. You know it’s not going to end well. It just isn’t. These are massively flawed people, compelled to massively messed up lives.
Chaze’s writing is magnificent. This is pure noirness — the pilot, the style, the characters, the dialogue, the ending. I don’t know why Chaze hasn’t gotten the acclaim of more popular writers like Cornell Woolrich, Patricia Highsmith, Jim Thompson, etc. He belongs in that group, if not for his volume of work, then for the quality of at least this one. I’m going to look for more.
I’ll add just one thing, a question. Why do we like (or maybe it’s just “sympathize” with) characters like Tim and Virginia? These are not good people. show less
The story is told in classic noir style — a flashback told by its main character, who we know from the beginning is going to have a bad end. We don’t learn his real name, Kenneth McLure, until the second half of the book, but we know he has good reason to conceal it. He’s an escapee from Parchman, and it’s not as if he has mended his ways.
Kenneth, called Tim for most of the story, does have a dream. But his dream is a perfect armored car robbery. He meets up with Virginia, apparently herself on the run, although not from prison. show more Virginia is running from New York, where she had been living a fast life as, more or less, a top shelf prostitute.
Virginia and Tim make a great noir couple, bound together by ties of distrust and disloyalty. Tim actually plans to ditch, okay . . . kill, Virginia as soon as she’s worn out her usefulness to him. But Virginia has plans of her own. After Tim retrieves a stash of stolen money, Virginia steals it away from Tim like it was the most natural thing to do (it was).
The sparring goes on until Tim begins to soften. He brings Virginia in on his armored car plot, even though he still has plans to dispose of her when he doesn’t need or want her anymore. Virginia’s not dumb — she knows her situation, she sees Tim’s weaknesses. They play each other, and, in their way, they fall in love.
The armored car robbery is going to involve stealing the loaded armored car, hiding it in a trailer, and ditching it in an abandoned mine shaft. Of course. Tim got the idea from Jeepie, a fellow inmate at Parchman who joined in the escape but was pinned by gunfire on the wall. Jeepie’s violent and ugly death haunts Tim — it’s in his nightmares, both the sleeping ones and the waking ones.
That’s the setup. I won’t go farther. You know it’s not going to end well. It just isn’t. These are massively flawed people, compelled to massively messed up lives.
Chaze’s writing is magnificent. This is pure noirness — the pilot, the style, the characters, the dialogue, the ending. I don’t know why Chaze hasn’t gotten the acclaim of more popular writers like Cornell Woolrich, Patricia Highsmith, Jim Thompson, etc. He belongs in that group, if not for his volume of work, then for the quality of at least this one. I’m going to look for more.
I’ll add just one thing, a question. Why do we like (or maybe it’s just “sympathize” with) characters like Tim and Virginia? These are not good people. show less
Until recently I could count my top pulp novels on one hand even though that hand is missing a finger. That list included:
The Postman Always Rings Twice
Pop. 1280
A Rage in Harlem
Build My Gallows High
Now, though, I need to use the hand that has all five fingers. I have never read anything by Elliott Chaze, haven't even heard of him before, but he wrote one humdinger of a story, even if the title does sound like something created by Yoda. Kenneth is an escaped con with plans for a big score. Virginia is a sultry sister with lavender-gray eyes and a past she's trying hard to outrun. Put them together and the sparks ignite an inferno that destroys everyone it touches.
Don't be a rube. Glom yourself a copy of this book and read it today.
The Postman Always Rings Twice
Pop. 1280
A Rage in Harlem
Build My Gallows High
Now, though, I need to use the hand that has all five fingers. I have never read anything by Elliott Chaze, haven't even heard of him before, but he wrote one humdinger of a story, even if the title does sound like something created by Yoda. Kenneth is an escaped con with plans for a big score. Virginia is a sultry sister with lavender-gray eyes and a past she's trying hard to outrun. Put them together and the sparks ignite an inferno that destroys everyone it touches.
Don't be a rube. Glom yourself a copy of this book and read it today.
"A noir classic," the reviews say, and I can't disagree. Started it on a flight and it grabbed me in such a way that, even though I was very tired, I ended up finishing it on the flight. It pulls you in, throws you in the backseat, and takes off. The hard-driving prose can feel reckless as it hugs the center line, threatening to cross into all-out parody...but it stays on the road and weathers a number of minor scrapes as it heads toward the big crash (you know it's coming, but you can't look away). Gifford (in the introduction) says this is Chaze's best, so I probably won't read more, but I'm glad I picked up on this one.
The best noir stories are filled with sadness and desperation, loneliness, suspicion, and distrust. In Black Wings Has My Angel, Chaze offers us the perfect mix of blues and hardboiledness.
It is the story of two people all alone in this world and filled with an absolute desperate longing to jump naked in piles of cold green cash. There's a society all its own of the really money-hungry people, we are told and here's two of them.
Like Bonnie and Clyde or Starkweather and his young girlfriend, this pair is rootless, drifting, running, trying to grab something better. Tim is a ex-GI, an ex-con, an ex oil rig worker. Virginia has vestiges of upper class speech, lavender eyes, blonde hair, and the best legs in town, but she's only staying show more till the money runs out. He rents her for the night and they take off on a lark. Tim ( or Kenneth) thinks he'll leave her when she stops in the ladies' room at some filling station. She tries to leave him when she has the chance. They're no damn good for each other, but they are almost powerless to walk away.
Tim has a job in mind he's been dreaming about even before he broke out of the penitentiary and she might just be the one to help. And, even when they try middle class life, it's just no good. Virginia says it's just like laying down and going to sleep. She wants to be wild and free. Of course, the tragedy is that all the money in the world doesn't make them free or happy and, just as in every good noir story, they tumble bit by bit into the pits of hell. show less
It is the story of two people all alone in this world and filled with an absolute desperate longing to jump naked in piles of cold green cash. There's a society all its own of the really money-hungry people, we are told and here's two of them.
Like Bonnie and Clyde or Starkweather and his young girlfriend, this pair is rootless, drifting, running, trying to grab something better. Tim is a ex-GI, an ex-con, an ex oil rig worker. Virginia has vestiges of upper class speech, lavender eyes, blonde hair, and the best legs in town, but she's only staying show more till the money runs out. He rents her for the night and they take off on a lark. Tim ( or Kenneth) thinks he'll leave her when she stops in the ladies' room at some filling station. She tries to leave him when she has the chance. They're no damn good for each other, but they are almost powerless to walk away.
Tim has a job in mind he's been dreaming about even before he broke out of the penitentiary and she might just be the one to help. And, even when they try middle class life, it's just no good. Virginia says it's just like laying down and going to sleep. She wants to be wild and free. Of course, the tragedy is that all the money in the world doesn't make them free or happy and, just as in every good noir story, they tumble bit by bit into the pits of hell. show less
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- I'd been roughnecking on a drilling rig in the Atchafayala River for better than sixteen weeks, racking the big silver stems of pipe, lugging the sacks of drilling mud from barge to shore, working with my back and guts and le... (show all)tting my mind coast.
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(Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)I tried to ask them if they had seen Virginia, but they didn't seem to know about her and they began hitting me and it seemed Dooley and one of the other men hit me a great many times before they took me off with them. (chapter 15) - Blurbers
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