Thursday, April 21, 2016
FFB: Nightmare Alley by Wm. Lindsay Gresham
This powerful and creepy 1946 crime novel about the rise and fall of a heartless, phony mind reader knocked me out.
For years, I put off reading Nightmare Alley because I knew and liked the 1947 movie based on the book. The picture, starring Tyrone Power, is one of the great noir films. For that reason, I thought the book would hold no surprises. I was wrong and should have read it much earlier.
Nightmare Alley is the story of Stanton Carlisle and his 20-year journey from a callow youth working for a traveling carnival, trying to learn the tricks of the trade, conning the sexually charged Madame Zeena into teaching him her mind-reading act, running off with Molly, the beautiful teenage orphan of a carny gambler, gaining notoriety as a mind reader himself, earning big money entertaining wealthy patrons, and finally upping his game by passing himself off as a minister who can commune with the dead in order to fleece the very rich and gullible.
Carlisle, a soulless con artist, the product of a strange and brutal upbringing, is haunted by his fears. The title, Nightmare Alley, refers to his recurring dream of running in a dark alley from a nameless, faceless terror pursuing him.
Nearing a mental breakdown, he consults the unscrupulous Dr. Lilith Ritter, an ice-cold psychologist and dominatrix who puts Carlisle literally at her feet. With her support, Carlisle takes the biggest chance of his life, and… Well, I will let you find out for yourself.
Gresham was a very good writer, moving easily from the slick spiel of the carnival barkers to the smooth patter of the phony mind reader, to the seductive religious tones of the spiritualist. He also nails the dialogue and thoughts of the crude cynics, the uneducated country folk, and the upper class. At times Gresham’s prose is as frank and modern as any current novel, and its economy packs quite a punch. Some writers have the ability to charge each page with an energy that sweeps up and propels a reader through a story. Gresham had that and more.
An interesting man, Gresham was an adventurer, going off to fight with the Loyalists in the Spanish Civil War of the 1930s, a writer who turned out stories for the slicks and the pulps in the 1940s and 1950s, and someone with a life-long fascination with magic and the carnival. Near the end of his life – he committed suicide in 1962 at age 53 – Gresham co-wrote a biography of magician Harry Houdini.
Nightmare Alley, with its callous cruelty, frank sexuality and occasional gutter language, may not be for everyone. But anyone who reads it will be rewarded with a well-written and unforgettable tale.
(For more forgotten books, please see Patti Abbot's blog.)
Posted by Elgin Bleecker at 10:32 PM
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An equally chilling and disturbing movie which I have watched several times. Own the book but still have yet to read it. Clearly there is a lot that was purposefully removed for the movie adaptation. Your review has prompted me to drag it off the shelf and descend into its depths.ReplyDelete
One more tidbit about Gresham: his much abused wife Joy Davidman who endured his cheating and drunkenness and cruelty for years later found a much fuller and happier life with C.S. Lewis. Another fascinating story from the literary world of "Believe It or Not!"
John – Thanks for reading the post. I thought the movie was dark until I read the book. I look forward to reading your reaction to the novel.Delete
Gresham's wife married C.S. Lewis and was the "Joy" of his Surprised by Joy.ReplyDelete
From the brief bios on line, Gresham, Joy Davidman, and Lewis seemed like a story as strange as anything Gresham could have invented. Thanks for reading the piece.Delete
Elgin, your review, title, and cover have set off a tantalising aroma about this book. I'd love to read a book that gave me a "shivering chill." I have read those for a long time. William Lindsay Gresham is a new author for me.ReplyDelete