Vintage Crime/Random House, 1989
originally published 1929
There's something very positive to be said about these old novels; this one was written in 1928 and still has a lot of power to entertain. According to one website I visited for background on this book, The Dain Curse first made its appearance in Black Mask magazine as a serial released between October 1928 and January 1929; it was his second Continental Op story after Red Harvest. It may not be Hammett's best, but I still had a lot of fun with it. I mean, seriously -- you have a whacked-out bunch of people involved in a crazy cult, a wealthy drug-addicted, simpering heroine who just might be the victim of a curse, an old house by the sea, a man hiding a secret identity, and of course, a number of murders.
Set in San Francisco, Hammett's unnamed detective, known to readers only as "The Continental Op," is tasked by his company to investigate the reported theft of some diamonds. The diamonds were in the possession of Edgar Leggett when they were stolen; Leggett's daughter Gabrielle may have been a witness. From the getgo, the detective believes it was an inside job, and the opening stages of the investigation lead him to the Temple of the Holy Grail, "the fashionable one just now" run by one of Leggett's friends and frequented by Gabrielle. It's a place where "the right sort of people" go, not a "Holy Roller or House of David sort of thing." After a spending a night in the temple that he'll never forget, one that ends in death, the case moves the Op to a small seaside town where he immediately discovers another yet another body, eventually coming to the realization that he's been pitted against a madman.
|an earlier cover of The Dain Curse
The Dain Curse is twisty, and lots of people die in this story before the killer is discovered, making the crime portion of this book good reading. It isn't as hardboiled as I would have imagined, after reading some of his later novels, but this work was written still quite early in Hammett's career. If you read this novel slowly, you'll also discover that Hammett , via the character of Fitzstephan who writes cheesy novels, seems to be comparing and contrasting the work of a detective (Hammett's earlier, pre-writing occupation) and the work of a writer. If you think about that idea for a moment, it adds a reflective layer to this book that takes it beyond just another crime novel. For example, the two (Fitzstephan and the Op) first meet when the detective was working on a case about phony mediums who had fleeced a woman for a hundred thousand dollars. He was "digging dirt," and Fitzstephan was "plowing the same field for literary material." When they meet up again in San Francisco, and Fitzstephan asks him about what a particular person has been up to, the Op notes that
"We don't do it that way...You're a storywriter. I can't trust you not to build up on what I tell you. I'll save mine till after you've spoken your piece, so yours won't be twisted to fit mine."and then later, in a discussion about how Fitzstephan's business is "with souls and what goes on in them," they have the following exchange, beginning with Fitzstephan:
"Are you -- who make your living snooping -- sneering at my curiosity about people and my attempts to satisfy it?"Yet while these scenes scattered here and there throughout the novel are interesting, the focus is really on the crimes and how the Continental Op arrives at the solution -- and it's a ride that is beyond crazy.
"We're different...I do mine with the object of putting people in jail, and I get paid for it, though not as much as I should."
"That's not different...I do mine with the object of putting people in books, and I get paid for it, though not as much as I should."
Another thing to point out is that this book is filled with racist remarks; not that I condone them but they are a product of the times in which this book was written so keep that in mind as you read. Definitely recommended for those who enjoy vintage crime; cozy readers and strictly police-procedural fans probably wouldn't enjoy it as much. Now I'm going to go back and read Red Harvest ... then make my way through the rest of Hammett's novels that I've missed.