originally published 1946
Dorothy Hughes was a writer for whom I have nothing but the utmost respect. Ride the Pink Horse is the third novel of hers that I've read, following The Expendable Man and In a Lonely Place, and quite frankly, she's never failed to wow me. She is probably best remembered for her In a Lonely Place, since it went on to become a major film starring Humphrey Bogart, and I think that that book tends to eclipse her other work, which is a shame, especially in this case. Ride the Pink Horse is one of the most intense books I've read recently, and while the plot is very simple, the book as a whole is definitely not. Like Patricia Highsmith would do a few years later in her first book, Hughes manages to get us inside the head of her main character and keep us there for the duration. No matter how much we may want out, it ain't happenin' until the last page is turned.
|the author, from Women Crime Writer of the 1940s & 50s|
The main character here, Sailor, has come from Chicago to what he calls a "hick town" along with his fellow bus passengers who he refers to as "yokels," "hayseeds" and "sheep." He's here on a mission: his old boss he calls the Sen, aka "the dirty, double-crossing, lying whoring Senator Willis Douglas," had set up his wife's murder, a guy was arrested and convicted by the Sen's testimony, and was then killed himself. There are only two people who know what really happened to the Sen's wife, and Sailor, who is the other one, had been paid off. The problem is that Sailor was given only a third of what he was owed, so now he's come to collect the rest. He's tired, a mess in rumpled clothes after traveling forever, and when he hits the streets, he comes face to face with his first dilemma: there is nowhere to stay in the town because it's the time of Fiesta. After being told repeatedly at hotel after hotel that there are no rooms, he is forced to count on a low-end hotel "next door to a pool hall," where he was sure they'd take him in. Again -- nothing available. As he walks toward the La Fonda Hotel where the Sen is staying, he's a "ashamed" to ask for a room, since "it was class," and "He wasn't class." His anger grows -- he blames his bad luck on the Sen, resentful and envious that he was "Playing it big, fine clothes, fine car, fine hotels, society blondes." The money he'd get from the Sen would help him start a life where he would be somebody and "live like a prince," -- the plan is to set up his own business in Mexico and "get himself a silver blonde with clean eyes." In fact, knowing that the Sen got a $50,000 payout from his wife's life insurance, Sailor decides that he'll demand more money, and figures the Sen can't refuse. Vowing not to be put off any longer, he plans on doing his business and getting out of this town the next day. Of course, since this is a noir novel, it's not going to be that simple -- and things begin to get complicated when Sailor discovers that the Chicago cop in charge of the Senator's wife's killing is also in town.
While the plot seems simple, the book is actually quite complex. I could seriously talk to anyone about this novel for hours just because there's so much here. Sailor is used to being wronged, used to having doors slam in his face, used to taking a back seat to others, and this has caused to him to become a hateful, spiteful person. His hate extends from people of "class" to people he thinks are beneath him -- the "spics" for example, as he labels the Mexicans who have come to the town for Fiesta. However, he is surprised to find that these people are the only ones in the entire town who actually show him a modicum of kindness. He strikes up an acquaintance with a Mexican man whom he calls "Pancho Villa," who runs the old merry-go-round with the pink horse. Pancho offers him a place to sleep, companionship and other help. Sailor also meets a young Native American girl called Pila, who reminds him of his own past and he does what he can to help her maintain her innocence and her childhood.
Hughes uses the words "loss of identity" and "trapped" more than once here in describing Sailor's inner fears -- he is a man who wants to be somebody, and now that the opportunity is so close he can taste it, he aims to take it and let nothing stand in his way. He feels himself an "outsider who'd wandered into this foreign land; all he had to do was finish his business and get out." For him, the town is an
"alien land, of darkness and silence, of strange tongues and a stranger people, of unfamiliar smells, even the cool-of-night smell unfamiliar"that's causing him "panic,"
"The panic of loneness; of himself the stranger although he was himself unchanged, the creeping loss of identity."But first he has to collect from the Sen and deal with the cop MacIntyre, a man Sailor actually respects, but when it comes to giving Sailor advice, he isn't in the mood to hear it. The Sen, MacIntyre and Sailor eventually find themselves the players in what will be a three-way game of "cat and mouse" , where only one of them can come out the winner.
The titular pink horse, as I said comes from the merry-go-round -- which is a great metaphor for Sailor's life and the future he so desperately wants. How that is I'll leave to others to discover, but to reiterate, this is definitely NOT a book where plot takes center stage. It is not a full on action-packed thriller, and it moves a bit slowly because Hughes invests her time in her people rather than just focusing on crime -- just my kind of book. There are a lot of racial slurs in this book, so beware -- it's very ugly, but then again, I just sort of accept that writers of the 1940s didn't write with modern sensibilities in mind.
Hughes is an excellent writer, and in my opinion, she holds her own against any male author of the time, making it a complete shame that she is not more widely read or appreciated. For readers of vintage fiction written by women, it is an absolute must; I also recommend it for readers of classic noir. I loved this book.