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袠褋褌芯褉懈褟 蟹邪 褋褗写斜芯薪芯褋薪邪褌邪 褋褉械褖邪 薪邪 斜械蟹褋泻褉褍锌褍谢械薪 褋泻懈褌薪懈泻 褋 褎邪褌邪谢薪邪 卸械薪邪 懈 褌褟褏薪邪褌邪 写褉邪屑邪褌懈褔薪邪 谢褞斜芯胁, 锌芯 泻芯褟褌芯 褋邪 蟹邪褋薪械褌懈 褕械褋褌 褎懈谢屑芯胁懈 胁械褉褋懈懈, 斜械蟹 薪懈褌芯 械写薪邪 芯褌 褌褟褏 写邪 褍褋锌械械 写邪 写芯斜谢懈卸懈 褋懈谢邪褌邪 薪邪 芯褉懈谐懈薪邪谢邪.
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First published January 1, 1934
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James M. Cain
164听books858听followersJames Mallahan Cain (July 1, 1892鈥揙ctober 27, 1977) was an American journalist and novelist. Although Cain himself vehemently opposed labeling, he is usually associated with the hard-boiled school of American crime fiction and seen as one of the creators of the "roman noir."
He was born into an Irish Catholic family in Annapolis, Maryland, the son of a prominent educator and an opera singer. He inherited his love for music from his mother, but his high hopes of starting a career as a singer himself were thwarted when she told him that his voice was not good enough.
After graduating from Washington College where his father, James W. Cain served as president, in 1910, he began working as a journalist for The Baltimore Sun.
He was drafted into the United States Army and spent the final year of World War I in France writing for an Army magazine. On his return to the United States he continued working as a journalist, writing editorials for the New York World and articles for American Mercury. He also served briefly as the managing editor of The New Yorker, but later turned to screenplays and finally to fiction.
Although Cain spent many years in Hollywood working on screenplays, his name only appears on the credits of three films, Algiers, Stand Up and Fight, and Gypsy Wildcat.
His first novel (he had already published Our Government in 1930), The Postman Always Rings Twice was published in 1934. Two years later the serialized, in Liberty Magazine, Double Indemnity was published.
He made use of his love of music and of the opera in particular in at least three of his novels: Serenade (about an American opera singer who loses his voice and who, after spending part of his life south of the border, re-enters the States illegally with a Mexican prostitute in tow), Mildred Pierce (in which, as part of the subplot, the only daughter of a successful businesswoman trains as an opera singer) and Career in C Major (a short semi-comic novel about the unhappy husband of an aspiring opera singer who unexpectedly discovered that he has a better voice than she does).
He continued writing up to his death at the age of 85. His last three published works, The Baby in the Icebox (1981), Cloud Nine (1984) and The Enchanted Isle (1985) being published posthumously. However, the many novels he published from the late 1940s onward never quite rivaled his earlier successes.
He was born into an Irish Catholic family in Annapolis, Maryland, the son of a prominent educator and an opera singer. He inherited his love for music from his mother, but his high hopes of starting a career as a singer himself were thwarted when she told him that his voice was not good enough.
After graduating from Washington College where his father, James W. Cain served as president, in 1910, he began working as a journalist for The Baltimore Sun.
He was drafted into the United States Army and spent the final year of World War I in France writing for an Army magazine. On his return to the United States he continued working as a journalist, writing editorials for the New York World and articles for American Mercury. He also served briefly as the managing editor of The New Yorker, but later turned to screenplays and finally to fiction.
Although Cain spent many years in Hollywood working on screenplays, his name only appears on the credits of three films, Algiers, Stand Up and Fight, and Gypsy Wildcat.
His first novel (he had already published Our Government in 1930), The Postman Always Rings Twice was published in 1934. Two years later the serialized, in Liberty Magazine, Double Indemnity was published.
He made use of his love of music and of the opera in particular in at least three of his novels: Serenade (about an American opera singer who loses his voice and who, after spending part of his life south of the border, re-enters the States illegally with a Mexican prostitute in tow), Mildred Pierce (in which, as part of the subplot, the only daughter of a successful businesswoman trains as an opera singer) and Career in C Major (a short semi-comic novel about the unhappy husband of an aspiring opera singer who unexpectedly discovered that he has a better voice than she does).
He continued writing up to his death at the age of 85. His last three published works, The Baby in the Icebox (1981), Cloud Nine (1984) and The Enchanted Isle (1985) being published posthumously. However, the many novels he published from the late 1940s onward never quite rivaled his earlier successes.
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August 9, 2016
Talk about false advertising. I read this thinking it was a manual for postal employees that I could use to study for civil service exam. But it was just a story about some guy who starts sleeping with another man鈥檚 wife and then they decide to kill the husband. It was a pretty good book, but I flunked the test when there weren鈥檛 any questions about plotting a homicide. Oh, and that Kevin Costner movie didn鈥檛 help either.
August 17, 2020
鈥漇tealing a man鈥檚 wife, that鈥檚 nothing, but stealing his car, that鈥檚 larceny.鈥�
John Garfield and Lana Turner in the 1946 movie.
Frank Chambers is a drifter, a man who, when life gets too heavy, catches the next boxcar out of town or puts his thumb out on the nearest highway. Being comfortable or achieving normalcy comes with too much responsibility. He鈥檇 rather bum it than have anyone relying on him.
It all begins with a sandwich in a California diner on a road in the middle of nearly nowhere. Nick 鈥淭he Greek鈥� Papadakis owns the diner and is in need of some help. The Greek offers Frank a job which even though he is broke still sounds like...well..work.
Until he meets Cora.
鈥漈hen I saw her. She had been out back, in the kitchen, but she came in to gather up my dishes. Except for the shape, she really wasn鈥檛 a raving beauty, but she had a sulky look to her, and her lips stuck out in a way that made me want to mash them in for her.鈥�
He takes the job.
Something sparks between them, something desperate, something twisted, something so bad it is good. The first time The Greek leaves them alone, Frank is all over her:
鈥滻 took her in my arms and mashed my mouth up against hers鈥�.'Bite me! Bite me!'
I bit her. I sunk my teeth into her lips so deep I could feel the blood spurt into my mouth. It was running down her neck when I carried her upstairs.鈥�
The steamy kitchen scene from the 1981 movie starring Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson
The pain they inflict on each other in that encounter is only the beginning of this passionate, sadomasochistic relationship with unexpected moments of what could be termed romance. 鈥漈omorrow night, if I come back, there鈥檒l be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.鈥�
Which would all seem very sweet except for the fact that they are planning to kill The Greek. Frank would have never had the ambition for such a deed on his own. His idea is that they just take off, become gypsies, live off the land, but Cora wants to be free, and she also wants the diner.
She is a femme fatale.
鈥淚 ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren鈥檛 drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money鈥檚 worth that night.鈥�
1946 poster for the movie
Frank is caught up in this woman who is game for anything. She lets him do things to her that would have most any other woman screaming for help. It is hard to determine if Cora actually had any feelings for Frank or for The Greek. Certainly, The Greek and Frank liked each other more than Cora liked either of them. Was she playing the game she had to play to get the accomplice she needed? Was the perversion of their relationship something she needed as well? The Greek was too old for her, but Frank as it turns out was not who she needed either.
The trial sequence is convoluted, crafty, and artful as their attorney builds this elaborate defense designed to defeat his frenemy, the prosecutor. He doesn鈥檛 care if they are guilty. He only cares about winning. Frank turns on Cora; Cora turns on Frank (another form of foreplay?) which is all part of the defense attorney's plan to set them free. The ending of the novel certainly seems a commentary by James M. Cain that people do not escape their guilts nor their destinies.
One of the more suggestive movie posters from 1981.
There has been much puzzlement over the title because there is no postman involved in the story or anything that would readily suggest a reason for the title. I鈥檝e been doing some research, and it seems that the most logical explanation that people have come up with is that in this time period when the postman delivered the mail, he would ring the bell on the house once, but if he had a telegram, he would ring twice. Telegrams were expensive, and to receive one generally meant that something bad has happened. The title probably made more sense to people in 1934 than it does to us today. If we accept this explanation, then Cain is warning his audience that nothing good is coming.
This is a terrific noir novel, a prime example of the genre. This book and this writer have certainly had an enduring impact on not only the hard boiled mystery novel, but also on literature and Hollywood. The book has been filmed seven times with most people agreeing that the 1946 version with John Garfield and Lana Turner was the best. The book was banned in Boston for being too sexually violent. There were several scenes that even by contemporary standards had me squirming due to the graphic nature, but I was also reading with a certain amount of awe at the audacity of an author trying to depict the very real, dark aspects of a deranged, desperate relationship. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!
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John Garfield and Lana Turner in the 1946 movie.
Frank Chambers is a drifter, a man who, when life gets too heavy, catches the next boxcar out of town or puts his thumb out on the nearest highway. Being comfortable or achieving normalcy comes with too much responsibility. He鈥檇 rather bum it than have anyone relying on him.
It all begins with a sandwich in a California diner on a road in the middle of nearly nowhere. Nick 鈥淭he Greek鈥� Papadakis owns the diner and is in need of some help. The Greek offers Frank a job which even though he is broke still sounds like...well..work.
Until he meets Cora.
鈥漈hen I saw her. She had been out back, in the kitchen, but she came in to gather up my dishes. Except for the shape, she really wasn鈥檛 a raving beauty, but she had a sulky look to her, and her lips stuck out in a way that made me want to mash them in for her.鈥�
He takes the job.
Something sparks between them, something desperate, something twisted, something so bad it is good. The first time The Greek leaves them alone, Frank is all over her:
鈥滻 took her in my arms and mashed my mouth up against hers鈥�.'Bite me! Bite me!'
I bit her. I sunk my teeth into her lips so deep I could feel the blood spurt into my mouth. It was running down her neck when I carried her upstairs.鈥�
The steamy kitchen scene from the 1981 movie starring Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson
The pain they inflict on each other in that encounter is only the beginning of this passionate, sadomasochistic relationship with unexpected moments of what could be termed romance. 鈥漈omorrow night, if I come back, there鈥檒l be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.鈥�
Which would all seem very sweet except for the fact that they are planning to kill The Greek. Frank would have never had the ambition for such a deed on his own. His idea is that they just take off, become gypsies, live off the land, but Cora wants to be free, and she also wants the diner.
She is a femme fatale.
鈥淚 ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren鈥檛 drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money鈥檚 worth that night.鈥�
1946 poster for the movie
Frank is caught up in this woman who is game for anything. She lets him do things to her that would have most any other woman screaming for help. It is hard to determine if Cora actually had any feelings for Frank or for The Greek. Certainly, The Greek and Frank liked each other more than Cora liked either of them. Was she playing the game she had to play to get the accomplice she needed? Was the perversion of their relationship something she needed as well? The Greek was too old for her, but Frank as it turns out was not who she needed either.
The trial sequence is convoluted, crafty, and artful as their attorney builds this elaborate defense designed to defeat his frenemy, the prosecutor. He doesn鈥檛 care if they are guilty. He only cares about winning. Frank turns on Cora; Cora turns on Frank (another form of foreplay?) which is all part of the defense attorney's plan to set them free. The ending of the novel certainly seems a commentary by James M. Cain that people do not escape their guilts nor their destinies.
One of the more suggestive movie posters from 1981.
There has been much puzzlement over the title because there is no postman involved in the story or anything that would readily suggest a reason for the title. I鈥檝e been doing some research, and it seems that the most logical explanation that people have come up with is that in this time period when the postman delivered the mail, he would ring the bell on the house once, but if he had a telegram, he would ring twice. Telegrams were expensive, and to receive one generally meant that something bad has happened. The title probably made more sense to people in 1934 than it does to us today. If we accept this explanation, then Cain is warning his audience that nothing good is coming.
This is a terrific noir novel, a prime example of the genre. This book and this writer have certainly had an enduring impact on not only the hard boiled mystery novel, but also on literature and Hollywood. The book has been filmed seven times with most people agreeing that the 1946 version with John Garfield and Lana Turner was the best. The book was banned in Boston for being too sexually violent. There were several scenes that even by contemporary standards had me squirming due to the graphic nature, but I was also reading with a certain amount of awe at the audacity of an author trying to depict the very real, dark aspects of a deranged, desperate relationship. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!
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October 12, 2021
The Postman Always Rings Twice, James M.(Mallahan) Cain (1892 - 1977)
The Postman Always Rings Twice is a 1934 crime novel by James M. Cain. The novel was successful and notorious upon publication.
It is regarded as one of the more important crime novels of the 20th century. Fast-moving and brief (only about 100 pages long, depending on the edition), the novel's mix of sexuality and violence was startling in its time and caused it to be banned in Boston.
The story is narrated in the first person by Frank Chambers, a young drifter who stops at a rural California diner for a meal and ends up working there. The diner is operated by a beautiful young woman, Cora, and her much older husband, Nick Papadakis, sometimes called "the Greek". ...
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The Postman Always Rings Twice is a 1934 crime novel by James M. Cain. The novel was successful and notorious upon publication.
It is regarded as one of the more important crime novels of the 20th century. Fast-moving and brief (only about 100 pages long, depending on the edition), the novel's mix of sexuality and violence was startling in its time and caused it to be banned in Boston.
The story is narrated in the first person by Frank Chambers, a young drifter who stops at a rural California diner for a meal and ends up working there. The diner is operated by a beautiful young woman, Cora, and her much older husband, Nick Papadakis, sometimes called "the Greek". ...
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鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 06/08/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 19/07/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
August 11, 2018
I should be embarrassed by how much fun I had reading this. . . but I'm not.
Instead, I feel like I've knocked back five Cuban coffees or finally had that fantasy tryst with the Fiennes brothers.
Wow, am I amped!
This is my second James M. Cain novel (the first being Mildred Pierce鈥攚hich I immediately read twice) and I'm just swooning over the overdrive, over-the-moon, over-the-top quality of the writing here.
There is NOTHING in this skinny novel that screams this will work for you! Quite the opposite. There's almost ZERO character development, the dialogue is almost laughable, and the plot just keeps picking you up and ploinking you down, wherever it wants you to be, beyond reason.
And yet. . . it works. It works. It works. Well, it certainly worked for me.
This is Frank's story, his story of what happens between him and some dame. . . a dame name Cora, whose 鈥渓ips stuck out in a way that made [him] want to mash them in for her.鈥�
He wants to mash them in? Her lips? Wha?? That's so violent!
And Cora wants him to mash them in, too, and she wants him to sock her and rip her and I SHOULD BE TERRIBLY OFFENDED. But, I'm not.
I realized, quickly, that I shouldn't waste my time wondering if this 1934 noir thriller is misogynistic. It's not the point. Neither is the violence (which is silly by today's standards anyway).
To appreciate this story, you've got to just sit back and enjoy the ride.
This is a story of two sick motherfuckers on a fast-paced outlandish journey. . . and I delighted at every moment of its overdone, illogical plot. I literally screamed out in disappointment, when I arrived, far too quickly, at the last page.
Dang it! Don't take my fun away.
Sob. Don't take my fun away!
Instead, I feel like I've knocked back five Cuban coffees or finally had that fantasy tryst with the Fiennes brothers.
Wow, am I amped!
This is my second James M. Cain novel (the first being Mildred Pierce鈥攚hich I immediately read twice) and I'm just swooning over the overdrive, over-the-moon, over-the-top quality of the writing here.
There is NOTHING in this skinny novel that screams this will work for you! Quite the opposite. There's almost ZERO character development, the dialogue is almost laughable, and the plot just keeps picking you up and ploinking you down, wherever it wants you to be, beyond reason.
And yet. . . it works. It works. It works. Well, it certainly worked for me.
This is Frank's story, his story of what happens between him and some dame. . . a dame name Cora, whose 鈥渓ips stuck out in a way that made [him] want to mash them in for her.鈥�
He wants to mash them in? Her lips? Wha?? That's so violent!
And Cora wants him to mash them in, too, and she wants him to sock her and rip her and I SHOULD BE TERRIBLY OFFENDED. But, I'm not.
I realized, quickly, that I shouldn't waste my time wondering if this 1934 noir thriller is misogynistic. It's not the point. Neither is the violence (which is silly by today's standards anyway).
To appreciate this story, you've got to just sit back and enjoy the ride.
This is a story of two sick motherfuckers on a fast-paced outlandish journey. . . and I delighted at every moment of its overdone, illogical plot. I literally screamed out in disappointment, when I arrived, far too quickly, at the last page.
Dang it! Don't take my fun away.
Sob. Don't take my fun away!
March 28, 2024
James M. Cain is a 20th century author whose celebrated works feel alive and deadly, like a black mamba in the wild instead of one stuffed in a museum. Published in 1934, The Postman Always Rings Twice can be read in almost the time the bite from a poisonous snake would be fatal, without the paralysis. What's exciting and often terrifying about Cain's stories are how little it takes for any ordinary, seemingly decent Californian to barrel down the highway of self-destruction. A sprinkle of laziness, a jolt of lust, and baseline greed is all it takes.
The story is the first person account of Frank Chambers, a twenty-four-year-old rambler rambling north from Tia Juana in a hay truck. Tossed out twenty miles from Los Angeles with nothing but the clothes on his back and a consolation cigarette, Frank stops at a roadside sandwich joint called Twin Oaks Tavern, conning his way into a meal courtesy Nick Papadakis, the gregarious Greek who owns the place. Mr. Papadakis is desperate to hire a good man to run the filling station and help around the tavern. Frank informs the Greek he's mulling propositions and will get back to him.
Frank's future firms up when he meets the Greek's wife, Cora. Sulky and dark haired, Cora runs the kitchen with a massive chip on her shoulder, resentful that people like Frank might think her to be Greek or Mexican instead of white. Frank is so wound up by Cora that he can't keep his food down. When a wind storm knocks down the tavern's bulb sign, Frank sells his boss on going to town to have a neon one made. Alone with Cora for the first time, Frank locks the lunchroom and grabs his boss's wife by the arm. Unsatisfied by Frank merely mashing her lips, Cora tells him to bite them. Then they head upstairs.
One day the Greek heard there was a guy up the road undercutting him on gas. He jumped in the car to go see about it. I was in my room when he drove off, and I turned around to dive down in the kitchen. But she was already there, standing in the door.
I went over and looked at her mouth. It was the first chance I had had to see how it was. The swelling was all gone, but you could still see the tooth marks, little blue creases on both lips. I touched them with my fingers. They were soft and damp. I kissed them, but not hard. They were little soft kisses. I had never thought about them before. She stayed until the Greek came back, about an hour. We didn't do anything. We just lay on the bed. She kept rumpling my hair, and looking up at the ceiling, like she was thinking.
"You like blueberry pie?"
"I don't know. Yeah. I guess so."
"I'll make you some."
Cora Papadakis, n茅e Smith, reveals to Frank that she came to L.A. by way of Des Moines. Like many, she gave up on a career in pictures and ended up in a hash house, where the Greek rescued her. Feeling the call of the road, Frank asks his boss's wife to run away with him, but for Cora, the road only leads back to the hash house. She has a better idea and asks Frank to help her. Improvising a blackjack out of a sugar bag and ball bearings, Frank has Cora knock the Greek unconscious during his Saturday night wash. At the moment she's to push him under and drown him, a state cop catches Frank in his headlights outside the tavern and stops.
Realizing a drowned husband would look too conspicuous now, Frank has Cora phone an ambulance. The lovers get lucky when a cat fried itself on the fuse box and cut electricity at the moment the Greek felt himself knocked out. The fuse box and dead cat also satisfies the curiosity of the state cop suspicious of Frank's behavior and his story. Scared off by how close they came to getting caught, Frank hits the road again. After stopping in San Bernardino to hustle pool, he runs into Mr. Papadakis, a bit sore at Frank for running out on him but as gregarious as ever. Unable to get Cora off his mind, Frank returns to work at the tavern.
Puffed up by his press coverage, Mr. Papadakis invites both his wife and Frank on a trip to Santa Barbara. Still at impasse over whether to hit the road or knock off the Greek, the lovers switch gears. Instead of plotting the perfect murder, they plan one so incriminating that they just might get away with it. The vehicle rollover made to look like the Greek broke his neck also breaks Frank's arm, but the D.A. doesn't buy it, discovering that Papadakis took out a big insurance policy on himself before the accident. It turns out that keeping the truth from a jury is simple compared to Frank and Cora keeping the truth from each other.
I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders i snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren't drawn up and pointing up and me, but soft, and spread out in two pink splotches. She looked like the great-grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.
We kept that up for six months. We kept it up, and it was always the same way. We'd have a fight, and I'd reach for the bottle. What we had the fights about was going away. We couldn't leave the state until the suspended sentence was up, but after that I meant we should blow. I didn't tell her, but I wanted her a long way from Sackett. I was afraid if she got sore at me for something, she'd go off her nut and spill it like she had that other time, after the arraignment. I didn't trust her for a minute. At first, she was all hot for going too, specially when I got talking about Hawaii and the South Seas, but then the money began to roll in.
The quality that appeals to me most about The Postman Always Rings Twice (aside from the terrific title, which suggests none of us can dodge our comeuppance) is how harrowing it is. Set during the Great Depression, the story reflects a time when young men hit the road with no idea where their next meal would come from and young women were trapped in marriages they could no more walk out on than they could become tramps themselves. Living moment to moment, in desperation, anything can happen. A masterful wordsmith, Cain puts the reader right there.
I caught a ride to San Bernardino. It's a railroad town, and I was going to hop a freight east. But I didn't do it. I ran into a guy in a poolroom, and began playing him one ball in the side. He was the greatest job in the way of a sucker that God ever turned out, because he had a friend that could really play. The only trouble with him was, he couldn't play good enough. I hung around with the pair of them a couple of weeks, and took $250 off them, all they had, and then I had to beat it out of town quick.
I caught a truck for Mexicali, and then I got to thinking about my $250, and how with that much money we could go to the beach and sell hot dogs or something until we got a stake to take a crack at something bigger. So I dropped off, and caught a ride back to Glendale. I began hanging around the market where they bought their stuff, hoping I would bump into her. I even called her up a couple of times, but the Greek answered and I had to make out it was a wrong number.
Rather than need to be dusted off, Cain taps into urges I related to. Restlessness, lust, greed, drunkenness, love. His story surges forward on these emotions, bottlenecking with a few pages of inside detail about insurance companies that Cora's attorney dumps on Frank. Cain rebounds with a climax that had my heart in my throat. His haunting tale has provided the source material for two U.S. film versions, one in 1946 starring Lana Turner and John Garfield and the other in 1981 starring Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange. Both Cain's novella and its two films were notorious at the time but are only mildly erotic by today's standards.
Length: 28,561 words
The story is the first person account of Frank Chambers, a twenty-four-year-old rambler rambling north from Tia Juana in a hay truck. Tossed out twenty miles from Los Angeles with nothing but the clothes on his back and a consolation cigarette, Frank stops at a roadside sandwich joint called Twin Oaks Tavern, conning his way into a meal courtesy Nick Papadakis, the gregarious Greek who owns the place. Mr. Papadakis is desperate to hire a good man to run the filling station and help around the tavern. Frank informs the Greek he's mulling propositions and will get back to him.
Frank's future firms up when he meets the Greek's wife, Cora. Sulky and dark haired, Cora runs the kitchen with a massive chip on her shoulder, resentful that people like Frank might think her to be Greek or Mexican instead of white. Frank is so wound up by Cora that he can't keep his food down. When a wind storm knocks down the tavern's bulb sign, Frank sells his boss on going to town to have a neon one made. Alone with Cora for the first time, Frank locks the lunchroom and grabs his boss's wife by the arm. Unsatisfied by Frank merely mashing her lips, Cora tells him to bite them. Then they head upstairs.
One day the Greek heard there was a guy up the road undercutting him on gas. He jumped in the car to go see about it. I was in my room when he drove off, and I turned around to dive down in the kitchen. But she was already there, standing in the door.
I went over and looked at her mouth. It was the first chance I had had to see how it was. The swelling was all gone, but you could still see the tooth marks, little blue creases on both lips. I touched them with my fingers. They were soft and damp. I kissed them, but not hard. They were little soft kisses. I had never thought about them before. She stayed until the Greek came back, about an hour. We didn't do anything. We just lay on the bed. She kept rumpling my hair, and looking up at the ceiling, like she was thinking.
"You like blueberry pie?"
"I don't know. Yeah. I guess so."
"I'll make you some."
Cora Papadakis, n茅e Smith, reveals to Frank that she came to L.A. by way of Des Moines. Like many, she gave up on a career in pictures and ended up in a hash house, where the Greek rescued her. Feeling the call of the road, Frank asks his boss's wife to run away with him, but for Cora, the road only leads back to the hash house. She has a better idea and asks Frank to help her. Improvising a blackjack out of a sugar bag and ball bearings, Frank has Cora knock the Greek unconscious during his Saturday night wash. At the moment she's to push him under and drown him, a state cop catches Frank in his headlights outside the tavern and stops.
Realizing a drowned husband would look too conspicuous now, Frank has Cora phone an ambulance. The lovers get lucky when a cat fried itself on the fuse box and cut electricity at the moment the Greek felt himself knocked out. The fuse box and dead cat also satisfies the curiosity of the state cop suspicious of Frank's behavior and his story. Scared off by how close they came to getting caught, Frank hits the road again. After stopping in San Bernardino to hustle pool, he runs into Mr. Papadakis, a bit sore at Frank for running out on him but as gregarious as ever. Unable to get Cora off his mind, Frank returns to work at the tavern.
Puffed up by his press coverage, Mr. Papadakis invites both his wife and Frank on a trip to Santa Barbara. Still at impasse over whether to hit the road or knock off the Greek, the lovers switch gears. Instead of plotting the perfect murder, they plan one so incriminating that they just might get away with it. The vehicle rollover made to look like the Greek broke his neck also breaks Frank's arm, but the D.A. doesn't buy it, discovering that Papadakis took out a big insurance policy on himself before the accident. It turns out that keeping the truth from a jury is simple compared to Frank and Cora keeping the truth from each other.
I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders i snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren't drawn up and pointing up and me, but soft, and spread out in two pink splotches. She looked like the great-grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.
We kept that up for six months. We kept it up, and it was always the same way. We'd have a fight, and I'd reach for the bottle. What we had the fights about was going away. We couldn't leave the state until the suspended sentence was up, but after that I meant we should blow. I didn't tell her, but I wanted her a long way from Sackett. I was afraid if she got sore at me for something, she'd go off her nut and spill it like she had that other time, after the arraignment. I didn't trust her for a minute. At first, she was all hot for going too, specially when I got talking about Hawaii and the South Seas, but then the money began to roll in.
The quality that appeals to me most about The Postman Always Rings Twice (aside from the terrific title, which suggests none of us can dodge our comeuppance) is how harrowing it is. Set during the Great Depression, the story reflects a time when young men hit the road with no idea where their next meal would come from and young women were trapped in marriages they could no more walk out on than they could become tramps themselves. Living moment to moment, in desperation, anything can happen. A masterful wordsmith, Cain puts the reader right there.
I caught a ride to San Bernardino. It's a railroad town, and I was going to hop a freight east. But I didn't do it. I ran into a guy in a poolroom, and began playing him one ball in the side. He was the greatest job in the way of a sucker that God ever turned out, because he had a friend that could really play. The only trouble with him was, he couldn't play good enough. I hung around with the pair of them a couple of weeks, and took $250 off them, all they had, and then I had to beat it out of town quick.
I caught a truck for Mexicali, and then I got to thinking about my $250, and how with that much money we could go to the beach and sell hot dogs or something until we got a stake to take a crack at something bigger. So I dropped off, and caught a ride back to Glendale. I began hanging around the market where they bought their stuff, hoping I would bump into her. I even called her up a couple of times, but the Greek answered and I had to make out it was a wrong number.
Rather than need to be dusted off, Cain taps into urges I related to. Restlessness, lust, greed, drunkenness, love. His story surges forward on these emotions, bottlenecking with a few pages of inside detail about insurance companies that Cora's attorney dumps on Frank. Cain rebounds with a climax that had my heart in my throat. His haunting tale has provided the source material for two U.S. film versions, one in 1946 starring Lana Turner and John Garfield and the other in 1981 starring Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange. Both Cain's novella and its two films were notorious at the time but are only mildly erotic by today's standards.
Length: 28,561 words
March 26, 2022
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A classic crime novel. An exceptional setting. It highlights, above all, the plot that James M. Cain weave based on the trio of characters and how the fence is tightening on a tragic fate.
A classic crime novel. An exceptional setting. It highlights, above all, the plot that James M. Cain weave based on the trio of characters and how the fence is tightening on a tragic fate.
June 11, 2017
James M Cain's The Postman Always Rings Twice is a fun, racy hard boiled crime noir classic. First published in 1934 and banned in many places for its provocative scenes, the novella is a fun read full of memorable scenes. Albert Camus used this story as his basis for The Stranger, propelling Cain into the limelight. Later, Cain wrote Double Indemnity, cementing his place as a successful noir writer. Yet, it is for Postman that he is best remembered.
Frank Chambers is a con artist and a bum who is unable to remain in the same city long enough to settle down. His wanderings have gotten him into trouble with the law at many of his stops and finally he is looking to start anew, or so he has us believe. Outside of Los Angeles, he stops at Nick Papadakis' roadside restaurant, and enjoys it so much, that Papadakis offers him a job. The real reason Chambers desires employment: Papadakis' lusty wife Cora, who Chambers is determined to have for himself.
It turns out that Cora is as much of a scamp as Frank is. The two were meant for each other and they develop one crazy scam after another in an attempt to get Nick out of the picture. Papadakis is a hard working Greek immigrant who is determined to achieve the American dream. Even his roadside stop is a melding of Greek and American culture, and one feels sorry for him in his role in this story. Yet, Nick's plight matters little to Frank and Cora as they work hard to get him out of the picture and cash in on his success. The novella reads fast to see where these hare brained schemes lead the couple.
The protagonists end up in and out of trouble with the police as they work to get both Nick out of the way and the cops off their tale. In the interim there are many steamy bedroom scenes for which this novella was originally banned. Between the bedroom moments and run ins with the cops, Cain has created a memorable story that will remain as a classic in noir literature. It was a fast, fun read for an afternoon, and a solid 4 stars.
Frank Chambers is a con artist and a bum who is unable to remain in the same city long enough to settle down. His wanderings have gotten him into trouble with the law at many of his stops and finally he is looking to start anew, or so he has us believe. Outside of Los Angeles, he stops at Nick Papadakis' roadside restaurant, and enjoys it so much, that Papadakis offers him a job. The real reason Chambers desires employment: Papadakis' lusty wife Cora, who Chambers is determined to have for himself.
It turns out that Cora is as much of a scamp as Frank is. The two were meant for each other and they develop one crazy scam after another in an attempt to get Nick out of the picture. Papadakis is a hard working Greek immigrant who is determined to achieve the American dream. Even his roadside stop is a melding of Greek and American culture, and one feels sorry for him in his role in this story. Yet, Nick's plight matters little to Frank and Cora as they work hard to get him out of the picture and cash in on his success. The novella reads fast to see where these hare brained schemes lead the couple.
The protagonists end up in and out of trouble with the police as they work to get both Nick out of the way and the cops off their tale. In the interim there are many steamy bedroom scenes for which this novella was originally banned. Between the bedroom moments and run ins with the cops, Cain has created a memorable story that will remain as a classic in noir literature. It was a fast, fun read for an afternoon, and a solid 4 stars.
July 28, 2014
Don't you love it when something you've heard about for ages turns out to be really good, but in a delightfully different way than expected? ...What do you mean, "no"? Go to hell!
I've been laboring under the misapprehension that this was a play about a killer mail carrier. Maybe that's because I grew up in a time when the phrase "going postal" was coined. (In a sidebar: Isn't it great how the English language is still evolving to incorporate new words and phrases?!) My mother had just recently joined the ranks of those crazy bastards and as the years progressed her bouts with pms turned our house into the Rumble in the Jungle once a month, so I readily expected her to go fully postal. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. It turns out the title is just allegorical!
The Postman Always Rings Twice is a taut noir about a drifter who thinks he's the sharpest knife in the draw. He snatches up a job in one of those highwayside nothings that you can still find out there in the California desert near the Arizona border. The drifter latches on to the wife of the goodly Greek gas station/diner owner. The wife hasn't realized her western dreams. The drifter is always looking for some easy scratch. A plot is hatched and nothing goes as you think it will.
That's the beauty of this aging novel: the surprises it still holds after all these years. After all the pulp crime dramas churned out for decade upon decade now, The Postman Always Ring Twice can still ring yer bell, toots.
I've been laboring under the misapprehension that this was a play about a killer mail carrier. Maybe that's because I grew up in a time when the phrase "going postal" was coined. (In a sidebar: Isn't it great how the English language is still evolving to incorporate new words and phrases?!) My mother had just recently joined the ranks of those crazy bastards and as the years progressed her bouts with pms turned our house into the Rumble in the Jungle once a month, so I readily expected her to go fully postal. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. It turns out the title is just allegorical!
The Postman Always Rings Twice is a taut noir about a drifter who thinks he's the sharpest knife in the draw. He snatches up a job in one of those highwayside nothings that you can still find out there in the California desert near the Arizona border. The drifter latches on to the wife of the goodly Greek gas station/diner owner. The wife hasn't realized her western dreams. The drifter is always looking for some easy scratch. A plot is hatched and nothing goes as you think it will.
That's the beauty of this aging novel: the surprises it still holds after all these years. After all the pulp crime dramas churned out for decade upon decade now, The Postman Always Ring Twice can still ring yer bell, toots.
September 17, 2020
The Postman Always Rings Twice may be lurid and pulpy, yes, but it is by no means lowbrow. On the surface it鈥檚 a campy, titillating noir full of sex and murder, but it also serves up some pretty savage existentialism and social commentary.
Some may point to the racism and anti-immigrant feeling in this 1934 novel as signs it has aged poorly鈥擨 disagree. The toxic xenophobia on display here is exactly the point.
There鈥檚 a huge gulf between Nick Papadakis鈥攁 decent guy whose only fault is to be overly trusting鈥攁nd the way his wife Cora describes him: 鈥業 hate that Greek鈥�, she says 鈥榟e鈥檚 greasy and he stinks鈥�. Her lover Frank, the hardened drifter who narrates this sordid tale, refers to Nick throughout as 鈥榯he Greek鈥� despite clearly knowing his name.
We鈥檙e not supposed to sympathise with these two; like everyone else involved (except for Nick) they are despicable, morally bankrupt characters. Murder, corruption, grift鈥攖hese are bad people doing bad things, and this novel鈥檚 not making any excuses for them.
As white Americans on the skids, Frank and Cora resent Nick鈥檚 success as a small business owner. Why should Nick have silk shirts when Frank has nothing? When Cora, a former Midwestern beauty queen, is made to feel like a 鈥榗heap Des Moines trollop鈥�? This is Americana gone rancid:
鈥淚鈥檓 so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river.鈥�
It鈥檚 equally cutting on marriage, the justice system and capitalism. Frank may be a two-bit swindler but it turns out he鈥檚 not so different from the besuited insurance guys with an 鈥榠nterest鈥� in his criminal case.
The prose style has been parodied to death by now, a detached first-person vernacular that antecedes Holden Caulfield and includes some great one-liners:
鈥淪tealing a man鈥檚 wife, that鈥檚 nothing, but stealing his car, that鈥檚 larceny.鈥�
There鈥檚 no justice or redemption to be found in this pitch-black noir, but there is karmic comeuppance. For Frank and Cora, crime absolutely does pay, but fate will still get you in the end. If not on the first ring, then on the second.
Some may point to the racism and anti-immigrant feeling in this 1934 novel as signs it has aged poorly鈥擨 disagree. The toxic xenophobia on display here is exactly the point.
There鈥檚 a huge gulf between Nick Papadakis鈥攁 decent guy whose only fault is to be overly trusting鈥攁nd the way his wife Cora describes him: 鈥業 hate that Greek鈥�, she says 鈥榟e鈥檚 greasy and he stinks鈥�. Her lover Frank, the hardened drifter who narrates this sordid tale, refers to Nick throughout as 鈥榯he Greek鈥� despite clearly knowing his name.
We鈥檙e not supposed to sympathise with these two; like everyone else involved (except for Nick) they are despicable, morally bankrupt characters. Murder, corruption, grift鈥攖hese are bad people doing bad things, and this novel鈥檚 not making any excuses for them.
As white Americans on the skids, Frank and Cora resent Nick鈥檚 success as a small business owner. Why should Nick have silk shirts when Frank has nothing? When Cora, a former Midwestern beauty queen, is made to feel like a 鈥榗heap Des Moines trollop鈥�? This is Americana gone rancid:
鈥淚鈥檓 so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river.鈥�
It鈥檚 equally cutting on marriage, the justice system and capitalism. Frank may be a two-bit swindler but it turns out he鈥檚 not so different from the besuited insurance guys with an 鈥榠nterest鈥� in his criminal case.
The prose style has been parodied to death by now, a detached first-person vernacular that antecedes Holden Caulfield and includes some great one-liners:
鈥淪tealing a man鈥檚 wife, that鈥檚 nothing, but stealing his car, that鈥檚 larceny.鈥�
There鈥檚 no justice or redemption to be found in this pitch-black noir, but there is karmic comeuppance. For Frank and Cora, crime absolutely does pay, but fate will still get you in the end. If not on the first ring, then on the second.
December 26, 2017
Desensitized.
I think that鈥檚 why James M. Cain鈥檚 important 1934 crime novella is not more relevant today. After decades of infidelity and violence, the shocking events Cain describes are just not as disturbing now as they were in the 30s. When this came out there were charges of obscenity and the book was banned in some locations. These days, flip a few channels on TV and you鈥檒l see worse. Hell, kids are playing games where there are more sexuality and violence.
But back in the day, this was edgy and original and dangerous. Cain鈥檚 minimalistic tale of deceit and clandestine brutality influenced scores of novels and media since. This has been adopted to film seven times. I saw the 1981 version starring Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange and I thought it was mildly pornographic. From 鈥�81 til now even that description has been diluted.
Still a good story and worth the small investment in time (approximately 100 pages) to read some very early and influential noir.
I think that鈥檚 why James M. Cain鈥檚 important 1934 crime novella is not more relevant today. After decades of infidelity and violence, the shocking events Cain describes are just not as disturbing now as they were in the 30s. When this came out there were charges of obscenity and the book was banned in some locations. These days, flip a few channels on TV and you鈥檒l see worse. Hell, kids are playing games where there are more sexuality and violence.
But back in the day, this was edgy and original and dangerous. Cain鈥檚 minimalistic tale of deceit and clandestine brutality influenced scores of novels and media since. This has been adopted to film seven times. I saw the 1981 version starring Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange and I thought it was mildly pornographic. From 鈥�81 til now even that description has been diluted.
Still a good story and worth the small investment in time (approximately 100 pages) to read some very early and influential noir.
November 9, 2019
An astounding achievement of 20th century Feminism... Psych! It's absolutely the opposite of that...
Taut, tense, and with a lightning-speed pace, this is a seminal work by Cain. Its also a bit elementary, less wordy than the similar noir "The Butterfly" though not as epic (or precious, or memorable) as (my personal favorite) "Mildred Pierce."
Taut, tense, and with a lightning-speed pace, this is a seminal work by Cain. Its also a bit elementary, less wordy than the similar noir "The Butterfly" though not as epic (or precious, or memorable) as (my personal favorite) "Mildred Pierce."
September 14, 2024
I have seen a couple film versions of this 1934 noir novel and had maybe never read it. It鈥檚 steamy in the beginning, implicating us as readers happily into a hot affair. Then some bad stuff happens that we may not entirely endorse, but we鈥檙e already hooked. We鈥檝e slept with them and now we can鈥檛 get loose. This is a nasty little story about a guy who owns a gas station, and a woman who is unhappily married to him. A drifter shows up, and things very quickly go downhill. The drifter and the wife go crazy for each other, and do some crazy things. None of the people are worth a damn in the story; all are compromised, on the make, on the take. But we can't look away.
This is not a whodunit. We know whodunit. And it's not about working out the dirty little details hidden in the dark. We see everything that is going on and how the devilish duo are talking it through. We're just along for the ride, watching a slow car crash as it happens. Well, not that slow, as the audio version I listened to in the past 24 hours was less than 3 hours long. Quick and dirty, a tale of erotic obsession and murder. Noir, in the gutter, with the equivalent of pond scum for human characters. But it鈥檚 a great novel, it really is! Wasn't Macbeth a great story, featuring a deeply flawed couple? This has echoes of (a minimalist) Crime and Punishment, with that 鈥渨e are of course going to get away with it鈥� feel as with C&P and even a similar moral turn at the end!
Here鈥檚 some typically noir-ish quotations:
鈥淟ove, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.鈥�
鈥淪tealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.鈥�
鈥淭omorrow night, if I come back, there'll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.鈥�
鈥淲e鈥檙e just two punks, Frank. God kissed us on the brow that night. He gave us all that two people can ever have and we just weren鈥檛 the kind that could have it. [I]t鈥檚 a big airplane engine, that takes you through the sky, right up to the top of the mountain. But when you put it in a Ford, it just shakes it to pieces. That鈥檚 what we are, Frank, a couple of Fords.鈥�
Haw! Love it! A couple of Fords!
I liked it a lot, and plan to re-see a couple film versions of the book soon, just ordered, the Garfield and Nicholson versions. And I had forgotten it influenced Camus in his writing of The Stranger. That amoral existentialist-killer vibe. Ooh, this is good.
Spoiler alert: There is no postman in this book!
This is not a whodunit. We know whodunit. And it's not about working out the dirty little details hidden in the dark. We see everything that is going on and how the devilish duo are talking it through. We're just along for the ride, watching a slow car crash as it happens. Well, not that slow, as the audio version I listened to in the past 24 hours was less than 3 hours long. Quick and dirty, a tale of erotic obsession and murder. Noir, in the gutter, with the equivalent of pond scum for human characters. But it鈥檚 a great novel, it really is! Wasn't Macbeth a great story, featuring a deeply flawed couple? This has echoes of (a minimalist) Crime and Punishment, with that 鈥渨e are of course going to get away with it鈥� feel as with C&P and even a similar moral turn at the end!
Here鈥檚 some typically noir-ish quotations:
鈥淟ove, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.鈥�
鈥淪tealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.鈥�
鈥淭omorrow night, if I come back, there'll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.鈥�
鈥淲e鈥檙e just two punks, Frank. God kissed us on the brow that night. He gave us all that two people can ever have and we just weren鈥檛 the kind that could have it. [I]t鈥檚 a big airplane engine, that takes you through the sky, right up to the top of the mountain. But when you put it in a Ford, it just shakes it to pieces. That鈥檚 what we are, Frank, a couple of Fords.鈥�
Haw! Love it! A couple of Fords!
I liked it a lot, and plan to re-see a couple film versions of the book soon, just ordered, the Garfield and Nicholson versions. And I had forgotten it influenced Camus in his writing of The Stranger. That amoral existentialist-killer vibe. Ooh, this is good.
Spoiler alert: There is no postman in this book!
February 18, 2017
4+ Stars ANOTHER good one by Cain......ANOTHER surprise ending......
I vaguely remember the movie with Nicholson and Lange as being hot and steamy, but the words "we did plenty" is about as hot and steamy as it gets here in THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE.
Cain sure could write hard-boiled crime though, and crime is what you get plenty of in this 1934 classic!
Zoomed right through it!
February 20, 2024
"We thought we were on top of a mountain that night. That wasn't it. It's on top of us, and that's where it's been ever since that night."
3.5 猸�'s
Initial Thoughts
One of my priorities for 2024 is to read some classic crime and I thought why not start with James M. Cain's 'The Postman Always Rings Twice.' It's a story that's been immortalised on the big screen more than once, most notably in the 1981 version starring Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange. Although I consider myself a movie buff I've not seen any of them, I'm ashamed to admit. But if I end up enjoying this one it's something I intend to put right.
But enough about the movies...this site is about books god damn it! And this one was written all the way back in 1934. Cain's first novel no less in a golden age for crime fiction. It caused a little bit of a sensation when it did due to it's graphic content, featuring rough sex and tasty violence. How that holds up by today's depraved standards remains to be seen. Why not join me in finding out?
The Story
The story starts in 1930's LA and follows Frank Chambers, a drifter who makes a living as a petty con artist and gambler. When he wanders into a diner and sets his eyes on the smoking Cora he decides to stick around and gets a job working for her dimwitted husband, Nick, who owns said diner.
It's a mistake Nick is going to soon regret as neither Frank or Cora have a shred of moral fibre between them and are soon plotting to kill him, in between their numerous rounds of violent love making. This sets off an ugly chain of events that you just know is not going to end well for anyone. And that's the nuts and bolts of this pretty compelling tale that explores the darker aspects of human nature.
The Writing
This was first published in 1934 and was actually banned in Boston for its graphic content. It's pretty tame by today's standards, but that just goes to show how far we've moved along as a society in terms of our depraved appetite for sex and violence.
"But love, when you get fear in it, it's not live any more. It's hate."
The style is punchy with a stripped down narrative that gets straight to the point and hits hard. Cain is not going to blow you away with evocative descriptions or poetic language. But it suits this style of story and sets the tone. This is crime noir after all and there's very little light to be found amongst all the filth and corruption.
It's more a novella than a full novel, at only one hundred and sixteen pages. As a result it's a quick read that you can blast through in one or two sittings. Still, after a strong start, I did think the story dipped a bit at the midpoint and did loose my interest slightly.
The Characters
Although The Postman Always Rings Twice is regarded as a classic crime novel, it's not what you'd expect. It doesn't follow your standard detective and instead goes for a reprehensible and immoral deadbeat in Frank. And I got to admit, I enjoyed this aspect as it really did add a different dimension to this story. Like taking a walk on the wild side.
And despite being a luscious beauty, Cora was no better. An equally repulsive character with no redeeming features. Her relationship with Frank was anything but the norm and the type of romance I can get behind. Now if only I can get her number!
"She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night."
Final Thoughts
I've read some absolutely great books lately and although I enjoyed the Postman Always Rings Twice, it did pale in comparison. Despite this, I can understand why this is a classic and at the time it was written it's something that would have stood out with it's hard hitting content and dark outlook.
Because it's a quick read, it's a perfect for those who are short on time. That's me at the minute so I really appreciated it didn't take me all day to get through. My main complaint though is that there was no postman in the entire story. Talk about false advertising. I feel really let down.
Thanks for reading and...cheers!
James M. Cain
February 11, 2012
Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny. ~The Postman Always Rings TwiceIf Noir can be said to have a cold, black heart it鈥檚 Postman that provided the juice to electroshock it into a beating, breathing existence. It is without a doubt one of the most important crime novels of the 20th century (of any century really) and has gone on to influence entire generations of writers and filmmakers. As a debut, it shocked, titillated and disgusted, banned upon publication in Boston and in Canada. Before I even knew anything about this book, or the films that were based on it, I adored that title. To this day, it remains one of my favourites.
What Cain accomplishes in just a mere 100 pages is impressive. He finds the voice of the common man, and the dark and dangerous shortcut to greed, lust, and violence. More than anything, Cain understands how easily man is corrupted, how easily he can corrupt others, like an infection. And I use 鈥渕an鈥� here in the generic sense encompassing both genders, because when it comes to villains and black hearts, Cain is an equal opportunist.
Entire books and dissertations have been written about Cain鈥檚 women 鈥� the good, the bad, the rampant sexism, the alleged misogyny 鈥� whatever. Cain鈥檚 characters don鈥檛 bleed political correctness that's obvious 鈥� what they are is a symbol of their time and circumstances 鈥� hewed from harshness, beacons of egocentrism, proprietors of antisocialism. The women like to be smacked around a little (it helps get them in the mood), and the men are only too willing to oblige the ladies in that regard. Men aren't asking for what ought to be freely given, and should it be denied to them, why... they'll just take it anyway, won't they?
Based on all of this, Postman easily garners five stars, so why am I only giving it four? My only hesitation stems from this: I just didn鈥檛 enjoy it as much as . Neither Frank nor Cora drew me in to quite the same extent that Walter and Phyllis did 鈥� the former are cold, dislikable and a bit icky, whereas the latter duo are fascinating in their terribleness and villainy. They are even sympathetic in their own messed up way 鈥� whereas Frank and Cora felt like reptiles crawling on their bellies, sniffing for a blood meal. Plus, Phyllis is simply an awe-inspiring, terrifying creation 鈥� a walking, talking sociopath before the term was even widely known. She is quiet, sexy, subtle and deranged -- I love her.
Having said that, Postman is lean and mean hard-boiled pulp fiction and you gotta respect that. It鈥檚 not shy about going for the jugular with absolutely no foreplay. But Cain doesn鈥檛 need it, requiring so little time and so few words to get the reader foaming at the mouth -- when he鈥檚 ready to go, so are you. This is a must-read, but you know that already.
April 27, 2023
a subversive noir about karma. one of my favourites. this is a quick easy read that tells a twisty turny story about what happens when two lowlife sociopaths fall in love. partly black comedy, partly a window into narcassim.
with zero fat in the narrative, this would be james m cain鈥檚 greatest achievement if double indemnity and a handful of other great books by him didn鈥檛 also exist. the guy could write, to say the least. a writer who was especially adept at unredeemable but fascinating characters who you couldn鈥檛 stop reading about despite themselves.
and yes, the ending is pitch perfect and may even elicit an ironic laugh or two.
with zero fat in the narrative, this would be james m cain鈥檚 greatest achievement if double indemnity and a handful of other great books by him didn鈥檛 also exist. the guy could write, to say the least. a writer who was especially adept at unredeemable but fascinating characters who you couldn鈥檛 stop reading about despite themselves.
and yes, the ending is pitch perfect and may even elicit an ironic laugh or two.
February 15, 2024
When desire is caged it often lashes out...this story illustrates the violence that can be caged in the human heart for years - trapping any hope of happiness even when set free. Two 'drowning' people who are clinging to each other; but they are struggling so hard that they are taking each other down deeper and deeper into the abyss.
August 21, 2016
"Tomorrow night, if I come back, there'll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death."With the one-two punch publication of both this novel and the serialized version of Double Indemnity in the mid-1930's, James M. Cain truly popularized what we know of now as being the hard-boiled sub-genre of roman noir in American fiction, a long time before the term was even coined. Since it's publication, this book has spawned so many copycats, and inspired so many writers and an entire genre of movies that it's story of a man falling for a femme fatale, their descent into crime, and their eventual doom is kind of a clich茅 at this point. But even to this day, over 80 years later, very few have been able to match the intensity of both this and Indemnity.
Except for the shape, she really wasn't any raving beauty, but she had a sulky look to her, and her lips stuck out in a way that made me want to mash them in for her.I initially thought that this was better than Indemnity but now on my second reading, I saw that while it's still great, and still has a stellar, superior ending, Postman pales a bit in comparison. But it's still stronger and tighter than many books in its genre and beyond. It's a little over 100 pages of high tragedy as we witness these two emotionally weak but determined characters dig themselves deeper into a hole of self-destruction and form a bond started by love and transformed into hate, a bond that they realize will never be broken, no matter how much they want out. Can anyone else think of any flawed couples like this in recent bestselling fiction? Of course you can. Yep, and it all started with The Postman Always Rings Twice.
I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren鈥檛 drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money鈥檚 worth that night.
January 14, 2019
This 1930s hardboiled crime novel is told from the perspective of a young tramp with a criminal record who enters into an affair with a femme fatale, resulting in them scheming to kill her husband. It's astounding how much fun this book is: Cain effectively employs the tropes of the genre and plays with them, as we slowly learn about the outcome of the story from the criminal himself. What's also unusual for the genre is that the text can be interpreted as having a morale, namely that in the long run, people cannot escape the consequences of their actions (which could also be the meaning of the title, because make no mistake, there is no postman in this story!).
A lot of the developments are direct results of the relationship dynamics of the protagonists, and it's a relationship that makes both parties as well as the readers permanently wonder whether this is love, or whether one (but who?) is just taking advantage of the other - the suspense remains high throughout the text, and the composition is really well-done. But like many hardboiled novels written in the first half of the 20th century, this text displays some stereotypes that would be unacceptable today, particularly racism against the apparently very hard-working and non-abusive Greek husband who is nonetheless perceived to be a source of shame because he is categorized as non-white - while it probably wasn't Cain's intention, this kind of illustrates that people who have nothing going on for themselves (like the wife) just love to brag about their lack of melanin as if it was an achievement.
As far as hardboiled novels go, this is a great example of the genre, but fortunately, some of the attitudes displayed haven't aged well.
A lot of the developments are direct results of the relationship dynamics of the protagonists, and it's a relationship that makes both parties as well as the readers permanently wonder whether this is love, or whether one (but who?) is just taking advantage of the other - the suspense remains high throughout the text, and the composition is really well-done. But like many hardboiled novels written in the first half of the 20th century, this text displays some stereotypes that would be unacceptable today, particularly racism against the apparently very hard-working and non-abusive Greek husband who is nonetheless perceived to be a source of shame because he is categorized as non-white - while it probably wasn't Cain's intention, this kind of illustrates that people who have nothing going on for themselves (like the wife) just love to brag about their lack of melanin as if it was an achievement.
As far as hardboiled novels go, this is a great example of the genre, but fortunately, some of the attitudes displayed haven't aged well.
March 1, 2012
Adjust your expectations because there are neither postmen nor ringings (of any frequency) in this novel. Even though I didn't much care for the 1946 Lana Turner-John Garfield film adaptation, I decided to read this because the new cover was visually appealing. Score one for judging a book by its cover! Suck it, wise saying! This nasty little noir features rotten people doing rotten things, like hatching murder plots, trapping pumas in the jungles of Nicaragua, and opening beer gardens. Cora is the regulation femme fatale, a sleazy strumpet manning the griddle at a roadside diner that's just far enough from L.A. to be exactly nowhere. Then Frank Chambers the drifter blows in and falls for this lowdown dame (and by 'falls for' I mean wants to bite her lips until he draws blood), but鈥攚ouldn't you know it?鈥擟ora's got an oily Greek husband who's standing in the way of their nonstop fuckathon and (wink, wink) rosy future together. Divorce maybe? Nah, that's for amateurs. How's about murder? But don't fret. As with everything in life, Hume Cronyn shows up and saves the day. For a while, at least. Until later, when Cora's swelling, 100 meter buoy-like bosoms bob on the surface of the Pacific Ocean presaging inevitable tragedy.
September 26, 2021
禺蹖賱蹖 禺賵亘 亘賵丿
April 24, 2015
賲蹖 诏賵蹖賳丿 倬爻鬲趩蹖 賴賲蹖卮賴 丿賵 亘丕乇 夭賳诏 賲蹖 夭賳丿. 倬爻鬲趩蹖 賴乇 讴賴 賴爻鬲貙 趩賴 禺丿丕 亘丕卮丿貙 趩賴 鬲賯丿蹖乇 賵 趩賴 卮丕賳爻貙 丿賵 亘丕乇 丨賯 丕卮鬲亘丕賴 丿丕乇蹖貙 丿賵亘丕乇 賲蹖 卮賵丿 倬丕蹖 丌丿賲 亘賱睾夭丿貙 丿賵 亘丕乇 噩丕賳 爻丕賱賲 亘賴 丿乇 賲蹖 亘乇蹖 賵 亘丕夭 亘賴 鬲賵 賮乇氐鬲 賲蹖 丿賴賳丿貙 丕賲丕 亘丕乇 爻賵賲蹖 丿乇 讴丕乇 賳禺賵丕賴丿 亘賵丿. 倬爻鬲趩蹖 賲蹖 乇賵丿貙 乇賵蹖 亘乇賲蹖 诏乇丿丕賳丿貙 賴乇 趩賴 賴爻鬲貙 丿乇 賴賲丕賳 丿賵 亘丕乇 亘丕蹖丿 蹖丕丿卮丕賳 亘诏蹖乇蹖貙 亘賴 禺賵丿鬲 亘蹖丕蹖蹖 賵 亘毓丿 賲賳鬲馗乇 丕賳鬲賯丕賲 爻禺鬲 倬爻鬲趩蹖 賲蹖 賲丕賳蹖
丿蹖丕賱賵诏蹖 丕夭 賮蹖賱賲 倬爻鬲趩蹖 賴賲蹖卮賴 丿賵亘丕乇 夭賳诏 賲蹖 夭賳丿
丿丕爻鬲丕賳蹖 噩賳丕蹖蹖/丿乇丕賲 讴賴 亘丕 夭亘丕賳 毓丕賲蹖賳賴 鬲賵爻胤 賯丕鬲賱 亘賴 氐賵乇鬲 丕賵賱 卮禺氐 乇賵丕蹖鬲 賲蹖 卮賵丿.丿丕爻鬲丕賳 乇蹖鬲賲蹖 鬲賳丿 賵 囟乇亘丕賳蹖 丿丕乇丿 賵 亘丕乇賴丕 禺賵丕賳賳丿賴 乇丕 睾丕賮賱诏蹖乇 賲蹖 讴賳丿.丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丿乇 跇丕賳乇 倬賱蹖爻蹖 爻蹖丕賴 - 賳賵丌乇(卮丕禺賴 爻蹖賳賲丕)- 賳賵卮鬲賴 卮丿賴 賵 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丨賵賱 噩丕蹖诏丕賴 賯鬲賱貙卮禺氐蹖鬲 賯丕鬲賱 賵 丕賮讴丕乇貙丕丨爻丕爻丕鬲 賵 丌乇夭賵賴丕蹖 賵蹖 賵 賴賲丿爻鬲卮 讴賵乇丕(賴賲爻乇 賲賯鬲賵賱) 賲蹖 趩乇禺丿. 亘丕 丕賯鬲亘丕爻 丕夭 丕蹖賳 丕孬乇貙賮蹖賱賲蹖 亘賴 讴丕乇诏乇丿丕賳蹖 亘丕亘 乇丕賮賱爻賵賳 ( 爻丕賱 1981 賲丨氐賵賱 賲卮鬲乇讴 丌賲乇蹖讴丕 賵 丌賱賲丕賳 睾乇亘蹖 ) 賵 丿乇禺卮卮 噩讴 賳蹖讴賱爻賵賳 丿乇 賳賯卮 賮乇丕賳讴 (賯丕鬲賱) 賵 賮蹖賱賲蹖 丿蹖诏乇 亘賴 讴丕乇诏乇丿丕賳蹖 鬲蹖 诏乇賳鬲 (爻丕賱 1946 - 賲丨氐賵賱 丌賲乇蹖讴丕) 爻丕禺鬲賴 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲.丿乇 賳诏丕賴 丕賵賱 毓賳賵丕賳 讴鬲丕亘 丕乇鬲亘丕胤蹖 亘丕 賲鬲賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賳丿丕乇丿貙亘丕 丕蹖賳 賵噩賵丿 賳賵蹖賳爻丿賴 丿乇 丕賳鬲禺丕亘 毓賳賵丕賳 馗乇丕賮鬲 禺丕氐蹖 亘賴 禺乇噩 丿丕丿賴 丕爻鬲.亘乇 丕爻丕爻 丨丿爻 賵 诏賲丕賳 诏賮鬲賴 賲蹖 卮賵丿 倬乇賵賳丿賴 丨賯蹖賯蹖 噩賳丕蹖蹖 乇賵孬 丕爻賳丕蹖丿乇(1927) 丕賱賴丕賲 亘禺卮 讴蹖賳 丿乇 丕賳鬲禺丕亘 賳丕賲 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘賵丿賴 丕爻鬲.丿乇 丌賳 倬乇賵賳丿賴 賳蹖夭 夭賳蹖 亘丕 賴賲丿爻鬲蹖 賲毓卮賵賯賴 丕卮 丕賯丿丕賲 亘賴 賯鬲賱 卮賵賴乇 禺賵丿 賵 丿乇蹖丕賮鬲 睾乇丕賲鬲 亘蹖賲賴 賲蹖 讴賳丿.丕爻賳丕蹖丿乇 亘乇丕蹖 噩賱賵诏蹖乇蹖 丕夭 賱賵 乇賮鬲賳 賲丕噩乇丕蹖 亘蹖賲賴貙亘賴 倬爻鬲趩蹖 诏賮鬲賴 亘賵丿 鬲丕 賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳丿賳 亘蹖賲賴 賳丕賲賴 亘賴 賲賳夭賱卮貙丿賵亘丕乇 夭賳诏 夭丿賴 鬲丕 丕爻賳丕蹖丿乇 賲鬲賵噩賴 毓賱丕賲鬲 卮丿賴 賵 禺賵丿 卮禺氐丕 丌賳 乇丕 丿乇蹖丕賮鬲 賳賲丕蹖丿.毓賱丕賵賴 亘乇 丕蹖賳貙毓賳賵丕賳 "倬爻鬲趩蹖 賴賲蹖卮賴 丿賵亘丕乇 夭賳诏 賲蹖 夭賳丿" 丕卮丕乇賴 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賲囟賵毓 丿丕乇丿 讴賴 丿乇 賳賴丕蹖鬲 毓丿丕賱鬲 亘賴 乇賵卮 禺賵蹖卮 賲噩乇賲 乇丕 噩夭丕 賲蹖 丿賴丿 (賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 亘丕乇 丕賵賱 氐丿丕蹖 夭賳诏 賳丕賲賴 乇爻丕賳 卮賳蹖丿賴 賳卮賵丿貙丕賲丕 賲胤賲卅賳丕 倬爻鬲趩蹖 亘乇丕蹖 亘丕乇 丿賵賲 夭賳诏 禺賵丕賴丿 夭丿 賵 丕蹖賳 亘丕乇 賴賲賴 氐丿丕蹖 丌賳 乇丕 禺賵丕賴賳丿 卮賳蹖丿).丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賳蹖夭 亘丕乇 丕賵賱 丨賯蹖賯鬲 丕夭 賲丨囟乇 丿丕丿诏丕賴 賲禺賮蹖 賲蹖 賲丕賳丿.丕賲丕 亘丕乇 丿賵賲 賮乇丕賳讴 亘賴 禺丕胤乇 噩乇賲 賯鬲賱 賳丕讴乇丿賴 蹖 丿蹖诏乇蹖 丿乇 鬲賳诏賳丕 丕賮鬲丕丿賴 賵 丕蹖賳 亘丕乇 丨賯蹖賯鬲 賲丕噩乇丕 乇賵卮賳 賲蹖 卮賵丿.賴賲趩賳蹖賳 賲蹖 鬲賵丕賳 毓賳賵丕賳 乇丕 亘賴 氐賵乇鬲 丿蹖诏乇蹖 賳蹖夭 鬲丨賱蹖賱 讴乇丿.賮乇丕賳讴 丿賵亘丕乇 丕賯丿丕賲 亘賴 賯鬲賱 賲乇丿 蹖賵賳丕賳蹖(賳蹖讴) 賲蹖 讴賳丿 賵 賴乇 丿賵亘丕乇 亘賴 賳丨賵蹖 丕夭 賲丕噩乇丕 噩丕賳 爻丕賱賲 亘賴 丿乇 賲蹖 亘乇丿.亘丕 丕蹖賳 丨丕賱 亘丕乇 爻賵賲 丿蹖诏乇 乇丕賴 賮乇丕乇蹖 亘乇丕蹖 賳蹖讴 賳蹖爻鬲( 賴賲 賲毓賳蹖 亘丕 丕蹖賳 囟乇亘 丕賱賲孬賱 賮丕乇爻蹖 讴賴 "蹖賰 亘丕乇 噩爻鬲蹖 賲賱禺讴貙 丿賵 亘丕乇 噩爻鬲蹖 賲賱禺讴 貙 丌禺乇 亘賴 丿爻鬲蹖 賲賱禺讴"). 噩匕丕亘蹖鬲 匕丕鬲蹖 丿丕爻鬲丕賳貙 賳丨賵賴 乇賵丕蹖鬲貙 賮氐賱 賴丕蹖 讴賵鬲丕賴(16 賮氐賱) 賵 鬲乇噩賲賴 乇賵丕賳 丌賳貨讴鬲丕亘 乇丕 亘賴 丕孬乇蹖 丕爻鬲孬賳丕蹖蹖 丿乇 丕蹖賳 跇丕賳乇 亘丿賱 讴乇丿賴 丕爻鬲
丕蹖賳 毓讴爻 丕毓丿丕賲 乇賵孬 丕爻賳丕蹖丿乇 乇丕 丿乇 郾鄄 跇丕賳賵蹖賴 爻丕賱 郾酃鄄鄹 賳卮丕賳 賲蹖鈥屫囏�.丕蹖賳 鬲氐賵蹖乇貙 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 毓讴爻蹖 賲蹖 亘丕卮丿 讴賴 丕夭 氐丨賳賴 蹖讴 丕毓丿丕賲 亘丕 氐賳丿賱蹖 丕賱讴鬲乇蹖讴蹖 诏乇賮鬲賴 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲. 鬲氐賵蹖乇 亘賴 毓賱鬲 鬲讴丕賳 賴丕蹖 賳丕卮蹖 丕夭 毓亘賵乇 噩乇蹖丕賳 丕賱讴鬲乇蹖爻蹖鬲賴 丕夭 丕爻賳丕蹖丿乇 鬲丕 丨丿賵丿蹖 鬲丕乇 丕爻鬲.毓讴爻亘乇丿丕蹖 賲禺賮蹖丕賳賴 賵 睾蹖乇賯丕賳賵賳蹖 鬲賵爻胤 鬲丕賲 賴賵賵丕乇丿 賵 亘賴 爻賮丕乇卮 賳卮乇蹖賴 賳蹖賵蹖賵乇讴 丿蹖賱蹖 賳蹖賵夭 氐賵乇鬲 诏乇賮鬲賴 丕爻鬲
April 26, 2023
This book was not what I expected at all. A hobo walks into a diner and the diner owner, a Greek named Nick wants to hire him. The hobo would never agree except he learns the Greek has a really hot wife. He hits on her. Initially she resists, but then she gives in and they start an affair. Frank quickly learns that Cora hates her husband and finds him disgusting. She soon plants the idea in his mind that they should kill him. So they think of this elaborate plot in which she brains him when he's in the bath and claims he fell. The cops come at the wrong time and they revive Nick. He recovers in the hospital. He becomes happily fascinated with his accident, and makes a scrapbook about it. He now wants Cora to have his baby. So they try to kill him again, this time in a car accident. They set up witnesses, make sure Nick is drunk, etc. This time it works. Nick dies. Frank punches Cora in the face so that it looks like she got hurt. He gets hurt (broken arm). What they didn't know (or did Cora?) is that Nick had recently taken out a 10K life insurance policy. The police are suspicious. They turn on each other and confess against each other. But they get a great lawyer and he gets them off. Now they should be enjoying the money but they can't trust each other. He wants her to run off with him and live a hobo life, and she wants to keep the restaurant and add a beer garden. When her mom dies, she leaves for a week and he has an affair in Mexico with a big cat trainer. Cora comes back. A guy who is fired from the lawyer's office comes by and tries to blackmail them with their confession that he stole. Frank beats him up repeatedly and brutally and forces him to lure his cohorts there. They burn all the copies. Cora finds out about Frank's affair when the cat trainer stops by his house with a kitten. She is furious. Now Frank wants to kill Cora and Cora wants to turn Frank in. They seethe. But then Cora reveals that she is pregnant. That makes Frank happy. Cora tries to leave 鈥� but he stops her and she says she couldn't anyway 鈥� she loves him. But he needs a chance to. She insists they go swimming so he can have a chance to drown her if he wants to. But he wants to get married. So they get married and go swimming. She goes out far, but he doesn't leave her 鈥� he loves her. She is having a little trouble breathing so they go to shore. He is rushing her to the hospital when he crashes into a tree and she is killed. The police arrest him and put him to death. POINTLESS
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May 27, 2023
The Postman Always Rings Twice is a book written for the current modern era, albeit with a 30's twang. It's a story that has been told a hundred times since--boy meets girl, boy knocks off girl's husband, but the prose has bones not seen at the time. It was a crime noir, but vividly violent and with a sexual nature that surely got it cancelled by the squares of the day.
It read like a true crime journal, giving any detail you want--as long as you can stomach it. The protagonist is lust, the antagonist monogamy. Then, just when you figure it's all fixed up to perfection, doubt and betrayal move the story in different directions.
A terrific and absorbing tale for anyone who fancies himself a noir-nut. The only aspect that may turn some off was the dialogue sometimes sounded like it was straight out of a black-and-white moving picture--a 'talkie' they call 'em, see?
It read like a true crime journal, giving any detail you want--as long as you can stomach it. The protagonist is lust, the antagonist monogamy. Then, just when you figure it's all fixed up to perfection, doubt and betrayal move the story in different directions.
A terrific and absorbing tale for anyone who fancies himself a noir-nut. The only aspect that may turn some off was the dialogue sometimes sounded like it was straight out of a black-and-white moving picture--a 'talkie' they call 'em, see?
April 22, 2021
"I mean to stick by him. But I can't stand it anymore. God, do I look like a little white bird?" -- Cora
"To me, you look more like a hellcat." -- Frank
At this late date is there really anything new I can mention in a review for author Cain's crime classic The Postman Always Rings Twice? Published and set in the mid-1930's - when America was fully in the grips of the Great Depression - we observe shifty drifter Frank roll into a dusty backwater burg in Los Angeles County and find employment at a small roadside gas station / cafe. While he gets along well enough with the middle-aged Greek owner, it's said owner's much younger wife Cora (a Midwestern farm girl turned failed actress) who helps set the plot into motion. Frank and Cora - who are of similar age - begin a passionate affair, which culminates with them murdering her husband in a traffic 'accident' on a desolate road. Then the fun - by which I mean some screwy twists and turns - REALLY starts in this story. I especially liked the character of Sackett, a righteous district attorney, who grills Frank post-crash because he has a good idea of exactly what is happening. Although this novelette is nearly 88 years old, it's still an original and fairly energetic little tale with a dark finale.
"To me, you look more like a hellcat." -- Frank
At this late date is there really anything new I can mention in a review for author Cain's crime classic The Postman Always Rings Twice? Published and set in the mid-1930's - when America was fully in the grips of the Great Depression - we observe shifty drifter Frank roll into a dusty backwater burg in Los Angeles County and find employment at a small roadside gas station / cafe. While he gets along well enough with the middle-aged Greek owner, it's said owner's much younger wife Cora (a Midwestern farm girl turned failed actress) who helps set the plot into motion. Frank and Cora - who are of similar age - begin a passionate affair, which culminates with them murdering her husband in a traffic 'accident' on a desolate road. Then the fun - by which I mean some screwy twists and turns - REALLY starts in this story. I especially liked the character of Sackett, a righteous district attorney, who grills Frank post-crash because he has a good idea of exactly what is happening. Although this novelette is nearly 88 years old, it's still an original and fairly energetic little tale with a dark finale.
December 16, 2021
4.75 Stars (Rnd 猬嗭笍) 鈥� There is a distinct reason this is considered a timeless classic, that predominantly is because it really is Timeless, truly & wholly in both definition & description.
Whilst the narrative here is dealing with fairly common ground, tropes that are well explored throughout Literature, the Authors prose is so visceral, so personal & cutting, that you can鈥檛 help but begin to do more forensic psychoanalysis on yourself and those you know intimately, within almost every key passage throughout.
Whether you鈥檙e into sadomasochistic pleasures or not, this epic tale is one that thrills & enthrals from cover to cover. Frank is a character that at first no one feels they can relate to, but by the time the final page is turned the realisation that a custom version of Frank exists inside all of us, resonates with mute abandon!!!
Frank is the 鈥榮tranger鈥� Billy Joel sung about in the 70鈥檚 moody-melodic-ballad..
鈥淲ell we all have a face, that we hide away forever! And we take them out & show ourselves, when everyone has gone鈥�...
Whilst the narrative here is dealing with fairly common ground, tropes that are well explored throughout Literature, the Authors prose is so visceral, so personal & cutting, that you can鈥檛 help but begin to do more forensic psychoanalysis on yourself and those you know intimately, within almost every key passage throughout.
Whether you鈥檙e into sadomasochistic pleasures or not, this epic tale is one that thrills & enthrals from cover to cover. Frank is a character that at first no one feels they can relate to, but by the time the final page is turned the realisation that a custom version of Frank exists inside all of us, resonates with mute abandon!!!
Frank is the 鈥榮tranger鈥� Billy Joel sung about in the 70鈥檚 moody-melodic-ballad..
鈥淲ell we all have a face, that we hide away forever! And we take them out & show ourselves, when everyone has gone鈥�...
April 15, 2024
06/2016
From 1934
I don't love James M. Cain. I feel he's uneven at best, but The Postman Always Rings Twice is powerful. It seems mythological, like the simple structure of the plot affected certain strains in noir type stories forever afterward. It's entertaining and short, with some striking imagery. I read this before, several years ago, and I am glad I read it again. {My opinion is, that to really know a book you need to read it twice. I mean, I always remember things from the first time, what I want to remember about it. But when I read the book again there are things that are new to me, different. Oh, and twice is at age 40. If I live long enough, it might be four times. Maybe everyone else's memory just works better than mine. I'm willing to accept that}.
From 1934
I don't love James M. Cain. I feel he's uneven at best, but The Postman Always Rings Twice is powerful. It seems mythological, like the simple structure of the plot affected certain strains in noir type stories forever afterward. It's entertaining and short, with some striking imagery. I read this before, several years ago, and I am glad I read it again. {My opinion is, that to really know a book you need to read it twice. I mean, I always remember things from the first time, what I want to remember about it. But when I read the book again there are things that are new to me, different. Oh, and twice is at age 40. If I live long enough, it might be four times. Maybe everyone else's memory just works better than mine. I'm willing to accept that}.
February 13, 2021
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December 30, 2018
"Tomorrow night, if I come back, there'll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death."
This one is a wonderful pocket sized noir (my copy was only 116 pages). It pretty much contains everything I could ask for from the genre, filled with moral ambiguity, quick dialogue with deeper meanings and a twisty little plot. It also contains some rather shocking moments, with fairly brutal violence, profanity and scenes of sexuality. I say this not because it鈥檚 extreme by today鈥檚 standards (it certainly isn鈥檛) but coming out in 1934, this one must have been a hell of a surprise for some readers. In fact, a little research let me know that it was extremely controversial upon its initial release and was even banned in Boston.
The plot follows Frank, a drifter who just happens to fall into a cozy little job at a diner in rural California. The diner is owned by a Greek man named Nick Papadakis and his wife Cora. Frank and Cora hit it off and begin an affair, which turns of course given the nature of noir, into a murder plot.
The story goes some unexpected directions, and has a few great plot twists and a fairly clever ending as well. All in all, it鈥檚 fairly brilliant from a plot standpoint. As is often the case in noir though, where it stands out is the sharp and witty dialogue. Frank is filled with some great lines, as is Cora and surprisingly Nick in some of his drunken moments. My personal favorite line is when Cora suggest they make a new life, just leaving and take Nick鈥檚 car. Frank responds with: "Stealing a man鈥檚 wife, that鈥檚 nothing, but stealing his car, that鈥檚 larceny."
I can see why this story was adapted to film so many times, as it has such great potential in that format as well鈥� though I must confess, I have seen none of the adaptations, and while I would love to now, I鈥檓 glad I hadn鈥檛. The plot went in so many unexpected directions, that I鈥檓 glad I didn鈥檛 know where it was going until the very end.
This one is a solid 4/5 star book. It鈥檚 short, never wasting a word, and can be read in a day if you have some time鈥� and it is well worth the time. Highly recommended.
As a brief aside, I abstolutly love the cover to my edition, which shows the title card from the 1946 film adaptation. Usually I avoid 鈥渕ovie tie-in鈥� covers, but this one is just clever.
May 9, 2021
We're chained to each other, Cora. We thought we were on top of a mountain. That wasn't it. It's on top of us, and that's where it's been ever since that night.
I expected this to be no more than entertaining pulp fiction but actually it's more interesting than that label implies. It certainly drips with moody noir emotions: lust, obsession, greed, paranoia, and is packed with murder, aggression, blackmail, violent sex. But Cain's terse prose is the ideal vehicle for the maelstrom of events and its very plainness is the perfect antidote to the high-octane plot.
Camus famously cited this book as an inspiration for his , and his 'the Arab' certainly seems to draw on 'the Greek' here, both racialised victims of murder. .
Published in the Depression years, this book depicts a constrained and under-privileged suburban milieu where a drifter clashes with a frustrated femme fatale, and where the rich houses of Malibu Beach are just minutes - and yet a world - away. Cora has dreams only to find herself thwarted and forced into marriage, a state from which she is desperate to escape. And the toxic relationship between her and Frank reminds me all too easily of that of the protagonists in and even .
This is almost the opposite of Chandler's noir where instead of a Marlowe as a would-be knight in a dirty world, Cain puts us in the head of a perpetrator, even as the text wonders to what extent he's also a destined victim. Even the lawyers are corrupt and the only 'justice' we see is that brought about by - and for - the greedy capitalism of insurance companies.
And watch out for the cats which punctuate the story: the one which creeps up the ladder, the baby puma and Cora herself as a 'hell cat'.
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