Over the years, thanks to my podcast The Library Police, I’ve gotten to know quite a few authors both as professionals and as friends. And while I know they trust that my reviews are pretty honest – and they are! – I know that being friends with the author automatically puts an asterisk next to any review. So be aware that this review (and tomorrow’s) operates under the disclaimer that I know the author and like him a lot; nevertheless, the review is honest, evenhanded, and true – hey, in this case, there’s even an entry in the series that I didn’t like very much!
From his first book, The Blood in Snowflake Garden – a noir story about murder at the North Pole, set against the backdrop of the Red Scare – Alan Lewis’s love of pulp, noir, and genre fiction has been pretty evident. And as such, it’s honestly kind of a surprise that it’s taken him this long to write a private eye series, albeit one with supernatural elements a-plenty. But in writing his Voodoo Rumors series, Lewis has found a pretty perfect Venn diagram of his interests and talents, building up a wild world full of femme fatales, double-crossing villains, supernatural horrors, and hardened dialogue to spare – to say nothing of all the demons, vampires, ghosts, and more.
Take The Last Encore, the second entry in the series. Encore follows Nashville private investigator Thomas Dietrich, who specializes in cases that the police can’t handle because of their supernatural trappings, gets called in to deal with a stack of blood-drained corpses left in a dumpster. But even with the obvious clues pointing towards vampire attacks, there’s more to the story than the easy explanation, and soon Dietrich is dealing with a Nashville record label that’s a front for something much worse, putting his right-hand woman at risk, and having to deal with his literally demonic sister as he dives into the supernatural fight below the surface.
It’s all pure noir storytelling, from beginning to end – the hard-boiled prose, the complicated storyline, the moral conflicts between brutal justice and humanity – but Lewis never looks down his nose at the genre or the story, instead embracing it unironically and enthusiastically. And all of that means you’re pulled along for the ride, enjoying as Lewis keeps revealing more layers to his unusual underworld, twisting the plot a few more times, or just delivering some fun action sequences.
Or how about the third entry in the series, A Penny for Luck, which is even stronger than the second (despite a pretty lurid opening that doesn’t quite fit the 1950’s setting). Dietrich’s got a ticking clock scenario, and he’s being asked to track down a single penny – oh, and he has all of Memphis to look through to find it. And if that doesn’t make the case hard enough, turns out, he’s not the only one looking for it.
A Penny for Luck is more ambitious than Encore – more plates kept spinning, more main characters to handle, a less easy throughline than a murder mystery provides. But Alan makes it work nicely, all while never losing the novella length that makes the Voodoo Rumors series such easy reads – they’re in, they’re out, and they get the job done, all less than 150 pages. Moreover, by giving us some additional figures that have lived in this world, Alan gets to keep adding to his mythology, giving us some windows into Dietrich’s background and the events that are always circling in Nashville.
Now, you may notice that I’ve talked a lot about the second and third entries in the series, but not the first, entitled The Blood Red Ruby. And the honest reason for that is this: The Blood Red Ruby didn’t work for me almost at all, bouncing me off the series from the get-go in a way that almost led to me not going on with the next book. There’s a few reasons for that, but maybe the chief one is that, as the first book in the series, it doesn’t do a great job of actually introducing us to Dietrich or making us care about him – and that’s a problem.
Almost entirely told in flashback – but not an origin story – The Blood Red Ruby finds Dietrich telling the story of a bank robbery he and some friends pulled that ended up with them attracting some supernatural vengeance for their larceny. The flashback structure is a problem in of itself – it’s hard to care about a story in the past of a character we don’t know, especially since we don’t yet have much sense of this world, the character, or his rules. But more than that, Ruby just doesn’t really have enough story to justify even its brief novella length. There’s a good short story here about a bank robbery gone wrong and a most peculiar type of vengeance, but when taken to novella length, the story gets repetitive quickly, with each incident feeling less like an escalation and more like a repetition. And while the actual explanation of what’s going on is interesting, it doesn’t really do much to make the rest of the story that engaging, nor to really tell us anything about Dietrich.
But here’s the good news: you really don’t need to read that first book to enjoy what Alan is doing in the next two – and more to come, per his website. It’s pulpy, grimy, hard-boiled, twisty, and a lot of fun, and the kind of series that invites people to play in its world for a long time to come.