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Authors: Richard Stark
Deadly Edge: A Parker Novel
The University of Chicago Press, Chicago, 60637
Copyright © 1971 by Richard Stark
Foreword © 2010 by Charles Ardai
All rights reserved
University of Chicago Press edition 2010
Printed in the United States of America
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ISBN-13: 978-0-226-77091-8 (paper)
ISBN-10: 0-226-77091-5 (paper)
ISBN-13: 978-0-226-77296-7 (electronic)
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Stark, Richard, 1933–2008.
Deadly edge : a Parker novel / by Richard Stark ; with a new foreword by
Charles Ardai.
p. cm.
Summary: It begins with a rock concert - Parker and his fellow thieves are ripping off the box office - and then moves to a mysterious problem - colleagues turning up dead.
ISBN-13: 978-0-226-77091-8 (pbk. : alk. paper)
ISBN-10: 0-226-77091-5 (pbk. : alk. paper) 1. Parker (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Criminals—Fiction. I. Ardai, Charles. II. Title.
PS3573.E9D43 2010
813’.54—dc22
2010007659
eISBN: 9780226772967
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Deadly Edge
A Parker Novel
by
RICHARD STARK
With a New Foreword by Charles Ardai
The University of Chicago Press
Praise for Richard Stark and the Parker novels:
“Super-ingenious, super-lethal. . . . Parker is super-tough.”
—
New York Times Book Review
“Westlake’s ability to construct an action story filled with unforeseen twists and quadruple-crosses is unparalleled.”
—
San Francisco Chronicle
“Parker is a brilliant invention. . . . What chiefly distinguishes Westlake, under whatever name, is his passion for process and mechanics. . . . Parker appears to have eliminated everything from his program but machine logic, but this is merely protective coloration. He is a romantic vestige, a free-market anarchist whose independent status is becoming a thing of the past.”
—Luc Sante,
The New York Review of Books
“Richard Stark’s Parker . . . is refreshingly amoral, a thief who always gets away with the swag.”
—Stephen King,
Entertainment Weekly
“Elmore Leonard wouldn’t write what he does if Stark hadn’t been there before. And Quentin Tarantino wouldn’t write what he does without Leonard. . . . Old master that he is, Stark does them all one better.”
—
L.A. Times
“Westlake is among the smoothest, most engaging writers on the planet.”
—
San Diego Tribune
“One of the most original characters in mystery fiction has returned without a loss of step, savvy, sheer bravado, street smarts, or sense of survival.”
—
Mystery News
“The Parker novels . . . are among the greatest hard-boiled writing of all time.”
—
Financial Times
(London)
“No one can turn a phrase like Westlake.”
—
Detroit News and Free Press
“Whatever Stark writes, I read. He’s a stylist, a pro, and I thoroughly enjoy his attitude.”
— Elmore Leonard
“Stark, a pseudonym of the venerable and wildly prolific author Donald E. Westlake, is a mystery connoisseur’s delight. . . . A tremendously skillful, smart writer.”
—
Time Out New York
“Donald E. Westlake writes as Richard Stark when he wants to see how far he can push it.”
—Marilyn Stasio,
New York Times Book Review
“Richard Stark is the Prince of Noir.”
—Martin Cruz-Smith
Parker Novels By Richard Stark
The Hunter (Payback)
The Man with the Getaway Face
The Outfit
The Mourner
The Score
The Jugger
The Seventh
The Handle
The Rare Coin Score
The Green Eagle Score
The Black Ice Score
The Sour Lemon Score
Deadly Edge
Slayground
Plunder Squad
Butcher’s Moon
Comeback
Backflash
Flashfire
Firebreak
Breakout
Nobody Runs Forever
Ask the Parrot
Dirty Money
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
This is for Joe Gores
,
for the hell of it
Foreword
By the time Donald Westlake, the prolific soul behind the “Richard Stark” pseudonym, sat down to write
Deadly Edge
,
Slayground
, and
Plunder Squad
, he’d already written a dozen books about the professional thief Parker and his too-often ill-fated attempts to separate institutions and individuals from their valuables. After dreaming up a dozen exploits in nine years for the same protagonist, the author could have been forgiven if he’d begun to repeat himself or if the series had started to run out of steam—but what happened was precisely the opposite.
Following a quartet of novels whose thematic unity is suggested by their similar titles—
The Rare Coin Score, The Green Eagle Score, The Black Ice Score, The Sour Lemon Score
—and which began to soften the edges of the Parker character (principally by adding a love interest), Westlake decided to take Parker into harder, darker territory. The result was as bracing as a slap across the cheeks.
Penned over the course of just two years (a period during which Westlake wrote at least three other novels as well),
Deadly Edge
,
Slayground
, and
Plunder Squad
reinvigorated the Parker character, confronted him with some of his most memorable crises, and went a long way toward establishing the Parker series as a landmark of crime fiction. When you ask people who revere the Parker books which ones they admire most, they’re likely to name one of these three, or else the epic sequel to
Slayground
,
Butcher’s Moon
. After
Butcher’s Moon
, Parker wasn’t heard from for twenty-three years—it was as if the character had finally burned himself out with the sheer intensity of these last four grueling jobs. But what a way to go.
Reading the Parker novels—especially if you are fortunate enough to read several back-to-back—is a little like watching a jazz musician at work. The performance begins with a familiar melody, the unadorned restatement of a basic theme; but then the performer cuts loose, interpreting, elaborating, inverting, transforming, improvising. Donald Westlake had an almost frightening ability to sit down at the keyboard and just let his fingers go, extemporaneously unfolding his stories seemingly in real time with breathtaking invention.
At a certain level of abstraction, of course, the Parker novels are all the same: there’s the planning of the job, the assembling of the crew, the execution of the heist, the escape with the loot, the betrayals and double crosses, the tracking down of missing money, the remorseless elimination of men who pose a threat, the drive for survival at all costs. And yet, Westlake somehow manages each time to assemble these elements into a thoroughly new book. Bix Beiderbecke famously
said he never played a solo the same way twice, and neither did Westlake. It may be the same song each time, but all the notes are different.
Consider:
Deadly Edge
opens with Parker and crew robbing a rock concert of its cash take,
Slayground
with Parker and crew robbing an armored car.
Plunder Squad
’s opening scenes describe two heists being planned: one an attempt to rob a department store of its cash take and one to rob an armored car. A trained eye might be able to detect some similarities here. But all it takes is reading a few chapters into each to discover just how different these books are from one another.
Deadly Edge
turns out to be the story not of the heist, but of a pair of psychopaths who begin killing off the members of the heist crew one by one.
Slayground
becomes a claustrophobic tale of survival when Parker gets trapped in a shuttered amusement park with a team of gangsters hunting for him. And
Plunder Squad
unfolds into a melancholy, almost autumnal reflection on the burdens of Parker’s chosen profession, as one job after another disintegrates before his eyes, and a rare moment of mercy he showed in a previous book comes back to haunt him. It would be hard to imagine three more different books.
In fact, these rather similar starting points actually generated four different books, since Westlake took the opening scene of
Slayground
almost verbatim from a book he’d written two years prior (also under the Stark pseudonym),
The Blackbird
. After completing the armored car robbery, Parker and his sometime partner in crime Alan Grofield wind up in a car crash as they attempt to escape. Parker gets away on foot while Grofield is captured by the authorities. In
The Blackbird
, we follow what happens next to Grofield as he’s taken to a hospital and coerced into a mission for a secret government agency; in
Slayground
, we
instead follow Parker as he desperately hides out in that deserted amusement park and undergoes a one-man-against-twenty ordeal that makes the movie
Die Hard
look like, well, a walk in the park. Westlake’s deriving two completely different novels from the same opening scene is a bit of virtuoso finger work that demonstrates the author’s playfulness, as well as his interest in formal experiments. (Another example: in
Plunder Squad
, Westlake has a scene in which Parker meets detective Dan Kearny, a character created by fellow mystery writer Joe Gores; Gores included the same scene, told in reverse from Kearny’s perspective, in his novel
Dead Skip
the same year.)
Part of the pleasure in cracking open a Parker novel is that you never know just what you’re going to get. You know you’re in the hands of a master storyteller and in the company of a fascinating character—but that’s all you know and all you can count on. In a genre too often known for predictability, it’s exhilarating not to be able to guess what’s going to be on the next page until you turn it and see.
Yet amidst all these twists and variations and surprises and reversals, one thing remains constant: Parker. He is unchanging, stable and steady and calm, unflinching and unfailingly professional. He doesn’t say much—Parker is more a doer than a talker (although when he does talk he is persuasive)—and doesn’t spend a lot of time on contemplation or introspection. He is a man of action in the most literal sense, and he acts decisively, relentlessly, and ruthlessly in pursuit of his goals.
In some ways, Parker is the embodiment of the Protestant work ethic, the consummate hard-toiling craftsman whose craft just happens to be robbery. He is intensely practical and self-reliant. (From
Slayground
: “He’d walked into this himself, it was up to him to walk back out again
himself. He understood that, and he didn’t worry about it.”) He despises “wasted movement.” It “bother[s] him…to do illogical things”; he is “troubled…that all [is] not rationality.” He has no patience for the frivolity and functionlessness of pop music and modern art and, though the man likes a certain amount of sex in its proper place, he disdains sexual excess. He is careful, calculating; he has a purpose for everything he does; he doesn’t indulge himself or others, or respect those who do. He is not, as far as we can tell, a happy man. He’s the best at what he does—but one wonders, does it give him any pleasure?