Comfort to the Enemy and Other Carl Webster Stories
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The "Hot Kid" of the U.S. Marshals Service, Carl Webster maintains the law with a cool, showdown attitude. He's one of the richest creations in Elmore Leonard's half century of delivering the goods. From his appearances in the critically acclaimed novels The Hot Kid and Up in Honey's Room, Carl returns to lay down the law in a novella that originally appeared as a serial in the New York Times Sunday Magazine.
The title novella—plus two Carl Webster short stories—traces Carl's career from his run-in with 1930's gangsters to his investigation of a murder at a German POW camp in Oklahoma. This time it's Carl against war-seasoned Afrika Korps Nazis. With its pitch-perfect dialogue, compelling characters, and classic charm, Comfort to the Enemy is vintage Leonard.
might’ve caused Junior Harjo to get shot. ‘I don’t see how,’ Virgil said, ‘from what you told me. I don’t know why you’d even think of it, other than you were right there and what you’re wondering is if you could’ve prevented him from getting shot.’ Virgil Webster was 46 years old, a widower since Graciaplena died in ought-six, giving him Carlos and requiring Virgil to look for a woman to nurse the child. He found Narcissa Raincrow, 16, a pretty little Creek girl, daughter of Johnson Raincrow,
His voice quiet then saying, ‘They made him take poison.’ He said it during his last visit, the two of them on the sofa. She put her arm around him and brushed his hair from his forehead and kissed his cheek telling him she was so sorry, kissing and patting him and touching his hair. Her mom thought Jurgen was a nice polite boy because he said yes ma’m and no ma’m. Shemane and her mom hardly ever talked about the war. Her mom would see a photo of Franklin Roosevelt in the paper and say Alvin
in there praising Jesus at the top of their lungs. He turned to Tutti. ‘You want to become famous, Teddy said. ‘Make a name for yourself, the guys who shot the Hot Kid. ‘I got a name,’ Tutti said. ‘What do you say a grand each?’ ‘You kidding me?’ Teddy said. ‘You guys get the chance, you’ll do him for nothing. Maurice drove the back road past pecan groves and oil wells, across the wooden bridge and through bare trees for a mile or so and stopped as he came to the cleared, bulldozed area:
brims with the sly humor, sparse prose, and razor dialogue we expect from the master.” —Detroit Free Press “There’s nothing Elmore Leonard doesn’t know about stylish writing, and The Hot Kid is him at his compressed best.” “Expertly crafted, deftly balanced.” – Houston Chronicle —Publishers Weekly (starred review) “Leonard’s fortieth novel, set in the world of 1930s gangsters and gun molls, features characterizations so deft and true you can smell the hair oil on the dudes and the
at pictures of Joan Crawford and Elissa Landi now in Photoplay. ‘I like Jimmy o-kay … How many sugars?’ ‘Three’ll do’er. How about Uncle Dave Macon? He was on just a minute ago.’ “‘Take Me Back to My Old Carolina Home”. I don’t care for the way he half-sings and half-talks a song. If you’re a singer you oughta sing. No, my favorite’s Maybelle Carter and the Carter family. The pure loneliness she gets in her voice just tears me up.’ ‘Must be how you feel,’ Carl said, ‘living out here.’ She