A couple of weeks ago, I read and enjoyed William Ard’s SHAKEDOWN, a breezy, fast-moving private eye yarn recently reprinted by Stark House in a double volume with THE BLONDE AND JOHNNY MALLOY. I’ve read that one now, too, and as a grim, gritty hardboiled crime novel, it’s quite a contrast to SHAKEDOWN. But it’s every bit as good, if not better.
Johnny Malloy is a young convict working on a prison road gang in Florida,
serving a ten-year sentence for driving drunk and causing an accident in which
two people were killed. He’s five years into that sentence when a couple of
unexpected things happen. A beautiful blonde in a red car starts driving by the
place where the prisoners are working every day, giving them an eyeful. And
then, without any warning, Johnny is paroled, an arrangement set up by his
brother-in-law, a gambler and nightclub owner who has considerable political
influence.
Johnny is grateful for being released, of course, but he soon discovers that
his brother-in-law didn’t act out of the goodness of his heart. Far from it, in
fact, since the guy has a plan that involves Johnny winding up dead. Oh, and
that beautiful blonde? She works for the brother-in-law, of course, and before
you know it, Johnny realizes he might be safer back on the road gang.
Ard makes the wise decision to spin this tough yarn in a relatively compressed time frame of five days, Monday through Friday, and he packs a lot of action and plot twists into those days, too. There’s a heavyweight prize fight with a fortune bet on it, a coalition of gangsters, cops, beautiful women, kidnapping, and a whole pile of trouble for Johnny Malloy. He handles it well. He’s not incredibly tough, or smart, for that matter, but he gets by. He’s a good protagonist, the villains are suitably despicable, and the blonde is a better developed character than most beautiful babes in books like these.
I really enjoyed THE BLONDE AND JOHNNY MALLOY. Ard was a fine storyteller, no doubt about that. This one was published originally as a paperback by Popular Library in 1958 and is one of Ard’s later novels. He died much too young in 1960 at the age of 37 and no doubt would have given us many more fine novels if he had lived longer. You can read this one in that top-notch double volume from Stark House, available in paperback and e-book editions. If you’re a fan of hardboiled novels, I give it a high recommendation.