Kiss Her Goodbye by Mickey Spillane and Max Allan Collins

When you went to Florida, you took your fishing rod. For Manhattan, a rod of a different kind was called for.”

American crime author, Mickey Spillane created his iconic fictional flawed hero, Mike Hammer decades ago, and it’s nothing short of fantastic to see Hammer back, badder than ever, for this 2011 release. Over the years, Spillane produced a series of books featuring Hammer and his faithful sidekick, his long-term loyal secretary and lover, Velda. Many of these books made it to film (I, The Jury, My Gun is Quick, Kiss Me Deadly, The Girl Hunters just to name a few). When Spillane died in 2006, it seemed as though Hammer would die with him, but Spillane left several unfinished manuscripts behind, and in the week before his death he told his wife:

“When I’m gone, there’s going to be a treasure hunt around here. Take everything you find and give it to Max–he’ll know what to do with it.”

The ‘Max’ referred to by Spillane is another giant of American crime fiction, Max Allan Collins. Collins is the creator of a dazzling number of crime series featuring some marvellous characters including Eliot Ness, Dick Tracy, and my personal favourite, Quarry. If none of these sound familiar to you, try the film Road to Perdition based on the author’s book. In my opinion, Collins is Spillane’s natural successor in the world of American crime writing. Clearly Spillane saw Collins in that light, and trusted his abilities enough to leave him the incredible legacy of a bunch of unfinished manuscripts–manuscripts other writers (and many publishers) would kill to get their hands on. Max Allan Collins, by the way, was a long-term fan of Spillane’s and the two men later became friends.

This brings me back to Kiss Her Goodbye–the latest of Spillane’s manuscripts to make publication through Max’s creativity and understanding of just what Spillane was all about. Kiss Her Goodbye follows Dead Street, The Goliath Bone (Spillane was working on this novel right before his death), and The Big Bang–all Spillane/Collins collaborations. Hard Case Crime will publish The Consummata later this year (and you bet I’ll be reading it), and for lucky fans there may be more to come.

Spillane’s Kiss Her Goodbye came to Max as “plot, character notes, as well as a shorter false start.” Max eventually “combined, shaped, and expanded” two “partial manuscripts” into Kiss Her Goodbye. The result is a kick-ass, violent, Hammer novel which will make one of my top reads of 2011.

Kiss her Goodbye finds Hammer aging, recuperating, and very possibly mellowing in the Florida sunshine. It’s been about a year since the mob shoot-out that left Hammer badly wounded, but at least he was better off than his enemy, psychotic gangster, Sal Bonetti. Initially not expected to survive, Hammer’s recuperation has been long and painful, and even now he’s not what he once was.  

Hammer receives a phone call from New York homicide cop, Captain Bill Chambers that Hammer’s old mentor, retired cop Bill Doolan is dead. The official version is that Doolan, suffering from terminal cancer, has committed suicide, but Hammer doesn’t swallow that line. He flies to New York and begins digging into the circumstances of Doolan’s death. While it appears to be a clear-cut case of suicide, Hammer sniffs a few details that don’t add up. And then there’s every indication that Doolan was working on something just before he died….

When Hammer first arrives back in New York, he’s reluctant to be there, reluctant to be back in his old killing grounds and as far as New York’s concerned, he’s ready to “kiss her goodbye.” In spite of the fact that he’s recognised everywhere he goes, and that he’s such a New York fixture that Cohen’s Deli even names a sandwich after him (The Mike Hammer mile-high sandwich), Hammer isn’t happy to be back:

Now it was the city’s turn to pass in review and it did a lousy job. Nothing had changed. No sudden sense of deja vu–the smells were the same, the noise still grating, the people out there looking and waiting but never seeing anything at all. If they did, they sure as hell didn’t let anyone know about it.

While New York is essentially the same, Hammer isn’t. He suffers from aches and pains and still has a piece of a bullet lodged in his buttocks. Initially, he isn’t interested in returning to the world of New York crime: 

I’m not in it any more. I haven’t the slightest faintest fucking desire to get wrapped up in that bundle of bullshit again. I’ve done it, it’s past me. I’m retired.

For an example of the genre, it really doesn’t get any better than Kiss Her Goodbye. This explosive PI crime novel is firmly rooted in pulp, and while the story begins with a damaged Hammer, once he’s back in New York where he belongs, he gradually moves from alienation to thinking that  “I was getting the feeling that I was back in my own ballpark again.” He morphs from sleepy, invalided semi-retirement, aches and pains and pill-popping to hair-trigger, violent action. He’s a virtual killing machine.

Since this is a Hammer novel, there are some beautiful babes and also, believe it or not, some humour, Hammer style. As Pat tells Hammer:

As I recall, killing people and banging dames is where you excel, and sometimes there’s a blurring between the lines.

The women in Hammer’s life are a study in contrasts: there’s Chrome, a sultry South American singer who has a permanent gig at Club 52–the go-to-destination for coke and roman-style orgies, and there’s also the new assistant DA, shapely Angela Marshall:

She looked like a schoolteacher you were really afraid of and also wanted to jump.

While power-suited Angela sees Hammer as some sort of male anachronism, there’s a chemistry between the two:

To you,” I said, “I’m an exercise. A far-out, way-out exercise to test your inherent abilities and your well-honed skills. Until now, everything has gone your way, because you have that glossiness beautiful girls get on their way to being women–that smooth surface that makes guys slide right off them. But someplace, way back, somebody smart warned you to watch out for a guy who had sandpaper on his hands, and who wouldn’t slide off at all. You never thought you’d need that kind of guy, but baby, you do now.”

Hammer isn’t exactly what you’d call gallant with the women in his life. He’s too cynical and grounded in jaded realism for roses and chocolates:

Breakfast with a real doll can be damn exciting. They’re awake, showered, and manicured, and all the weapons are pointed right at whatever chump is dumb enough to be sitting across from them. To such dolls, the guy on the other end of the fork is the big, ripe, plum ready for the plucking, because that world of economic dominance he dwells in, whatever male aggression he possesses, are overshadowed by the two most basic hungers.

And finally, lest I give the wrong impression that the novel floats on action alone, there are some beautiful atmospheric passages:

Down on the street, the rain had let up. But a low rumble of thunder echoed across the city. There was an occasional dull glaze of cloud-hidden lightning in the south, and when the wind gusted past, I could smell more rain coming–the kind that was held above the buildings until it was soaked with debris and dust, and when it came down, it wouldn’t be a cleansing rain at all.

Hammer, back in New York, where he belongs…

My copy of Kiss Her Goodbye came courtesy of the publisher via netgalley

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10 responses to “Kiss Her Goodbye by Mickey Spillane and Max Allan Collins

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  2. Very interesting review. I have seen Road to Perdition and despite the two main actors whom I don’t like I thought it was quite good. What a challenge to finish someone elese’s books but it sounds as if he did an excellent job. I have never read any Mickey Spillane, so I’m not sure whether this would be a good starting point but I’m intrigued. I liked the summary and the quotes.

    • Hey Caroline:

      This book would be an ok starting point if you wanted to start here. There are some familiar characters and relationships, but there’s really no essential info that requires earlier reading. I enjoyed this book very much indeed. I get the feeling that Max Allan Collins has the feel for Spillane and what he would have wanted.

  3. I’ve never read any Spillane either. There are only 2 available in French. That may explain why I’m not so familiar with him (never seen him in a bookstore)

    Btw, I had to buy a used copy of The Mayor of Casterbridge. It’s OOP in French. (And there were only 2 used copies on Amazon.)

  4. leroyhunter

    I’ve never read any Spillane, but Kiss Me Deadly is a classic flick by any standard. I sympathise with Caroline’s take on Road to Perdition as well, I thought it was under-rated on release (and in certain films Hanks gives me hives).

  5. I’ve read the first three of Spillane’s Hammer tales. They’re often homophobic, the depiction of women isn’t great, they’re remarkably violent (in one Hammer literally laughs in a man’s face as he kills him).

    They’re also though very effective. He’s nothing like the same kind of writer as Hammett, Chandler or Macdonald for me. He’s more like a neat shot of hard liqour. I might sip a Chandler. I knock Spillane back. Chandler’s a single malt whisky, Spillane’s a neat tequila. Pulp crime at its best.

    • You are right, Max. He gets carried away. There’s a sort of blood lust and once he tastes it, he’s off running. No homophobia noted and perhaps that’s the updating. I really loved this book.

  6. In the early ones one of the ways Spillane shows what a manly man Hammer is consists of contrasting him with fruits (I think that’s the term used) and unmanly men.

    It got a bit silly for me. For a straight man Hammer seemed to me to be spending an awful lot of time having to go into gay bars, meeting transvestites, and thinking about how much he didn’t like gays. I started to wonder if he was protesting perhaps a bit too much.

    That said, it’s just one thing that stuck out. My overall view was that Spillane kicked all kinds of ass and was a great read. It’s easy to kick a pulp writer for stereotyping or the occasional dip into cliche, but it’s not really the point. It’s about pace, momentum and sheer bloody excitement and on those fronts Spillane delivers more than most.

    • That’s funny because in Kiss Her Goodbye, Hammer goes to Club 52 and there are many gay men but the emphasis (to me) seemed to be on people who “swung both ways.” It doesn’t seem to perturb Hammer at all–it’s more something that he notes. Early in the novel, one of the other characters tells Hammer that things have changed since he’s gone, and swinging both ways is now in vogue. Hammer just notes it more than anything else.

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