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To say that Chester Himes lived the life he wrote about is not strictly true, but his life was full of incident. His childhood was fraught with unhappy events, including being indirectly responsible for his brother’s blindness, and as a young man he did serious jail time for armed robbery. Fired from his job as a Hollywood screenwriter because Jack L Warner didn’t like black people, he eventually quit America for good, disgusted at the racism he faced every single day. He wrote:

I would sit in my room and become hysterical about the wild incredible story I was writing. And I thought I was writing realism. It never occurred to me that I was writing absurdity. Realism and absurdity are so similar in the lives of American blacks one cannot tell the difference.

Himes moved to France in  the 1950s, and lived among the Bohemian set in Paris. He eventually moved to the south of France, and then to Spain, where he died in 1984.

There were to be eight completed novels featuring Harlem detectives Grave Digger Jones and Coffin Ed Johnson, and one – Plan B – remained unfinished at Himes’s death. This compendium, from  Everyman’s Library, includes A Rage In Harlem (1957), The Real Cool Killers (1959), The Crazy Kill (1959) and Cotton Comes to Harlem (1965). The book is beautifully bound and presented, and even has a book-mark ribbon. This is a definite keeper, to be dipped into during the long-haul nights from January through to springtime. For good measure, there’s an introduction by SA Cosby and – this I really did like – a triple chronology of Himes’s life set against other literary events of the time and what was going on in America and the wider world, socially and politically.

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The style of the novels is bleakly comic and, at times, very violent. As their nicknames suggest, the Jones and Johnson live with death as a daily companion and they themselves have no compunction about matching force with force when it comes to serious criminality, although they are generally relaxed in the company of petty criminals such as card sharps, whores and lottery spivs. Despite the sharp banter between the pair, Harlem is a pretty grim place most of the time:

This was the neighborhood of the cheap addicts, whisky-heads, stumblebums, the flotsam of Harlem; the end of the line for the whores, the hard squeeze for the poor honest laborers and a breeding ground for crime. Blank-eyed whores stood on the street corners swapping obscenities with twitching junkies. Muggers and thieves slouched in dark doorways waiting for someone to rob; but there wasn’t anyone but each other. Children ran down the street, the dirty street littered with rotting vegetables, uncollected garbage, battered garbage cans, broken glass, dog offal — always running, ducking and dodging. God help them if they got caught.

There was a new Penguin edition of A Rage In Harlem a couple of years ago, and you can read my review of it by clicking this link.  The Essential Harlem Detectives is available now.