Title: My Gun Sleeps Alone
Author: Martin Clark
Genre: fantasy (novella)
Price: $4.00 (ebook)
Publisher: Eggplant Literary Productions
Point of Sale: publishers site (includes Amazon, Barnes & Noble links)
Reviewed by: Chris Gerrib
Lucas Helath is a private detective, working the mean streets of Los Angeles in the mid-1950s. He also has a personal imp, a short gray fellow with a Brooklyn accent who’s been hanging around since Lucas got shot in the head in 1944. Needless to say, only Lucas can hear or see the imp. But the imp’s not the only thing weird going down in LA one windy night. Sarah Schumann’s father has been kidnapped, and the only thing the kidnappers want in return for the old man is a cheap figurine. Oh, a couple of Haitian loas (voodoo gods) drop by, and Lucas is wanted by the homicide detective team of Harland and Wolff. Other than that, it’s a quiet night.
So, yeah, My Gun Sleeps Alone is a cross between 1950s noir and urban fantasy. But much like peanut butter and chocolate, these two elements seem to go well together, at least in the capable hands of Martin Clark. This is a novella and action-packed, so there’s not a whole lot of character development going on. But then noir is not known for character development – all the characters start and end in the same ball of sleaze – so in that regard My Gun is par for the course.
The plot is straight-forward action, and has a fairly high body count. Lucas proves to be more lucky than good, but again that’s typical for the genre. Overall, I found My Gun Sleeps Alone an entertaining if slight romp.