REVIEWED BY BARRY GARDNER:

   

NEAL BARRETT, JR. – Pink Vodka Blues. St. Martin’s, hardcover, 1992. Kensington, paperback, 1997.

   I was familiar with Barrett as an entertaining, really quite good, science fantasy writer. However, though John D. MacDonald and others have crossed the genre lines successfully, it’s far from a sure thing, and I didn’t set my expectations too high.

   PVB is the kind of story that really doesn’t lend itself well to summarization. Russell Murray, an alcoholic small-time reporter, awakes with a strange woman in his bed and missing a day; not too uncommon for Russell. This time, though, his blank spot includes murder, Mafia hit men on his trail, and a Mafia boss’s boyhood chum who wants to be President.

   Russell ends up in a detox center and is befriended by Sherry Lou, a rich girl with a vodka jones. They flee together, hunting a briefcase he has lost which everyone seems to want, and trying to stay a step ahead of the hit men.

   The above doesn’t begin to give the flavor of the book. In some ways a black comedy, some ways a straight story, it is in all ways a bravura performance. Barrett has a marvelous ear for dialogue and a fine narrative skill. A good friend has said that this reminds him of Thorne Smith, and while I don’t see the similarity as strongly as he does, the comparison is not inappropriate.

   Russell and Sherry Lou are funny and human, and more than a little tragic. Barrett’s depiction of alcoholism is as matter-of-factly, even humorously, chilling as you’re likely to find. The plot is a little too wild to be realistic (a 70 year old granny hit-lady?), but I’m sure it was intended to be.

   I don’t usually like this kind of book — witness my aversion to Carl Hiaasen — but I liked this one. You’ll either love it or hate it, but you ought to try it.

— Reprinted from Fireman, Fireman, Save My Books #5, January 1993.