Wed 11 Feb 2026
A 1001 Midnights Review: DAVID GOODIS – Down There.
Posted by Steve under 1001 Midnights , Reviews[5] Comments
by Bill Crider
DAVID GOODIS – Down There. Gold Medal #623, paperback original; 1st printing, 1956. Caver art by Mitchell Hooks. Grove Press, softcover, 1962, as Shoot the Piano Player.

David Goodis is probably best known for the film versions of two of his books: the Bogart/Bacall Dark Passage and the French version of Down There (Shoot the Piano Player, directed by Francois Truffaut). Both movies are better than their sources. Goodis was a writer without real verve or flair, and he did far too much telling and too little showing in his books. He remains popular in France, however, perhaps because of the “existential” nature of his stories.
In Down There, Eddie Lynn is a piano player in a cheap joint called Harriett’s Hut. He had once been a prominent musician, but he discovered that he owed his big break to his wife’s sleeping with an impresario. She eventually confessed to Eddie and then killed herself. Eddie began his long slide to the bottom.
One night Eddie’s brother shows up at the Hut, being pursued by gangsters. Eddie helps him out and gets in trouble himself. Lena. a kindhearted waitress at the Hut, tries to help Eddie out, but his relationship with her leads to his killing a man. He runs to the old family home, where his brother is holed up. Lena follows him to warn him that the hoods are on his trail, and there is a final shoot-out.
The ending, like most endings in Goodis novels, is bleak and without hope, showing men at the mercy of outside forces, yet still responsible for their acts. This theme runs throughout Goodis’s works and is never more evident than in Down There.
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Reprinted with permission from 1001 Midnights, edited by Bill Pronzini & Marcia Muller and published by The Battered Silicon Dispatch Box, 2007. Copyright © 1986, 2007 by the Pronzini-Muller Family Trust.
February 13th, 2026 at 3:33 am
Watch out for falling chips!
The pleasure of reading one of Bill’s old reviews is only slightly marred by disagreement and a bad cold.
Rather than going over the issues I had with this delightful review, let me just refer you to:
https://mysteryfile.com/blog/?p=74230
February 13th, 2026 at 11:11 am
Bill Crider was not only a wonderful writer, but also a perceptive critic.
February 13th, 2026 at 11:49 am
The Moon in the Gutter, Jean-Jacques Beineix’s ill-fated follow-up (with its bizarre ice-chewing scene) to his extraordinary Diva, was also based on a Goodis novel.
February 13th, 2026 at 6:33 pm
I feel like either Goodis’s prose does something for you, as some kinda noir poetry, or else it leaves you cold. Me? I’m in the former camp. Check the first paragraph of Down There and see if you agree (or just look at the poetry of his titles: the moon in the gutter; the wounded and the slain; the blonde on the street corner):
“There were no street lamps, no lights at all. It was a narrow street in the port Richmond section of Philadelphia. From the nearby Delaware a cold wind came lancing in, telling all alley cats they’d better find a heated cellar. The late November gusts rattled against midnight-darkened windows, and stabbed at the eyes of the fallen man in the street.”
February 13th, 2026 at 7:40 pm
Thanks for the quote, Tony. I have to be in the right mood for Goodis. He’s a wonderful writer — I think we all agree on that — but to use a word used by Bill, bleakness. His books can reallu eat you up.
Not always, but often enough, in the right frame of mind, there’s nobody better.