Book Review: Lucky at Cards by Lawrence Block

As with any good paperback, the Chuck Pyle cover to Lawrence Block's 1964 novel Lucky at Cards (Hard Case Crime Books) is what snagged my eyes: the image of a too-knowing dame in a form-revealing dress, cigarette in one hand and the ace of spades in the other, yet another upturned ace falling and casting a shadow over a fulsome breast. "He handled cards like a master," the front cover text teases, "BUT COULD HE HANDLE HER?" Well, just one look at that woman, and you already know what the answer is.

As a poker playin' pappy myself (I know without looking at the cheat card which is the better hand — a straight or a flush — and I've been known to take home upwards of twenty dollars from a monthly geezer's poker night), I was hooked.

I've read and enjoyed a good amount of Block's novels over the years.  Like Donald A. Westlake, he's a skillful pro in the crime novel biz who hit it biggest alternating two series — one a lightweight crime caper set, the second a more gritty hardboiled series — though, like Westlake, he started out writing twisty short stories and paperback quickies in the fifties and sixties. The man's a master at first-person narration without a lot of metaphorical filigree, and at recreating the voices of plain-speaking, slightly damaged tough guys.

Cards' flawed protagonist is a professional cardsharp named Bill Maynard. Drummed out of the Windy City when he's caught palming cards by a bunch of hard guys, Maynard lands in an unnamed burg where he quickly latches onto a group of poker-playing country clubbers. Chief among these is lawyer Murray Rogers, whose spouse quickly picks up the fact that Bill is a "card mechanic." Wife Joyce is, of course, the woman on the cover: ripe "with hooker's hips and queen-sized breasts and a belly that had just the right amount of bulge to it." Yearning to escape her bourgeois life, she seduces Maynard and persuades him to concoct a plot that'll take her husband out of the picture.

Raised a magician's son and accustomed to years of doing sleight of hand as a cardsharp, Maynard concocts an overly clever scheme to frame the lawyer for an imaginary murder. The plot — as Block knows we know — is so rickety that, instead of wondering whether the duo will get away with it, we primarily read Cards to see if Bill will survive once his house o' cards inevitably collapses.

Article Author: Bill Sherman

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