“The next time you pull a gun on me I put one between your eyes.”
Private investigator Mike Hammer and the beautiful Velda go on vacation to a small beach town on Long Island after wrapping up the Williams case from I, the Jury. Walking along the boardwalk, they witness a brutal beating at the hands of some vicious local cops - and Hammer wades in to defend the victim.
When a woman turns up naked - and dead - astride the statue of a horse in the town’s park, how she wound up this unlikely Lady Godiva is just one of the mysteries Hammer feels compelled to solve.
This is Mickey Spillane’s lost, never-before-published 1940s Mike Hammer novel, written between I, the Jury and My Gun Is Quick. Completed by Spillane’s friend and literary executor Max Allan Collins, Lady, Go Die! is finally making its way out into the world almost seventy years after its inception.
©2012 Mickey Spillane Publishing, LLC (P)2012 Blackstone Audio, Inc.
“Mike Hammer is undeniably an icon of our culture.” (New York Times)
“A clever, fast-moving plot drives Collins’ gritty fifth posthumous collaboration with MWA Grand Master Spillane…Once again, Collins displays his mastery of Spillane’s distinctive two-fisted prose.” (Publishers Weekly)
"Typical Low Level Spillaine Brought Up a Notich"
Typical mediocre Spillane.
Surprised, while also relieved to have finally arrived. A bit of a trudge to get there.
I have not. I have heard his narration, but not book reading performances. Keach is getting older and slower, and I detect some kind of speech impediment that makes me think I am listening to a person who sufferred a minor stroke.
All of this is okay, but I was hearing shades of "Mike Hammer" (the main character and narrator).
Vanilla.
For fans of Spillane only.
"Narrators gravely voice kills the joy"
This story, unpublished during Mickey Spillane's lifetime is enjoyable...if you like this kind of drama.
His gravely monotone voice that sounds like he smoked one too many cigarettes in his lifetime is really frustrating and difficult to listen to. I kept wanting to clear my throat or take a drink of water. It also made it difficult to follow who was speaking.