34. Nails by R. Lance Hill

This was a pretty neat find, a previously unknown to me 1970s Canadian crime paperback.  They really hype it up on the cover and I have since learned that R. Lance Hill was a fairly successful writer in Hollywood, hitting his peak with the original Road House.  Nails is an interesting contrast to the Long Masquerade that I had just read.  The former is a man's action adventure book disguised as a chick romance.  Nails is kind of a romance/relationship tale disguised as man's crime.  The excellent opening of a drug ripoff involving snowmobiles next to a frozen lake in Creston, B.C. and the ending chapters frame the middle which is mostly about the protagonist running a club, deciding who he is and what to do with his life and most significantly being in a relationship with two different women.  

After the drug rip-off, where protagonist Joe Black, also cold-bloodedly shot and killed the other courier, the main narrative starts off back in time.  There is a major factual error I noted right away here, first, that he says normally it takes 4-5 hours to get from Creston to Vancouver, which is completely untrue, more like 10 hours and would have been even slower back then before they built the new highway.  I can only guess that Hill was writing this from memory in Hollywood.  But I'll let it pass.  The feel is Canadian and he clearly knows Vancouver of that time.  We only get snippets of Joe's past, including that he had travelled around when growing up and had been drifting post-college as well before returning to Vancouver.  Of his character, though, we learn that he has an extreme sense of pride as well as a cold rationality and zero hesitation to fight.  He gets a job with a wealthy high school friend to manage a new club he has just opened.  The bulk of the rest of the book is him managing the club, the challenges of difficult patrons, his friends trying to get him to commit to staying while the entire time he is itching to just get on the road and drift.

He meets a beautiful stewardess and she immediately falls in love with him.  He later meets a beautiful wealthy Shaugnessy debutant and she also seems quite smitten with him.  As the book goes on, his drive to make quick money and get out fights constantly with the pressure around him to settle into this good life.  There is another thread where he comes more and more into confrontation with the psycho son of a local crime family.  Though Italian, they are not true organized crime, but run a bunch of extortion and drug dealing locally.  These threads all come crashing together.

There was a lot of relationship narrative in the middle, interspersed with some cringey (though not too bad) race relations.  One of his friends is a Black cop.  There are also several really nasty mysgonistic scenes thrown in.  I was sort of losing patience with the book but then when the crime stuff picks up, the book gets really good again.  Hill has an excellent writing style for that world, as well as realistic seeming characters and details.  He needed a sitdown with Richard Stark to excise some of the 70s self-involved character development and human relations and we would have had a 70s pulp masterpiece.  Still, not bad.  It's funny, his Wikipedia is all about his screenwriting career.  He doesn't even have a bibliography but he's written a few books.  I'll keep my eye out.

Way more details here than
in Hill's Wikipedia bio