Deliver Me from Dallas [Hardcover]

Charles Ray Willeford (Author), Jesse Sublett (Introduction)

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Although an earlier version was first published as Whip Hand by W. Franklin Sanders in 1961, the publisher declares this to be the original Deliver Me from Dallas!, for which the late Charles Willeford (Shark-Infested Custard, the Hoke Moseley series, etc.) deserves full credit. (Confused? All is explained in Jesse Sublett's introduction.) Ex-cop Bill Brown flees L.A. for Dallas, where he runs into all manner of trouble, including some murderous hillbilly kidnappers and a woman who wields a mean bullwhip. This hardboiled yarn is remarkably well constructed and should find an enthusiastic audience among aficionados of Jim Thompson and the like.
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Product Details

• Hardcover: 214 pages
• Publisher: Dennis Mcmillan Pubns; First Edition Thus edition (July 2001)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0939767384
• ISBN-13: 978-0939767380
• Product Dimensions: 9.8 x 6.5 x 1 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.1 pounds
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,615,159 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Thank you, Dennis McMillan, July 8, 2004

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This review is from: Deliver Me from Dallas (Hardcover)

Once again, we are all in debt to Dennis McMillan for reprinting this Charles Willeford gem. Jesse Sublett discusses the Gold Medal original and the recovered manuscript and speculates on the parts written by Willeford vs. the parts written by his co-author. The overall feel is pure Willeford and many of the chapters are unmistakably his. This is a delicious piece of pulp fiction, beautifully conceived and beautifully plotted. The ending is very satisfying, though a bit unexpected. They don't write 'em like this any more because they can't. We're all overdue for a Willeford revival of the sort Jim Thompson experienced a few years back. This guy can do it all, from the pulpiest confection such as this to a masterful art novel/sendup like THE BURNT ORANGE HERESY. And his two-volume autobiography? Unforgettable. If you don't know Willeford you've got a huge treat in store. Enjoy. Kick back, find yourself a nice comfy chair in a decorous surrounding, hold up your trade paperback copy of KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE and watch the civilians gawk.