After Dark, My Sweet
William "Kid" Collins was once a respected boxer. Now he's a drifter, on the run after escaping from a mental institution.
One afternoon he meets Fay, a beautiful young widow. She is smart and decent--at least when she's sober.
Soon Collins finds himself involved in a kidnapping scheme that goes drastically wrong almost before it even begins. Because the kid they've picked up isn't like other kids: he's diabetic and without insulin, he'll die. Not the safest situation for Collins, a man for whom stress and violence have long gone hand-in-hand.
After Dark, My Sweet once again displays Jim Thompson as the undisputed master of American noir. The basis of James Foley's critically acclaimed film of the same name, with the sweep of an epic tragedy, Thompson's classic limns the dangerous territory of honest people all-too-easily sucked into wickedness, with no way out but down.
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Review: After Dark, My SweetUser Review - Cathy Houston - Goodreads
a very dark story Read full review
Review: After Dark, My SweetUser Review - Wendy Crittenden - Goodreads
Quite a few typos in my copy of this book, it drove me nuts. It was pretty good, otherwise, but not my favorite Jim Thompson novel. Read full review
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