Voyeur
Darkness. Cold. Bitter wind. These are the backdrops—they’re almost characters—in this grim tale of betrayal, revenge, and pain. There’s no humor in Judson’s bleak story, no stylistic turns. Just a relentless account of one fellow’s attempt to stay alive when everything, including the elements, turns against him. Remer—the only name we have—is a keyhole-peeping PI in Manhattan when someone he’s spied on tortures him so brutally he is put out of business. We rejoin him as a liquor-store owner in Southampton, hiding in darkness. The fates aren’t done with him. Remer is asked to solve a missing-persons case, but he does it too well. A pounding or two later he realizes that he was meant to be part of the crime, not its solution. The bad guys are put out of business, finally, but Remer isn’t consoled: he’s lost too much. The only surcease from pain comes in a personal relationship with a warm girl who lives upstairs. Noir fans will find this novel a bracing jolt of icy air. --Don Crinklaw--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.