Winner and still champion Jones takes this one on points. His second collection (The Pugilist at Rest, 1993) of rock-hard...


COLD SNAP: Stories

Winner and still champion Jones takes this one on points. His second collection (The Pugilist at Rest, 1993) of rock-hard stories goes the distance, surviving on adrenaline, killer instinct, and artistry. Most of these ten ready-to-rumble stories have appeared in major magazines (The New Yorker, Playboy, Esquire), so some of the edges have been smoothed, but Jones's relentlessly existential protagonists are as manic as ever: The jittery hustlers, gonzo hopheads, and Dex-mad chatterers engage us viscerally, as do the sad zombies who drool through Haldol and other psychotropic drugs. Jones is a walking physician's desk manual, frequently indulging his medical obsessions. A number of pieces concern doctors, many of them burned out by prolonged exposure to Third World horror. In the title story, ""a bleak post-African depression"" engulfs a doctor back in the States, where he's lost his license to practice and where his self-lobotomized sister wastes away in an institution. Like many of Jones's hypersensitive protagonists, this one uses the weather as a barometer of his internal mood swings; relief comes from a quick game of Russian roulette. ""Pain and trouble"" dog the weary old-timer of ""Superman, My Son,"" whose 40-ish son has just come out of a manic episode. In Africa, a copywriter -- legendary for his ability to overcome ""donor weariness"" -- sets off on a pill-popping jag (""Quicksand""), while a doctor from New Zealand drowns his cynicism in booze (""Way Down Deep in the Jungle""). The suicidal duet of ""I Need a Man to Love Me"" probes ""the eternal vortex of hell"" where death is relief from a life spent in a wheelchair or as a probable lifer in jail. The gym rats, disgruntled marines, and aging pickpockets who people Jones's stories are all desperate for moments of solace, if not a glimmer of transcendence. Raw, powerful, and pulpy: an intense volume that's like staring at a gaping wound, something making it so you can't -- or don't want to -- look away.

Pub Date: June 6, 1995


Page Count: 240

Publisher: "Little, Brown"

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 1995