TO HELL WITH JOHNNY MANIC

A fugitive embezzler in need of a fresh start gambles on assuming the identity of a presumed off-the-grid video game maven.

For lovers of crime fiction, there can be no more seductive catnip than a caper about a compromised antihero desperate to change his life for the better, the unhappily married femme fatale who is going to make that exceedingly difficult, a detective who is suspicious of both of them, and a rising body count. The book’s title alone evokes distinctive film noirs past like Johnny Allegro, Johnny Eager, and Johnny O’Clock. But this is no warmed-over pastiche. Tom Gantry is the kind of hard-luck case for whom “every place I walk into lately turns out to be the wrong place.” But then the thief meets John Manis, a reclusive former software god to whom Gantry bears an uncanny resemblance. One sailboat “accident” later and Gantry gets the opportunity for a second chance with Manis’ passport, wealth, and freedom. After a “slow westward drift through the casinos of New Orleans and Las Vegas,” Gantry buys a young entrepreneur’s business in a Napa Valley town and sets himself up as the Computer Kid, servicing the tech needs of the affluent residents. Two things muck up the works: Manis’ unceasing voice in his head (“What are you up to this time? Even I don’t get it”) and Marilyn Dupree, whose husband treats her cruelly. When Gantry meets the ravishing Dupree, “the fuse” is lit. Their passionate affair does not go unnoticed by Lou Eisenfall, a local cop, especially when the story takes some deadly turns. The novel’s central conceit does strain credulity: Certainly the re-emergence of a long-missing person of Manis’ stature would go viral and unmask the imposter. But all is forgiven when Diamond (Impala, 2016, etc.) nails an evocative, nihilistic, hard-boiled style that fans of Jim Thompson and the like will admire (“She saw something in me and I saw something in her, and whether or not it was something good, something was better than nothing”). A screen adaptation would be manna for character actors portraying Gantry’s intriguing customers (how about Blythe Danner as the Lemonade Lady?).

A feverishly readable psychological noir.