{"id":11414,"date":"2017-05-29T14:31:20","date_gmt":"2017-05-29T18:31:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/phillyhistory.wpengine.com\/?p=11414"},"modified":"2017-05-29T17:40:54","modified_gmt":"2017-05-29T21:40:54","slug":"david-goodis-gritty-angel-of-angst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.phillyhistory.org\/index.php\/2017\/05\/david-goodis-gritty-angel-of-angst\/","title":{"rendered":"David Goodis: Gritty Angel of Angst"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_11415\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-11415\" style=\"width: 600px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.phillyhistory.org\/PhotoArchive\/Detail.aspx?assetId=119640\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-11415\" src=\"https:\/\/phillyhistory.wpengine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Noir-13th-st-46599-04.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"475\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.phillyhistory.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Noir-13th-st-46599-04.jpg 600w, https:\/\/blog.phillyhistory.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Noir-13th-st-46599-04-300x238.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-11415\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">13th Street North from Buttonwood St. March 24, 1959. John McWhorter, photographer (PhillyHistory.org)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>How could David Goodis <em>not<\/em> have known <a href=\"https:\/\/phillyhistory.wpengine.com\/index.php\/2017\/05\/the-rise-of-neighborhood-noir\/\" target=\"_blank\">John T. McIntyre<\/a>, and envied his accomplishments as a writer?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/David_Goodis\" target=\"_blank\">Goodis <\/a>was a journalism student at Temple in 1936, shooting for a writing career. McIntyre\u2019s novel, <em>Steps Going Down<\/em>, published by Farrar and Rinehart that year, landed a top award in the All Nation\u2019s Prize Novel Competition. If Goodis wasn\u2019t contributing to <em>The Owl<\/em>, Temple\u2019s student magazine, he would be working on his own novel, which would be published in 1939, shortly after his 23<sup>rd<\/sup> birthday. In <em>Retreat from Oblivion<\/em>, Goodis crafted an international tale of intrigue, love and war\u2014drenched in alcohol. Its publication would propel his writing career from Philadelphia to Greenwich Village and the Upper West Side in New York, then onto Hollywood.<\/p>\n<p>Actually, Goodis never <em>completely<\/em> left Philadelphia. In Hollywood he\u2019d survive in part by couch surfing; when in Philly he\u2019d return to his childhood bedroom in East Oak Lane. Within a few years, Goodis would come home for good. What drove him back? Goodis didn\u2019t exactly take to California culture. Sure, Hollywood adapted his second novel,<em> Dark Passage <\/em>for a film starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, but ditched his original ending for a happy one. Meanwhile, at home, Goodis\u2019 new wife Elaine filed for divorce. Goodis wrote a revenge novel, <em>Behold This Woman<\/em> (1947) that was set\u2014where else\u2014in Philadelphia. \u201cThe book is raw,\u201d declares davidgoodis.com. \u201cGoodis&#8217; pain is raw. His scars are unhealed. The novel oozes with resentment. Clara [his Elaine character] teases men. She manipulates men. She exploits men.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Goodis had found his footing\u2014even if he didn\u2019t entirely know it at the time\u2014writing Philadelphia Noir.<\/p>\n<p>After wrapping up obligations out west, Goodis returned to Philadelphia full time in 1950 and makes the seamier side of his native city the subject of a dozen novels, finding inspiration in Philadelphia\u2019s own distinctive noirscape: skid row, the waterfront; working class neighborhoods and dark, frigid, wind-blown streets. Goodis put out as many as 10,000 words per day and took gritty to new levels of literary despair.<\/p>\n<p><em>Cassidy\u2019s Girl<\/em>, published by Gold Metal in 1951 (the year of McIntyre\u2019s death) turned out to be Goodis\u2019 proof of concept. This sodden tale of sympathetic losers living and drinking on the Delaware waterfront sold a million copies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>On the river side of Dock Street the big ships rocked gently on the black water like monstrous hens, fat and complacent in their roosts. Their lights twinkled and threw blobs of yellow on the cobbled street bordering the piers. Across Dock Street the stalls of the fish market were shuttered and dark, except for cracks of light from within, where purveyors of Delaware shad and Barnegat crab and clam and Ocean City flounder were preparing their merchandise for the early-morning trade. As Cassidy passed the fish market, a shutter opened and a mess of fish guts came sailing out, aimed at a large rubbish can. The fish guts missed and landed against Cassidy\u2019s leg.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>Cassidy moved toward the opened shutter and glowered at the fat, sweaty face above a white apron.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cYou,\u201d Cassidy said. \u201cYou look where you\u2019re throwin\u2019 things.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cAw, shut up,\u201d the fish merchant said. He started to close the shutter. Cassidy grabbed the shutter and held it open. \u201cWho you tellin\u2019 to shut up?\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>Another face appeared within the stall. Cassidy saw the two faces as a double-headed monstrosity. The two faces looked at each other and the fat face said, \u2018It ain\u2019t nothin\u2019. Just that liquored-up bum, that Cassidy.\u201d \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_11416\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-11416\" style=\"width: 600px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.phillyhistory.org\/photoarchive\/Detail.aspx?assetId=19755\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-11416\" src=\"https:\/\/phillyhistory.wpengine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Noir-19755-40841-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"453\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.phillyhistory.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Noir-19755-40841-1.jpg 600w, https:\/\/blog.phillyhistory.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Noir-19755-40841-1-300x227.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-11416\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Hunting Park Avenue &#8211; Underpass. East of East River Drive., June 19, 1950. Charles J. Bender, photographer. (PhillyHistory.org)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>The next year he put out more novels: <em>Street of the Lost<\/em> and <em>Of Tender Sin<\/em>. The year after that <em>Moon in the Gutter<\/em> and <em>The Burglar, <\/em>adapted to <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Burglar\" target=\"_blank\">film<\/a>\u00a0starring Dan Duryea and Jane Mansfield.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>He turned his back on her, moved to the cashier\u2019s stand. He paid his check, left the restaurant and stood on the corner waiting for a cab. The night air had a thick softness and the smell of stale smoke from factories that had been busy in the day, and the smell of cheap whiskey and dead cigarettes and Philadelphia springtime. Then something else came into it and he breathed it in, and he knew the color of this perfume was tan.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>She stood behind him. \u201cUsually I don\u2019t gamble like this.\u201d He faced her. \u201cWhere would you like to go?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cMaybe someplace for a drink.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cI don\u2019t feel like a drink.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cTell me,\u201d she said. \u201cAre you hard to get along with?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cYou think we can get along?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And then <em>Down There<\/em>, from 1956, begins with a classic Goodis scene of relentless despair and desolation:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>There were no street lamps, no lights at all. It was a narrow street in the Port Richmond section of Philadelphia. From the nearby Delaware a cold wind came lancing in, telling all alley cats they\u2019d better find a heated cellar. The later November gusts rattled against midnight-darkened window\u2019s, and stabbed at the eyes of the fallen man in the street.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\">The man was kneeling near the curb, breathing hard and spitting blood and wondering seriously if his skull was fractured. He\u2019d been running blindly, his head down, so of course he hadn\u2019t seen the telephone pole. He\u2019d crashed into it face first, bound away and hit the cobblestones and wanted to call it a night.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>But you can\u2019t do that, he told himself. You gotta get up and keep running.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Filmmaker Francois Truffaut picked up <em>Down There<\/em> and produced <em>Tirez Sur Le Pianiste<\/em> <em>(Shoot the Piano Player<\/em>) in 1960. \u00a0The setting shifted from Philadelphia to Paris, from Port Richmond to whatever the equivalent French <em>quartier<\/em> might be.<\/p>\n<p>All good. Truffaut captured the feel\u2014the existential texture\u2014just right. And that\u2019s what mattered most to readers and audiences not familiar with the authentic desperation known in Goodis\u2019 Philadelphia.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><span style=\"color: #808080\">[Sources: David Goodis and Robert Polito (editor) <em>David Goodis:<\/em> <em>Five Noir Novels of the 1940s and 50s<\/em> (Library of America: 2012); David Goodis<em>, The Burglar, <\/em>(originally published by Lion, 1953); David Goodis, <em>Cassidy\u2019s Girl<\/em>, (originally published by Fawcett, 1951); David Goodis<em>, Down There<\/em>, (originally published by Gold Medal, 1956); <a style=\"color: #808080\" href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/name\/nm0328959\/\" target=\"_blank\">David Goodis Internet Movie Database (IMDB)<\/a>; Dennis Miller, \u201c<a style=\"color: #808080\" href=\"http:\/\/www.huffingtonpost.com\/dennis-miller\/dark-journeys-the-best-of_b_6310606.html\" target=\"_blank\">Dark Journeys: The Best of Noir Fiction,<\/a>\u201d <em>Huffpost, THE BLOG<\/em>, December 11, 2014, Updated Feb 10, 2015; Geoff Mayer and Brian McDonnell, <a style=\"color: #808080\" href=\"https:\/\/books.google.com\/books?id=RsBHnZoyO4kC&amp;dq=%22david+goodis%22+%22film+noir%22&amp;source=gbs_navlinks_s\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Encyclopedia of Film Noi<\/em>r<\/a> (ABC-CLIO, 2007), pp. 31-33.]<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How could David Goodis not have known John T. 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