A (Black) Gat in the Hand: Bleak Noir – Jim Thompson
“You’re the second guy I’ve met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.” – Phillip Marlowe in Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep
(Gat — Prohibition Era term for a gun. Shortened version of Gatling Gun)
I have a shelf full of Jim Thompson books. For A (Black) Gat in the Hand, I decided to read a couple I had not got to yet. So, Wild Town was followed by A Swell Looking Babe. Then, Nothing More than Murder. And I mixed The Grifters (which I have read, as well as seen the movie) into my audiobook listening.
While I’ve got a post dedicated to maybe his most unusual book – The Transgressors – in the works, I wanted to bring up one common aspect in his writing.
It can be difficult to sympathize with the main character, as they’re often not very nice people. That’s a post in itself. And those characters are often saturated with bleakness. I rarely read two Thompsons in a row. I need a palette cleanse after one. He’s good. But he’s about as joyful as Full Metal Jacket.
Bleak is pretty accurate term for almost any Thompson novel, there are different vibes of depression, and varying flaws in the supposed protagonists.
Two words are driving forces in a Thompson novel:
Despair – The complete loss or absence of hope
Desperation – a state of hopelessness, leading to rashness









