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A Red Death: An Easy Rawlins Novel (Volume 2) Paperback – Oct. 1 2002
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It’s 1953 in Red-baiting, blacklisting Los Angeles—a moral tar pit ready to swallow Easy Rawlins. Easy is out of the hurting business and into the housing (and favor) business when a racist IRS agent nails him for tax evasion. Special Agent Darryl T. Craxton, FBI, offers to bail him out if he agrees to infiltrate the First American Baptist Church and spy on alleged communist organizer Chaim Wenzler. That’s when the murders begin....
- Print length320 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateOct. 1 2002
- Dimensions13.49 x 2.29 x 20.96 cm
- ISBN-100743451767
- ISBN-13978-0743451765
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"This is a master at work: we would be well advised to seek everything Walter Mosley writes." ― The Indianapolis News
"A Red Death is a straightforward, cleanly nasty treat. The writing is funky and knowing, with a no-fools cast." ― Mirabella
"Mosley...is here to stay and not to be missed." ― Los Angeles Times Book Review
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I always started sweeping on the top floor of the Magnolia Street apartments. It was a three-story pink stucco building between Ninety-first Street and Ninety-first Place, just about a mile outside of Watts proper. Twelve units. All occupied for that month. I had just gathered the dirt into a neat pile when I heard Mofass drive up in his new '53 Pontiac. I knew it was him because there was something wrong with the transmission, you could hear its high singing from a block away. I heard his door slam and his loud hello to Mrs. Trajillo, who always sat at her window on the first floor?best burglar alarm you could have.
I knew that Mofass collected the late rent on the second Thursday of the month; that's why I chose that particular Thursday to clean. I had money and the law on my mind, and Mofass was the only man I knew who might be able to set me straight.
I wasn't the only one to hear the Pontiac.
The doorknob to Apartment J jiggled and the door came open showing Poinsettia Jackson's sallow, sorry face.
She was a tall young woman with yellowish eyes and thick, slack lips.
"Hi, Easy," she drawled in the saddest high voice. She was a natural tenor but she screwed her voice higher to make me feel sorry for her.
All I felt was sick. The open door let the stink of incense from her prayer altar flow out across my newly swept hall.
"Poinsettia," I replied, then I turned quickly away as if my sweeping might escape if I didn't move to catch it.
"I heard Mofass down there," she said. "You hear him?"
"I just been workin'. That's all."
She opened the door and draped her emaciated body against the jamb. The nightcoat was stretched taut across her chest. Even though Poinsettia had gotten terribly thin after her accident, she still had a large frame.
"I gotta talk to him, Easy. You know I been so sick that I cain't even walk down there. Maybe you could go on down an tell'im that I need t'talk."
"He collectin' the late rent, Poinsettia. If you ain't paid him all you gotta do is wait. He'll be up here soon enough to talk to you."
"But I don't have it," she cried.
"You better tell'im that," I said. It didn't mean anything, I just wanted to say the last word and get down to work on the second floor.
"Could you talk to him, Easy? Couldn't you tell'im how sick I am?"
"He know how sick you are, Poinsettia. All he gotta do is look at you and he could tell that. But you know Mofass is business. He wants that rent."
"But maybe you could tell him about me, Easy."
She smiled at me. It was the kind of smile that once made men want to go out of their way. But Poinsettia's fine skin had slackened and she smelled like an old woman, even with the incense and perfume. Instead of wanting to help her I just wanted to get away.
"Sure, I'll ask 'im. But you know he don't work for me," I lied. "It's the other way around."
"Go on down there now, Easy," she begged. "Go ask 'im to let me slide a month or two."
She hadn't paid a penny in four months already, but it wouldn't have been smart for me to say that to her.
"Lemme talk to 'im later, Poinsettia. He'd just get mad if I stopped him on the steps."
"Go to 'im now, Easy. I hear him coming." She pulled at her robe with frantic fingers.
I could hear him too. Three loud knocks on a door, probably unit B, and then, in his deep voice, "Rent!"
"I'll go on down," I said to Poinsettia's ashen toes.
I pushed the dirt into my long-handled dustpan and made my way down to the second floor, sweeping off each stair as I went. I had just started gathering the dirt into a pile when Mofass came struggling up the stairs.
He'd lean forward to grab the railing, then pull himself up the stairs, hugging and wheezing like an old bulldog.
Mofass looked like an old bulldog too; a bulldog in a three-piece brown suit. He was fat but powerfully built, with low sloping shoulders and thick arms. He always had a cigar in his mouth or between his broad fingers. His color was dark brown but bright, as if a powerful lamp shone just below his skin.
"Mr. Rawlins," Mofass said to me. He made sure to be respectful when talking to anyone. Even if I actually had been his cleanup man he would have called me mister.
"Mofass," I said back. That was the only name he let anyone call him. "I need to discuss something with you after I finish here. Maybe we could go somewhere and have some lunch."
"Suits me," he said, clamping down on his cigar.
He grabbed the rail to the third floor and began to pull himself up there.
I went back to my work and worry.
Each floor of the Magnolia Street building had a short hallway with two apartments on either side. At the far end was a large window that let in the morning sun. That's why I fell in love with the place. The morning sun shone in, warming up the cold concrete floors and brightening the first part of your day. Sometimes I'd go there even when there was no work to be done. Mrs. Trajillo would stop me at the front door and ask, "Something wrong with the plumbing, Mr. Rawlins?" And I'd tell her that Mofass had me checking on the roof or that Lily Brown had seen a mouse a few weeks back and I was checking the traps. It was always best if I said something about a rodent or bugs, because Mrs. Trajillo was a sensitive woman who couldn't stand the idea of anything crawling down around the level of her feet.
Then I'd go upstairs and stand in the window, looking down into the street. Sometimes I'd stand there for an hour and more, watching the cars and clouds making their ways. There was a peaceful feeling about the streets of Los Angeles in those days.
Everybody on the second floor had a job, so I could sit around the halls all morning and nobody would bother me.
But that was all over. Just one letter from the government had ended my good life.
Everybody thought I was the handyman and that Mofass collected the rent for some white lady downtown. I owned three buildings, the Magnolia Street place being the largest, and a small house on 116th Street. All I had to do was the maintenance work, which I liked because whenever you hired somebody to work for you they always took too long and charged too much. And when I wasn't doing that I could do my little private job.
On top of real estate I was in the business of favors. I'd do something for somebody, like find a missing husband or figure out who's been breaking into so-and-so's store, and then maybe they could do me a good turn one day. It was a real country way of doing business. At that time almost everybody in my neighborhood had come from the country around southern Texas and Louisiana.
People would come to me if they had serious trouble but couldn't go to the police. Maybe somebody stole their money or their illegally registered car. Maybe they worried about their daughter's company or a wayward son. I settled disputes that would have otherwise come to bloodshed. I had a reputation for fairness and the strength of my convictions among the poor. Ninety-nine out of a hundred black folk were poor back then, so my reputation went quite a way.
I wasn't on anybody's payroll, and even though the rent was never steady, I still had enough money for food and liquor.
"What you mean, not today?" Mofass's deep voice echoed down the stairs. After that came the strained cries of Poinsettia.
"Cryin' ain't gonna pay the rent, Miss Jackson."
"I ain't got it! You know I ain't got it an' you know why too!"
"I know you ain't got it, that's why I'm here. This ain't my reg'lar collectin' day, ya know. I come to tell you folks that don't pay up, the gravy train is busted."
"I can't pay ya, Mofass. I ain't got it and I'm sick."
"Lissen here." His voice dropped a little. "This is my job. My money comes from the rent I collect fo' Mrs. Davenport. You see, I bring her a stack'a money from her buildin's and then she counts it. And when she finishes countin' she takes out my little piece. Now when I bring her more money I get more, and when I bring in less..."
Mofass didn't finish, because Poinsettia started crying.
"Let me loose!" Mofass shouted. "Let go, girl!"
"But you promised!" Poinsettia cried. "You promised!"
"I ain't promised nuthin'! Let go now!"
A few moments later I could hear him coming down the stairs.
"I be back on Saturday, and if you ain't got the money then you better be gone!" he shouted.
"You can go to hell!" Poinsettia cried in a strong tenor voice. "You shitty-assed bastard! I'ma call Willie on yo' black ass. He know all about you! Willie chew yo' shitty ass off!"
Mofass came down the stair holding on to the rail. He was walking slowly amid the curses and screams. I wondered if he even heard them.
"bastard!!" shouted Poinsettia.
"Are you ready to leave, Mr. Rawlins?" he asked me.
"I got the first floor yet."
"Mothahfuckin' bastard!"
"I'll be out in the car then. Take your time." Mofass waved his cigar in the air, leaving a peaceful trail of blue smoke.
When the front door on the first floor closed, Poinsettia stopped shouting and slammed her own door. Everything was quiet again. The sun was still warming the concrete floor and everything was as beautiful as always.
But it wasn't going to last long. Soon Poinsettia would be in the street and I'd have the morning sun in my jail cell.
Copyright © 2002 by Walter Mosley
Product details
- Publisher : Atria Books
- Publication date : Oct. 1 2002
- Language : English
- Print length : 320 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0743451767
- ISBN-13 : 978-0743451765
- Item weight : 1.05 kg
- Dimensions : 13.49 x 2.29 x 20.96 cm
- Book 2 of 17 : Easy Rawlins
- 鶹 Rank: #305,309 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #35 in Black & African American Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
- #5,833 in Literary Fiction (Books)
- #7,561 in Mystery (Books)
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Walter Mosley is one of America's most celebrated and beloved writers. His books have won numerous awards and have been translated into more than twenty languages.
Mosley is the author of the acclaimed Easy Rawlins series of mysteries, including national bestsellers Cinnamon Kiss, Little Scarlet, and Bad Boy Brawly Brown; the Fearless Jones series, including Fearless Jones, Fear Itself, and Fear of the Dark; the novels Blue Light and RL's Dream; and two collections of stories featuring Socrates Fortlow, Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned, for which he received the Anisfield-Wolf Award, and Walkin' the Dog. He lives in New York City.
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- Reviewed in Canada on July 1, 2001I'm not quite sure if this novel qualifies entirely as a mystery novel because there are so many layers that permeate the book, envelop the senses and relate to the reader about another world that sits on the fringes of everyday African-American reality. There is within thsi book something that can only be compared to the U.S. discovering a Nazi secret decoding book. There is a cadence, a language, a knowledge that is carried within Africanist people, thrugh the neighborhoods, the folks that live in them that is apparent here. That's very, very hard to translate adequately on to paper, to reveal that code, bare it to the light of publication and yet in many ways still keep it private. Easy Rawlins is more complicated than simply being a good man. He's a bit of a tortured man, wanting his best friends woman and child as his own, risking death to be with them and then still remaining loyal to his insane friend Mouse and telling him where they are. Problem #1. Problem #2 Another insane man, an IRS man who is after Easy for not paying his taxes and who challenges Easy as at face value, the color of his skin not realizing that Easy will kill him, wants to kill him and is only stopped by a meeting with Problem #3---an insane FBI agent who wants Eays to infiltrate a Baptyist church to root out communists. Of course Easy knows that communism is the scapegoat for the ol' okey-doke but he's in a terrible spot and getting more and more desperate. Usually half way through a book you can see where it's going, who has to die, who the killer is, even why the killer did something but Mosley turns this around into something that chugs the mystery along but makes it secondary to whatever is goign on in Easy's life. Every thing has a freenzy, a desperation in Easy's life---love, sex, money but he's trapped by what color he is and where he's comfortable. I read this book in a night and felt a nice comfort in its' embrace, its' soft language and hard people. People who drift in and out of the story, some mattering, some not but all the same all of them are watching Easy, some with love, most not. I don't know if this can be seen as the best book from a series and I don't even know if a series can be seen from these books---they stand on their own but shoudl be read one right after the other. I'm jumping all over the Easy map now but the one thing I can say is that I met Mr. Mosley, I wa swalking with a friend and he wa sstanding by a tree in the Village, and right before we got close enough to speak with shared a glance, a look that communicated so much, as much as Easy does in and more about what it is to be an African-American man simply being, how trouble gonna come for you and your choices are face it, run, kill it or be killed. Not too many books teach aabout manhood, African-American manhood so deftly. Buy the book, send it to a friend, not all of them will get it but then tell them that this is why African-American strangers nod, say hello to each other---we all know the code.
- Reviewed in Canada on August 1, 2002This is the second Easy Rwalings book, a series by Walter Mosley.
It's a short and fast-paced book, easy to read. There are two problems with Easy Rawlings, though. As happens with all Mosley books, the plots are kind of misty, you just don't know for sure what Rawlings must do or discover through the story. Other thing I find extremely annoying is that, except Rawlings, other characters are completely undeveloped, they're just names thrown into the story, making it a little confusing, you almost never know who is who and what part they seem to take in the plot.
Easy Rawlings is a funny character, though a little too stupid. He acts before he thinks. Mosley thinks this is a means to provide action in the book and it works well, but I thought Easy was rather obtuse sometimes. But maybe Mosley just wanted to create a story as close to reality as possible. As in "Devil in a blue dress", the most interesting character is Mouse, Easy's friend, a murderer without scruples, who should get a book of his own.
I'll give a try to "White Butterfly", the next book in the series.
Grade 7.3/10
- Reviewed in Canada on November 14, 2000One of the great things about fiction is that not only do you get the fun of plot and characters, sometimes you really can learn something. This book really opened the eyes of both my husband and I about the world of 1950's Watts and the whole red-baiting McCarthyism scene. Pretty scary stuff but a good thing for two white boomers.
EZ Rawlins continues to grown as a character. Clay's narration on the unaudited tape is terrific. The side characters are pretty interesting. The plot is solid and has a dandy twist at the end. Still, what lingers with me is the scenes of black life - the churches, the bars, EZ's wisdom on concealing his wealth.
A good read if you like mysteries and/or are interested in a look at African-American culture from a point of view other than the Oprah books.
- Reviewed in Canada on September 14, 2003A Red Death is not the novel Devil In A Blue Dress is, but really what could be? Mosley's style and storytelling are just as sharp, and he takes time to further develop the character of Easy Rawlins, the protagonist and narrator.
The main story of the novel is the same as Devil in a Blue Dress, Easy, a good man, comes into some trouble and has to use his wits, his fists, and his crazy friend Mouse (who conveniently has no problem with any moral questions that may arise on the streets of L.A) to get him out.
Mainly what a Red Death lacks is the tension, the overbearing sense of danger that hangs over every page of his first novel. The classic mystery elements of the plot are niether as complex nor are they as well defined as in Blue Dress. Too many details of the mystery are kept from the reader, therefore the audience is not as engaged during the story and not as satisfied with the resolution. These little disappointments however, will not keep me from following Easy Rawlins in White Butterfly!
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- K. ToddReviewed in the United Kingdom on May 23, 2012
5.0 out of 5 stars it don't come easy
Verified PurchaseThe second installment in the Easy Rawlins series and this book takes the development of the main character a whole lot further, with Rawlins attempting to discover why the IRS is after him for unpaid tax whilst, at the same time, attempting to run down a supposedly communist agitator. Brilliantly plotted and well written, this book almost makes you smell what it must have been like to be black and poor in early 1950's LA, with the overt racist attitude of the police and the IRS on one side and the struggle to exist with some dignity on the other. Rawlins has created a very character in Easy Rawlins and, with Raymond 'Mouse' Alexander, these are two men seemingly at odds with the norms of white society. This book is a treat for any serious fan of the genre.
- Frank DonnellyReviewed in the United States on November 28, 2022
5.0 out of 5 stars A Really Good And, For Me, Different Noir Detective Story
Verified Purchase“A Red Death” is a very good second “Easy Rawlins” detective novel authored by Walter Mosley. It is set in California in the 1950s. It is of medium length. It is a clearly written but slightly complicated mystery that did demand my full attention. I read and listened simultaneously. I liked it very much.
The protagonist, Easy Rawlins, is a mostly decent fellow with a conscience. He is a World War II combat veteran and an African American functioning in a society that often turns a blind eye to racial discrimination. The novel has a distinctive noir feel to it, but is unique in that most of the American Noir that I have read from the 1950s involves white detectives. This novel comes at a noir mystery from a different angle, that of African American characters and society. I am really intrigued by the difference.
As stated above, this is a second Easy Rawlins mystery. The first is “Devil in A Blue Dress”. I had previously read that novel and also listened to the audiobook. While “A Red Death” is a standalone novel, there are some references and characters which appear in the first novel. I am really glad that I read Devil in A Blue Dress first. I also really like both audiobook narrations.
In summary I really like both Walter Mosley novels that I have thus far read. In terms of modern detective stories I have been looking for another American mystery author as I finish up Sue Grafton’s mystery novels which I have been reading in order of publication. At this point I believe I have settled on Walter Mosley. As I do with Sue Grafton I intend to read one every other month or so. Thank You for taking the time to read this review.
Frank DonnellyA Really Good And, For Me, Different Noir Detective Story
Reviewed in the United States on November 28, 2022
The protagonist, Easy Rawlins, is a mostly decent fellow with a conscience. He is a World War II combat veteran and an African American functioning in a society that often turns a blind eye to racial discrimination. The novel has a distinctive noir feel to it, but is unique in that most of the American Noir that I have read from the 1950s involves white detectives. This novel comes at a noir mystery from a different angle, that of African American characters and society. I am really intrigued by the difference.
As stated above, this is a second Easy Rawlins mystery. The first is “Devil in A Blue Dress”. I had previously read that novel and also listened to the audiobook. While “A Red Death” is a standalone novel, there are some references and characters which appear in the first novel. I am really glad that I read Devil in A Blue Dress first. I also really like both audiobook narrations.
In summary I really like both Walter Mosley novels that I have thus far read. In terms of modern detective stories I have been looking for another American mystery author as I finish up Sue Grafton’s mystery novels which I have been reading in order of publication. At this point I believe I have settled on Walter Mosley. As I do with Sue Grafton I intend to read one every other month or so. Thank You for taking the time to read this review.
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- doc petersonReviewed in the United States on March 28, 2017
4.0 out of 5 stars Gritty noir fiction with a decidedly modern feel
Verified PurchaseFor those unfamiliar with Mosley and Easy Rawlins, think of an African-American Sam Spade with less 40s snappy dialogue and more Shaft-like cool and you'll be close to the mark. Set in late 1940s/early 1950s LA, Easy Rawlins is a street-smart WWII vet with roots in the Great Migration - wary of white men, cops and all the institutions of power that have marginalized Black people for so long - and as a result is the person residents of working-class south central go to when they need help.
The plot in _A Red Death_ involves both the professional and the personal in a classic noir-trope: Rawlins' murderous (and unstable) best friend,Mouse, has driven his wife away ... into the arms of Rawlins, a dangerous situation that could turn nasty at any moment. His personal life is compounded by the apparent suicide (or was it murder?) of a tenant in one of Rawlins' apartment buildings - a death that has drawn the attention of both the IRS and the FBI to Rawlins, who is anxious to steer clear of both.
Mosley deftly takes readers on a modern-feeling noir mystery as Easy Rawlins seeks to find what happened to his tenant while simultaneously trying to avoid being manipulated and played by the feds and avoid being murdered by his best friend. A light read, but very entertaining.
- ZaxReviewed in the United Kingdom on May 23, 2019
4.0 out of 5 stars Ultimately Unsatisfying
Verified PurchaseLike the first book, great setting, characters, dialogue.
The story however just doesn’t really hang together for me.
So much confusing coming and going, then all seems to inexplicably be sorted and neat, which is even mor perplexing.
Possibly a re-read would make it 5* as the way it portrays the historical blight, of a a time not that distant, is very well done.
Certainly worth reading if like me, intend to read the books in sequence.