Cogan's Trade: A Thriller by George V. Higgins (English) Paperback Book

Description: Cogan's Trade by George V. Higgins Jackie Cogan is an enforcer for the New England mob. When a high-stakes card game is heisted by unknown hoodlums, Cogan is called in to "handle" the problem. Moving expertly and ruthlessly, Cogan gets to the root of the problem and, with five consecutive shots from a Smith & Wesson .38 Police Special, restores order to his corner of the Boston underworld. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A hard-hitting, tour-de force tale of the mob and the man who makes sure their rules are the only rules, by the American master of crime George V. Higgins. Jackie Cogan is an enforcer for the New England mob. When a high-stakes card game is heisted by unknown hoodlums, Cogan is called in to "handle" the problem. Moving expertly and ruthlessly among a variety of criminal hacks, hangers-on, and bigger-time crooks—a classic cast of misfits animated by Higginss hilarious, cracklingly authentic dialogue—Cogan gets to the root of the problem and, with five consecutive shots from a Smith & Wesson thirty-eight Police Special, restores order to his corner of the Boston underworld. Combining his remarkable wit and a singular ability to show criminal life as it is lived, George V. Higgins builds an incredible story of crime to an unforgettable climax. Author Biography George V. Higgins was the author of more than twenty novels, including the bestsellers The Friends of Eddie Coyle, Cogans Trade, The Rat on Fire, and The Diggers Game. He was a reporter for the Providence Journal and the Associated Press before obtaining a law degree from Boston College Law School in 1967. He was an assistant attorney general and then an assistant United States attorney in Boston from 1969 to 1973. He later taught Creative Writing at Boston University. He died in 1999. Review "Higgins deserves to stand in the company of the likes of Chandler and Hammett as one of the true innovators in crime fiction." —Scott Turow "Higgins can plot a whole book like one long chase scene. He can write dialogue so authentic it spits." —Life "The Balzac of the Boston underworld. ... Higgins is almost uniquely blessed with a gift for voices, each of them ... as distinctive as a fingerprint."—The New Yorker "One of the great crime writers of the twentieth century." —Kansas City Star"Higgins writes about the world of crime with an authenticity that is unmatched." --The Washington Post "A uniquely gifted writer . . . who does at least as well by the Hogarthian Boston he knows as Raymond Chandler once did for Southern California." —The New York Times "Superb. . . Higgins is a complete novelist. His work will be read when the work of competing writers has been forgotten."—Chicago Daily News "Brilliant. . . Higgins is a master stylist."--New York Post "George V. Higginss mastery of the patois of the Boston criminal class is legendary." —San Jose Mercury News Excerpt from Book AMATO IN A GRAY SUIT with a muted red stripe, textured pink shirt with his initials on the left French cuff, a maroon and gold tie, sat at the kidney-shaped, walnut veneer desk and stared. "I got to give it to you," he said, "youre a great-looking couple of guys. Come in here about four hours late, you look like shit and you stink. The fuck, you looklike you just got out of jailor something." "His fault," the first one said. "He was late. I stood around there and I waited for him." Both of them wore black boots with red suede inserts. The first one wore an army-green poncho, a frayed gray sweater and faded blue jeans. He had long hair, dirty-blond, and mutton-chop sideburns. The second one wore an army-green poncho, a gray sweatshirt and dirty white jeans. He had long black hair that reached his shoulders. He had the beginnings of a black beard. "I hadda get my dogs in," the second one said. "I got fourteen dogs, there. Takes me a while. I cant, I cant just go. off some place, leave them dogs out." "Youre all covered with hair, too," Amato said. "You been backing them dogs up to you, I guess." "Comes from beating off, Squirrel," the second one said. "I come out, I havent got your advantages, nice business waiting for me, all that. good shit. I got to hustle." " Johnny around here," Amato said, "you can call me Johnny here. Most of the help calls me Mister, but you can call me Johnny. Thatll be all right." "Ill work on that, Squirrel, I really will," the second one said. "You got to make allowances for me, you know? I, like I just got out of fuckin jail. My heads all fucked up. I got to read just to society, is what I got to do." "You couldntve got somebody else," Amato said to the first one. "This item looks like shit and he dont have no manners. I got to put up with shit like this?" "I couldve," the first one said, "but you asked me, you know, get somebody that was all right. Russell, here, hes maybe kind of a wise ass, but hes all right if you can stand him." "Sure," Russell said, "and a guy like you, he wants something done, hasnt got the stones, do it himself, I think he oughta try pretty hard, too." "I really dont like this prick," Amato said to the first one. "Hes too fuckin fresh for my blood. How about going out and getting me a nice tough nigger? I dont think I can stand this cocksucker long enough to tell him what I want." "Russell, for Christ sake," the first one said, "willya shut the fuck up and stop jerking the guys chain? Hes tryin to do us a favor." "I didnt know that," Russell said. "I thought he wanted us to do him a favor. That the straight shit, Squirrel? You tryin, do nle a favor?" "Get the fuck out of here," Amato said. "Hey," Russell said, "thats no fuckin way, talk to a guy. The fuck you sell driving lessons to people, you go around talking to a guy like that?" "This thing I got in mind," Amato said, "the two guys I get to do itre gonna cut up about thirty, I figure. Thirty K. Shitbirds like him, Frankie, shitbirds like him I can buy for eighty cellts a dozen, they throw in another free. Get me somebody else, Frankie. Im not gonna put up with this kinda shit." "Remember them habes we had?" Frankie said. "Habes," Amato said, "what habes? We had about nine hundred habes. Every time I turn around that monkeys pulling out something else I got to sign. What habes?" "They, the ones they bring us down for," Frankie said. "The federal ones." "On the line-up thing," Amato said, "yeah. The time that big coon come after me." "Long Tall Sally," Frankie said. "I dunno what his name was," Amato said. "We didnt have no nice conversation or anything. He was just trying to get my pants off and I was just trying to stop him from getting my pants off, is all. Jes hold still there a minute, white boy, Im gonna shove all my good time right up your sugah ass. Fuckin guy. He had white lipstick on." "The next night he wasnt there," Frankie said. "The next night I wasnt there," Amato said. "If I hadve been that fuckin nigger wouldntve, boy. I got Billy Dunn a wood chisel for that fucker, he was gonna grab him in the yard if I was there. Fuckin dumb screws, cant always depend on them guys showin up when you need them like that, guys liable to learn a new way, hes not careful." "You were in Norfolk," Frankie said. "I was in Norfolk," Amato said. "Sit there all day listening to some kid make a fuckin asshole outa my goddamned lawyer, all I can think abouts what Billys gonna do to that coon, I get back there, and then it turns out, Im going to Norfolk. Only thing I see that night, theres this nun in a gray thing, there, wants to know, do I wanna learn the fuckin guitar." "I know her," Russell said. "Shes allover the place. She was up to Concord once. I said to her, I said: Sister, I wanted to play the guitar, I wouldve grabbed a fuckin guitar. After that she left me alone. Lot of the guys liked her, though." "That night the nigger was in the hospital," Frankie said. "Good," Amato said. "I hope he fuckin died." "Nope," Frankie said, "but I seen him. He was missing about three feet of skin off his fuckin head." "Hey," Amato said. "Him," Frankie said, nodding his head toward Russell. "No shit," Amato said. "Peeled him like a fuckin orange," Frankie said. "More like pulling bark off a fuckin tree," Russell said. "Guy had skin like nothing I ever seen." "He came after you?" Amato said. "Somebody sure did," Russell said, "somebody looked to me like he hadda be the biggest chungo bunny inna world, come after me. I had this blade there, another guy I meet onna way over, he told me, I give him a hundred out of my thing there and he had this blade for me. Said I was probably gonna need it. I bet I wasnt in there ten minutes and that niggers coming after me. Didnt do it again, though." "Thats how come," Frankie said. "Hes a prick but hes got all the moves." "He clean?" Amato said. "Both you guys clean?" "Frankie," Russell said, "you been using something?" "Shut the fuck up, all right, Russell?" Frankie said. "Yeah. I havent had anything but booze since I get out. Not that much booze, either. Mostly beer. I been waiting for payday, I start in on the VO and other stuff." "Youre on pills," Amato said. "Youre in, youre on pills. I seen you, dont forget. You were beating the hell out of them yellowjackets." "John," Frankie said, "the yellowjackets were there. I didnt see nobody serving no beer. I took what there was. I havent had none of that stuff since I was out." "How about him?" Amato said. "Gee, Squirrel," Russell said, "I wouldnt take nothing. I, ah, I probably had a couple quarts of Ripple and some grass, and I mightve had one or two dime bags once or twice, but I just snort them, you know? Its not like I was using something. I go to Cub Scouts, you know? And they pat you down, there, they start teaching you how to tie them knots and everything." "Smack," Amato said to Frankie. Frankie shrugged. "I ask you to find a guy for me and I got this thing, and all I got to do is do it and we get some very nice money. All I got to do is find two guys that can do a fairly simple thing without fucking it up, and this is the best you can do for me. A fuckin junkie. And Im supposed to just let you guys go in there and youre gonna go in and once and for all youre gonna fuck it up, a job thats never gonna come around again in a million years. I dont want to have a whole lot of fun with this thing, you know, because I hadda go out and get a guy that looked all right when I got him and then he goes in and hes on the fuckin nod or something. I want the goddamned money. Thats what I need." "Squirrel," Russell said, "when I was a little kid I used to take off on Cheracol. I didnt have any trouble. When I was working for my Uncle, I used to have to go down in holes for him, you know? The carbon black on my face and go down in them holes with a forty-five in my hand and a knife in my fuckin teeth and I went into them tunnels. Every day I went in them tunnels. If there wasnt anything in the tunnel, that was a good day. Not so good days, theres probably only a big fuckin snake in there or something that wants to eat you. Kinda bad days, theres some skinny dink in there with a gun, tryin to kill you. Bad days was when the dink did it, or there was a piece of wire in there and you didnt happen, you werent paying attention or something and its rigged up to something that blows up pretty quick, or else theres a punji stick in there with a whole lot of dink shit on it under your hand and you go into your basic blood poisoning extra quick. "I didnt have no bad days," Russell said. "I was in them tunnels almost two years and I didnt have no bad days. I wasnt buying up Mustangs and teaching little dumb shits to drive, but I didnt have no bad days, either. "The thing of it is, Squirrel," Russell said, "whe Details ISBN030794722X Author George V. Higgins Short Title COGANS TRADE Series Vintage Crime/Black Lizard Language English ISBN-10 030794722X ISBN-13 9780307947222 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Residence Milton, MA, US Birth 1939 Death 1999 Year 2011 Publication Date 2011-11-01 Subtitle A Thriller Country of Publication India Pages 224 Publisher Random House USA Inc Imprint Random House USA Inc Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:37461944;

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