Part One
Bowie is really just a kid, maybe twenty-one, twenty-two at the most. Even though he’s been in prison–for murder no less–and has recently escaped, he’s not streetwise. He’s actually pretty naive.
Don’t get the wrong impression–he’s a murderer, straight up. And he’s dangerous. But not because he wants to be; because he has to be. It’s ’cause he’s grown up hard and poor. The Great Depression. Lot’s of folks did stuff then that they wouldn’t have otherwise.
Bowie escaped with two prison buddies. T-Dub and Chicamaw. Now those two are a different story.
Take T-Dub for instance. He’s not exactly as mean as he is schooled in the ways of crime. He’s an ole pro. And when I say ole I mean he’s old–about seventy.
Chicamaw’s not that old. He’s the mean one, but if not for him Bowie would have never met Keechie. She watches over the filling station where they’ve been hiding out. Keechie is Chicamaw’s second cousin. She doesn’t like him though.
Keechie’s not pretty and she knows it. But she is smart. Her life’s been hard too, but she’s no criminal. Even so she falls in love with Bowie. They split up from the other two and run off together.
While Chicamaw and T-Dub are womanizing and liquoring it up, Bowie and Keechie are holed up in a little cottage living very ordinary lives except when the money runs low. Then Bowie teams up with Chicamaw and T-Dub and they rob banks.
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Edward Anderson was in every sense a journeyman writer. The son of a printer’s apprentice, he wrote pulp fiction and lurid true crime stories for tabloids; and like so many other writers of his time, he–a native Texan–made a pilgrimage to Europe for inspiration. He didn’t stay long.
Back in the states, he traveled to Hollywood and, for awhile, became screenwriter. But success proved to be a big tease and he habitually found himself back in Texas where he wrote for droves of newspapers. And like many other young men of his generation, he hopped freight trains and ate in soup kitchens. He was hungry. It was the Great Depression.
From his experiences as a hobo he found inspiration and wrote Hungry Men, a novel about hard times and the desperation of those subjected to them. Generally well-received, it was blunt and potent, but not without sentiment. Anderson was a skilled boxer. He knew how to pull his punches in the ring and on paper.
As for news writing, Anderson found it to be a mundane, dehumanizing slog–no better than writing for the tabloids. He became distrustful and embittered toward the press. Lots of folks felt like that–resentful and at their wits end. This was during the same time that Bonnie and Clyde were running the back roads of Texas, holding up filling stations and grocery stores for a pittance and, on a rare occasion, robbing banks for good chunk of change.
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Except for three things, Clyde Barrow was just your garden variety low-life: (1) he was extremely resourceful; (2) he was an incredibly elusive, highly skilled driver; and (3) his main partner in crime was his girlfriend, Bonnie Parker. In fact, there is little doubt that if it hadn’t been for Bonnie, very few of us would have heard of Clyde and, if we did, none of us would have cared.
Nonetheless, despite the tabloids insistence otherwise, Clyde was the leader of the gang when there was one and the dominate partner when it was just him and Bonnie–which was most of the time. (Clyde had the tendency to be a dictatorial asshole and Bonnie was about the only person that would/could put up with him.)
They both came up hard–their small stature (he was 5’4”; she was 4’11”) was probably due to malnutrition–especially Clyde who lived with his family under a wagon when they first migrated to Dallas from cotton fields of Telico. From the front porch of his family’s shack in a squatters slum, Clyde could see the shimmering skyline of Dallas proper. Unwilling to resign himself to a life of backbreaking work just to barely get by, he turned to crime young. He stole about anything he could get his hands on, mainly so he could dress nice and impress the girls.
About the only girls a guy like Clyde–one that came from the muddy, rat infested dirt roads of then unincorporated west Dallas–could impress, nice clothes or not, were fellow and equitably desperate camp girls. But maybe–just maybe–if he had the right swagger and can do spirit, he might be able to snag one from Cement City, the bleak as hell corporate commune down the road. As fate would have it, Bonnie Parker lived there.
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I have seen Altman’s film of the book and rank it as one of his best works. Have you seen Nick Ray’s 1948 film They Live By Night also based on Anderson’s novel.
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Oh yeah. It’s a great movie. I’ve never been a Farley Granger fan, although he’s had the lead in some of the best movies ever. But Cathy O’Donnell…Wow! She turns in a before its time performance. Stunningly realistic. Amazing actor.
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She was great. She and Granger were also good in Side Street which I think came out a year or so later.
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Not quite the same, but seems close kin to the Flannery O’Connor stories I’m reading.
On a different note, I love your writing style!
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DW, my friend. Thank you very much. And thanks for the follow. Word of warning…You are a fine Christian gentleman. Much respect, sir. I too am a Christian…but as to the fine part–not so much. The subject matter of my blog is often dark. I have a proclivity for noir and stories about the criminal underworld. From time to time I will also use some curse words…not liberally, I might add, but one is too many.
That said, thank you for the Flannery O’Connor reference. I do not know her and from what I just read, she’s definitely someone I’m going to check out.
God’s Blessings,
Pam
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What amazing names ” T-Dub and Chicamaw”
Never knew they were both so tiny but those firecrackers packed and real punch.
Great words Pam to get me inspired to learn more about them. Just flicked through all the brilliant photos on their wiki page. Will read more soon.
I gotta go watch Warren and Faye again now, been so long since I’ve seen it. I wonder if there’s’ any good documentary films out there! Gotta be. More investigating to do.
Will read part two and three soon.
PS love you words of warning to DW LOL
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I love DW. I know it sounds funny, Mikey…and it is, but I’m quite serious about my Christianity and protective of my Christian friends. I don’t want to be a bad influence. DW understands me, though I’m sure he sometimes disapproves.He’s had his spiritual struggles also.
As for documentaries on B&C, there are a lot of them, but none of them have really stood out as excellent. But there are some very good books out there. Anything about them by John Neal Philips is exceptional. He edited Blanche Barrow’s memoirs. It is fantastic. Her eye witness account of her and Buck’s exploits with B&C. Then their is WD Jones’ excellent article about his time with them in Playboy. You can find that article on the web. If not I’ll email it to you.
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Oh don’t worry I totally understand. It’s good to have a pre-warn in there. It’s like me and my wolfdom. I love being a wolf, most of my family and friends know but they probably don’t know that I run around in the middle of the night in a hairy frenzy. Plus seeing pictures pop up with me as a wolf needs a little pre-warn. So maybe Christianity and lycanthropy have a few things in common! I only jest.
Thanks so much for all the recommends. I will go do some proper digging and see what I come up with.
I’ve found the PB article. Book marked for a future read. Much obliged.
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Ha!
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