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- BOOKS, Page 80Jailhouse Blues
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- HOMEBOY
- by Seth Morgan
- Random House; 390 pages; $19.95
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- The boy is Joe Speaker, small-time heroin peddler and barker
- for the Blue Note Lounge, a scumbucket strip joint in San
- Francisco's Tenderloin. The home is prison, out of which he is
- not likely to stay long. This is partly because his dim
- sidekick Rooski foolishly shot a Chinese druggist when the two
- of them were fumbling what was supposed to be a peaceful,
- harmless burglary. The main reason is that Joe belongs in jail,
- feels comfortable there. Not secure, understand, because dope
- selling in the lockup is even tougher than it is on the
- streets. Everyone there is a villain, and every villain has at
- least a shank, a homemade knife. Black and Aryan gangs feud
- murderously. Studs and lovers brutalize each other. And Joe,
- of course, misses Kitty Litter, his stripper girlfriend. But
- he is an outcast, and jail is where, when you go there, they
- have to take you in.
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- Seth Morgan began writing this first novel during a prison
- term for armed robbery. The cuff marks show, and not just in
- detail that seems accurate. The novel is funny and fast moving,
- but its air stinks slightly of decay. As it should. A couple
- of Nelson Algren's low-life adventures come to mind, such as
- A Walk on the Wild Side and The Man with the Golden Arm. Algren
- was a better writer and a more lyrical artist, but Morgan is
- better acquainted with dead souls.
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- There is more than a slight whiff of jailhouse self-pity:
- Joe loves Kitty, goes to the lockup, survives the schemes of
- bad villains with the help of good villains, and gets out to
- find true-blue Kitty and the child he has never seen waiting
- for him. The best of the book is Morgan's wildly reinvented con
- lingo. His ear fails him occasionally, when he uses
- lace-curtain language -- "caparisoned," "implacable mien" --
- that some editor should have yanked from the manuscript with
- tongs. But at other times he's cooking: "Saturday night movies
- in the Gym were the social climax of the week. Everyone put
- on the Big Dog. The hucklebuckin hambones Afropicked and
- jerrycurled their cornrows . . . the vatos and street bravos
- wrapped their cleanest bandannas around Dippity-Doed razorcuts
- . . . the whiteboys splashed on fifi water . . . the Q Wing
- punks and B CAT queens greased on party paint and shimmied into
- tightass state blues."
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- By John Skow.
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