Great 1962 crime novel: The Hunter, by Richard Stark

After reading Donald Westlake’s The Hot Rock (read my review), a humorous crime novel about a gang of professional thieves who repeatedly bungle a jewel heist, I picked up Westlake’s The Hunter, a much less funny, but equally enjoyable, 1962 novel about a sociopathic thief named Parker, who is the main character in many of Westlake’s crime stories. (Westlake wrote the Parker series under the pen name Richard Stark, one of many pen names he adopted during his prolific career.)

The Hunter is about Parker’s quest to get revenge on a partner who ripped him off and tried to have him killed right after Parker and his crew robbed a gang of arms smugglers. Parker doesn’t let anyone impede his mission, even if it means killing an innocent person who just happens to be in the way.

At one point while reading The Hunter I contemplated abandoning it because I was bothered by Parker’s psychotic disregard for human life, but two reasons kept me going. One, the people that Parker is going after are even more despicably inhuman than he is. And two, Westlake is such a terrific writer I couldn’t stop myself from reading to find our what happens.

Parker fits in with the current crop of charismatic sociopaths that headline shows like Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, Mad Men, and Dexter. I guess their appeal is that even though they are awful people, they have just enough humanity to make you care what happens to them without actually rooting for them. It takes a skilled writer to create bad people that you care about, and Westlake is one of the greats. I’ve started the second novel in the Parker series. I’ll let you know what I think when I’m finished reading it.

The Hunter: A Parker Novel, by Richard Stark