The Friends of Eddie Coyle

The Friends of Eddie Coyle

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Book - 2000?
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The classic novel from "America's best crime novelist" ( Time ), with a new
introduction by Elmore Leonard

Eddie Coyle works for Jimmy Scalisi, supplying him with guns for a couple of bank jobs. But a cop named Foley is on to Eddie and he's leaning on him to finger Scalisi, a gang leader with a lot to hide. And then there's Dillon-a full-time bartender and part-time contract killer - pretending to be Eddie's friend. Wheeling, dealing, chasing, and stealing - that's Eddie, and he's got lots of friends.
Publisher: New York : Henry Holt and Co., [2000?], c1970.
ISBN: 9780805065985
Branch Call Number: HIGGINS
Characteristics: vii, 183 pages ; 21 cm.


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Jan 12, 2019

57 year old Robert Mitchum does an excellent acting performance here as a small time criminal worried that time is running out on him and he needs to turn to informant to get on the government's dole. But there are forces operating around and on him that escape his awareness, powers that he can not control, powers that have written his future, the end of his life. The picture is quite well done and very, very realistic. No Hollywood sets here, folks. Robert Mitchum was a lifelong smoker and eventually died from complicaitons of lung cancer and emphysema.

Nov 24, 2017

I read this because almost every detective story teller cited this author as setting the bar so high for good writing. I enjoyed this story and appreciate now what everyone appreciates about this author's style.

"Between the second and third periods Coyle had difficulty following the conversation between Dillon and his wife's nephew..they had a drink in the tavern on the concourse of the Boston Garden, to let the traffic thin out..Dillon had trouble walking when they got outside. and Coyle had more trouble..Dillon sat behind the driver. He groped around and found a twenty-two magnum Armini revolver, fully loaded. he picked it up and put it in his lap. when the Ford was alone on the road, Dillon brought the revolver up and held it an inch behind Coyle's head, the muzzle pointing at the base of the skull behind the left ear. Dillon drew the hammer back. The first shot went in nicely. Dillon continued firing, double action. The revolver clicked on a spent round at last. Coyle lay thrust up against the frame between the doors of the Ford. The speedometer read eighty-five. 'slowdown, you stupid shit,' Dillon said. 'you want to get arrested or something?'"

reader8k8 Jun 09, 2015

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