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What's going on?Gareth Evans surveys the hard-bitten world of Black Underground and crime writing - from the original Jazz poet, and godfather of rap, Gil Scott-Heron to ex-pimp Iceberg Slim and Clinton favourite Walter Mosley. With additional research by Ben Slater.
Of course, Black writers have long been publishing with great success in the UK. From the Booker Prize-winning Ben Okri, through Caryl Phillips, Jackie Kay and Marsha Hunt (important for her patronage of the Saga Prize for debut Black British writers) to Wilson Harris and John Agard (to name only a very few), great fiction, drama and poetry has enriched both the culture and the tongue. Long-standing support for Caribbean and African literature in English from publishers Faber and Longman has also been vital in promoting texts from the widest reaches of the English-language diaspora. However, this article concerns itself with a particularly distinctive tradition, or traditions; those that, while running concurrently with the development and promotion of more mainstream Black writing, speak with an altogether different and more ambiguous tone.
It grew out of an overwhelming sense of rage and frustration with the prejudices and innate totalitarianisms of the nation and set the tone for a series of distinctive works that, growing out of oral and protest traditions, and infused with the rhythms of blues and jazz, spoke in stark and accessible language to Black (and white) readers alike of the enormous difficulties of ghetto and street life.
The re-issue of 'Crime-Life' books is a major part of Payback's intentions, and none is more successful, and more fits the description of Outsider writing, than the work of Iceberg Slim. His books have sold an astonishing 12 million copies in the States, vindication enough that such a voice is needed. Born Robert Beck, Iceberg (a moniker that launched a whole roster of Rap pseudonyms) was a supplier of prostitutes in Chicago and undoubtedly involved in much of that city's notorious criminal activity in the 40s and 50s. After three stretches in prison he chose to reflect upon his life - from the relative safety of Los Angeles - in the form of novels. The first, Pimp: the story of my life (first published in America in 1969), is pure autobiography - an unflinching, unapologetic account of his career as a hustler and street operator from adolescence to prison. However, what elevates Pimp beyond a true-crime memoir is Slim's rich combination of street slang and the ripe hyperbole of the tabloid or the pulp story. The opening lines of the prologue are among the best (and the most pungently scene-setting) in the whole of crime literature: 'Dawn was breaking as the big Hog scooted through the streets. My five whores were chattering like Magpies. I smelt the stink that only a street whore has after a long and busy night. The inside of my nose was raw. It happens when you're a pig for cocaine.' Pimp might be accused of exploiting the degradation of women and men, but Slim never pretends that this is anything but an honest report of his actions, and in that sense it is a brave and compelling work. However, Iceberg is not alone in walking the walk and talking the talk when it comes to hands-on experience. Lost novelist Clarence Cooper Jr overdosed after a lifetime of prison and addiction, while Donald Goines, who shares Iceberg's US publisher Holloway, was murdered aged 39, but not before writing 16 novels of the hardest pulp detection.
The volume also includes such modern innovators as Britain's Mike Phillips, and the hugely popular Walter Mosley, Bill Clinton's favourite writer, although this oft-repeated fact can't have done his sales much harm. His first novel to feature the thoughtful private investigator Easy Rawlins, Devil in a Blue Dress (Picador), kick-started a sequence - Gone Fishin', White Butterfly, A Red Death, Black Betty (Serpent's Tail) - which made highly effective use of post-war American history, the progress of civil rights from the 40s to the 60s becoming an unavoidable backdrop to whatever case Rawlins stumbled into. Mosley combines the terse language and metaphor of the hard-boiled school of detective fiction with a deep sense of melancholy for the state of the ghetto. Recently Rawlins has given way to Socrates Fortlow, the outsider-hero of Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned (Serpent's Tail), a man who has served his time for murder and must contemplate the brutality of the streets from the position of a transgressor redeemed. Crime writing in general is of course a huge industry now - a browse along the labyrinthine shelves of London's Murder One bookshop will leave you dizzy with the number of guises the genre can adopt. And Black British writer Mike Phillips has enjoyed acclaim and sales within its diverse walls for a fair while now. He broke new ground for the British thriller with the acclaimed Blood Rights (Harper Collins), which introduced protagonist Sam Dean, a freelance journalist who inevitably ends up involved in networks of crime. Dean has recurred in The Late Candidate and Point of Darkness (both Collins) and, while he is not necessarily on the side of the law, he does have a strong political conscience. In The Dancing Face (Collins), the hero is a lecturer drawn by his political beliefs into the theft of an ancient African artifact. Again Phillips weaves complex struggles about identity into his characteristically compelling plots.
The X Press is now a fully fledged operation, covering everything from children's books to romance, but it hasn't forgotten its roots, and stirred up the tabloids when it put out Donald Gorgon's aptly titled Cop Killer a couple of years back. Whilst Britain's Black crime writers thrive, its less explicitly genre-based Underground writing is, perhaps by definition, less well-known. We might be rather more familiar with the potent, moving dub and protest poems of Linton Kwesi Johnson and Benjamin Zephaniah, god-fathers of the spoken word who can also boast a stack of albums and collections, all eloquent and innovative explorations of Black British experience, from the rigours of police harassment to the impact of narcotics on the community, telling it like it is in a language that nevertheless rises above polemic into often triumphant expressions of spirit and defiance. Now a new generation is expressing itself through the lens of rave culture. One of the best of this grouping, Q, with his speed prose poem Deadmeat (Sceptre), exposes club culture from the inside out, and the book's marketing equally entered new territory, with promotions in the kind of venues that outflank a conventional bookshop push. There is no question that the territory described within these books is a predominantly male one. Individual writers have often had to answer to charges of misogyny. It is hard, violent and does not seek escapist answers. The life of a community is at stake, and in that sense the situation is too serious to do anything but commit entirely to attempting a truthful telling of events, whether real or imagined. The writing therefore is anything but insular, and welcomes all who take it on its own terms: passionate, committed, raging against the machine and prejudice - in short, some of the most powerful books you are likely to experience. Coming up from the streets, but bringing with them worlds and characters that will stay with, and maybe even change, you. n
Gareth Evans is a freelance writer, reviewer and researcher. He teaches Print Media at the University of the West of England in Bristol and co-edits Entropy: a journal of experimental culture with Ben Slater.
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