The novel’s afterlife is just as colorful, spawning two films (with Guillermo del Toro’s lushly imagined but ultimately disappointing version from last year), inspiring at least one person’s career path (Anton Szandor LaVey of the Church of Satan), introducing the word “geek” to American popular culture (even the Nat “King” Cole Trio came out with a tune), and using the phrase “cold reading” in print for the first time. (Gresham's own journey from Freud, Marx, and yoga to the Tarot, Ouspensky, and Christianity (via C.S. Lewis, for whom his wife, the poet Joy Davidman, eventually left him) is fascinating in and of itself.)

It’s not noir in the typical sense, at least in the way I typically conceive it. Nightmare Alley isn't a lean and cutting piece of work like The Grifters or The Postman Always Rings Twice. It feels more expansive and lived-in, where the reader is immersed in different worlds, following Stanton Carlisle's transformation from traveling circus magician to "the Great Stanton" to Reverend Carlisle, Pastor of the Church of the Heavenly Message. The setup is long, and so is the con.

Nightmare Alley situates the characters in a grander, wider milieu than del Toro’s movie could portray--in particular, amidst pre-World War II preoccupations with spiritualism and hypnotism. These mediums and mentalists are depicted as part of the same spectrum as the fake carnival attractions that fill the first half of the book. And so is psychoanalysis, which in Nightmare Alley is portrayed as the most malevolent grift of all. ( )

“... we come like a breath of wind over the fields of morning.

We go like a lamp flame caught by a blast from a darkened window.

In between we journey from table to table, from bottle to bottle, from bed to bed.

We suck, we chew, we swallow, we lick, we try to mash life into us like an am-am-amoeba …” (page 242-3)

Nightmare Alley (1946) is set in a carny where Stan Carlisle works.
The book is structured in twenty-two chapters, the same number of the Major Arcana: they are the Tarot cards used by the fortune-teller. Each chapter is named from the name of the cards. Gresham does not follow the order of the Major Arcana, but shuffles the deck, following an order bonded to Stan’s life.

In the first pages Stan is staring at a geek, a ‘wild man’ in a carny who bites the heads off live chickens.
The young Stan wants to leave behind himself, in every way, this way of life symbolically shown by the geek.

Stan is a pride man as well described in the following passage: “How helpless they all looked in the ugliness of sleep. A third of life spent unconscious and corpselike. And some, the great majority, stumbled through their waking hours scarcely more awake, helpless in the face of destiny. They stumbled down a dark alley toward their deaths.” (page 59)

Stan begins his social climbing by seducing the fortuneteller Zeena. His objective is to learn Zeena’s secrets of a mind-reading system. When Stan becomes master of the mind-reading, he leaves Zeena and escapes with Molly, another girl of the carny.

Stan’s pride helps him to become The Great Stanton: admired as the sun (the Tarot’s card: “The Sun: On a white horse the sun child, with flame for hair, carries the banner of life.” (page 115)
Stan’s performances introduce him in the high society, where, with the help of another woman, a psychologist, Stan tries to fool an industrialist ‘resurrecting’ his girlfriend.

But as always the sun burns if you are too close to it: Stan’s nightmare, every day the same, becomes reality: “To the left was an alley, dark, but with a light at the other end of it. … And behind him the heavy splat of shoes on cobbles. He raced toward the light at the end of the alley, but there was nothing to be afraid of. He had always been here, running down the alley and it didn’t matter; this was all there was any time, anywhere, just an alley and a light and the footsteps spanging on the cobbles but they never catch you, they never catch you, they never catch you …” (page 259)

Stan becomes aware of the impossibility to change his destiny: the geek, the nightmare, are always at the end of the alley, waiting for him.

The web surrounding Stan is built with feel of guilt, pride, and uncontrollable desire to repeat, endless, the same nightmare in the same alley.

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Gresham writes a fast-moving crime thriller about a young hustler that works in the freak show of a carnival in the 1920s. He's a virgin and he's green behind the ears, but he grows up fast and lives by taking people--women and men--for all they've got. In the beginning of the story, he's fascinated with how the geek--an alcoholic who bites the heads off chickens--came to be that way. The manager of the carnival recounts how a man starts out the slide toward the bottom, and young Stan is disgusted, wondering how anyone can sink so low. ( )

Read immediately after watching the original Tyron Power film, less because I enjoyed that movie, and more because I figured there had to be a lot more there, there.

There is, but it's all Freudian nonsense, which was a thing in potboilers of the '40s, I guess.

The most fun aspects are those with which Gresham had personal experience, which is to say carnival antics, and to a lesser extent, self-destructive alcoholism. This is another way of saying that the second act drags, and turns a page-turner into a "let's get this over with"-er.

It's interesting enough in structure and beginning and ending sections to earn a mild recommendation, and it has one of the darker last lines (in context) in literature, which counts for a lot. ( )

A great but depressing noir book. The rise and fall of Stanton Carlisle, sociopath. Stan starts out as a lonely dreamer, a magician in the carny with dreams of becoming a mentalist and finally a nationally renowned spirit medium. These are all brilliant cons, Stan has no illusions about actual paranormal powers.

While he starts out as a fairly likable lonely dreamer, he becomes ever more hardened and cynical, and despicable as he becomes more successful. In fact, there are few sympathetic characters in the book. Along the way we see flashbacks to all the critical emotional events in his prior life that made him who he was. He never really deals with his demons, they are what drive him, and the build up of these are what makes him finally collapse when it all unravels. Despite all this you end up cheering for him as he climbs because most of the people he chooses to bilk are as unsympathetic as he is. His inevitable fall (the con gets conned) is all the more tragic seeing what he started as. He ends up at the place he swore he would never be, which is where a lot of people end up.

I didn't give this five stars because I wasn't totally convinced by Stan's downfall. This is a sort of nervous breakdown as his undoing finally takes shape. He seems to give up too easily after his brilliant and tenacious climb, but he is obviously such a woefully broken man that I let it pretty much pass by.

This novel seems to point the way to later realist writing that came in '50s and '60s. Good picture of carny life in the first half of the book. The use of the Tarot as a backdrop for each chapter was novel and effective. Fate, the stars, plays a large role in the book.

I enjoyed this. However, I enjoy both detective and non-detective noir (this is non-detective). Don't expect an uplifting read. I was reminded a lot of Patricia Highsmith. It was well written and the characters believably drawn. The book seems to have dated well even though it's setting is the first half of the 20th century. The language, setting, and events are very realistic. considering the time it was written (1946). ( )