Nancy Oakes's Reviews > The Expendable Man

9781590174951
NYRB Classics, 2012
originally published 1963
245 pp


My favorite fiction is the edgy, gritty kind where some poor guy, for some reason or another, gets drawn into a hopelessly screwed-up situation and finds that it just keeps getting worse, despite everything he does to try to escape. These kinds of stories start off innocuously enough, but within just a very short time the tension starts to build, joined by a restlessness and a sense of growing trepidation, neither of which let up until the last page. This is precisely what I look for when I pick up a crime novel, and this is exactly what I got in Dorothy B. Hughes' The Expendable Man. What happens in this novel is nothing less than one man's nightmare played out over the course of a few days of his life; between the lines Hughes pens her own insights into issues pertinent to the time & place of this novel's setting.

Dr. Hugh Densmore is an intern at UCLA, and he's left the city to be with his family for his sister's upcoming wedding in Phoenix. In his mother's borrowed car, he's making his way through the desert highway and notices a hitchhiker along the side of the road. Normally, he "knew better" than to stop for hitchhikers, but this time it's different -- leaving the young, teenaged girl at the side of the road just wasn't something his conscience isn't going to allow him to do:

"He had sisters as young as this. It chilled him to think what might happen if one them were abandoned on the lonesome highway, the type of man with whom, in desperation, she might accept a lift."

Although initially he'd planned to leave her at the border before crossing the state line into Arizona, that plan backfires and he takes her on into Phoenix. He drops her off at the bus station and she's gone. But after a surprise visit to his hotel room that same night, the next day he hears an announcement on the radio about an unidentified girl. Grabbing the newspaper, he discovers that the body of a young girl has been found in a nearby Scottsdale canal. He quickly discards any idea of helping the police identify her, but later an anonymous tip sends the cops to him -- as a suspect. He hides the situation from his family and tells the police the bare outlines of his story, but he's just certain that they're going to pin the girl's murder on him. They delay an arrest, but growing ever more paranoid that it's going to happen at any moment, he spills everything to Ellen, a family friend in town for the wedding, and Densmore sets out to prove his innocence. He has to prove that it wasn't him before they take lock him away for good -- "because of circumstance," he has been tagged as the "sacrificial goat," and he knows it. But time is ticking and no one but Ellen believes him.

A taut, thoroughly convincing and highly atmospheric novel, The Expendable Man is a classic "wrongly-accused-man" story with a bit of a twist that adds an extra layer of reader tension when it dawns on you exactly what's going on. Hughes is superb at plotting and pace; her descriptions of the Arizona desert are spot on. For example, in describing a ride through the desert night, she writes:

"The moon was high and white; each fence post, each clump of cactus was as distinctly outlined as by the sun. The mountains were moon-gray against the deep night sky. A dog barked from a distant house, the only reminder that they were not on a distant planet."

The atmosphere she creates with phrases like these reflection Densmore's own isolation throughout the story.

Her characters and dialogue are all believable as well, but beyond the normal components of this kind of fiction, Hughes also incorporates people from different walks of life into her story, all the while scrutinizing American attitudes regarding race, socio-economic status and crime in the early 1960s.

The Expendable Man is among the best books I've read all year, and I can't recommend it enough. Sure, the wrongly-accused-man thing has been done before and for many modern readers used to the gimmicky serial killer type reads that top the charts today, it might come across as a little tame in the crime area. But this book goes well beyond just another novel of crime fiction, spilling into the realm where empathy takes over -- the reader remains trapped in Densmore's nightmare just as much as he is. That's how much power Hughes has over her audience. And I loved every second of it.