He wrote I, the Jury in nine days. Its protagonist, Mike Hammer, vows to exact vengeance on whoever murdered his war buddy, former cop Jack Williams -- no matter who the murderer is. He vows to beat his cop friend, Pat Chambers, to the murderer and to put a bullet in that killer's gut, just as was done to Jack Williams. He does just that. Published in 1947, the book shocked readers and critics alike:
The roar of the .45 shook the room. Charlotte staggered back a step. Her eyes were a symphony of incredulity, an unbelieving witness to truth. Slowly, she looked down at the ugly swelling in her naked belly where the bullet went in. A thin trickle of blood welled out.I stood up in front of her and shoved the gun into my pocket. I turned and looked at the rubber plant behind me. There on the table was the gun, with the safety catch off and the silencer still attached. Those loving arms would have reached it nicely. A face that was waiting to be kissed was really waiting to be splattered with blood when she blew my head off. My blood. When I heard her fall I turned around. Her eyes had pain in them now, the pain preceding death. Pain and unbelief.
"How c-could you?" she gasped.
I only had a moment before talking to a corpse, but I got it in.
"It was easy," I said.
Mickey Spillane died of cancer this morning in South Carolina. He was 88.
Posted by Craig Ceely at July 17, 2006 05:37 PM