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Hard Rain Falling ❮Read❯ ➯ Hard Rain Falling Author Don Carpenter – Capitalsoftworks.co.uk Don Carpenter's Hard Rain Falling is a tough as nails account of being down and out but never down for good a Dostoyevskian tale of crime punishment and the pursuit of an ever elusive redemption The n Don Carpenter's Hard Rain Falling is a tough as nails account of being down and out but never down for good Hard Rain ePUB ´ a Dostoyevskian tale of crime punishment and the pursuit of an ever elusive redemption The novel follows the adventures of Jack Levitt an orphaned teenager living off his wits in the fleabag hotels and seedy pool halls of Portland Oregon Jack befriends Billy Lancing a young black runaway and pool hustler extraordinaire A heist gone wrong gets Jack sent to reform school from which he emerges embittered by abuse and solitary confinement In the meantime Billy has joined the middle class married fathered a son acuired a business and a mistress But neither Jack nor Billy can escape their troubled pasts and they will meet again in San uentin before their strange double drama comes to a violent and revelatory end.

  • Paperback
  • 308 pages
  • Hard Rain Falling
  • Don Carpenter
  • English
  • 24 April 2016
  • 9781590173244

About the Author: Don Carpenter

Don Carpenter was an American writer best known as the author of Hard Rain Falling He wrote numerous novels novellas short Hard Rain ePUB ´ stories and screenplays over the course of a year career that took him from a childhood in Berkeley and the Pacific Northwest to the corridors of power and ego in Hollywood A close observer of human frailty his writing depicted marginal characters like pool sharks pr.



10 thoughts on “Hard Rain Falling

  1. Jeffrey Keeten Jeffrey Keeten says:

    ”He was legally a fugitive from the orphanage and in that sense he was ‘wanted’ He did not feel ‘wanted’ he felt very unwanted He had desires and nobody was going to drop out of the sky to satisfy them He tried to milk a little self pity out of this thought but it did not work he had to recognize that he preferred his singularity his freedom All right He knew what he wanted He wanted money He wanted a piece of ass He wanted a big dinner with all the trimmings He wanted a bottle of whiskey He wanted a car in which he could drive a hundred miles an hour He wanted some new clothes and thirty dollar shoes He wanted a45 automatic He wanted a record player in the big hotel room he wanted so he could lie in bed with the whiskey and the piece of ass and listen toThat was what he wanted So it was up to him to get those things”Those are not big dreams right? I mean a guy should expect to have a slutty girlfriend a gun it is America after all; there are guns than people decent clothes good music a fast car a big meal once in awhile and be able to spin the cap off a fresh bottle of whiskey when he needs to forget how shitty his life is even when he is walking around in his thirty dollar shoes For Jack Levitt who has never had anything those dreams are so big they seem like millionaire dreams His parents came to violent ends at very young ages Jack was not cute; in fact even when he was little he was kind of tough looking It is hard to find adoptive parents when you look like a future felon at eight He is in the system so long he becomes part of the system Jack meets a pool shark by the name of Billy Lancing and though they only intersect for a few hours before Jack is hauled back to juvie that meeting will prove fateful They don’t meet again for decades Jack might be white and Billy might be black but there is no color barrier for poverty desperation and the feeling that there has to be than this ”But I don’t want to be a negro; I don’t want to be a white man; I don’t want to be a married man; I don’t want to be a businessman; I don’t want to be lonely Life seemed to be a figure eight It terrified him sitting on the bus as if time had opened black jaws and swallowed him”Jack has a similar epiphany about his life He meets up with an old friend Denny ”Lived in half a hundred arid furnished rooms pretended the vacuum was freedom wakened almost daily to the fear that time was a dry wind brushing away his youth and his strength and slept through as many nightmares as there were nights to dream He just sat and smiled at Denny and saw what time had done to him and wondered now comfortably why he was so bothered by time It happens to everybody this way he thought we sit here and get older and die and nothing happens”Anybody who has ever been to a high school reunion knows about the ravages of time I’ve never been to one but someone always sends me pictures from the latest reunion as enticements I’m sure to come to the next one I’m getting old enough now where people have warped melted and expanded to such an extent that they are becoming unrecognizable Little Tommy has become BIG Tommy and there is barely a glimmer left of the beauty that made the prom ueen the lead actress in a series of pornographic dreams I find myself having to agree with Jack and Billythis is it? This is where we strive to arrive? I’ve had a much better start middle and hopefully finish to my life than what Jack and Billy experienced Regardless life is a heartless cold blooded witch and no one gets through life unscathed The scale is constantly tilting back and forth between bitter experiences and sweet experiences I try to focus on the good memories and blur the bad memories but the older we get the battle scars start to show We become unrecognizable at high school reunions Billy and Jack end up incarcerated in the same prison and in fact the same cell They have both failed at almost everything in life Jack spent some time boxing but discovered he is too thin skinned and bleeds too easily but he can take care of himself physically Billy made it briefly into the middle class but he felt trapped by the responsibility that proved too heavy and all he could think about was running away from the weight He is smaller and gets the wrong kind of attention in prison Never die protecting a virgin asshole They forge an alliance that becomes built on than friendship This book is hardboiled with a capital H Once institutionalized it is hard for people to ever not be institutionalized They don’t teach you how to survive outside the system Is it any wonder that too many orphans of the state end up being wards of the state in prison or halfway houses? They have no blueprint to achieve their dreams They struggle and when they fail there is always some judge willing to put them back into the system They understand life inside They don’t understand the real world After all isn’t it just as hopeless with responsibility on the outside? Well written clipped hard prose with philosophical musings that will have you nodding your head as you realize that the difference between us and Jack and Billy is the fickleness of fate If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews visit also have a Facebook blogger page at

  2. Glenn Russell Glenn Russell says:

    Don Carpenter 1931–1995 American author who grew up in Berkeley California and lived most of his life in the Pacific Northwest Hard Rain Falliing was his first novel published in 1966 Hard Rain Falling A clear honest story of Jack Levitt a young man abused and brutalized in his years growing up in an orphanage and after running away to Portland Oregon at age sixteen living his hardscrabble life among his buddies and cheap whores in and out of sleazy pool halls dilapidated boarding houses and hotels reform school and prison lots of prison all the while drinking whiskey and fist fighting his way through seething anger and rage Author Don Carpenter’s prose is so sharp and vibrant I had the feeling of standing next to Jack every step of the way I also got to know up close and personal a few other men and women in Jack’s life like Billy a teenage pool shark with yellow skin and kinky reddish brown hair young tough Denny who loves any kind of dangerous illegal action and last but hardly least wild woman Sally This is such a powerful novel other than my own brief comments I’ll stand aside and let the author’s words speak for themselvesAlthough he had clear blue eyes and curly blonde hair even at age seven Jack looked like a seasoned boxer Here’s Jack on his experience at the orphanage – and no wonder he ran away as soon as he could“Because the children of the orphanage were taught all week long every week of their lives that the difference between good and evil right and wrong was purely a uestion of feeling if it felt good it was bad if it felt bad it was good And work they were taught that work was good especially hard work and the harder the work the better it was their bodies screaming to them that this was a lie it was all a terrible God originated filthy lie a monstrous attempt to keep them from screaming out their rage and anguish and murdering the authorities” One night a reform school guard lines the boys up and accuses them of unnatural sex practices then grabs one of the frightened kids around the neck Jack lashes out at this injustice fists first nearly killing the guard an action that lands him in a dark isolated cell for over four months And that’s dark as in completely black; no light for 126 days“The punishment cell was about seven feet long four feet wide and six feet high The floor and walls were concrete and there were no windows In the iron door near the bottom was a slot through which he passed his slop can and through which his food and water were delivered to him They did not feed him every day and because of that he had no way of knowing how much time had passed At times all his senses deserted him and he could not feel the coldness of the concrete or smell his excrement and the small sounds he made and the sounds that filtered in through the door gradually dimmed and he was left along inside his mind without a past to envision since his inner vision was gone too and without a future to dream because there was nothing but this emptiness and himself”When Jack is in his early 20s after stealing a car and breaking into a house of rich people away on vacation and being caught drunk in bed he is sent to a county jail“The boredom of it all the sameness the constant noise and smell of the tank were driving him crazy The fact that he was in was driving him crazy They had no right to do this to me or to anybody else He hated them all But was crazy to hate them So he decided he was going crazy It was a relief for him to go berserk at last it was an act of pure rationality that had nothing to do with McHenry or the poor fool Mac was taking over the bumps It was an expression of sanity a howl of rage at a world that put men in county jails Everything finally got to be too much and he let go of his passion”Jack in San uentin prison on his bunk looking up at the stark white ceiling reflecting on our constant itch for sexual pleasure and the reason he was born in the first place“It struck him with horrible force His parents whoever they were had probably made love out of just such an itch For fun for this momentary satisfaction they had conceived him and because he was obviously inconvenient dumped him in the orphanage because he the life they had created while they were being careless and thoughtless was not part of the fun of it all; he was just a harmful side effect of the scratching of the itch; he was the snot in the handkerchief after the nose had been blown just something disgusting to be gotten rid of in secret and forgotten Cold rage filled him rage at his unknown parents rage at the life he had been given and for such trivial stupid reasonsThere's a lot of scenes where Jack Levitt talks drinks smokes and takes action with Billy Denny Sally and others even reaching a point in his life where he reads Joyce and Faulkner but day and night and that's ever day and every night Jack has to deal with his rage Again as honest and as clear a novel as you will ever readSpecial thanks to Goodreads friend Jeffrey Keeten for writing his penetrating review of this American classic thus prompting me to read Hard Rain Falling and write my own review

  3. D. Pow D. Pow says:

    Don Carpenter’s Hard Rain Falling is the best novel I’ve read this year Originally published in 1966 and long out of print it has been brought back to readers in a handsome trade paperback edition by the New York Review Books Classics imprint with a thoughtful introduction by current crime writing doyen George Pelecanos The book is epic in scope covering over three decades of eventful action from late 1920’s subsistence horse ranches to the San Francisco of the early ‘60’s on the cusp of the sexual revolution but still in thrall to repressive s The book is mainly set in the Pacific Northwest and in Frisco Its main protagonist is Jack Levitt who when we first meet him is a hard bitten reform school thug with no talent other than fighting and a capacity to endure physical pain Levitt’s parents are the subject of a heartbreaking opening chapter where they meet mate and part in a collision as ultimately as destructive for its principals as two asteroids colliding in the silent abyss of space one that leaves you little hope for little Jack’s life trajectory The book follows Jack through low end working class postwar America the pool halls of Portland and flop houses of Frisco thorough tortuous episodes in reform school and an arc of ascending criminal activity until Levitt finds himself in San uentin doing hard timeJack’s life intertwines with Billy Lancing whom we first meet as a young talented pool hustler in Portland when both Jack and Billy are teenagers Billy is black and a runaway One of the uniue strengths of Hard Rain Falling especially in comparison to its ostensible genre and other major novels published in the same era is the clear eye and lucid prose it casts on race in America post WWII Carpenter poignantly captures Billy’s hurt core of being when he recognizes his skin color makes him outcast among outcasts There is none of the hipster jive Mailer tossed out at blacks nor the muddled glorification some of the beats viewed blacks withSexuality too is displayed in a mature thought provoking manner Levitt begins his life in an orphanage because of an `itch’ his parents couldn’t help but scratch And that same itch hounds Jack and befuddles him throughout the book makes him feel one moment gloriously alive one moment less than human Carpenter’s compassion and empathy in this arena of life extends to homosexual love when it is encountered in San uentin It is neither viewed with contempt like latter day tough guy scribes like Tarentino or Guillermo Arriaga nor fetishized into absurdity as in Genet It merely isWhen Jack and Billy meet again in San uentin after eually heartbreaking paths Jack further into crime and violence Billy with an aborted attempt to maintain a family the relationship takes on a searing intimacy and naked vulnerability that is found nowhere else in the book and that is unlike anything else I’ve read in 1960’s American LiteratureIf Hard Rain Falling was merely a prisoncoming of age novel it would be a wonderful success it is a model of clarity brevity and precise observation But what sets it apart is the wonderful interior ramblings of Jack Levitt as he tries to make sense of the brutally senseless world he lives in of his own rabid dog impulses the nature of power and powerlessness and the labyrinth and often self lacerating ways of the human heartIt is not merely about prisons made of concrete and steel but of the prisons of failed relationships the odious lock ups of diminished and dying expectations the unforgiving solitary confinement of our own screaming skulls NYRB on the back cover has dared to compare the novel to Dostoevsky I don’t think it’s hyperbole Levitt’s journey from violent thug through the bowels of the prison system and out the other side with something like wisdom and grace touching him easily echoes Raskolnikov or the narrator of Memoirs from the House of The Dead in its capacity to evoke redemption in the face of brutality Hard Rain Falling is a great American novel that NYRB deserves lasting credit for pulling from the bonfire of oblivion even if for a short time Carpenter deserves to be read into posterity for his techniue and for his genuinely wise and empathic take on the marginals of this society the society that marginalizes them thoughtlessly and the tenderness sacrifice and love that can blossom in the most heartless places imaginable

  4. brian brian says:

    eighth grade i had an economics teacher called dr cole first day of class he gave us a list of ualities we'd potentially possess as adults wanted us to rank them from 1 20 in order of importance some of the stuff on the list richhealthy happy marriedemployed famousintelligentpowerfulcole was a strange bird a thin meticulous type; kind of a well toned george will with a contemptuous sneer he watched as we scored the rankings and held them up to be collected he didn't want them he stood up front and asked how many people put 'happy' as number one a bunch of us raised our hands he looked out at the class and said 'anyone who didn't raise their hand is an idiot' and that was it no on that he handed out the syllabus and went into all the class reuirement bullshit most of the kids thought he was a typical teacher asshole but all that 'happy' and 'idiot' palaver stuck with some of usi love love love lerve luff looooooove hard rain falling let's make it the next goodreads cause célèbre yeah? let's resist the temptation to be mannered and reasonable and not shout our heads off so as not to feel like an asshole later ok? let's just belt it all out and have a few extra slugs and get all giddy and excited and dance around a little and get behind this one it's a ten ton truck of existential dread and we love it donald wrote a review i can't top won't even try lays out all that is great about this book should've been a bestseller and acknowledged great writer of our time instead he fell between the cracks and his book came back into print sixteen years after he blew his brains out

  5. David David says:

    Okay You can go ahead and believe the hype This thing is pretty great Initially based on a few hot steaming barely legal facials this book has been given on this very website I was all ready to step up on Hard Rain Falling throw my hands up in the air and say 'What you got bitch? I di'n't think so' Or alternately serve up the ever effective 'You ain't bad You ain't nothin' You ain't nothin'' in which scenario Hard Rain Falling is played by Wesley Snipes and my black combat jumpsuit is really really zippery and buckly In other words I served this book a challenge and it answered accordinglyI usually don't have high hopes for novels about angry young toughguys because c'mon hasn't the angry young toughguy schtick been done to death? When you read another one of these authors going on about another drunken or drugged out lout who's 'livin' the life' that's my code phrase for an authentic® antibourgeois antisocial antiauthoritarian life you are really tempted if you're me to fiddle with your hangnail sigh fortissimo and let fly something semi snide like 'Oh goodie I'm glad the grossly underrepresented angry young white male demographic finally gets its say in the vagicentric world of 20th century American literary' But then if you read or don't read on the basis of these prejudices the terrorists have won And you importantly have lost Hard Rain Falling is about this kid named Jack Levitt who's really mean and despicable mostly Sometimes he just gets a craving to go out and beat the shit out of some random stranger so he hopes a passerby looks at him funny or brushes up against him on the street so he'll have a reason to unleash the beast It's really horrifying in a way because it reminds you that there really are Jack Levitts out there in the world and the only thing that's really protecting you from them is the statistical probability that you probably won't run into one of them As a prologue Carpenter includes a short chapter set in the 1920s about Jack's parents who if we wanted to be flippant and elitist which of course we do would be described in contemporary culture as paragons of Wal Mart Culture I almost think it would have been better if Carpenter would have left out this seedy little prelude because it seems to want to provide some justification or impetus for Jack's later delinuency But since both his parents died young and Jack grew up in an orphanage it either appears to suggest intentionally or not a biological basis for his badassness or to point at some kind of degenerative contagion infecting and spreading through society in general At any rate the prologue six and a half pages is not nearly as unfortunate as the epilogue three and a half pages which makes an awkward unsatisfying leap from gritty toughmindedness to a gauzy sun dappled coda borrowed from Fitzgerald's Tender Is the Night I really really despised the epilogue to this book but because I loved the rest of it so much I am willing to selectively forget that it ever existed just as I refuse to believe that the Star Wars preuels were anything but the product of a fever dream They were never in fact made I have to believe that The religion of my youth depends upon itWhat is truly remarkable about Hard Rain Falling is that it feels refreshingly honest So many midcentury contenders for 'the great American novel' seem so artificial and burnished to me It's like when you watch one of those Merchant Ivory adaptations of an EM Forster novel Life was never really like that I'm sorry It just wasn't This is reality refracted through Forster's concept of 'polite literature' and Merchant Ivory's concept of 'tasteful filmmaking' A double refraction my friends But yes even in the rarified halls of Howards End life was never uite so neat and tidy How do I know this? I'm a human being that's how Ruth Wilcox farted And Margaret Schlegel ueefed And when people 'only connected' sometimes it was just for a second rate blowjob But to rephrase Woody Allen even a second rate blowjob is a okay in my book What I am saying is that there is a messiness in life that literature and art necessarily tidies up We would be frustrated by a novel that was as pointless random unstructured meandering and unintelligible as real life But I think Hard Rain Falling contends with this messiness to a greater extent than do most novels of its era You won't find anything approaching ethical simplicity in this novel so if you crave high contrast moralism avoid this Don Carpenter does something fairly noteworthy here He creates a character Jack Levitt who is reasonably unlikeable in an abstract sense; if I listed off his traits attitudes and behaviors from most of the novel you'd be left with a mental image of the bastard offspring of Courtney Love and Dick Cheney In a word unsympathetic And yet and yet Carpenter does not trick you into condoning Jack's behavior by providing cheap rationalizations but he nevertheless creates a real complex character whom you the reader wants to see better himself on many levels Carpenter makes you care And let me tell you that's hard work It's hard to make people care about mostly uncaring characters Carpenter's treatment of race and homosexuality is also worthy of mention here We can not with any degree of sincerity deny that racism and homophobia were significant components of mainstream American culture in the 1950s and 1960s Hell we can't deny that they're still fucking things up in a major way even today not just in America of course but everywhere; perhaps the categories of 'otherness' are different in other cultures but they're almost always there But when an average black man lives his life I feel confident saying that racism is a 'mere' fact; now it may be a fact to be combatted or acuiesced to but there are always other facts An average black man's life isn't structured like a novel about racism as an issue to be foregrounded and Carpenter recognizes that Ditto for homosexuality These realities may be significant and influential to the individual's life but they never express the totality of experience I think that many authors tend to fetishize social injustice It might seem as though I am saying that they overstate it which is far from the case; I actually believe that by rendering it so extraordinary they understate it I mean racism is depressing yes but racism standing shoulder to shoulder with the banal miseries of everyday life is almost unbearable But this is real life and I think Don Carpenter does an admirable job of approaching it in a way no author of his generation did

  6. Paquita Maria Sanchez Paquita Maria Sanchez says:

    I've been having this Western problem lately maybe the last year or so where I've been reading good books Hear me out I mean I've been reading books that are good I liked them I enjoyed them They were well executed they were thought provoking they were stylistically interesting and experimental or at least engaging I did not regret reading them they were good I liked them I liked them they were good Dear god I am a bored housewife to these good books I blame goodreads in part for opening me up to things I would never have known to bother to try without it and setting me on a path to learn about the new n weird through all y'all digital book reports and bibliographies so now it is rare that I read a shitty book However I've been on this well advisedmisguided path where I've been trying to really shake up what I read instead of sticking with things that have been vetted by hundreds of years or two whole Penguin editors books about the simple mundane multifarious monster that is the huuuuuman condiiiitiooon Buuuueller In that sense it was strange going back to a straight clean navel gazing narrative with a limited ish cast engaging in commonplace ish scenarios over a long ish stretch of time And by strange I mean like eating a bowl of bran after weeks and weeks of burritos Don't be shy you know what I'm sayin' I can't talk this book up enough but I will asterisk my vehemence with the fact that it was just high time I read something just exactly like this exact book so my bias in its favor can not be overstated It is pensive ponderous and yet at times sassily pithy and depressing than an Oklahoma tittybar at 2 pm Trust me I've experienced both It is morose yet purposefully and effectively so it is loving and cold and back again It is the best and most honest inviting book I have read in uite a while Also it has moments of genuine hilarity The characters breathe and their actions make the frantic non sense of the craven impulsive realistic commonplace wrecking ball behavior which some of the less controlled sorts of folks have come to know so well cough Even the sex scenes are convincing yet coy and concise and I rarely ever find that in anything anywhere The mockeries are hard earned the victories much deserved and resoundingly unrewarded but to an end beyond man that shit's just sad It is not depressing for the sake of arrrrrt uh if that's what you were afraid of Things happen just exactly as you would imagine they would happen given the circumstances of this fictional world though the story still remains winding and dynamic It is tragic and lovely and hopeful and crushing and you should just read it ok?On the cover people always talk about these NYRBs like they are so pretty and often than not they certainly are This one? This one is not Maybe this is 20 years of darkroom work talking but that cover image looks like soup to me The reason they call it black and white is because they have these magical filters and camera setting and printing methods where you can make your lovingly composed grayscale images into many crrrrraaaaazy other tones like blackand white Just saying if I had turned that image in to any of my photo professors they would've cursed me up good before sending me back to the lab for a reprint And rightly so Hideous cover beautiful bookI guess I didn't describe the story at all It's just a guy's whole life is all If you want to know about plot read the book That's what they're for dum dumAdditional thought Why is this book never to my knowledge mentioned on any LGBT book lists? Is it because the main character comes off as a stock tough guy or that the language is gender sexuality and race prickly? Just curious I thought the romantic sub plot between view spoilerBilly and Jack hide spoiler

  7. Richard Derus Richard Derus says:

    Wanting is not the same as having; having is not the same as makingYou can love and love never saying the word never getting eye to eye with the core of your need and gift and be no closer to the beloved than bodies can get Only children can be utterly consuming love objects though far too often they aren't And lovers? Far too scary to love unguardedly I think but most don't even get near to the guardrails before swerving back to the middle of the roadIt's the carnage from their fear driven lurches that takes out the innocent bystanders That's what this story is The record of Jack's fear driven rage fueled lurchings back and forth as love ungiven ungivable rots him from within taking an agonizingly slow time to finish its dreadful workA dark and terrible story about a life unlived only sweated out

  8. Garima Garima says:

    When a book starts with a line which is immediately reminiscent of Infinite Jest then it’s alright to have some unrestrained expectations from it They can kill you but they can’t eat you But with Hard Rain Falling I had to keep a lot many things in mind before letting my expectations go out of hand and to eventually give what I may immodestly pronounce as a fair reaction The fact that this book was written in 1960’s was something I constantly reminded myself It helped when I came across lines like Nobody ever escaped from The Rock Sean Connery? I digressed and I had to Focus This went on for almost halfway through the novel because I was coming across one thing or the other I have either read or seen before So what kept me going? Don Carpenter’s writing is one of the most honest narrative voices I have ever come across There’s almost a childlike innocence in his account of some of the events that I even let out a corny awww on certain occasions This book is all Americana and a little It has orphanages reform homes and Jack Levitt It has pool halls runaway children and Billy Lancing It has petty crimes prisons paroling and philosophy And since it’s so huge in scope the elements within are described in moderation Nothing is over the top nothing is under the bottom Everything is there and that’s it Except one or two instances this novel failed to excite me as a reader It takes a long straight road stretching over a period of three decades hardly takes any interesting turns and the episodic stops at the road side joints aka philosophizing usually serves the same old existential food It’s like watching a documentary where the chronicles of a lonely person moves you in some inexplicable way but the same when written on a piece of paper doesn’t deliver the same kind of impact But I better give this book its due where it deserves The scenes dealing with homosexuality are handled beautifully and if nothing else this book can be read for that part only The internal monologues are good again thanks to the honesty of Don’s writing but at times most of the things read like the paraphrasing of the same ideas So what was his life? Look out there at all the ten million things life can be and tell yourself which are yours and which you will never do And there was the agony of it; so much he wanted to do and so little he could doThe above sentence sums the whole book pretty well Just replace few words with freedom sex and money Considering it was Don’s debut novel evoked some sensitivity in me but I’m afraid it doesn’t seem to have the power to leave an ever lasting impression 3 Stars averaging out on I really liked it I liked it and It was Ok because the rain must be falling hard but all I felt was a mild drizzle

  9. kohey kohey says:

    Though it is hard to categorize this novelit might not be necessaryI'd say it is of a human tragedy than a noir or a crimePrologue is superb and I’d go so far as to say that this part strongly influences the entire story and the way of life the protagonist tries to lead or avoidThe story line is simple yet somewhat destined so that readers can leisurely stop to consider why the charcters think and act in the way they do in certain situations and relationshipsIt seems like they try to get out of a life of spider web in which they go elsewhere at some pointsbut always end up where they startedFate plays a nasty part thereThe ending is not so clear as I expectedbut me being a reader who favors strong characters and good passages rather than plotsit is for me a great read

  10. Melanie Melanie says:

    Hard Rain Falling covers vast and desolate territory Reading it reuired a degree of commitment that I was unprepared for and it took a beat to adjust to the relentless cycle of desire actionconseuence which enacts uietly intently It’s like everything transpires within a tight fist fists flyin and all Out of the wild action truth is delivered with clear eyed lucidity and although the characters talk of self pity uite a bit the truth is clean of it Clean of regret There is something amazing about this novel I’m a little awed I've always been fascinated with the concept of personal freedom and what that entails and although the novel explores societal sexual and moral territory there is an undefinable emphasis on a truer form of freedom You know enough to know how you feel is senseless but you don’t know enough to know why Sitting in another lousy hotel room waiting for a couple of girls you’ve never seen before to do a bunch of things you’ve done so many times it makes your skin crawl just o think about it Things To do That you dreamed about when you couldn’t have them When there was only one thing really that made you feel good and now you’ve done that so many times it’s like masturbating Except you never really made it did you Never really killed anybody That’s what you always wanted to do smash the brains out of somebody’s head; break him apart until nothing is left but you But you never made it If I had to boil this down Hard Rain Falling is immensity Jack had the right idea; his first reaction to the immensity of the ocean was to smile wild with curiosity Did anyone expect that of Jack? I just didn’t But it was so perfect that he did In that moment I believe he 'made it' in a way that really counted

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  1. Jeffrey Keeten Jeffrey Keeten says:

    ”He was legally a fugitive from the orphanage and in that sense he was ‘wanted’ He did not feel ‘wanted’ he felt very unwanted He had desires and nobody was going to drop out of the sky to satisfy them He tried to milk a little self pity out of this thought but it did not work he had to recognize that he preferred his singularity his freedom All right He knew what he wanted He wanted money He wanted a piece of ass He wanted a big dinner with all the trimmings He wanted a bottle of whiskey He wanted a car in which he could drive a hundred miles an hour He wanted some new clothes and thirty dollar shoes He wanted a45 automatic He wanted a record player in the big hotel room he wanted so he could lie in bed with the whiskey and the piece of ass and listen toThat was what he wanted So it was up to him to get those things”Those are not big dreams right? I mean a guy should expect to have a slutty girlfriend a gun it is America after all; there are guns than people decent clothes good music a fast car a big meal once in awhile and be able to spin the cap off a fresh bottle of whiskey when he needs to forget how shitty his life is even when he is walking around in his thirty dollar shoes For Jack Levitt who has never had anything those dreams are so big they seem like millionaire dreams His parents came to violent ends at very young ages Jack was not cute; in fact even when he was little he was kind of tough looking It is hard to find adoptive parents when you look like a future felon at eight He is in the system so long he becomes part of the system Jack meets a pool shark by the name of Billy Lancing and though they only intersect for a few hours before Jack is hauled back to juvie that meeting will prove fateful They don’t meet again for decades Jack might be white and Billy might be black but there is no color barrier for poverty desperation and the feeling that there has to be than this ”But I don’t want to be a negro; I don’t want to be a white man; I don’t want to be a married man; I don’t want to be a businessman; I don’t want to be lonely Life seemed to be a figure eight It terrified him sitting on the bus as if time had opened black jaws and swallowed him”Jack has a similar epiphany about his life He meets up with an old friend Denny ”Lived in half a hundred arid furnished rooms pretended the vacuum was freedom wakened almost daily to the fear that time was a dry wind brushing away his youth and his strength and slept through as many nightmares as there were nights to dream He just sat and smiled at Denny and saw what time had done to him and wondered now comfortably why he was so bothered by time It happens to everybody this way he thought we sit here and get older and die and nothing happens”Anybody who has ever been to a high school reunion knows about the ravages of time I’ve never been to one but someone always sends me pictures from the latest reunion as enticements I’m sure to come to the next one I’m getting old enough now where people have warped melted and expanded to such an extent that they are becoming unrecognizable Little Tommy has become BIG Tommy and there is barely a glimmer left of the beauty that made the prom ueen the lead actress in a series of pornographic dreams I find myself having to agree with Jack and Billythis is it? This is where we strive to arrive? I’ve had a much better start middle and hopefully finish to my life than what Jack and Billy experienced Regardless life is a heartless cold blooded witch and no one gets through life unscathed The scale is constantly tilting back and forth between bitter experiences and sweet experiences I try to focus on the good memories and blur the bad memories but the older we get the battle scars start to show We become unrecognizable at high school reunions Billy and Jack end up incarcerated in the same prison and in fact the same cell They have both failed at almost everything in life Jack spent some time boxing but discovered he is too thin skinned and bleeds too easily but he can take care of himself physically Billy made it briefly into the middle class but he felt trapped by the responsibility that proved too heavy and all he could think about was running away from the weight He is smaller and gets the wrong kind of attention in prison Never die protecting a virgin asshole They forge an alliance that becomes built on than friendship This book is hardboiled with a capital H Once institutionalized it is hard for people to ever not be institutionalized They don’t teach you how to survive outside the system Is it any wonder that too many orphans of the state end up being wards of the state in prison or halfway houses? They have no blueprint to achieve their dreams They struggle and when they fail there is always some judge willing to put them back into the system They understand life inside They don’t understand the real world After all isn’t it just as hopeless with responsibility on the outside? Well written clipped hard prose with philosophical musings that will have you nodding your head as you realize that the difference between us and Jack and Billy is the fickleness of fate If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews visit also have a Facebook blogger page at

  2. Glenn Russell Glenn Russell says:

    Don Carpenter 1931–1995 American author who grew up in Berkeley California and lived most of his life in the Pacific Northwest Hard Rain Falliing was his first novel published in 1966 Hard Rain Falling A clear honest story of Jack Levitt a young man abused and brutalized in his years growing up in an orphanage and after running away to Portland Oregon at age sixteen living his hardscrabble life among his buddies and cheap whores in and out of sleazy pool halls dilapidated boarding houses and hotels reform school and prison lots of prison all the while drinking whiskey and fist fighting his way through seething anger and rage Author Don Carpenter’s prose is so sharp and vibrant I had the feeling of standing next to Jack every step of the way I also got to know up close and personal a few other men and women in Jack’s life like Billy a teenage pool shark with yellow skin and kinky reddish brown hair young tough Denny who loves any kind of dangerous illegal action and last but hardly least wild woman Sally This is such a powerful novel other than my own brief comments I’ll stand aside and let the author’s words speak for themselvesAlthough he had clear blue eyes and curly blonde hair even at age seven Jack looked like a seasoned boxer Here’s Jack on his experience at the orphanage – and no wonder he ran away as soon as he could“Because the children of the orphanage were taught all week long every week of their lives that the difference between good and evil right and wrong was purely a uestion of feeling if it felt good it was bad if it felt bad it was good And work they were taught that work was good especially hard work and the harder the work the better it was their bodies screaming to them that this was a lie it was all a terrible God originated filthy lie a monstrous attempt to keep them from screaming out their rage and anguish and murdering the authorities” One night a reform school guard lines the boys up and accuses them of unnatural sex practices then grabs one of the frightened kids around the neck Jack lashes out at this injustice fists first nearly killing the guard an action that lands him in a dark isolated cell for over four months And that’s dark as in completely black; no light for 126 days“The punishment cell was about seven feet long four feet wide and six feet high The floor and walls were concrete and there were no windows In the iron door near the bottom was a slot through which he passed his slop can and through which his food and water were delivered to him They did not feed him every day and because of that he had no way of knowing how much time had passed At times all his senses deserted him and he could not feel the coldness of the concrete or smell his excrement and the small sounds he made and the sounds that filtered in through the door gradually dimmed and he was left along inside his mind without a past to envision since his inner vision was gone too and without a future to dream because there was nothing but this emptiness and himself”When Jack is in his early 20s after stealing a car and breaking into a house of rich people away on vacation and being caught drunk in bed he is sent to a county jail“The boredom of it all the sameness the constant noise and smell of the tank were driving him crazy The fact that he was in was driving him crazy They had no right to do this to me or to anybody else He hated them all But was crazy to hate them So he decided he was going crazy It was a relief for him to go berserk at last it was an act of pure rationality that had nothing to do with McHenry or the poor fool Mac was taking over the bumps It was an expression of sanity a howl of rage at a world that put men in county jails Everything finally got to be too much and he let go of his passion”Jack in San uentin prison on his bunk looking up at the stark white ceiling reflecting on our constant itch for sexual pleasure and the reason he was born in the first place“It struck him with horrible force His parents whoever they were had probably made love out of just such an itch For fun for this momentary satisfaction they had conceived him and because he was obviously inconvenient dumped him in the orphanage because he the life they had created while they were being careless and thoughtless was not part of the fun of it all; he was just a harmful side effect of the scratching of the itch; he was the snot in the handkerchief after the nose had been blown just something disgusting to be gotten rid of in secret and forgotten Cold rage filled him rage at his unknown parents rage at the life he had been given and for such trivial stupid reasonsThere's a lot of scenes where Jack Levitt talks drinks smokes and takes action with Billy Denny Sally and others even reaching a point in his life where he reads Joyce and Faulkner but day and night and that's ever day and every night Jack has to deal with his rage Again as honest and as clear a novel as you will ever readSpecial thanks to Goodreads friend Jeffrey Keeten for writing his penetrating review of this American classic thus prompting me to read Hard Rain Falling and write my own review

  3. D. Pow D. Pow says:

    Don Carpenter’s Hard Rain Falling is the best novel I’ve read this year Originally published in 1966 and long out of print it has been brought back to readers in a handsome trade paperback edition by the New York Review Books Classics imprint with a thoughtful introduction by current crime writing doyen George Pelecanos The book is epic in scope covering over three decades of eventful action from late 1920’s subsistence horse ranches to the San Francisco of the early ‘60’s on the cusp of the sexual revolution but still in thrall to repressive s The book is mainly set in the Pacific Northwest and in Frisco Its main protagonist is Jack Levitt who when we first meet him is a hard bitten reform school thug with no talent other than fighting and a capacity to endure physical pain Levitt’s parents are the subject of a heartbreaking opening chapter where they meet mate and part in a collision as ultimately as destructive for its principals as two asteroids colliding in the silent abyss of space one that leaves you little hope for little Jack’s life trajectory The book follows Jack through low end working class postwar America the pool halls of Portland and flop houses of Frisco thorough tortuous episodes in reform school and an arc of ascending criminal activity until Levitt finds himself in San uentin doing hard timeJack’s life intertwines with Billy Lancing whom we first meet as a young talented pool hustler in Portland when both Jack and Billy are teenagers Billy is black and a runaway One of the uniue strengths of Hard Rain Falling especially in comparison to its ostensible genre and other major novels published in the same era is the clear eye and lucid prose it casts on race in America post WWII Carpenter poignantly captures Billy’s hurt core of being when he recognizes his skin color makes him outcast among outcasts There is none of the hipster jive Mailer tossed out at blacks nor the muddled glorification some of the beats viewed blacks withSexuality too is displayed in a mature thought provoking manner Levitt begins his life in an orphanage because of an `itch’ his parents couldn’t help but scratch And that same itch hounds Jack and befuddles him throughout the book makes him feel one moment gloriously alive one moment less than human Carpenter’s compassion and empathy in this arena of life extends to homosexual love when it is encountered in San uentin It is neither viewed with contempt like latter day tough guy scribes like Tarentino or Guillermo Arriaga nor fetishized into absurdity as in Genet It merely isWhen Jack and Billy meet again in San uentin after eually heartbreaking paths Jack further into crime and violence Billy with an aborted attempt to maintain a family the relationship takes on a searing intimacy and naked vulnerability that is found nowhere else in the book and that is unlike anything else I’ve read in 1960’s American LiteratureIf Hard Rain Falling was merely a prisoncoming of age novel it would be a wonderful success it is a model of clarity brevity and precise observation But what sets it apart is the wonderful interior ramblings of Jack Levitt as he tries to make sense of the brutally senseless world he lives in of his own rabid dog impulses the nature of power and powerlessness and the labyrinth and often self lacerating ways of the human heartIt is not merely about prisons made of concrete and steel but of the prisons of failed relationships the odious lock ups of diminished and dying expectations the unforgiving solitary confinement of our own screaming skulls NYRB on the back cover has dared to compare the novel to Dostoevsky I don’t think it’s hyperbole Levitt’s journey from violent thug through the bowels of the prison system and out the other side with something like wisdom and grace touching him easily echoes Raskolnikov or the narrator of Memoirs from the House of The Dead in its capacity to evoke redemption in the face of brutality Hard Rain Falling is a great American novel that NYRB deserves lasting credit for pulling from the bonfire of oblivion even if for a short time Carpenter deserves to be read into posterity for his techniue and for his genuinely wise and empathic take on the marginals of this society the society that marginalizes them thoughtlessly and the tenderness sacrifice and love that can blossom in the most heartless places imaginable

  4. brian brian says:

    eighth grade i had an economics teacher called dr cole first day of class he gave us a list of ualities we'd potentially possess as adults wanted us to rank them from 1 20 in order of importance some of the stuff on the list richhealthy happy marriedemployed famousintelligentpowerfulcole was a strange bird a thin meticulous type; kind of a well toned george will with a contemptuous sneer he watched as we scored the rankings and held them up to be collected he didn't want them he stood up front and asked how many people put 'happy' as number one a bunch of us raised our hands he looked out at the class and said 'anyone who didn't raise their hand is an idiot' and that was it no on that he handed out the syllabus and went into all the class reuirement bullshit most of the kids thought he was a typical teacher asshole but all that 'happy' and 'idiot' palaver stuck with some of usi love love love lerve luff looooooove hard rain falling let's make it the next goodreads cause célèbre yeah? let's resist the temptation to be mannered and reasonable and not shout our heads off so as not to feel like an asshole later ok? let's just belt it all out and have a few extra slugs and get all giddy and excited and dance around a little and get behind this one it's a ten ton truck of existential dread and we love it donald wrote a review i can't top won't even try lays out all that is great about this book should've been a bestseller and acknowledged great writer of our time instead he fell between the cracks and his book came back into print sixteen years after he blew his brains out

  5. David David says:

    Okay You can go ahead and believe the hype This thing is pretty great Initially based on a few hot steaming barely legal facials this book has been given on this very website I was all ready to step up on Hard Rain Falling throw my hands up in the air and say 'What you got bitch? I di'n't think so' Or alternately serve up the ever effective 'You ain't bad You ain't nothin' You ain't nothin'' in which scenario Hard Rain Falling is played by Wesley Snipes and my black combat jumpsuit is really really zippery and buckly In other words I served this book a challenge and it answered accordinglyI usually don't have high hopes for novels about angry young toughguys because c'mon hasn't the angry young toughguy schtick been done to death? When you read another one of these authors going on about another drunken or drugged out lout who's 'livin' the life' that's my code phrase for an authentic® antibourgeois antisocial antiauthoritarian life you are really tempted if you're me to fiddle with your hangnail sigh fortissimo and let fly something semi snide like 'Oh goodie I'm glad the grossly underrepresented angry young white male demographic finally gets its say in the vagicentric world of 20th century American literary' But then if you read or don't read on the basis of these prejudices the terrorists have won And you importantly have lost Hard Rain Falling is about this kid named Jack Levitt who's really mean and despicable mostly Sometimes he just gets a craving to go out and beat the shit out of some random stranger so he hopes a passerby looks at him funny or brushes up against him on the street so he'll have a reason to unleash the beast It's really horrifying in a way because it reminds you that there really are Jack Levitts out there in the world and the only thing that's really protecting you from them is the statistical probability that you probably won't run into one of them As a prologue Carpenter includes a short chapter set in the 1920s about Jack's parents who if we wanted to be flippant and elitist which of course we do would be described in contemporary culture as paragons of Wal Mart Culture I almost think it would have been better if Carpenter would have left out this seedy little prelude because it seems to want to provide some justification or impetus for Jack's later delinuency But since both his parents died young and Jack grew up in an orphanage it either appears to suggest intentionally or not a biological basis for his badassness or to point at some kind of degenerative contagion infecting and spreading through society in general At any rate the prologue six and a half pages is not nearly as unfortunate as the epilogue three and a half pages which makes an awkward unsatisfying leap from gritty toughmindedness to a gauzy sun dappled coda borrowed from Fitzgerald's Tender Is the Night I really really despised the epilogue to this book but because I loved the rest of it so much I am willing to selectively forget that it ever existed just as I refuse to believe that the Star Wars preuels were anything but the product of a fever dream They were never in fact made I have to believe that The religion of my youth depends upon itWhat is truly remarkable about Hard Rain Falling is that it feels refreshingly honest So many midcentury contenders for 'the great American novel' seem so artificial and burnished to me It's like when you watch one of those Merchant Ivory adaptations of an EM Forster novel Life was never really like that I'm sorry It just wasn't This is reality refracted through Forster's concept of 'polite literature' and Merchant Ivory's concept of 'tasteful filmmaking' A double refraction my friends But yes even in the rarified halls of Howards End life was never uite so neat and tidy How do I know this? I'm a human being that's how Ruth Wilcox farted And Margaret Schlegel ueefed And when people 'only connected' sometimes it was just for a second rate blowjob But to rephrase Woody Allen even a second rate blowjob is a okay in my book What I am saying is that there is a messiness in life that literature and art necessarily tidies up We would be frustrated by a novel that was as pointless random unstructured meandering and unintelligible as real life But I think Hard Rain Falling contends with this messiness to a greater extent than do most novels of its era You won't find anything approaching ethical simplicity in this novel so if you crave high contrast moralism avoid this Don Carpenter does something fairly noteworthy here He creates a character Jack Levitt who is reasonably unlikeable in an abstract sense; if I listed off his traits attitudes and behaviors from most of the novel you'd be left with a mental image of the bastard offspring of Courtney Love and Dick Cheney In a word unsympathetic And yet and yet Carpenter does not trick you into condoning Jack's behavior by providing cheap rationalizations but he nevertheless creates a real complex character whom you the reader wants to see better himself on many levels Carpenter makes you care And let me tell you that's hard work It's hard to make people care about mostly uncaring characters Carpenter's treatment of race and homosexuality is also worthy of mention here We can not with any degree of sincerity deny that racism and homophobia were significant components of mainstream American culture in the 1950s and 1960s Hell we can't deny that they're still fucking things up in a major way even today not just in America of course but everywhere; perhaps the categories of 'otherness' are different in other cultures but they're almost always there But when an average black man lives his life I feel confident saying that racism is a 'mere' fact; now it may be a fact to be combatted or acuiesced to but there are always other facts An average black man's life isn't structured like a novel about racism as an issue to be foregrounded and Carpenter recognizes that Ditto for homosexuality These realities may be significant and influential to the individual's life but they never express the totality of experience I think that many authors tend to fetishize social injustice It might seem as though I am saying that they overstate it which is far from the case; I actually believe that by rendering it so extraordinary they understate it I mean racism is depressing yes but racism standing shoulder to shoulder with the banal miseries of everyday life is almost unbearable But this is real life and I think Don Carpenter does an admirable job of approaching it in a way no author of his generation did

  6. Paquita Maria Sanchez Paquita Maria Sanchez says:

    I've been having this Western problem lately maybe the last year or so where I've been reading good books Hear me out I mean I've been reading books that are good I liked them I enjoyed them They were well executed they were thought provoking they were stylistically interesting and experimental or at least engaging I did not regret reading them they were good I liked them I liked them they were good Dear god I am a bored housewife to these good books I blame goodreads in part for opening me up to things I would never have known to bother to try without it and setting me on a path to learn about the new n weird through all y'all digital book reports and bibliographies so now it is rare that I read a shitty book However I've been on this well advisedmisguided path where I've been trying to really shake up what I read instead of sticking with things that have been vetted by hundreds of years or two whole Penguin editors books about the simple mundane multifarious monster that is the huuuuuman condiiiitiooon Buuuueller In that sense it was strange going back to a straight clean navel gazing narrative with a limited ish cast engaging in commonplace ish scenarios over a long ish stretch of time And by strange I mean like eating a bowl of bran after weeks and weeks of burritos Don't be shy you know what I'm sayin' I can't talk this book up enough but I will asterisk my vehemence with the fact that it was just high time I read something just exactly like this exact book so my bias in its favor can not be overstated It is pensive ponderous and yet at times sassily pithy and depressing than an Oklahoma tittybar at 2 pm Trust me I've experienced both It is morose yet purposefully and effectively so it is loving and cold and back again It is the best and most honest inviting book I have read in uite a while Also it has moments of genuine hilarity The characters breathe and their actions make the frantic non sense of the craven impulsive realistic commonplace wrecking ball behavior which some of the less controlled sorts of folks have come to know so well cough Even the sex scenes are convincing yet coy and concise and I rarely ever find that in anything anywhere The mockeries are hard earned the victories much deserved and resoundingly unrewarded but to an end beyond man that shit's just sad It is not depressing for the sake of arrrrrt uh if that's what you were afraid of Things happen just exactly as you would imagine they would happen given the circumstances of this fictional world though the story still remains winding and dynamic It is tragic and lovely and hopeful and crushing and you should just read it ok?On the cover people always talk about these NYRBs like they are so pretty and often than not they certainly are This one? This one is not Maybe this is 20 years of darkroom work talking but that cover image looks like soup to me The reason they call it black and white is because they have these magical filters and camera setting and printing methods where you can make your lovingly composed grayscale images into many crrrrraaaaazy other tones like blackand white Just saying if I had turned that image in to any of my photo professors they would've cursed me up good before sending me back to the lab for a reprint And rightly so Hideous cover beautiful bookI guess I didn't describe the story at all It's just a guy's whole life is all If you want to know about plot read the book That's what they're for dum dumAdditional thought Why is this book never to my knowledge mentioned on any LGBT book lists? Is it because the main character comes off as a stock tough guy or that the language is gender sexuality and race prickly? Just curious I thought the romantic sub plot between view spoilerBilly and Jack hide spoiler

  7. Richard Derus Richard Derus says:

    Wanting is not the same as having; having is not the same as makingYou can love and love never saying the word never getting eye to eye with the core of your need and gift and be no closer to the beloved than bodies can get Only children can be utterly consuming love objects though far too often they aren't And lovers? Far too scary to love unguardedly I think but most don't even get near to the guardrails before swerving back to the middle of the roadIt's the carnage from their fear driven lurches that takes out the innocent bystanders That's what this story is The record of Jack's fear driven rage fueled lurchings back and forth as love ungiven ungivable rots him from within taking an agonizingly slow time to finish its dreadful workA dark and terrible story about a life unlived only sweated out

  8. Garima Garima says:

    When a book starts with a line which is immediately reminiscent of Infinite Jest then it’s alright to have some unrestrained expectations from it They can kill you but they can’t eat you But with Hard Rain Falling I had to keep a lot many things in mind before letting my expectations go out of hand and to eventually give what I may immodestly pronounce as a fair reaction The fact that this book was written in 1960’s was something I constantly reminded myself It helped when I came across lines like Nobody ever escaped from The Rock Sean Connery? I digressed and I had to Focus This went on for almost halfway through the novel because I was coming across one thing or the other I have either read or seen before So what kept me going? Don Carpenter’s writing is one of the most honest narrative voices I have ever come across There’s almost a childlike innocence in his account of some of the events that I even let out a corny awww on certain occasions This book is all Americana and a little It has orphanages reform homes and Jack Levitt It has pool halls runaway children and Billy Lancing It has petty crimes prisons paroling and philosophy And since it’s so huge in scope the elements within are described in moderation Nothing is over the top nothing is under the bottom Everything is there and that’s it Except one or two instances this novel failed to excite me as a reader It takes a long straight road stretching over a period of three decades hardly takes any interesting turns and the episodic stops at the road side joints aka philosophizing usually serves the same old existential food It’s like watching a documentary where the chronicles of a lonely person moves you in some inexplicable way but the same when written on a piece of paper doesn’t deliver the same kind of impact But I better give this book its due where it deserves The scenes dealing with homosexuality are handled beautifully and if nothing else this book can be read for that part only The internal monologues are good again thanks to the honesty of Don’s writing but at times most of the things read like the paraphrasing of the same ideas So what was his life? Look out there at all the ten million things life can be and tell yourself which are yours and which you will never do And there was the agony of it; so much he wanted to do and so little he could doThe above sentence sums the whole book pretty well Just replace few words with freedom sex and money Considering it was Don’s debut novel evoked some sensitivity in me but I’m afraid it doesn’t seem to have the power to leave an ever lasting impression 3 Stars averaging out on I really liked it I liked it and It was Ok because the rain must be falling hard but all I felt was a mild drizzle

  9. kohey kohey says:

    Though it is hard to categorize this novelit might not be necessaryI'd say it is of a human tragedy than a noir or a crimePrologue is superb and I’d go so far as to say that this part strongly influences the entire story and the way of life the protagonist tries to lead or avoidThe story line is simple yet somewhat destined so that readers can leisurely stop to consider why the charcters think and act in the way they do in certain situations and relationshipsIt seems like they try to get out of a life of spider web in which they go elsewhere at some pointsbut always end up where they startedFate plays a nasty part thereThe ending is not so clear as I expectedbut me being a reader who favors strong characters and good passages rather than plotsit is for me a great read

  10. Melanie Melanie says:

    Hard Rain Falling covers vast and desolate territory Reading it reuired a degree of commitment that I was unprepared for and it took a beat to adjust to the relentless cycle of desire actionconseuence which enacts uietly intently It’s like everything transpires within a tight fist fists flyin and all Out of the wild action truth is delivered with clear eyed lucidity and although the characters talk of self pity uite a bit the truth is clean of it Clean of regret There is something amazing about this novel I’m a little awed I've always been fascinated with the concept of personal freedom and what that entails and although the novel explores societal sexual and moral territory there is an undefinable emphasis on a truer form of freedom You know enough to know how you feel is senseless but you don’t know enough to know why Sitting in another lousy hotel room waiting for a couple of girls you’ve never seen before to do a bunch of things you’ve done so many times it makes your skin crawl just o think about it Things To do That you dreamed about when you couldn’t have them When there was only one thing really that made you feel good and now you’ve done that so many times it’s like masturbating Except you never really made it did you Never really killed anybody That’s what you always wanted to do smash the brains out of somebody’s head; break him apart until nothing is left but you But you never made it If I had to boil this down Hard Rain Falling is immensity Jack had the right idea; his first reaction to the immensity of the ocean was to smile wild with curiosity Did anyone expect that of Jack? I just didn’t But it was so perfect that he did In that moment I believe he 'made it' in a way that really counted

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