New York:
Dodd, Mead & Company, 1941
List of
main characters:
The
narrator, nicknamed Peg
Vicky
Lynn, murdered actress
Jill
Lynn, Vicky’s sister
Lanny
Craig, another script writer
Robin
Ray, young actor
Hurd
Evans, one of the partners promoting Vicky Lynn
Johnny
Wismer, agent
Ed
Cornell, police detective
Wanda
Hale, ex-girlfriend of Hurd Evans and Jill’s roommate after Vicky’s death
I found the book image
on a blog at WordPress called FilmFlotsam. (FilmFlotsam focuses more on the
film than on the novel.) The image on the front cover of the dust jacket is
noir-perfect.
I was lucky enough
to find a 1941 edition of I Wake up
Screaming in my local library system, although it no longer had the
noir-perfect dust jacket. If you can find a first edition, I would definitely
recommend it. The title itself (I Wake up
Screaming) is one of my favorites.
I have seen only
bits and pieces of the film starring Betty Grable and Victor Mature. I do know
that the book and film are a little bit different. For one thing, the narrator
in the book is never named except for the nickname Peg (for Pegasus) that Jill
gives him. The entire plot in the novel is told from his perspective, in
first-person narration. In the film, he is Frankie Christopher.
The book takes
place in the Los Angeles, California, area and also seems to cover many months,
from summer through winter the following year. It references Christmas at the
appropriate points in the timeline. The narrator gives what I think of as the
almost mandatory “noir protagonist speech,” which in I Wake up Screaming includes a reference to Santa Claus:
. . . You can’t
know. You go all your life believing in justice. That right will triumph. Then
it’s all pulled out from under. When I was a kid I used to believe in Santa
Claus. I think I felt something like this when they told me the truth. (page
167)
I don’t think the
film mentions anything about holidays or the seasons, and it takes place in New
York City. (Okay, so I Wake up Screaming
is on my list of must-see movies!)
(This blog post
about the novel I Wake up Screaming
contains spoilers.)
The book is told in
the first person, from the perspective of a screenwriter who becomes a
detective out of necessity. He is hounded by a corrupt police detective, Ed
Cornell, who is intent on framing him for a murder he didn’t commit. As the
plot progresses, the narrator’s desperation increases. He goes on the run with
the murdered actress’s sister Jill, now his girlfriend, and he just misses
getting picked up by the police when they arrest Jill.
At this point,
which is late into the novel, the screenwriter takes matters into his own hands
and starts investigating the clues based on the little he knows. He starts out
as a screenwriter, but he’s now a detective trying to avoid a murder trial and
jail time, if not worse. It was satisfying to follow him as he does what he can
to save himself and his girlfriend Jill from the charges the police detective
is intent on bringing against both of them.
You might think
that the sexual obsession that runs through the core of I Wake up Screaming would be tame by 2015 standards, but I was a
bit surprised by it all the same. While reading the book, my imagination filled
in all the details that are not written on the page, and Steve Fisher’s
descriptions of what happened to Vicky made me squirm. Fisher made the decision
to let the murderer explain what happened, which made that part of the story
even creepier.
The narrator
himself is something of an anti-hero. In Chapter 1, he takes Vicky out on their
first date. They
drink zombies, and Vicky offers to cook dinner at her apartment. Once they
arrive at her place, he doesn’t waste any time:
She went into the bedroom then. After a while I
followed her. She was standing in front of the mirror putting on lipstick with
her little finger. She turned around, and all at once I was kissing her. I
don’t know how long we stood there kissing. But she wasn’t just any girl. I
knew that she was the one I’d been dreaming about.
We were very tight. She wore a
soft gray dress, I remember that; and my hand started roving. It wasn’t right.
I didn’t want her to think I was a cheap heel—that this was everything. She
began to cry, and was sort of fighting, and crying.
Then it was all right.
Afterward, I stood at the
window. . . . (page 7)
So by
page 7 of the novel, the narrator has already acted the part of a heel himself.
It might be the reason I wondered about his innocence in Vicky’s murder at the
beginning of the story.
I Wake up Screaming also mentions class and class consciousness in a
roundabout way. For example, in Chapter 10, before the narrator and Jill Lynn
start a relationship and go on the run, the narrator runs into Jill on a movie
lot. She’s now working as a movie extra, and she wonders why he hasn’t come to visit her. The narrator says that he will, but
she doesn’t believe him:
“Honey,
I’ll come up tomorrow. No, tonight. What are you doing tonight?”
“Don’t do me any favors, Peg! Or
is this charity clinic night?"
“But I’d really like—”
“You’re much too kind, darling.
Really! If you came to see me some nasty little columnist would write ‘What
star did a burn when what scenarist let her cool her heels in the bar at Dave
Chasen’s last night?’ You’re far too generous with us extras, dear. Have you no
class consciousness?” (pages 98–99,
emphasis added)
In Chapter 11,
Wanda Hale, Jill Lynn’s roommate after Vicky Lynn’s death, gives another
perspective on working movie extras:
“Something
ought to be done about extras,” Wanda said. “They’ve made it a racket. One guy
said we were just like migrant field workers. But if they give us a job they
come around and take away half of the pay envelope. There are men that make a
living that way.” . . .
“Some sweet day a John Steinbeck
will come and tell about it,” said Wanda. “He’ll tell about it because it’ll
make him money. But he’ll tell. The way guys are beaten up because they don’t
want to give their dough to racketeers. How girls have to sleep with fat slobs
to get work. How girls get pregnant and climb the hills and jump off the
Hollywoodland sign.” (pages 107–108 and 108–109)
This comparison of
movie extras to migrant field workers made me wonder if Steve Fisher felt the
same way about screenwriters (he was one himself) and if he published anything
that addressed this issue more directly. An online search didn’t yield any
results, but I still wonder. I don’t doubt that Fisher was aware of the 1930s
unionization movement in the United States and in the entertainment industry,
and the animators’ working conditions at Walt Disney Studios prior to their
strike in 1941.