"Back in the bad old days, when Billy Graves worked for an anti-crime unit in [the South Bronx] known as the Wild Geese, the NYPD branded him as a cowboy. Now forty, he has somehow survived and become a sergeant in Manhattan Night Watch. Mostly, his team of detectives conducts a series of holding actions--and after years in police purgatory, Billy is content simply to do his job. But soon after he gets a [4:00] a.m. call about the fatal knifing of a [man] in [Penn Station], his investigation moves beyond the usual handoff to the day shift. And when he discovers that the victim was once a suspect in the unsolved murder of a [12-year-old boy], he finds himself drawn back to the [mid]- 1990s when the Wild Geese were at their most wayward"--
Billy Graves is the only member of his team of five who has remained on the force. But he stays in contact with the others and regularly meets with them to keep tabs - and to discuss their Whites. And then, one of the Whites is killed.....But it's not all about the Whites. We also get to know Billy's family, his nurse wife, the two school age boys, his dad, a former cop, now drifting in and out of dementia episodes. The descriptions of their daily struggles to make ends meet and keep a family together, and safe, is as fascinating as the tales of Billy's crime scenes on the midnight shift. Then there's the guy who accosts one of the boys after school, giving him a friendly pat on the back, but leaving a very red hand print on the back of the jacket, a message for Mom and Dad.
The plot and characters are excellent, the story is well paced. And the prose....Let me give you just one example - let me set the scene. Billy is talking to Yasmeen, one of his former cops, when she gets a call from her young daughter, crying about a little boy who is always pinching her. Yasmeen tells her daughter to put the offender, Jacob, on the phone right now: "Is this Jacob? This is Simone's mommy. Listen to me, you know that monster that lives under your bed? Your parents tell you he's not real, but they're lying to you. Not only is he real but he's a friend of mine, and if you lay one more hand on my daughter I will make sure he comes out from under there when you're asleep tonight and sucks your eyeballs right out of your head, you hear me? Yes? Good. Now give the phone back to Simone....Stop crying and give the phone back to Simone."
I am now a big Richard Price fan. Think I'll read "Clockers" next. Or maybe "Freedomland", or.......
But, I enjoyed the book a great deal. The characters feel real, and the dialogue is up to typical Price standards.
His dialogue and description of cop life in New York City is priceless as always. A dumpy Bronx apartment lobby has “a gappy mosaic tile floor like a pissbum’s smile.”
In The Whites Billy Graves is a Sergeant on the NYPD Night Watch Team; a triage unit for felonies that are turned over to the day shift detectives. He’s good at what is basically a dead-end job. He was in a high-speed anti-crime unit in the 1990s, the Wild Geese. When nemeses of his old squad mates, and himself, start being murdered Billy looks into it. At the same time, someone from the past is stalking his family. Price weaves the two plots together with skill and it makes for an intensely readable story.
The plot centers around a group of cops who work the night shift on major crimes -- until they can fob off the cases onto the day-shift detectives. Each cop in the night group has a "white" who keeps that cop awake at night: a case in which the perp got away with murder [or some other vicious crime]. The "Wild Geese" (as the night-shift cops were called in their earlier days) keep track of where the "whites" are, and stay in touch with the victims' families, until karma starts finding the bad guys.
Billy Graves, who is the lead detective of the late-nighters, is also being stalked (along with his family), and the author (Richard Price, writing as Harry Brandt -- I've got to track down some Price books now) takes his time linking the cases, but he gets there in the end. And the trip is well worth it.
Can't really say any more without spoiling, but READ THIS BOOK!
The title was confusing to me as I read the book and even after an explanation was given, it still did not make sense to me but to put a name to a situtation is better than having no name at all.
I hope this book does well for it was well written and I continue to think about the officer and his life within this story.
As the story opens on St. Patrick's Day, one of the "whites" is found exsanguinated on a subway platform in Penn Station, possibly the worst crime scene ever to keep uncontaminated. Billy's wife Carmen, who has a vast secret, is getting more distracted. Enter detective Milton Ramos, whose brother's murder lead to a chain of family losses.
If you can put this down without reading it all the way through, for the dialogue (Price was a writer on The Wire, as well as the author eight great novels, including Lush Life ) as much as for the outstanding plot, you are making a gigantic mistake.
Richard Price writes sentences like this: "Billy wondered whether maybe Bannion's murder had him deeply crashing, like a post partum Ahab if the author had allowed him to kill the whale and go home to his family."
Take the day off. It's worth it.
Melville’s principal themes also are evident in “The Whites”: revenge, obsession, and justice versus forgiveness. Milton Ramos evokes the revenge theme that was so prominent in “Moby Dick”. He recognizes Billy’s wife at the hospital where she works and proceeds to stalk her family in a quest for vengeance for something she innocently did to his family as a child. Many of the main characters are ex-cops who are obsessed by their own failures to bring certain criminals to justice. They pursue these people much like Ahab followed the whale. The theme of justice versus forgiveness can be seen in the cops who have an ambiguous relationship with lay people and especially in the moral dilemma that Billy faces when he learns the truth about several related crimes he is investigating.
There are many characters in this book (probably too many) and keeping track of them can be a challenge. His ex-colleagues, known as the “wild geese” are interesting and diverse, but all essentially represent the same themes—obsession and justice. Some were realized better than others. Redman Brown who runs his father’s funeral parlor in Harlem is an interesting creation as is John Pavlicek who made a fortune fixing up former crack houses. However, Yasmeen Assaf-Doyle and Jimmy Whelan were lesser creations. It seems that Mr. Price might have been more successful by focusing on fewer obsessed ex-cops.
The writing is Price at his best. His hallmark is dialogue that exquisitely evokes big city cop-talk and the slang of the street. Also he perfectly captures the detective’s life both on the job and how it impacts his personal life. Not unlike his other novels, the mood of this novel is of necessity quite dark. Price is a master at evoking the darkness that is routine in police work and how cops battle to maintain their humanity in the face of it.
Despite its obvious strengths, this is not a perfect novel. It features so many characters and names that keeping track is a challenge. Also, the plot is quite complex weaving through multiple storylines, making it a slower read than the usual novel in the detective genre.
The Whites refers to cases that haunt cops. In the case of Billy and 4 of his friends since the police academy, they are cases in which they knew the perp but couldn't prove it. Again, not much happened relative to these cases either in the first 100 pages.
I remember liking Lush Life and I took this book out. It doesn't compare. With so many books to read, if a book doesn't catch you in the first 100 pages, move on. So I am.
The whole of the novel is packed with the power language of the police profession, and scenes are acutely described as to render them realistic. The set-up and conclusion are fast paced; the middle section only lagging owing to the number of scenes that underscore the book's theme (of the past being brought forward to bear on the present); but don't serve to drive the plot forward. The overall style of the novel is not nearly as elegant as Lush Life, and the meaning of the title could have probably been made more clear earlier in the book; but regardless, the cinematic appeal of the story is not to be denied.
n.b. There are a couple of editorial lapses in the advance reader's edition that hopefully will be remedied in the final release, e.g. Conversations have missing dialogue lines, and an unresolved fate regarding a minor character.
Totally enjoyed it
Billys career was derailed when he shot and killed a drug crazed attacker, along with an innocent ten year old boy. He was accused of being "coked up" during the incident. After being assigned to the ID Squad, whose mission is to ID corpses, he works his way back up to the Night Watch.
The WG unit has long since broken up, its members having gone on to prvate pursuits. All remain more than friends, they're family who are there for each other through thick and thin. Billys wife suffers from depression, and WG member Yasmeen (also Billys former lover) took care of Billys sons while his wife Carmen was bed ridden.
Things are going relatively well for Billy until a man is brutally murdered nears the tracks in Penn Station. The dead a man is familiar to Billy. Hes a suspect in an unresolved murder case ( or a "White") worked by a member of his former unit. Soon more "Whites" show up missing, kidnapped or in one case found crippled from a bullet wound. Billy becomes suspects the attacks are tied to the WG. Billy is further burdened by the realization that somebody is targeting his family. One of his sons is accosted, his father is kidnapped, and his brother-in-law is beaten. Billy conflict is solving the Whites case while protecting his family.
Harry Brandt is the pen name of Richard Price, the author/screenwriter of Clockers, Freedomland, and Samaritan. Brandt/Price knows his setting, the seedy underbelly of New York. The relationships between police, criminals, and their victims is realistically depicted. He also captures the gallows humor involved with police work, i.e the homeless man who stabs two German tourists for giving him worthless Deutsche Marks instead of Euros. The Whites is a worthy addition to Brandt/Prices library. I'm not sure why a pen name was necessary. Sales? The Whites is an excellent story with vivid characters, a couple of tasty twists and a resolution that is poignant and thought provoking. If you crave good crime fiction combined with humor and realism don't hesitate to pick it up.
This detective novel seemed to be out to prove one thing, and that is that the line that separates the criminal from the cop is thin enough to miss. None of the characters had much character. The police didn’t respect the laws of the land and took justice into their own hands. Then they closed ranks around each other and covered up their crimes. The criminals, the gangs, the thugs, and even those who became innocently involved, all had warts of some sort.
The story revolves around the life and experiences of Billy Graves, a cop who had accidentally shot and killed a young boy while high on coke. The crime was covered up, but he was transferred to night duty after that. Almost two decades later, he is still working the graveyard shift. The reputation of the journalist who reported his crime was trashed and her career ended, as the officers protected one of their own.
Billy Graves is quick to judge the crimes of everyone around him while he remains blind to his own and unaware of his wife’s. When his family becomes the target of an unknown assailant, secrets start climbing out of the woodwork, as the investigation proceeds. Billy’s childhood friends/gang are all still in the area. Of them, one is a funeral parlor owner, another is a janitor, another is a rogue cop. His dad, a former cop, is suffering from the early stages of dementia.
The women featured also tread the thin line between right and wrong. They all defy the rules they should be following and make excuses for their own behavior that they would not allow others to use. Several have committed crimes.
It is a story filled with crude language and behavior, errant cops and neurotic women who all seem to be on one drug or drink in order to function. The bad guys/criminals commit every type of crime that is conceivable. Every one of the characters, good guys and bad guys alike, bends the rules to suit themselves.
This novel simply had too many arms to contemplate. The dialogue is hackneyed. Obtuse slang pervades the narrative. The past invades the present. At some point, two stories eventually intertwine, clearing up a lot of the confusion that exists throughout much of the book. Police are not pictured in the light of law abiding and law protecting citizens, but rather as a bunch of corrupt, loudmouthed dispensers of a crooked form of justice.