Turns out the long-lost 1940s singing idol/war hero he’s been busting his chops looking for, Johnny Favorite, seems to have died several years ago.Īnd Harry’s beginning to suspect his client, a rather bizarre character named Louis Cyphre, isn’t being completely honest, either. It’s 1959, and down-on-his-luck New York City gumshoe HARRY ANGEL has had better days. The film’s garnered a cult following of sorts, over the years. Unfortunately, the book’s been almost forgotten now, replaced in most people’s memories with the 1987 cheesefest Angel Heart, starring Mickey Rourke’s stubble, Robert (“I’m up for anything!”) DeNiro’s fingernails, Lisa Bonet’s nipples and lots of blood and chickens. It’s also just one hell of a read a pushy and head-spinning, shape-shifting romp through some of the most beloved clichés of hard-boiled crime fiction, laced with a healthy dollop of the supernatural, that was surprisingly well received upon its release. William Hjortsberg’s 1978 novel Falling Angelis a strange one: a weird, um, cross between The Exorcist and The Maltese Falcon.
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