Lehane’s dark storytelling is compelling because these stories all too believable. His characters are not macabre ghouls from the movie screen, but instead they are just like people we know. Lehane is able to capture the real world in his writing. He is an artist whose brushstrokes capture the scene with just the right colors and in just the right pose. He describes one character thus:
“There was something about Jewel Lut that sank into men’s flesh the way heat did. It wasn’t just that she was pretty, had a beautiful body, moved in a loose, languid way that made you picture her naked no matter what she was wearing….Jewel gobbled up life, dove into it like it was a cool pond cut in the shade of a mountain on the hottest day of the year.”
Most impressive in this collection is the final short story “Until Gwen,” which Lehane transformed into the play “Coronado.” He wrote the play for his brother Gerry, who is an actor in Greenwich Village. Witnessing the expansion of the short story into a play allows a glimpse into Lehane’s thought process as a writer. The back-story plays itself out in a way that the reader just nods, understanding how the characters came to inhabit their world.
Interestingly, Lehane claims that the villain he wrote for his brother to play, known simply as Bobby’s Father, is the “meanest, nastiest, most unconscionable monster” he could imagine. Bobby’s Father is a sociopath ready to kill his own son for a huge pay off, but I still think his darkest character is still the monster in his second book, Darkness Take My Hand.
I'm not sure how he does it, but Dennis Lehane makes the most unpalatable, unredeemable characters fascinating. Coronado continues Lehane's meteoric rise in the world of modern fiction.