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<text id=90TT1322>
<title>
May 21, 1990: Jailhouse Blues
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
May 21, 1990 John Sununu:Bush's Bad Cop
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 80
Jailhouse Blues
</hdr>
<body>
<qt>
<l>HOMEBOY</l>
<l>by Seth Morgan</l>
<l>Random House; 390 pages; $19.95</l>
</qt>
<p> The boy is Joe Speaker, small-time heroin peddler and barker
for the Blue Note Lounge, a scumbucket strip joint in San
Francisco's Tenderloin. The home is prison, out of which he is
not likely to stay long. This is partly because his dim
sidekick Rooski foolishly shot a Chinese druggist when the two
of them were fumbling what was supposed to be a peaceful,
harmless burglary. The main reason is that Joe belongs in jail,
feels comfortable there. Not secure, understand, because dope
selling in the lockup is even tougher than it is on the
streets. Everyone there is a villain, and every villain has at
least a shank, a homemade knife. Black and Aryan gangs feud
murderously. Studs and lovers brutalize each other. And Joe,
of course, misses Kitty Litter, his stripper girlfriend. But
he is an outcast, and jail is where, when you go there, they
have to take you in.
</p>
<p> Seth Morgan began writing this first novel during a prison
term for armed robbery. The cuff marks show, and not just in
detail that seems accurate. The novel is funny and fast moving,
but its air stinks slightly of decay. As it should. A couple
of Nelson Algren's low-life adventures come to mind, such as
A Walk on the Wild Side and The Man with the Golden Arm. Algren
was a better writer and a more lyrical artist, but Morgan is
better acquainted with dead souls.
</p>
<p> There is more than a slight whiff of jailhouse self-pity:
Joe loves Kitty, goes to the lockup, survives the schemes of
bad villains with the help of good villains, and gets out to
find true-blue Kitty and the child he has never seen waiting
for him. The best of the book is Morgan's wildly reinvented con
lingo. His ear fails him occasionally, when he uses
lace-curtain language--"caparisoned," "implacable mien"--that some editor should have yanked from the manuscript with
tongs. But at other times he's cooking: "Saturday night movies
in the Gym were the social climax of the week. Everyone put
on the Big Dog. The hucklebuckin hambones Afropicked and
jerrycurled their cornrows...the vatos and street bravos
wrapped their cleanest bandannas around Dippity-Doed razorcuts...the whiteboys splashed on fifi water...the Q Wing
punks and B CAT queens greased on party paint and shimmied into
tightass state blues."
</p>
<p>By John Skow.
</p>
</body>
</article>
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