He Died With His Eyes Open (1984)Born into a wealthy textile manufacturing family, Robert "Robin" Cook rebelled and lived on the margins of society in Britain, Europe and America, to the point of being associated with the Krays in the early '60s. He turned these experiences into a novel, The Crust on its Uppers, that was well-received by critics but failed to sell. If possible, his life only get more bizarre from there, including working as a grape-picker in France for a decade and becoming the foreign minister of an anarchist city-state in Tuscany. Eventually, all this just became a background for his cult-favorite Factory series of police procedurals, which explored the seedy underbelly of mid-80s London. He published these books under the name Derek Raymond, not wanting to use the name Robin Cook because of the best-selling American author and the British politician of the same name. The Raymond bit appears an obvious nod to Chandler, but MacDonald might have been more appropriate because his anti-hero policeman owes more to Lew Archer than to Philip Marlowe. The unnamed detective sergeant works in the unglamorous Department of Unexplained Deaths at the Met, despite admonishments from his peers that a man of his ability should really be in the more distinguished Serious Crimes unit. He stays where he is because, like Harry Bosch in Michael Connelly's series, every death should matter to the force and does to him. In this first installment in the series he takes it upon himself to get to the bottom of why a ne're do well by the name of Charles Staniland was brutally beaten to death. Like an earlier version of the author, Staniland had bounced from odd job to odd job, including driving gypsy cabs, working in French vineyards, and writing. Living one rung above vagrancy, he's the sort of man whose death is no one's priority, except the narrator/detective's, who discovers a cache of writings and tapes in which the dead man reveals himself as a decent sort, hard done by society. It becomes his mission to obtain justice for Staniland: Where I identified with Staniland, what I had inherited from him, was the question why. If Lew Archer had a penchant for getting too involved in the family situations of the cases he was investigating, our nameless detective takes it to a whole 'nother level, virtually becoming Staniland. Obsessive listening to the tapes places Staniland's voice in his own head; he frequents the dives where Staniland used to go out drinking; and he even takes up with Staniland's buxom but brutal mistress. Gradually, but inevitably, he sets himself up to meet the same fate as the dead man. This is noir at its blackest. And, while critics naturally try to attach the condition of the society against which the story is set to the governance of Margaret Thatcher, what we really have is the underworld that the 1970s had rendered, amply justified disgust with which had brought the Conservatives to power, just as Lew Archer's California had turned to Ronald Reagan. This is the Britain of Life on Mars and our protagonist, like Gene Hunt, has to redeem it for us. He does, but with no comic relief. 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