FORGOTTEN BOOKS: THE CANVAS COFFIN BY WILLIAM CAMPBELL GAULT!
I know this is sacrilege, but I have never been much enamored of William Campbell Gault’s adult mystery novels. He is, however, one of my favorite young adult sports authors. On a few occasions, he combined his love of sports with more adult themes with some success, as in The Canvas Coffin.
My name is Max.
I’m a worried man.
I manage Luke Pilgrim, the best middleweight around. Last night my boy gets hit – bad. He goes on to slap the other guy silly, but he don’t remember a thing . . .
He don’t remember the knockout. He don’t remember this gorgeous red-head he gets cozy with . . .
What’s worse, Luke forgets he even goes out with this doll and that he comes back late – very late. So maybe I got a punchy champ on my hands.
But that’s the least of my worries. Because this morning I see a picture in the paper. It’s a she-corpse in a negligee, with her beautiful face bashed in. She’s a B-girl named Brenda Vane . . .
And she’s Luke’s red-head, which he don’t remember . . .
I have a couple of dozen boxing novels from this same era, and The Canvas Coffin is one of the better ones – despite being more of an expanded version of one of Gault’s sports pulps short stories. Still, it’s a tight little story with some good action.
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