The Original Punk Rock PI: On Rex Weiner’s Ford Fairlane

Cullen Gallagher rides shotgun with Ford Fairlane, the punk rock PI created by author Rex Weiner.

October 20, 2018

The Original Punk Rock PI: On Rex Weiner’s Ford Fairlane

The (Original) Adventures of Ford Fairlane by Rex Weiner. Rare Bird Books. 176 pages.

THE 1970s WITNESSED a rebirth of interest in the hardboiled private eye. This new wave of gumshoe scribes paid tribute to their pioneering forebears, like Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, but also modernized the genre and its hero for their own time. The results were so successful that their influence and popularity — and, in several cases, sequels — continue to this day.

Ernest Tidyman kickstarted the decade with Shaft in 1970. Bill Pronzini’s The Snatch followed in 1971, inaugurating the author’s Nameless Detective series, which recently celebrated its 46th volume with Endgame (2017). Robert B. Parker’s Spenser first appeared in 1973’s The Godwulf Manuscript, and now continues to crack cases in books penned by Ace Atkins. In the middle of the decade, James Crumley debuted two beloved series characters, Milo Milodragovitch in The Wrong Case (1975) and C. W. Sughrue in The Last Good Kiss (1978). Lawrence Block’s Matthew Scudder and Marcia Muller’s Sharon McCone made their first investigations within a year of each other — in The Sins of the Father (1976) and Edwin of the Iron Shoes (1977), respectively — and both characters are still chasing mysteries: McCone in The Breakers (2018) and Scudder in the forthcoming A Time to Scatter Stones (2019). The next decade saw the introduction of Liza Cody’s Anna Lee, Sara Paretsky’s V. I. Warshawski, Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone, and Max Allan Collins and Terry Beatty’s Ms. Tree, to name a few of the most popular ’80s PIs. (A personal favorite is James Reasoner’s West Texas investigator Cody, who appeared in several stories but only one novel, 1980’s Texas Wind).

Into this fray rode Rex Weiner’s Ford Fairlane, an ex-bouncer-turned-punk-rock-PI who made the New York and L.A. scenes in two serialized stories in the New York Rocker and the L.A. Weekly in 1980. Long out of print, both are now collected in The (Original Adventures) of Ford Fairlane: The Long Lost Rock ’n’ Roll Detective Stories, which also includes an insightful “Backstory” by Weiner, as well as contextual interviews with the stories’ original editors, Andy Schwartz of the Rocker and Jay Levin of the Weekly, and with filmmaker Floyd Mutrux, who first tried to bring Fairlane to the screen (he is not at all responsible for the obnoxious Andrew Dice Clay–fronted adaptation from 1990, that dishonor belongs to Renny Harlin). The reappearance and reappraisal of the Fairlane stories is overdue, as these should-be classics of the genre strike a perfect tonal balance between tradition and innovation.

Ford Fairlane is an audacious and awesome appropriation of the private eye archetype, a character the likes of which had never been seen before: a detective as music savvy as he is tough. While reading the stories, I thought of Johnny Thunders’s cover of The Shangri-La’s “Great Big Kiss” on So Alone; there’s nothing ironic about Thunders’s version — he clearly loves The Shangri-La’s (and who doesn’t?) — but the spin is totally up-to-date. Similarly, Weiner approaches detective fiction with punk rock brand of reverence. Despite displacing the detective amid a world of hipsters and pill heads and having him deliver punch lines about The Police, Ford Fairlane is a tried-and-true hardboiled antihero. World weary, violent when pushed, and a consummate loner, he contains elements of Hammett’s Sam Spade and Continental Op, Chandler’s Philip Marlowe, and Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer, although Fairlane has much better taste in music (did those earlier guys even listen to music?). Importantly — in fact, crucially — Weiner is as careful a stylist as his models, with an ear for musicality of the hardboiled mode in all its punchy, staccato prose and clever wordplay:

Bullhorn burped warnings. Barricades blocked off the avenue ahead. Cops swarmed across the dirty sidewalk like gnats on an open wound. I checked the speedometer; it was nudging ninety. I checked Shirley. She was nineteen going on thirty-eight. If this didn’t work I could be doing eight-to-ten — or else we’d both be six feet under. A hundred-to-one chance we could get away with it. I looked at the speedometer again. The numbers computed in that slot machine I call a brain. It came up cherries. As Van Morrison says, it’s too late to stop now, so I pushed the girl underneath the dashboard and Evel Knieveled the accelerator.

As that Morrison reference shows, what’s most striking about the Ford Fairlane stories is the authenticity of their sense of time and place. They are an immensely entertaining lens into the now-legendary music subculture of the late 1970s and early 1980s. A former musician (who threw a meringue pie in Joey Ramone’s face at CBGB), Weiner knows intimately the people and places that he writes about. In the first story, “New York,” Fairlane is hired to find a missing Link Wray lyre-body Danelectro guitar and comes face-to-face with an archvillain out to destroy guitar-based rock, who terrorizes our hero with a gigantic “monstrous jukebox” that plays Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music. (As Fairlane wryly observes, “These guys were connoisseurs of torture.”) The case also takes him to iconic spots like the Mudd Club, Trax (where he runs into Lydia Lunch), and Hurrah (where he talks with James Chance). Much like Block’s Matthew Scudder series, Weiner’s prose is infused with geographic verisimilitude, a priceless been-there-passed-out-there sense of realism.

The second story, “Los Angeles,” is structured like a never-ending night on the town, highway after highway, bar after bar, club after club, with the radio dial permanently set to Rodney Bingenheimer’s storied KROQ radio show, Rodney on the ROQ. The plot has Fairlane trying to rescue a kidnapped singer, Wanda, whom he was originally hired to bodyguard. His primary suspect is Start Kaster (a pun off the famed guitar model), personal custodian to The Eagles (obviously not Fairlane’s favorite band), and Wanda’s boyfriend. The case leads Fairlane to a Darby Crash show at the Starwood, where he narrowly escapes capture by the police when a mosh pit breaks out. Among the cameos in his story are Esther Wong (of Madame Wong’s West club-fame), Slash editor Kickboy Face, rockabilly singer Colin Winski, and Belinda Carlisle of The Go-Go’s, to whom Fairlane quips, “Maybe you’ve got the beat, but I’ve got a job to do.”

For all their fun, the historical value of Weiner’s stories is, sadly, all too clear. “Los Angeles” was published in the fall of 1980. By the end of the year, Darby Crash, ex-lead singer of The Germs, would be dead; he never lived to record the song that Fairlane hears live, “Beyond Help.” Kickboy Face’s magazine, Slash, would also be gone by year’s end. Colin Winski, who had released his debut solo album, Rock Therapy, that year, would not release another album until 1993. Meanwhile, The Weirdos, who are briefly mentioned in the story, would disband by mid-1981, and Club 88, where Fairlane goes looking for Wanda, was also shuttered around that time.

The worlds Ford Fairlane inhabited have disappeared. Lucky for us, Rex Weiner was there to capture them in all their gritty glory.

Rock on, Ford Fairlane.


Cullen Gallagher is a Brooklyn-based writer, musician, and curator whose work has appeared in the Paris Review, Bright Lights Film Journal, Film Comment, The Brooklyn Rail, and other publications.


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