What does the Devil drive? People, apparently. Robert Ames’ thriller The Devil Drives, for which you see a nice Barye Phillips cover above, has a labyrinthine plot at the center of which is one of the most duplicitous femmes fatales ever, a bad woman named Kim Bissel. In a small Florida town, numerous people are after bags of money from a deadly armored car robbery, loot that went missing after the getaway boat crashed and upended. Cold-blooded Kim wants the cash more than her male rivals can possibly comprehend, yet they continue to underestimate her—at their mortal peril. We’ve noted before that the only true respect women received in mid-century fiction and cinema was as deadly criminals. Pyrrhic, considering the possible punishments in store, but you’ll find yourself on this feminist fatale’s side as she tries to beat the odds. While the plot is improbable, the book works because of Ames’ hallucinatory, irony filled, interior monologue driven prose. Recommended stuff, from 1952.
She's got this caper in the bag.