Life in Manchester, England is weighing heavily on Alan Slater and he can't wait to leave the place. In the meantime he works as a double glazing salesman by day and accompanies Les Beale, his friend and colleague to the city's casinos by night. Somewhere in between he finds time for his girlfriend Lucy, a university student and a possible stabilizing influence on his life.
But it's the destabilizing influence who dominates Slater's attention - Les Beale. Beale has a habit of attracting trouble and then relies on Alan to get him out of it. Whether it's drunk and obnoxious in a casino, starting fights with bar patrons or getting home unscathed, Beale has some sort of hold over Alan that he can't say no to and drops everything to help him out. The story, and Alan Slater's future all hinge on the night of a fixed poker game. Beale is playing the game, Slater is at home with Lucy, but as has happened every other time he's gotten into trouble, Beale calls Slater to help bail him out. Slater provides his help one time too many and the ride into hell begins.
Searing hangovers follow drunken nights and Alan's vows to cut his ties to Beale dominate the story as the slow spiral begins to gather momentum. The mirage of happiness in the form of his girlfriend, his job and his health flickers as Beale's influence is stronger than Alan's determination.
There is a boozy, paranoid hysteria about the story, opening with the breathless dread following a car accident in which Slater has hit and killed a dog. The pressure never lets up with a definite sense that Alan's life is always about to spin out of control. Told in the first person we become intimately familiar with Slater's feelings and the incredible lethargy he feels when it comes to standing up for himself. He knows how to get his life on track, he knows who the bad influence in his life is but he just doesn't seem to be able to bring himself to finally cut the ties.
At only 170 pages long, The Big Blind takes us through a lot of angst in a short amount of time. Days pile on top of one another at a furious pace while Slater vainly tries to make some sense of his life. He is a frustrating mixture of contradictions and at times I felt like reaching into the pages and giving him a good shake. At one point he's ready to chuck in his relationship with Lucy because he feels she's smothering him, the next he is bereft at the thought that he's not good enough for her and she may leave him. You can see that he's so close to dragging himself out of the hole that he's dug for himself, so tantalisingly close.
So as Alan Slater stumbles along ruining his life, I suddenly found that I felt as though I had a vested interest in the outcome. I cared about the man who couldn't say no to his friend. It's the drawing out of this empathy that separates the good noir stories from the not so good and Ray Banks has done a helluva job in The Big Blind.