F. Paul Wilson - Quick Fixes: Tales of Repairman Jack

QUICK FIXES includes:

"A Day in the Life"

"The Last Rakosh"

"Home Repairs"

"The Long Way Home"

"The Wringer"

"Interlude at Duanes"

"Do-Gooder"

"Piney Power"

plus author introductions to each story

Foreword

I compiled this collection at the insistence of Repairman Jack fans, especially the completists. A number of small presses have approached me to do a signed, limited first edition, but I'm not comfortable with charging a premium price for recycled material. Through the years a number of these stories have been incorporated into Repairman Jack novels:

Home Repairs into Conspiracies

The Last Rakosh into All the Rage

The Wringer into Fatal Error

If youve read those three novels, you have, in effect, read versions of those three stories. For those who are newcomers to the character

Who is Repairman Jack?

Hes an urban mercenary in Manhattan, a self-made outcast who lives in the interstices of modern society. A ghost in our machine: no official identity, no social security number, pays no taxes. He has a violent streak he sometimes finds hard to control. He hires out for cash to "fix" situations that have no legal remedy.

The name Repairman Jack comes from his gunrunner pal, Abe. Jacks not crazy about it, but he lives with it. Hes not a vigilante, not a do-gooder. Hes not out to right wrongs. Nor is he out to change the world or fight crime. (Hes a career criminal, after all, as are many of his friends.) Hes not Batman. Hes just a guy with a devious mind who likes his work best when he can see to it that what goes around come around. If you follow him carefully youll see he gets a real jolt out of running a scam or setting up someone to be hoisted on his own petard.

He came from a dream. The scene on the roof in The Tomb was that dream. I worked backward and forward from there to create a character who could survive that situation. I decided on an anti-Jason Bourne with no black-ops, SEAL, or Special Forces training, no CIA or police background, no connection to officialdom. In other words, no safety net. No one in officialdom he could call on. He has to rely on his own wits and his own network.

Ive been a libertarian forever, so I figured Id act out my libertarian dreams, you know, make this guy an anarchist with no identity. But as Ive continued his adventures, Ive learned that it takes a lot of effort to live below the radar, especially since 9/11.

I intended Jack as a one-shot, which is kind of obvious at the end of The Tomb. As I finished that novel, I thought, Well, this character is definitely series material, so I gotta make it look like the guy is dead or theyll want more. I had books planned out and didnt want to get locked into a series.

Then, later on, Jack became a way out of a trap Id got myself into with a medical thriller contract. Id become bored with writing them after doing three and I was contracted to do a fourth but I had this idea for a techy thriller and thought, why dont I rework this and use Jack again? Itd be great for him. I named it Legacies and made his client a doctor so I could call it a medical thriller. The publisher was happy I was bringing back a character my fans wanted to see again, and I was happy to revisit Jack. A win-win.

Legacies was fun and sold well, so I had to do another, and then another, and before I knew it, Jack had taken over my writing career.

But before Legacies, I brought him back in shorter works.

introduction to A Day in the Life

Sometime in 1988, one of my phone friends, Ed Gorman (with whom Ive spent countless hours in conversation but have never met) mentioned that he and Marty Greenberg were co editing an anthology called Stalkers for Dark Harvest / NAL. Would I care to contribute? I said I'd been itching to revive Repairman Jack, the lead character from The Tomb not in a novel (I still didnt want a series at that time), just a short piece. How about a Jack story? Ed, a Repairman Jack fan since the git-go, told me I had to do it.

The Tomb had been published four years earlier. It hit the bestseller lists, won the Porgie Award from The West Coast Review of Books, and the mail began pouring in. Id known right then he was a series character but I didnt want to do a series. Id closed the novel with Jacks life hanging by a thread, and readers wanted to know: What happened to Repairman Jack? When are you going to do another Repairman Jack novel? Never, I thought. But the book kept selling, and the letters kept coming in.

Hollywood entered the picture. The Tomb has been optioned numerous times. Everyone loves the idea of Repairman Jack as a franchise character; but the rakoshi, the Bengali temple demons who provide the horror, have sunk all attempts to adapt it to film. How do you make them look real? The line between horror and hilarity is a couple of nanometers thick. A rakosh is scary; a guy in a rubber suit is dumb.

In the late 80s, Roger Cormans New World Pictures had the novel under option. A combination of low-rent antics by Fred Olen Ray with the title, and a lousy screenplay (they moved the action to Pasadena!), had the project dead in the water. I dashed off a spec script in an eleventh-hour attempt to save it, but too late.

The Hollywood connection provided extra incentive to write a new Repairman Jack story. I had created a number of original action sequences for the screenplay Id sent New World, and I wanted to protect them. The best way to do that was to copyright them in a story. Theyre all in A Day in the Life.

Stalkers turned out to be a hugely successful anthology, reprinted in book clubs and multiple foreign editions. The result: A Day in the Life gained Jack even more fans.

For those who care, Levinson never appeared again. He was replaced by Ernie to ID guru when I started writing the novels. Tram previously appeared in Dat-Tay-Vao. As for Hollywood, as I write this, the novel had been in development hell for over 15 years at Beacon Films.

A Day in the Life

When the cockroach made a right turn up the wall, Jack flipped another shuriken across the room. The steel points of the throwing star drove into the wallboard just above the bugs long antennae. It backed up and found itself hemmed in on all sides now by four of the stars.

Did it! Jack said from where he lay across the still made hotel bed.

He counted the shuriken protruding from the wall. A dozen of them traveled upward in a gentle arc above and behind the barely functioning TV, ending in a tiny square where the roach was trapped.

Check that. It was free again. Crawled over one of the shuriken and was now continuing on its journey to wherever. Jack let it go and rolled onto his back on the bedspread.

Bored.

And hot. He was dressed in jeans and a loose, heavy sweater under an oversized lightweight jacket, both dark blue; a black-and-orange knitted cap was jammed on the top of his head. Hed turned the thermostat all the way down but the room remained an oven. He didnt want to risk taking anything off because, when the buzzer sounded, he had to hit the ground running.

He glanced over at the dusty end table where the little Walkman sized box with the antenna sat in silence.

Come on, already, he mumbled to it. Lets do it.

Reilly and his sleazos were due to make their move tonight. What was taking them so long to get started? Almost one a.m. already three hours here in this fleabag. He was starting to itch. He could handle only so much TV without getting drowsy. Even without the lulling drone of some host interviewing some actor hed never heard of, the heat was draining him.