Small House of Everything

Small House of Everything

Thursday, June 18, 2026

FORGOTTEN BOOK: WHEN THE WIND BLOWS

When the Wind Blows by John Saul, 1981

When the Wind Blows is an early John Saul book, his fifth horror novel published under his own name.  It has the basic theme that made him an author with thirty-one best-selling novels:  children in danger.  The children may be young, or may be teenagers, but they always have some fantastic or supernatural force trying to destroy them, with innocent bystanders also suffering; at times, these children may also be the source of evil in the books.  Saul's variations on this theme have led to a long, sustained career.

The scene here is the small town of Amberton, nestled in the Colorado Rockies.  Unlike other mining towns, Amberton had no gold or silver, but it did have a large amount of coal, the  mining of which provided the lifeblood of the town.  Unique to the town was its chinook winds, heavy, blustering gusts that swam down from the mountains at frequent and unpredictable times.  And when the winds blew, the cries of children could be heard.  Supposedly these were the cries of stillborn Indian children well over a century old; the natives would take the bodies of these stillborn infants to a cave where they would await their chance to be reborn and to experience life for the first time.  Of course, this was just  a superstition; the white population of the town refused to believe it.  Nevertheless, when the winds blew, bad things happened.

The winds were blowing fifty years before the main events of the novel.  Dozens of miners. including mine owner Amos Amber, were deep in the mine when a wall let go and a torrent of water appeared, flooding the mine and killing all those below.  Supposedly the miners had heard the cries of the children above the roar of the winds.  At the same time the mine was destroyed, Amos amber's wife, Edna, went into labor with a child she never wanted.  Edna, too, heard the wind and the cries of the children.

Now fifty years have passed and Edna is a bitter, mean-spirited, cruel, and selfish woman, living on the fading Amber ranch with her only child, Diana.  Diana has been terrorized her entire life by her  mother, who views Diana as mere chattel, someone to come at her every beck and call.  in many ways Edna a has infantilized her daughter, never allowing her to grow up and mature into a full adult.  Diana has severe memory lapses, usually when the wind blows; chunks of her life are gone and Diana does  not even realize it.  And Diana has a horrific secret that she has completely blocked from her life.  Both Edna and Diana are reclusive, so the townspeople do not realize that each is insane.

Fifty years after the tragedy that closed down the mine and brought the town to financial ruin, Diana decides to reopen the mine.  She places mining engineer Elliott Lyons, a widower with a nine-year-old daughter, in charge of the project.  Lyons, a capable and careful man, never allowed anyone to go into the mine alone because of the potential danger.  Nevertheless, when the wind was blowing, Lyons entered the mine by himself, fell into a large pit, and was killed.  His daughter, Chrissie, having no other relatives, was brought to live with Diana for the time being.  Diana, never having fully matured, nevertheless desperately wanted to have a child and she decided that Chrissie was that child; in her mind, Diana became Chrissie's mother and began to infantilize her as Edna had once done to Diana.  Edna resents Diana's attention on Chrissie and begins to plot ways to get the young girl out of the house, one way or another...

What we have, in effect, is a good old-fashioned Southern Gothic, albeit set in the Rockies with supernatural elements.

Other players in this tragedy are Bill Henry, the local doctor who grew up with Diana and once was in love with her; over the year, that love morphed into mere affection and concern.  Dan Gurley, the local sheriff, dislikes the suspicious thoughts he has about the Amber women.  Esperanza Rodigues is the half-breed housekeepers for the Ambers; she is steeped in the superstitious beliefs of her people.  When Esperanza's son, Juan, was born severely defective. her people wanted her to take the baby to the cave where the stillborn children -- the water babies -- had been placed and leave him there to die; Espernza refused because her son was not stillborn, and insisted on rising him herself.  And then there were the children of the town -- Jeff, Kim, Steve, Jay-Jay, and Eddie -- all friends of Chrissie and her same age.  These children goad one another into doing risky things, and some of them will die.

There's violence, both psychological and physical, but the worst violence is strangely not described viscerally.  The unravelling of Edna and Diana and the slow display of their insanities is done well.  Some minor threads are never explained but the break-neck pace at the end of the books allows the reader to forget about  both them and various plot holes until long after the novel is put down.

There is an unexpected and horrifying coup de grace revealed in the book's final paragraph.


All in all, an effective horror novel with many unexplained parts.  An interesting but uncomfortable read because of the child abuse.  But child abuse, and the threat of child abuse, is a large part of what made Saul's books sell. I have to wonder, though, is this just a literary gimmick?  Or does Saul truly not like children.


Saul (born 1942 and still living) has not published a book since 2009.  His long-time partner of more than fifty year (and now husband) has anonymously collaborated on several of Saul's novels.  Before Suffer the Children, the first novel published under his own name, Saul had written about ten other novels published under pseudonyms.  Saul is also the author of a number of one-act plays.  In 2023, he received the Bram Stoker Ward from the Horror Writers Association for Lifetime Achievement.

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

MYSTERY IN THE AIR: THE BLACK CAT (SEPTEMBER 18, 1947)

Mystery in the Air was a summer replacement program for the Abbott and Costello Show  beginning in 1945.  Rather than yucks, this show went for crime and mystery, beginning with a crime series about Detective Stonewall Scott.  Then, in 1947, it switched gears and for eight episodes it became a horror anthology series hosted by Peter Lorre and announced by Harry Morgan (he of Dragnet and M.A.S.H.) fame), airing such classic stories as "The Lodger" and "The Horla."

Edgar Allan Poe got his turn with 'The Black Cat,." starring Lorre himself in an over-the-top and effective performance.

Enjoy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKXqzCxRGow


SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: SLAY RIDE TO ETERNITY

 "Slay Ride to Eternity" by Tedd Thomey  (first published in the Australian edition of Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, May 1957; then reprinted in the American edition of Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, June 1957, followed by the United Kingdom edition of the magazine, September 1957; reprinted in the British paperback anthology Crime Squad, 1968, purportedly edited -- as one of four such anthologies -- by "Ed McBain" [Evan Hunter] -- and perhaps it actually was)

Jim Holt is an oil rigging worker just returned from Saudi Arabia.  On the journey back to the States, he had the misfortune to get into a game of craps in which he lost all the  money he had saved.  Now broke, he ran into Bill Tropp, a man he had worked with in the oil field in nearby Signal Hill two years earlier; Tropp lent him five bucks to tide him over and, more importantly, introduced him to Vern Stickle, who then hired him to work as a pipe racker on one of his wells.  Holt remembers getting into Stickle's car, and then...nothing.

Holt woke up sore, confused, and unable to move.  Slowly he realized that he was lying on the floor of an old derrick.  Barely opening his eyes, he saw Stickle in the distance arguing with two people, a tall man and a young woman.  The tall man grabbed Stickle and dragged him to working derrick; the woman saying, "You can't back out now!  If you had been more careful two years ago..."  The tall man pinned Stickle to the floor of the derrick and held him as the derrick's heavy counterweight came don like a hammer, crushing Stickle's skull.  Holt was horrified but still unable to move.  The woman took Stickle's cracked, bloody glasses and placed them in Holt's hand; then she threw the glasses into the distance where authorities would find them.  Holt -- still immobile -- could feel the woman searching his pockets.  He was then lifted and thrown into the back seat of Stickle's car.  Holt was slowly getting control of his body back as the pair plotted to drive the car, with Holt, off a cliff.  He suddenly recognized the voice of the tall man:  Vic Emerson, who had been one of his bosses two years before.

Holt managed enough control of his body to open the car door and drop out onto the side of the road.  He began to slide down the cliff, slowly at first, then rolling uncontrollably until he slammed kinto a shed at the bottom of the cliff.  Badly damaged, again he found himself unable to move as Emerson and the girl inched their way down the mountainside toward him.  The headlights of an oncoming car stopped them and they scurried back to the top and drove off in Stickler's car.  Holt eventually got control of his body enough to get up and stumble toward a building in the distance, whose lights proclaimed it to be a bar.  There he could call the police.  Then Holt checked his pockets.  He had Stickler's wallet filled with cash, in addition to Stickler's distinctive ring and watch.  Holt was being set up.  He did not know why Stickler was murdered, why he was being framed, or who the mysterious woman was.  He did not dare call the police.  Could things get any worse.  Of course they could.  Holt decided to talk to Bill Tropp, who had also worked with Emerson to years before.  Maybe Tropp could give him some information about Emerson.  Bur when Holt got to Tropp's home, the door was open and Tropp lay dead, stabbed with a knife.  on the wall was a crimson message:  HOLT STAB M.  then Tropp's wife came, screaming...

Holt also learned that he had supposedly died two years before in an explosion that killed two other people, a blast that reduced all three bodies to jelly,  An accident supposedly caused by Holt.

A murder scheme from two years before could have unraveled merely because Jim Holt returned to the area from the Arabian oil fields.  But how to prove it?  The evidence against Holt in the murders of Stickler and Tropp was overwhelming.

A fast-paced, doom-laden story worthy of Cornell Woolrich at his pulpiest.


Tedd Thomey (1920-2008 -- "the second 'd' in Tedd was an affectation, added by a young man hoping to be noticed") published more than half a hundred crime and detective stories in the pulps and digest from the late 1940s through  the 1950s.  He wrote a  number of crime novels, mainly paperback originals, including Killer in White , And Dream of Evil, and Flight to Tokla-Ma.  His biggest-selling book appears to an "as told to" written for Mrs. Florence Addland, The Big Love, detailing her teen-age daughter Beverly's sexual relationship with actor Errol Flynn -- a huge scandal in its day.


The June 1957 issue of Mike Shayne's Mystery Magazine can be read online at the Luminist Archive.

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

OVERLOOKED TELEVISION: COLONEL MARCH OF SCOTLAND YARD: THE SORCERER (OCTOBER 1, 1955*)

 * date indicates the first London showing (ABC, London, ITV transmission) of this Biritish produced show; the program was aired earlier in the United States, with this episode appearing sometime in December 1954 -- exact date not certain; the first airing in the British Midlands was on February 29, 1956 on ATV, Midlands)

It's time to take another peek into the Department of Queer Complaints, created by renowned mystery author John Dickson Carr under the pseudonym Carter Dickson.  "The Sorcerer" was the first episode of the series and introduced viewers to the idiosyncratic Colonel Perceval March**, portrayed  by Boris Karloff.  Also featured were Ewan Roberts (as Inspector Ames), Phil Brown, Gerard Heinz, Robert Adair, Eileen Erskine, and Lily (Lilly) Kann.  The episode was directed by Bernard Knowles and scripted by Paul Monash, and was produced by Hannah Weinstein.

A man accuses his wife's psychoananlyst of being a "witch doctor" and threatened to kill him.  Later the psychoanalyst is found dead during a session behind locked doors with the wife -- stabbed with the wife's hatpin!  An intriguing locked room mystery with over-the top acting from most of the cast, remarkably well done considering the limits of the show.  Karloff's performance, of course, stands out.

Enjoy.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GuZv31e4LY&t=31s


** In a great Huh? moment, the door to March's office is labeled "A.L. March" -- continuity was not a big thing in 1954 British television.

Sunday, June 14, 2026

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUBY NASH GARNETT (born 1934)...

 ...lead vocalist and only surviving member of Ruby & the Romantics.


"Our Day Will Come"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfnEoou-FKU


"When You're Young and In Love"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUZbQQbO09Q


"Moonlight and Music"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yimNwJBeZA


"Hey There Lonely Boy"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcfRzW8Zrsk


"Hurting Each Other"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5y8PHrrHtqM


"Baby I Could Be So Good at Loving You"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VG9A1TLAzbs


"My Summer Love"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0aLN-saJG0


"Time After Time"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwpH2kvX5Xc


"Our Everlasting Love"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z20DRFiDIPU


"We Can Make It"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0AM4aixog0


"This Is No Laughing Matter"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MD0vayAWWc


"Two Different Worlds"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXEJqLEVSqI


"Una Bella Brazilian Melody"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=td8PqJZ_fY4


"Twilight Time"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpGClBKaOYo

Saturday, June 13, 2026

FLAG DAY, PLUS...

Today is Flag Day, perhaps not as much in the public eye as the Fourth of July, but still an important day for what it represents.  The flag is a symbol for what our country stands for, for both what were are and what we hope to be.  It is a symbol of what American had died for for over 250 years.  What it should not be is a prop used to gin up yahoos and so-called patriots to serve a devious and meretricious political purpose; when a flag is perverted in that manner it is merely a piece of cloth, nothing more.

Flag Day is also the birthday of our current president, a conman and grifter who likes nothing more than to use the flag for his own political purposes.  Here is a man who is a convicted felon, adjudicated sex offender, and purported pedophile who is actively working to destroy the constitution and our protections under law for his own profit and self-aggrandizement, a man who is actively working against the betterment of most of the people who voted for him, whose inflated narcissism makes him incapable of seeing beyond his own distorted image in the mirror, who seemingly brandishes his dementia as a shield, and who callously approves the slaughter of innocents.  (In case you are late to the party, yeah, I do not care for Uncle Cankles one bit.)  Trump has illegally trashed one of the enduring symbols of this country -- the White House -- with his destruction of the East Wing to build his ego-inflated ballroom.  He has used the White House to denigrate his perceived enemies, and to festoon the  building with the tackiest of gilt.  His unnecessary redo of the Reflecting Pool is  now an algae-filled disaster that went at least 800% over budget to line the pockets of his cronies.  His proposal for a Triumphant Arch is  not lonely unneeded and tacky, but will desecrate those who lie in Arlington National Cemetery'

And now we have an Octagon on the South Lawn.

To celebrate his 80th birthday (and ostensibly to celebrate America's 250th), he will hosting a UFC mixed martial arts cage fight at the White House today.  This, of course, is a private, for profit enterprise that will in part be paid by taxpayers, although, again, Trump's cronies will profit.  Oh, dear Mother of God...  

Nothing says America more than the UFC, unless it may be the Grand Prix that Trump is planning to race through the streets of D.C. later this year for the 250th.

Today is also another scheduled No King's Day to be held throughout the country wherever there is not a wrestling mat.

Today is also the birthday of my father-in-law, Harold Keane, a proud veteran and Bronze Star recipient, who would be more than upset at what the "sonofabitch" Trump was doing.  Harold was a first generation Irishman; his father and two uncles left Ireland in the  middle of the night, one going to Canada, one to Australia, and Harold's father to America -- why they suddenly left the Auld Sod is unclear and the subject of much family speculation.  Harold's father settled in Massachusetts, began working in the shoe industry, married and had eight children that any man would be proud of.  After World War II, Harold married and went to Georgia Tech, living in a trailer, raising tow children, and working his way through to become an engineer.  Harold was a smart, kindly, and feisty man with a great sense of humor, and -- true to his County Cork roots --built like a fire plug.  When he angered, it was with a purpose, one often related to his youth in "No Irish Need Apply" America.  He loved his family and he loved his country and he loved the water.  He doted on his grandkids and they truly loved and respected him.  For over two decades now, we have celebrated his memory with an ice cream feast on his birthday -- he loved to make a full meal on Kimball's banana splits when he moved back to Massachusetts in the mid-Sixties.

So later today, we are going to Fanny Lou's in Pensacola -- which serves the very best homemade ice cream in the area -- to raise a spoon in honor of the Maker of the Feast.  We will be ignoring the UFC and "that sonofabitch Trump" because Harold, and his legacy, is now, and always will be far, more important to the America we love.

HYMN TIME

 Peter Hollens with a 200-person youth choir.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13_nXuJ6dX8