(from Target Comics #80, April 1947), Bill battles to save the home of an old Indian, using a trick from Homer's The Odyssey to corner the bad guys. No Rawhide Ike in this one; Bill is accompanied by an unnamed Rannie from his ranch.
Small House of Everything
Saturday, November 27, 2021
(from Target Comics #80, April 1947), Bill battles to save the home of an old Indian, using a trick from Homer's The Odyssey to corner the bad guys. No Rawhide Ike in this one; Bill is accompanied by an unnamed Rannie from his ranch.
Friday, November 26, 2021
Doom Trail by "Bradford Scott" (A. Leslie Scott) (1962)
Leslie Scott (1893-1974) was a prolific writer of westerns, first in the pulps and then as paperback originals. One of his most popular characters was Texas Ranger Jim Hatfield, who Scott created in the first issue of Texas Rangers (October 1936) under the house pseudonym "Jackson Cole." Texas Rangers continued on a monthly or bimonthly basis until April 1958, with 55 of those issues containing a Hatfield novel/novella by Scott -- who ties with writer Tom Curry for the most Hatfield stories in the magazine. For another pulp from the same publisher. Thrilling Western, Scott created Walt Slade, another Texas Ranger, who could have been a clone of Jim Hatfield except for a few minor differences. Scott wrote a Walt Slade western for over 70 issues, ending in 1951. In the early Fifties, Scott moved from the pulps to paperbacks, taking the Jim Hatfield character with him. Ned Pines, the publisher of Texas Rangers, soon objected to Scott using Jim Hatfield as the hero of the paperback series because he was still publishing Hatfield stories and the "Jackson Cole" house name in his magazine. Scott responded by dropping Jim Hatfield and using instead Walt Slade, the Hatfield clone written under the "Bradford Scott" pseudonym. Scott went on to publish well over 100 Walt Slade westerns for the paperback market, most of them original novels, although a few of them were rewritten from the Thrilling Western stories.
Scott's western stories are entertaining, action-packed shoot-em-ups, perfect for afternoon or evening reading. Scott was never a great stylist, but his tales of the mythic west that was Texas are un-put-downable.
Walt Slade was an ideal western hero -- tall, strong, handsome, a deadly shot, and a man with a strict moral code. Slade had no compunctions about killing as long as the dead 'un deserved it. Doom Trail opens with a courtroom scene being "convicted of two delibarate killings, by a jury of your peers." For this crime he was sentenced to imprisonment for one hour at the Hogwaller saloon, buying the court and the jury a drink. (The coroner, who acted as judge in the trial, had a weird sense of humor.) The
victims (whoops, can't call them that), the deceased were two of outlaw Tarp Henry's hired killers. Henry was the name used by the leader of a murderous outlaw gang; nobody knew who he really was; nobody had even seen him. Tarp Henry was the man Walt Slade had been sent to the West Texas town of Signal to stop.
Slade was an educated man, trained as an engineer and given to reading books. He had somehow drifted into law enforcement and found that he was good at it. Working under the Commander of the Border Battalion, Captain McNulty, Slade had garnered two distinct reputations. For those who knew he was a lawman, Slade "was the smartest and most fearless Ranger of them all." But along the Rio Grand border, he was El Halcon, the Hawk, a supposed outlaw with a fast draw. For an outlaw, El Halcon was pretty considerate and kind to the poor people and working classes he met. Slade had never been in Signal before and was surprised to see two men he knew fairly well: Tom Bowles, the coroner, and Doc McChesney. Both had wandered into Signal months earlier and had become respeted members of the community. These two were the only ones who knew Walt Slade's true purpose.
Tarp Henry, whoever he was, did not take kindly to Slade killing two of his men, so he sent a couple of gunhands to avenge their deaths. Big mistake. Soon there were two bodies decorating the floor of the Hogwaller. The next day, while riding outside of town Slade came across a bumch of toughs attacking a grizzled old man on a mule. They began firing at Slade and Slade fired back, killing one of the five men, wounding another in the leg, while another had his face ruined when Slade's bullet tore his lips and nose to shreds. The four surviving members of the shoot-out skedaddled. The man the gang had originally attacked was an old prospector named Ben Grady but everyone knew him as Uncle Ben. Ben lived in a solid old cabin presumably build by Spaniards centuries ago. The cabin was large and had been well fortified by its original owners. It backed to a swift-moving stream where Uncle Ben would pan for gold, taking out large nuggets after every rain. On the other side of the stream was a large unscalable mountian with sheer cliffs. Slade's engineering background told him the somewhere on the mountain was the source of the gold Ben had been panning. Slade decided to help Uncle Ben and devised a way to traverse the wild stream. On the other side and around a bend, they found a place to land and an old mine entrance partway up the mountain. It was a large mine and its age had made it liable to collapse at any time. Most of the gold had been played out but enough remained to keep uncle Ben comfortable for the rest of his life.
Getting back to Tarp Henry. His gang had been rustling cattle from young rancher named Allen Curtis. Curtis, like his two neighbors who owned large ranches, was originally British and was suspected of being remittance man; that is, one whose activities had stained the family escutcheon and were then paid to stay out of England. His neighbor, Val Parker, had been losing cattle in small numbers to the rustlers -- twenty head here, fifty head there, perhaps a hundred head elsewhere -- but those numbers added up. If the rustling kept up, soon Parker would lose the ranch. The neighbor to the south was "a dossolute young Englishman named Ragnal," Ragnal spent his time drinking and let his freman run the ranch. Ragnal had a secret: when drunk he evidently stabbed and killed a man. Curtis had been blackmailing Ragnal over this, and soon demanded Ragnal's ranch.
That's the set-up and those are the players. Along the way there are more gunfights, some fast-moving fists, and some harrowing escapes as the plot chugs along like a reliable, fast-moving locomotive.
Can Walt Slade come our on top? Well, duh.
Pure popcorn for the mind when you wish to purge yourself of the serious problems of the day.
I have to mention one drawback, though. Although Walt Slade and many of those around him are bright, they can all be dim bulbs whnever it necessary for the plot. No matter how many times you yell at a movie screen for the innocent young woman not to seek shelter in that creepy old abandoned house, you just know she's going to do it. I got the same kind of feeling with parts of this book. But, then, not enough to ruin my enjoyment.
For more on Leslie Scott, Walt Slade, "Bradford Scott," Ranger Jim Hatfield, and "Jackson Cole," check out this FFB review by James Reasoner from December 26, 2014:
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
"The Red Dwarf of Rabenstein" by William Waldorf Astor (first published in The Pall Mall Magazine #26, June 1895; reprinted in Astor's collection Pharaoh's Daughter and Other Stories, 1900)
William Waldorf Astor, the 1st Viscount Astor. (1848-1919), was the only child of John Jacob Astor II; upon his father's death, Willie (as he was known) became the richest man in America. After prcticing law for a short time, Willie decided his true calling was politics and was elected to the New York State Assembly in 1878 and the New York State Senate in 1880 and 1881; he was aided in his career by chester Conklin, the powerful boss of the state's Republican machine. In 1881 he ran for the United States Congress but was defeated. A second run also ended in defeat. Disillusioned and upset at the political attacks on his character, Willie quit politics, but in 1882, President Chester A. Arthur appointed him Ambassador to Italy, a post he held for three years.
After his father's death, he began work on the Waldolf Hotel on the site of his previous home in New York City. His aunt, who lived in the mansion next to it, complained about the commercial building next door. Her son Jack convinced her to move, then used her site to build the Astoria Hotel. There was some family friction with his aunt declaring that she -- and not Willie's wife Mary -- was the Mrs. Astor in New York Society. Willie and his family moved to England, where he put down roots. Somewhat shy, he decided to avoid the public by fking his own death in 1893, having his servents report that he had died of pneumonia. The ruse was uncovered and he was mercilessly roasted in the British press. Among his business acquisitions were The Pall Mall Gazette (Estanlishing The Pall Mall Magazine a year later) and The Observer. He purchased the Hever Castle Estate in 1903, where Anne Bolyn had lived as a child, and gave his previous estate, Cliveden, to his eldest son Waldolf and his new bride. (Waldorf's wife, Nancy, went on to become the first seated female Member of Parliament).
Willie had become an British citizen in 1899 and was a heavy charitable donor. For his charitable work, he became the Baron Astoer of Hever Castle in 1916. A year later he was elevated to Viscount, a move that caused some controversy with many saying that the rich American had bought his way into the english aristocracy.
He died at age 71 of a heart attack while in his lavatory.
In addition to his philanthrpoic and busness interests, Willie wrote and published two historical romance novels and one collection of twelve short stories. In all, Willie published at least twenty-six stories and six articles in his career -- all but one appearing in his own magazine, The Pall Mall Magazine.
(William Astor should not be confused with his relative John Jacob Astor IV, who wrote the science fiction novel A Journey on Other Worlds: A Romance of the Future, 1894; this Astor died on the Titanic in 1912.)
"The Red Dwarf of Rabenstein" opens with the title character arriving at the partially restored ruins of Rabenstein Castle. He had just been named the warder of the castle by the owner, the hochwohlgeboren Herr von Flulen, a remote descendent of the Rabensteins. In addition to his dwarfism, the young man's body was misshapened and his face bore the marks of a life that made him a pariah. To add to his unfortunate circumstaances, his name was Wolfgang Judassohn, a sinister name that drew many taunts in childhood. He had an isolated and bitter childhood, born into poverty, mistreated by his father, and scorned by the young girls he admired. Wolfgang's only solace came from books, especially older romances and poetry; Guenivere, Elaine, and Morgan Le Fay stoked his heart, while Launcelot, Gawain, and Merlin formed his view of heroes.
Rabenstein Castle had a bloody and sad history. It had been stormed by the French in the late seventeenth century, its people killed or captured, the Countess Rabenstein hurling herself from a tower to be crushed on the rocks below, the estate looted, and the place set afire. There were rumors of a vast treasure at the castle and when the French discovered a large locked door they believed they had come across the castle's riches, but when the door was forced open it revealed only a large stone wall. Angered, the French then slit the throats of those few they had captured. Only the walls and the outline of the original rooms remained. Herr von Flulen, himself far from rich, rebuilt a few room in the castle and employed a housekeeper and a cook to stay there. Von Flunen and his daughter would visit the castle twice a year for a single week only. And now Wolfgang was added to supervise the estate.
When they came for their first visit during Wolfgang's tenure, the gnadiges Fraulein Gisela proved to be a beautiful yet imperious young woman. For some reason, she enjoyed taling with Wolgang, who, for his part, would sometimes unconsciously reoly in a manner above his station. Slowly he learned that the girl was engaged and would be married as soon as her betrothed has enough money to comfortably suppoert them. Von Flulen, meanwhile, was wistful in his hopes that the rumored treasure of the castle was actually existed. Such a treasure trove would solve many of his problems. Wolfgang determined to find the treasure.
For months he searched every possible hiding place, ripping up and replacing floors and measuring the walls, cupboards, and nooks of the castle hoping to find a disparity that might indicate the treasure. The housekeeper and the maid became distraught at his actions, thinking he had gone mad. Then one evening, it struck him where the treasure might be. Rushing downstairs, he pushed the two servants aside. They became fearful and immediately sent word to von Flulin that his warder had gone mad.
The next day, von Flulin and Gisela arrived to take control of the situation. They found a big hole where the French had once hoped to find the treasure. Then a bedraggled, dirty Wolfgang popped his hear out, crying that he had found the treasure. Indeed he did -- "great heaps of money amid shreds of leather purses, a chest of silver coins, jewelled crucifixes, women's bracelets, gems plucked from their settings, gold chains and fillets, a score of diamonds..."
Von Flulin restored the castle, gave a large dowry to Gisela, distributed money among the poor, and gave Wolfgang a large purse of gold and promoted him to seneschal of Rabenstein for life and doubled his salary. The rest of his largess he invested (quite successfully) in American railroads. Gisela had even allowed Wolfgang to kiss her hand.
Now married, Gisela and her husband, Count Aura, travelled to Rabenstein for their honeymoon. But Wolfgang was not there. He had packed his things, said sad goodbyes to the housekeeper and the cook, and sailed down the Rhine to no one knew where. Gisela looked ut the window of her room and saw a large group of tiny flowers blooming. vergissmeinicht -- forget-me-nots.
Sometimes what the heart wants is impossible to attain.
Pharaoh's Daughter and Other Stories is available for reading on the internet.
Monday, November 22, 2021
Openers: Years upon years ago, when all the world was young, when Atlantis was among the chief islands of it, and the Ayrans had not yet descended from their cradle on the Roof of the World, there wandered up past the sources of the sleepy Nile the patriarch Kintu, and his wife. For many months he travelled, he and his old wife, their one she-goat, and one cow, and carrying with them one banana and one sweet potato. And they were alone in thir journey.
From out of the leagues of papyrus fen the ibis and the flamingo screamed, and through the matete-canes the startled crocodile plunged under the lily-covered waves. Overhead circled and piped vast flocks of strange water-fowl, puzzled by the sight of human beings, and from the path before them the sulky lion hardly turned away. The hyenas in the rattan brakes snarled to see them pass, and, wailing through the forests that covered the face of the land, came the cry of the lonely lemur. A dreary, desolate country, rich in flowers and fruit, and surpassingly beautiful, but desolate of man.
The elephant was the noblest in the land, and on the water there was none to stand before the river-horse.
And so they plodded on, old Kintu and his wife, until coming to where the Victoria Nyanza spreads its summer sea through four degrees of latitude, flecked with floating groves, "purple isles of Eden," the partriarch halted, and, for the first time in many years, laid down his staff upon the ground. And the mark of the staff may still be seen, lying like a deep scar across the basalt borders piled up on the western shore of the great lake. And then his wife laid down her burden, the one banana and the one potato, and the goat and the cow lay down, for they were all weary with the journey of half a century, during which they had never rested night nor day. And the name they gave the land they stayed at was Uganda, but the name of the land they from no one knows.
-- "The Legend of the Blameless Preist" by Phil Robinson (from his collection Under the Punkah, 1881)
Kintu magically cut the banana and the potato into many pieces and planted each piece twenty miles apart, where the grew rapidly and flourished. And his wife gave birth to many sones and daughter, all of who were born as adults, and they intermarried and soon populated the country. and the goat and the cow also gave birth to many offspring, also all born as adults, and, by the second generatin, every man in the land had a thousand cattle. And the land was at peace for no blood was shed since Kintu had declared that no meat should be eaten. The people called Kintu "The Blameless Priest," because he never did wrong to anyone. But, after many years, the people forgot their pure ways. They made banana wine, and drink from from plam fruit, and firewater from mtama grain. They got drunk and slaughtered cattle for meat. And soon Kintu was the only person in the country to wear a pure-white robe -- the only person who had not shed blood.
Not only was the blood of animals spilled; one drunk person got into an argument and killed another with a spear. Soon, everyone was killing one another. At the same time, the people were shocked at their actions, for they had never seen a dead person.
And Kintu and his wife left quietly, with a she-goat, a cow, a banana, and a potato -- they're leaving was witnessed only two young children. Thirty-eight kings then ruled over Uganda, each searching in vain for Kintu, but each expanding the country's boundaries and conquering their neighbors. The thirty-ninth king was Ma'anda, who was different from all the rest. He embodied much of what Kintu had taught the people and shed no blood. One night Ma'anda had a strange dream about meeting a peasant who told him wonderful news. The next day a peasant came with news only for the king and his mother. Ma'anda and his mother were told to go into the forest to meet an old man -- but they must come alone, and not even bring their dog. One person did see the king and his mother leave and followed them. When the king met the old man, the old man asked him why he came with another man when told not to. The follower then emerged from the trees and Ma'anda realized that he had been followed. Angered, he pierced the other man with his spear and, for the first time, Ma'anda had spilled blood. Ma'anda was shocked at what he had done. He truned around and the old man had disappeared.
"Nor from that day to this has any one in Uganda seen the "Blameless Priest."
A well worked out folktale/legend based on "notes taken in Uganda by Mr. H. N. Stanley...[that] will be found already partially worked out in that traveller's 'Across the Dark Continent,' which fell to [Robinson] [the] pleasant lot to edit it." I found the combination of magic, mysticism, and miracles irresistable.
Phil Robinson (Philip Stewart Robinson, 1847-1902) was an India-born British naturalist and popular author humorous Anglo-Indian literature. In 1869 he returned to India to help his father edited a newspaper there. He became a professor in English at Muir Central College in Allahabad and was appointed Supreme Governor of Censor for the vernacular press in India. Shortly after marrying, he retired and returned to England. His marriage was acrimonious, his wife suing for divorce on the grounds of cruelty, adultery, and desertion. British society was scandalized when she took the witness stand in her own behalf. In Englan, Robinson returned to newspaper work, covering the Second Afghan Campaign and the Zulu War. He worked for the Daily Chronicle, The Daily Telegraph, The Pall Mall Gazette, had been an editor at The Sunday Times. He was fired from the Times after he had published an article on the finances of the Prince of Wales. From 1882-1885 he was a war correspondent in Egypt and the Sudan. In 1898 he was a correspondent in Cuba. The following year he declared bankruptcy. He later worked for the Associated Press in Cuba where he was imprisoned (I'm not sure for what). After imprisonmnet he was in poor health until he died.
He was the older brother of E Kay Robinson (1855-1928), who was a well-known journalist and popular writer of natural history. Kay Robinson went on to found the British Empire Natualist's Association in 1905. He was also noted for being an early supporter of Rudyard Kipling, who was his assistant when Kay edited the Civil and Military Gazette in Lahore. While working at the The Globe, he initiated the popular "By the Way" column for which P. G. Wodehouse was editor from 1904 to 1909. He gave many popular talks on Natural History to schools and was one of the first to give natural history talks on British radio. With his brothers, Phil Robinson and H. Perry Robinson (1859-1930) , he published Tales by Three Brothers (1902, the year that Phil Robinson died), a collection of eleven short stories with no indication of whihch brother wrote which story, although several stories from Phil's Under the Punkah were included. (Perry Robinson had emigrated to America in 1883 to hunt for gold. Failing, he turned, as his brothers did, to journalism. In 1896 he managed William MKinley's successful presidential campaign. He returned to England in 1900, became a war correspondent covering World War I from beginning to end, which earned him the the French Chevalier Legion of Honor, as well as a knighthood from King George V.) A talented family, indeed.
Under the Punkah can be read online.
- "James Vogh" (John Sladek), Arachne Rising. A hoax book detailing the so-called thirteenth sign of the zodiac. A marvelous bit of pseud-research and my FFB last Friday (which see).
Thanksgiving (Times Three): Hokey Pokey and Marjorie Taylor Green notwithstanding, there is a lot to be thankful for this Thursday. I hope your day will be one of food, family, friends, and a greatful awareness of all the wonder and joy that surrounds us.
And while you are giving thanks, remember to smile.
The historical record:
The greatest turkey event in Ohio:
Travelling back 74 years with Jack, Mary, Phil, Dennis, Rochester, and Don:
Mama Stamberg's Cranberry Relish: Today is National Cranberry Relish Day, and with Thnksgiving coming up it's a perfect time to make Mama Stamberg's famous cranberry relish. Every year since 1972, N PR's Susan Stamberg has shared her mother-in-law's unusual recipe for this relish. It has become a holiday staple in many homes across the country. We've tried it and it is delicious!
(BTW, today is alos Love Your Freckles Day.)
On This Day:
- John F. Kennedy was assassinated. (1963) I was in George Simonian's high school biology class when he was told to turn on the television. It was the last class of the day and we were stunned -- the thought of someone killing an American president was beyond comprehension. Later that afternoon, I was at our local library and I told librarian Goldie Cramer that Kennedy was dead and she just looked at me strangely. A few days later she came up to me and apologized -- she had thought I was joking even though she knew I was not one to joke like that,
- Generalissimo Francisco Franco was still dead. Juan Carlos declared president of Spain (1975).
- The vessels of Edward Teach (aka Blackbeard) were board by the British Navy of the coast of North Carolina. Among the casualties was Teach. (1718)
- Cutty Sark (the ship, not the whiskey) was launched in Dumbarton, Scotland. (1869) It wasn't until March 23, 1923, that the whiskey was launched. "Cutty sark" was a Scottish term for short shirt (skirt); it had been prominently mentioned in Robert Burns's poem "Tam o' Shanter" (1791).
- In the Cairngorm Plateau Disaster, five children and one adult were found dead from overexposure while mountaining in the Scottish Mountains. (1971) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05T03vfK0-8
- Amgela Merkel becomes the first female Chancellor of Germany. (2005)
- Abigail Adams (nee Smith), wife of John /Adams and the second First Lady of the United States was born. She was also the mother of John Quincy Adams. (1744)
- Aldous Huxley, and C. S. Lewis, aa well as John F. Kennedy died (1963)
- Florida Man Clifford Anthony Bliss, Jr., 58, of Umatilla, got upset when a neighbor's cat walked onto his property. For a Florida Man, that's almost as bad as having "those danged kids" on his lawn. So Bliss got his .22 calibre rifle and went to his neighbor, James Arland Taylor, Jr., and threatened to shoot the cat. Taylor pleaded with Bliss not to shoot his cat, so Bliss fired one round into Taylor's chest, killing him. Bliss was described as being "sort of the neighborhood hothead." No cats were harmed in the reporting of this story.
- When asked by his ten-year-old son to take him on a "paint-ball drive-by," Michael Williams proved himself to be a true Florida Man. Following his son's instructions, Williams drove to a certain house and, while hanging out the window, the boy fired several paint-ball pellets at the house. The owner of the home, Gregory Barns, thought he was being fired upon by real bullets. Since Florida is a Stand-Your-Ground state, Barns grabbed hus rifle and fired back, hitting the boy once, whereupon the boy fell out of the car and was run over by his father. At the time this story was reported, the boy was in the hospital with injuries and Williams was charged with child neglect with great bodily harm. Stupid is as stupid does.
- Florida Man and Rapper Billy Bennett Adams, III, 23, also goes by the stage name Ace NH. Young Mr. NH had just finished recording a music video when he celebrated by alledgedly shooting two men to death. Bennett and at least one of the victims were members of the Crips, according to police. Rap...Can it be the Devil's music?
- Florida Woman Maria Jurgilewicz, 45. was stopped in St. Petersberg for erratic driving. According to police she had a strong scent of alcohol on her. Jurgilewicz tried to convince officers that he erratic driving was due to an egg roll she was eating. even though the old egg roll excuse has never been held up in court. I'm giving her points for originality, though.
- Florida Man Daniel Patrick Patrignani, 33, ran over a young woman and then began punching and choking her in a brutal daylight attack. Police say the victim and Patrignani were travelling in the same vehicle when the woman jumped out of the car moments before the incident. Several off-duty officers had to restrain Patregnani before he could be arrest and charged with attempted first-degree murder. The victim was listed at a local hospital as in critical but stable condition after emergency surgery. By the way, Patrignani was naked at the time of the incident on the Pineda Causeway at about 2:00 p.m. on Thursday.
- 500 humpback whales and a recod number of calves return to Seattle coast. while there were none 25 years ago https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/500-humpbacks-return-with-record-number-of-calves/
- Argintinean woman becomes as "natural supressor" of HIV as her immune system naturally rids her body of the disease, perhaps leading to major breakthroughs https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/argentinian-esperanza-patient-cured-of-hiv-by-her-own-immune-system/
- World's most premature baby survives 1% odds of survival to enter Guiness Book of Records https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/worlds-most-premature-baby-defies-sub-1-survival-odds-to-break-record/
- Bride surprises blind groom by wearing a "tactile" wedding Tam o' Shanterhttps://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/bride-tacticle-wedding-dress-blind-partner/
- 13-year-old boy granted a "Make a Wish" and uses it to feed the homelss every month for a year....https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/abraham-olagbegi-make-a-wish-food-homeless/
Friday, November 19, 2021
The Press Guardian was a costumed* crime fighter who appeared in the first eleven issues of Pep Comics, January 1940 to January 1941 (they skipped the March and October 1940 dates). He was first known as The Falcon, the Guardian of the Press -- a man whose identity was unknown. In Pep Comics #2 it was revealed that he was actual Perry Chase. the playboy son of the publisher of The Daily Express. When the paper attacks the "cowardly, un-American followers of the dictator of Moronia**," the Moronian Bund threatens to destroy the paper unless the news organization praises the "cruel and inhuman policies" of the dictator. Perry wants to placed on the story but everyone on the paper, including his father, consider him to be light-weight so Perry is stuck with the society pages. But, aha! Perry is made of sterner stuff. Under an assumed name he joins the Moronian Bund and, as The Press Guardian, stops the bombing of the newspaper's offices and busts the Bund, sending its leaders "down a one-way track to prison where they belong." In the last panel we are introduced to Baldwin, Perry's valet and the only person who knows his secret identity.
So now the character is basically known as The Press Guardian, the defender f the free press and the foe of those who wish to destroy it.
In the remaining adventures, PG goes up against the leader of the Moronian Bund (who was thought to have been killed), a gang that has been stealing millions of dollars from the state, Senator Palmgreas*** (the biggest and most dangerous crook in Washington), a phoney ambassabor with assassination on his mind, an attempt to blow up a munitions plant, a plot to destroy freight ship cargoes in North Harbor, The Claw and his gang of Beast-Men, a seemingly indestructable monster with a penchant for blondes, and a blackmailer targeting "illegal" immigrants. A pretty hefty agenda for a sissified playboy.
The final adventure promised more to come but no more came. **sigh** He was replaced by the superhero Fireball.
The Press Guardian was fighting for space with more popular characters, including The Shield (who was featured on every cover), The Comet, Sergeant Boyle, Fu Chang, Bentley of Scotland Yard, The Midshipman, and Dusty, the Boy Detective (paired with The Shield on the cover of issue #11). Even the introduction of Perry's eye candy secretary, the toothsome Cynthia Blake, in issue #3 could not save the eventual cancellation. To be fair though, Cynthia was a plucky character whom I found much more interesting than The Press Guardian.
The Press Guardian was created by Jack Binder, the artist brother of science fiction writers Earl and Otto Binder (aka "Eando Binder"). The saga was taken over by Abner Sundall and Mort Meskin in the second issue.
The adventures of The Press Guardian seems to be a case of "Well, we've got a hero...what are we going to do with him?" Nonetheless, it's worth checking out.
* That's if a costume can be considered to be a green hat and a red mask.
**Can there be a better name for such a country?
*** Another nifty name!
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Arachne Rising: the search for the thirteenth sign of the zodiac by "James Vogh" (John Sladek) (1977)
It takes a special kind of person to go searching for the thirteenth sign of the zodiac. It takes an even more special kind of person to find it. John Sladek was not like the other children.
Sladek (1933-2000) was an American (Iowa-born; you can't get much more American than that) who spent the first twenty years of his writing career in England and was associated with science fiction's "New Wave." He was one of the field's greatest satirists in the last half of the twentieth century. Nothing, it seemed, was too sacred for his pen. His first science fiction novel, The Reproductive System, (he had published two paperback gothics previously, one with Thomas M. Disch) was a brilliant allegory of technology gone wrong and featured a self-replicating robot. His next, The Muller-Fokker Effect, had his hapless protagonist'spersonality tranfered to a computer, then replicated a number of times with each "clone" encountering fantastic (and sometimes terrifying) experiences with Big Business, Big Religion, patriotism, and the decline of America. Roderick and Roderick at Random (whose full, unexpergated taxt was later relased as The Complete Roderick) is a bildungsroman about a young robot child who is trying to understand his place in human society, and Tik-Tok gives us a sociopathic robot with Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics.
And there were the short stories -- "Masterton and the Clerks," "The Poets of Millgrave, Iowa," as well as a number of satires that skewered well-known writers such as Asimov, Philip K. Dick, and Ray Bradbury -- each a spot-on parody. And his two Thackeray Phin detective novels, Black Aura and Invisible Green, each brilliant locked room mysteries that deserve to be more widely known. And Black Alice, written with Disch, a fantastic thriller in which a missing white child is hidden from sight by turning her into a black child.
You may have noticed that I haven't started to talk about Arachne Rising yet. What can I say? The title tells you what the book is about. For 203 pages, the author details his theme, then he dives further in with even more appendices of Celebrities and Statistics (four pages), The Psychic Horoscope (eleven pages, including four pages of "Conversion Tables"). and an exhaustive twelves pages of Biliographic Notes (exactly 300 of 'em). as well as a ten-page index. References there a-plenty -- of alien visitors, prehistoric myths, Atlantis, ancient civilizations, moon cycles, Stonehenge. folklore, King Arthur, christianity, the Kabbalah, the Tarot, Nostrodamus, Psi, the occult, reincarnation, psychic surgery, Edgar Cayce, Bishop Pike, Charles Fort, telepathy, out-of-body experiences, Uri Geller, mediums, dreams, and prophecy. (I'd list more, but my fingers got tired just typing these.)
Sladek, you see, was a rationalist. He also had a strong antipathy for gullible people. In writing Arachne Rising, his intent was to demonstrate that people will believe anything. It worked: "many readers apparently believed that it recorded an authentic discovery," according to critic John Clute. Never underestimate the power of a detailed, dead-pan hoax.
Sladek's previous non-fiction book, The New Apocrypha: A Guide to Strange Sciences and Occult Beliefs, was a straight-forward examination of fringe thinking and pseudosciences, many of which were revisited in Arachne Rising and two further hoax examinations, The Cosmic Factor: Bioastrology and You (as "Voht") and Judgment on Jupiter (as "Richard A. Tilms"). Sadly, any copy of The New Apocrypha after 1973 has been cut/censored after a threat of legal action from the Church Scientology. (Pooh on you, L. Ron Hubbard and David Miscavige!)
Sorry I didn't go into more detail about Arachne Rising, but the book has to actually be read to be
As for Sladek, that's one writer due for a major rediscovery. He was funny, talented, incisive, a tad melancholy, and more than a tad spot-on.
Hey, Kids: My copy of this book is up for grabs! If you are interested, just e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your snail mail address. Be sure to reference your e-mail as Arachne; otherwise it may be deleted without being opened due to the fact that I hate Spam. The first to reply gets the book.
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
"The Reprisal" by H(arry) W(hitney) McVickar (first published in Harper's New Monthly Magazine #582, November 1898; reprinted in Shapes That Haunt the Dark, edited by William Dean Howells & Henry M. Allen, 1907)
We open on St. Patrick's Day in London. Jack Mordaunt, an American lawyer, is sitting on the steps leading from the terrace to the road, opposite a well-known hotel. He had been sitting there for hours, not moving. For the past fifteen minutes or so, a horse-drawn trap had been moving back and forth in front of the hotel. Jack still staring ahead, wondered for whom the trap was sent; most likely it was a woman, for the groom had been kept waiting. Then a well-dressed young woman came from the hotel, stopped to give the horse some sugar, then was assisted onto the trap, where she took the reins and drove away. From where he sat he couldn't be sure, but he thought the woman might be very attractive. Just then a friend approached him and Jack asked if he knew who the woman was, She was "Miss Violet Easton, of Washington; very fond of horses; keeps a lot of hunters; rich as mud." Jack's friend promised him an introduction. The Jack continued to sit and stare, unmoving, for another hour.
Three weeks later, Jack and Miss Easton were good friends and Jack had ridden her horse to the hunt three times a week. Local gossips began to couple their names. Shortly before one hunt, Jack received a letter. He read it for the third time as Miss Eaton entered. The letter he told her, contined distressing news: he must return to New York the next day and would not be returning to Englnd. The woman was visibly shaken and her feeling for Jack -- previously somewhat hidden -- were now obvious, as were Jack's feeling for her. They still had that one day's hunt before Jack had to depart.
Coming back from the hunt, the two lagged behind until the other members of the party were out of sight. For the first time, Jack called Miss Eaton Violet as he drew her to him and kissed her. Startled, pleased, and upset, she drew away from him. She told him he hwas the first man ever to kiss her, and declared, "You belong to me, still knowing they must part."
He left the next morning.
A month went by. Then she received a letter from Jack. She had previously told him when she expected to next in New York. He wrote on behalf of himself and his wife, to invite her dine at their home when she reached New York. Yep. The cad was married! Even though Jack had real feelings for Violet, he convinced hinself that his time with her was just a passing flirtation, meaning nothing. The cad! (Oh. I think I called him that already.) Violet wrote back saying that her plans had changed and she would be visiting New York after all.
More time passed. Neither one heard from the other. Then, on St. Patrick's Day, exactly one year after Jack had first seen Violet. She called at his office. It was late and the office staff had gone home. Jack himself was remembering this anniversary and was loathe to go home to his wife yet. Violet was paler than when he had last seen her and made no comments of their feelings for each other. She said tht she needed to make her will and would like to do it immediately. She would dictate it to him and he could put it in proper legal form and she would sign it that night. And it as done. Jack gathered the building janitor and his wife to witness the document. Violet asked that Jack keep the will in his office for the time being and left. He never saw her again.
The next morning Jack felt a little ill, then wife wife pointed out a brief notice in thhat mornin's newspaper. Miss Violet Easton of Washington, had died the day before, on March 17, at her father's home. The cause of death was diphtheria. She was twenty-three.
Jack knew this was impossible, for he had been with her that night. He rushed to his office and pulled out her will. There, in bold strokes, was her signature. But the building porter insisted that he had let no one in the building, and certainly not a young lady. He questioned the janitor and his wife and they confirmed the witness signatures were theirs, but there was no young lady present. They signed simply because Jack asked them to. Feeling ill, Jack asked for a cab to sent him home.
Four days later, he was dead. Of malignant diphtheria, the doctor said.
A neat little story. I don't think there is any moral to it except it may not be wise to toy with a woman's affections if you are already sworn to another. But we all knew that already, right?
Harry W. McVickar (1860-1905) was a prominent American illustrator and (later) real estate investor. He was a member of New York society -- one of The Four Hundred -- during the Gilded Age. His paternal grandfather was twice acting president of Columbia University, a close friend of Washington Irving and John Jay, and was the founder of Bard College. Much of Harry McVickars artwork appeared in Life and Harper's Bazarr, and he considered one of the founder's of Vogue. He also did the interior illustrations for book, such as James's Daisy Miller and Kendrick Bangs's Mr. Bonaparte of Corsica. He made enough money from his artwork to set himself up in the real estate business; through a series of mergers, be became the First Vice President of the Empire Trust Company, taking full charge of the firm's real estate business. He died at the early age of 44 from pleurisy (which he had caught six weeks earlier while "automobiling in Europe") at his father-in-law's estate, Asher House in Southhampton, New York. As far as I can tell, McVickar published only one story -- "The Reprisal," for which he did the original illustrations.
Shapes That Haunt the Dark, a collection of stories from Harper's, is available to read on-line.
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Openers: The room around them was big and solid and familiar. It had a hardwood maple floor, brightened considerably by several genuine antique Navajo rugs in patterns of warm reds, blacks, and grays. It had soft pine walls,, with the knots showing. There were five good paintings, four of these modern and one a Gauguin almost two centuries old. The chairs were comfortable, the one desk substantial.
Wade Dryden leaned forward in his chair. His first reaction was one of incredulity, but already the back of his mind was grateful for the no-nonsense style of the room. It gave him something to hang onto, and he had a feeling he was going to need it.
"They found what?" he asked. knowing well enough that he had heard it correctly the first time.
"Horses," Heinrich Chamisso repeated.
-- "A Star Above It" by Chad Oliver (first published in Oliver's collection Another Kind, 1955)
Horses had been found in 1445 in Central Mexico in Aztec territory. Horses had once lived in the new world but the had died out in the Pleistoscene era and would not be introduced again until 1520 when Cortez first brought them to Mexico. So what are horses doing there some 75 years early? That's the question facing the Time Security Commission, the organization responsible for controlling the time stream in 2080.
The fact that there were horses at that place and at that time threatened the entire future world. With horses, the Aztecs could have defeated Cortez, the Indian kingdom could flourish and expand, tking over the entire continent. They would have been strong enough to defeat the European forces. The United States could never have existed. The world as it had been known would be erased as if it had never existed.
Time travel was a tricky business and time travelers must blend in smoothly with the native population. Time Security could not afford to send in a team to correct the problem. The more people sent back, the greater the chance of being discovered. One man had to go back in time and the man chosen was Wade Dryden,
The horses -- there were about fifty of them -- were brought to 1445 by Daniel Hughes, a respected historian who had been thoroughly vetted before being allowed to travel to the past. Where he had gotten the horses was a mystery. What his purpose for doing that was unknown. These early horses could change the flow of history and erase the present. Dryden had to remove traces of the horses from the historical record, and, most likely, kill Hughes.
Oliver combines science fiction with history and anthropology for this novelette, something he had done before. Oliver was probably the premiere writer of anthropological science fiction. Oliver himself was a respected anthropolist and educator.
Symmes Chadwick Oliver (1928-1933) was born in Ohio, moving later to Texas. When he was fourteen he began writing fan letters to various science fiction magazine; about 75 of them were printed in the letter columns of such magazines as Astounding Science Fiction, Captain Future, Famous Fantastic Mysteries, Fantasic Adventures, Planet Stories, Startling Stories, Super Science Stories, and Thrilling Wonder Stories. These letters were glowingly positive, written with youthful enthusiam, and some of the early ones wwere signed "Chad Oliver, the Loony Lad of Ledgewood. " Oliver developed rheumatic fever and his family moved to Texas, where the 90-pound weaking became active in sports, grew sronger, and became "The Mountain That Walks." Oliver and another Texas fan put out a fanzine, The Moon Puddle.
Oliver received his Bachelor's and Master's degrees at the University of Texas. He traveled to Los Angeles for his doctorate in Anthropology from UCLA. His doctoral dissertation was titled "Ecology and Cultural Continuity as Contributing Factors in the Social Organization of the Plains Indians." Oliver had long had an interest in North American Indians, something that shows up repeatedly in his short tories and in his later novels. While in Los Angeles, he fell in with a talented crowd of writers, including Charles Beaumont, William F. Nolan, Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson, Frank Robinson, and John Tomelin. Doctorate in hand, Oliver returned to Texas to begin teaching at the University of Texas, Austin. He spent two years in Kenya researching the culture and ecology of two Kamba tribes. When writing his novel The Wolf Is My Brother he found that his Indian characters "sounded more like the Kambas than the American aboriginals."
Oliver was friendly, outgoing, and genuinely interested in this students. His course were among the most popular at UT -- in one course in particular, he imitated the warning calls of the higher primates to the deight of his students.
He bcame Chairman of the Department of Anthropology at UT. His science fiction novels (Shadows in the Sun, The Winds of Time, Unearthly Neighbors, and Giants in the Dust, among them) are considered classics. His western novel The Wolf is My Brother won the Golden Spur Award from the Western Writers of America. His novel Broken Eagle won the Western Heritage Award of the National Cowboy and Western Hertiage Museum. He also won several awards for his undergraduate teaching.
Chad Oliver, though best recognized for mixing anthropology with his fiction, was far more than that. As Howard Waldrop explained, "Many of his stories concern the relations of men and women, men and men, men and aliens, and the continuation of traditions, whether of the small tribe or the local star system." Oliver's stories are often told with warmth and love for the land and its people. His detailed sense of history and anthropology are welcome bonuses.
To read Chad Oliver should be considered de riguer for any science fiction or western fan.
- Megan Abbott, The Turnout. Mystery/Suspense novel. "With their long necks and matching buns and pink tights, Dara and Marie Durant have been dancers since they could remember. Growing up, they were homeschooled and trained by their glamorous mother, founder of the Durant School of Dance. After their parents' death in a tragic accident nearly a dozen years ago, the sisters began running the school together, along with Charlie, Dara's husband and once their mother's prized student. Marie, warm and soft, teaches the younger students; Dara, with her precision, trains the older ones; and Charlie, sidelined from dancing after years of injuries, rules over the back office. Circling around one another, the three have perfected a dance, six days a week, that keeps the studio thriving. But when a suspicious accident occurs, just at the onset of the school's annual performance of The Nutracker -- a season of competition, anxiety, and exhilaration -- an interloper arrives and threatens the sisters' delicate balance. Taut and unnerving, The Turnout is Megan Abbott at the height of her game. With uncanny insight and hypnotic writing, it is a sharp and strange dissection of family ties and sexuality, feminity and power, and a tale that is both alarming and irresistable." Megan Abbott is an award-winning and best-selling author. "There is not a writer alive who is better investigating the tension and threat of violence at the center of women's lives than Megan Abbott." -- Attica Locke (Megan is also the daughter of our talented friend Patti Abbott. The apple did not fall far from the tree.)
- Michael Crichton, Travels. Non-fiction. "Fueled by a powerful curiosity and the need to see, feel, and hear firsthand and close-up, Michael Crichton experienced adventures as compelling as those he created in his books and films. When Crichton -- a Harvard-trained physician, bestselling novelist, and successful movie director -- began to feel isolated in his own life, he decided to widen his horizons. He tracked wild animals in the jungles of Rwanda. He climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro and Mayan pyramids. He trekked across a landslide in Pakistan. He swam amid sharks in Tahiti. This is a record of those travels -- an exhilarating quest across the familiat and exotic frontiers of the outer world, a determined odyssey into the unfathomable, spiritual depths of the inner world. It is an adventure of risk and rejuvenation, terror and wonder, as exciting as Michael Crichton's many masterful and widely heralded works of fiction." I've always found Crichton to be either very readable orvery apt to make me toss a book against a wall in disgust. He could also be very much full of himself. I do not have high hopes for this book, but I hope I am proven wrong.
- Elizabeth Thomas, Catherine House. A modern Gothic. "Catherine House is a school of higher learning like no other. Hidden deep in the woods of rural Pennsylvania, this crucible of reformist liberal arts study has produced some of the world's best minds: arists and inventors, prize-winning scientists, Supreme Court justices, presidents. For those lucky selected, tuition, room, and board are free. But acceptance comes with a price. Student are required to give Catherine House three years -- summers included -- completely removed from the outside world. Family, friends, television. music, even their personal clothing must be left behind. In return the school promise its graduates a future of sublime power, and that they can become anything or anyone they desire. Among this year's incoming class is Ines, who expects to trade her blurry teenage nights of parties, pills, cruel friends, and dangerous men for rigorous intellectual discipline -- only to discover an environment of sanctioned revelry. Even the school's enigmatic director, Viktoria, encourages the students to explore their minds and bodies, to find themselves and their place behind the formidable gates of Catherine. For Ines, the house is the closest thing to a home she's ever had. But its strange protocols soon make this refuge with its worn velvet and weathered leather, feel increasingly like a lavish prison. And when tragedy strikes, Ines begins to suspect that the school -- in all its shabby splendor, hallowed history, advanced theories, and controlled decadence -- might be hiding a dangerous agenda within the secretive, tightly knit group of students studying its most promising and mysterious curriculum." This novel has garnered some great reviews. And since Kitty's given name is Catherine, this one was a must-have.
- Acardie d'Eingron, a Russian baron and officer, 1904-06. The marriage was dissolved. Walska has been described as the child victim of an unhappy marriage.
- Dr. Joseph Fraenkel, a New York endrocrinologist. They married in in 1916 and he died in 1920. Walska had come to America with just a bandbox and a letter of introduction from Anna Held to Diamonod Jim Brady. Eventually she met and married Fraenkel, who left her a healthy sum (about $4.2 million in today's dollars) when he died.
- Alexander Smith Cochran. a multimillionaire carpet tycoon, who married Walska just five months after Fraenkel's death. He was worth about $1.16 billion in today's money. They divorced in 1922. While married to Cochran she purchased the Theatre de Champs-Elysees in Paris with her own money, vowing never to appear there until she had "gained recognition based solely on my merits as an artist."
- Harold Fowler McCormack, the heir to the International Harvester company. McCormack was married to the daughter of John D. Rockefeller and took on Walska as his "protege." McCormack strongly supported Walska in her operatic career and lobbied for her to be cast in the title role in the Chicago Opera's presentation of Ruggaro Leoncavallo's Zaza. It was while they were on an ocean liner traveling to Europe for rehearsal that Walska met Cochran, who was a fellow passenger. Walska's performance in Zaza was not a stunning success. The first conductor quit after vainly trying to convince Walska to "sing out;" the second conductor had to silence his orchestra after Walska complained that they were drowning out her voice. Walska then had a meltdown and after denouncing everybody she went back to Paris and annnounced she wished to divorce Cochran. At the time she was staying in McCormack's hotel, setting tounges a-wagging. McCormack had by then been separated from his wife for eight years and she was now running a psychiatric hospital in Switzerland, Walska divorced Cochran in the spring and married McCormack in the summer of 1922. McCormack was married to Walska from 1922 until their divorce in 1931. McCornmack heavily promoted his wife's singing career, but the reviews remained terrible. Her voise was "thin, sharp, wiry, metallic...She is unskilled and insensative in the arts and means of song -- line, phrase, modulation, transition, climax. With pace and rhythm she exhibits neither intelligence intuition nor the fruits of study." In 1926, Walska purchased a Fabrege egg that later belonged to Malcolm Forbes.
- Harry Grindell Matthews, the English inventor of a "death ray," which he was never able to show a functioning model or display to the military. (Others who have claimed to have invented a death ray included Marconi and Tesla.) Matthews had also claimed to have invented the first talking motion picture. He married Walska in 1938, who by then was also a perfumer and feminist with a worth of over $125,000,000. Matthews died of a heart attack in 1941.
- Walska's final husband was Theos Bernard, a student of yoga and Tibetian Buddhism. They married in 1942. At his urging she bought the 32-acre "Cuesta Linda" estate in Montecito, California, renaming it "Tibetland" in hopes to have Tibetian monks come and stay. Since this was during World War II, that dream was impossible. When they divorced in 1946, Walska renamed it "Lotusland," and turned it into a world famous botanical garden.
- Florida Man Kevin Stough, Jr., was finally arrested 25 years after the fact for the murder of Terence Pacquette. Pacquette's body had been found in a bathroom of an Orange County convenience store in February of 1996. He had been stabbed more than 70 times and his throat had been slit. A blood sample from an unknown man had been discovered at the scene. The casre languished for years and was reopened in 2019; earlier this year, the DNA from the blood sample had been sent to a geneology database. A hit came back: the suspect was a relative of someone listed in the database. A bit of investigation showed the brother of the man flagged has lived next door to Pacquette. Police needed further proof so they followed Stough. When he tossed a beer can into a dumpster, police retrieved the discarded can from the dumpster. The DNA on the can matched the blood sample. The moral of this story is if you are a Florida Man murderer, don't drink beer. Yeah, like that would ever happen.
- Florida Man and veterinarian Preston Madden was sentenced to 22 years in prison for sexually abusing dogs. Yech! I won't go into details but this jamook gives Florida Men a bad name.
- Florida Man Michael Despres confessed to killing his fiancee at his home, then driving her body in a truck to a Walmart parking lot to "stage" the body. It's Florida Men like Despres who give the People at Walmart a bad name.
- Some become Florida Men just because they are unlucky. Such was an unnamed 25-year-old Florida Man who was crossing a street via a crosswalk when he was hit by a car. (Cars are supposed to stop when someone is using a crosswalk, not after they hit them whille crossing the sidewalk.) Then he was run over by a school bus. The man was taken to the hospital, suffering serious injuries. The students were transferred to another bus and brought safely to school. It is rumored that some of the students thought the incident was "cool."
- Cory H. fell down a mountain and reacted by giving her leggings a five-star review on Amazon https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/woman-falls-down-mountain-writes-hilarious-review-for-leggings-giving-them-5-stars/
- Firefighter calms a little girl after a car crash by reading her ahttps://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/after-senior-had-no-candy-for-trick-or-treaters-the-kids-returned-with-gifts-for-her/ book https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/montana-firefighter-reads-book-to-little-girl-after-accident/
- Sikh men create a lifeline with their turbans to rescue a stranded hiker https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/sikh-men-created-a-lifeline-using-turbans-to-hikers-canada/
- HPV vaccine reduced cervical cancer rates in women by 87% https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/hpv-vaccine-reduced-cervical-cancer-rates-by-87-in-women/
- Here's a viral and brilliant band-aid lesson that teaches kids about fairness https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/teacher-goes-viral-for-sharing-brilliant-band-aid-lesson-that-teaches-children-about-fairness/
- After a seni0r had no candy for trick-or-treaters, the kids returned with gifts for her https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/after-senior-had-no-candy-for-trick-or-treaters-the-kids-returned-with-gifts-for-her/
Saturday, November 13, 2021
Mansion of Evil by Joseph Millard (1950)
As an experiment, Gold Medal Books published a comic book/graphic novel called Mansion of Evil in 1950. It was written by Joseph Millard (1908-1989), a paperback and pulp writer whose works were usually routine. Erroneously claimed to be the first graphic novel, Mansion of Evil was released in the normal paperback format (Gold Medal #129) and printed in full color. The cover shows a man with slicked back hair, an evil mustache, and arcching eybrows, along with a blonde in a low-cut see-through negligee and a slightly less see-through nightgown. She's holding a lamd with a wide solid base. Lying below her is an unconscious (?) dead(?) with a blue outfit and clunky, obviously high fashion, shoes. In the background is an old mansion with two long towers being approached at night by a long, black car. Emblazoned along the cover art is a banner proclaiming, "SOMETHING NEW! A COMPLETE NOVEL IN WORDS AND PICTURES, A THRILL ON EVERY PAGE" (someone didn't bother to punctuate the last sentence).
Although the book was a flop and Gold Medal did not rpet the format, Mansion of Evil has become a collector's prize. AbeBooks currently lists only four available copies, with prices ranging from $150 to $300, plus shipping.
The plot, such as it is, concerns an artist who kidnaps a young woman who looks like his wife -- a woman the artist had accidentally killed. The prose is passable, notwithstanding the overuse of coincidence, slang, and anachronisms. The unsigned artwork appears to be by George Evans. Evans was respected in the field and had a long list of credits from Fawcett, EC, Atlas, Classics Illustrated, DC, Marvel, and The National Lampoon. He ghosted the comic strip Terry and the Pirates and took over the final years of Secret Agent Corrigan (originally X-9). Classically trained, Evans was noted for his aviation art.
Millard was a journeyman writer and retired educator who published a number of tie-in novels, including sevven of the eight Clint Eastwood/"The Man with No Name" westerns, Cahill: US Marshal, Thunderbolt and Lightfoot, and a Hec Ramsey novelization. His one science fiction novel, the routine The Gods Hate Kansas was badly filmed as They Came from Beyond Space in 1967. He also wrote the quicky paperback biographies The Wickedest Man: The Extraordinary Story of the "Gentleman from Hell" and Edgar Cayce: Mystery Man of Miracles.
Let go of yur critical sensibilities and enjoy the 195 pages of trashy thrills in Mansion of Evil.
Thursday, November 11, 2021
The Saint's Choice of Hollywood Crime, edited by Leslie Charteris (1946)
This is the sixth (of seven) volume in "The Saint's Choice..." published by Saint Enterprises under the Bonded/Chartered/Charteris imprint. Each was a thin digest-sized paperback. Each had a story by Charteris; the third in the series, The Saint's Choice of True Crime, included a non-fiction article by Charteris which I believe has never been reprinted. And, as far as I know, none of the volumes were ever reprinted. A complete of the seven will set you back over $200.
There is a question whether Charteris actually edited these books. At one time there was a rumor that Theodore Sturgeon edited the fifth volume, The Saint's Choice of Impossible Crime, but that has been debunked; the true editor perhaps being Oscar J. Friend. Who knows?
Hollywood Crimes packs five short stories in its 128 pages:
- Anthony Boucher, "Mystery for Christmas" (from Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, January 1943) A Hollywood jewel theft is solved by Metropolitan Pictures writer Mr. Quilter -- with the halp of a rather famous mouse.
- Frank Gruber, "Funny Man" (from Black Mask, May 1939) Oliver Quade, "The Human Encyclopedia" and his pal Charlie Boston have hit hard times, as usual. While pitching his talent on a Hollywood sidewalk, he is overheard by a movie producer and is summoned to his office. It turns out that Quade's voice is perfect for the of Desmond Dogg, the animateed cartoon character. The regular voice talent is sick with the flu and the feature must be finished within a few days. Soon there is blackmail and a murder and Quade, who always manages to end up in these situations, must solve the crime.
- Robert Leslie Bellem, "The Phantom Bullet" (from Hollywood Detective, December 1945, as "The Case of the Phantom Bullet") Dan Turner, Bellem's most popular creation, originated in the lurid pages of Spicy Detective, Movie stuntmaan /Ben McBride has fallen afoul of director Sammy Krakowski ("a dyspeptic little sourball") who pines for a toothsome actress who has opted for McBride over Krakowski. Krakowski insists that McBride reshoot dangerous stunts. The stuntman is killed when a prop gun was loaded with real bullets. (Sounds sadly familiar.) There is a problem: the bullet that killed McBride has disappeared. Dan Turner happened to be on the set and sets about to solve the crime, with his usual tortured pulp P.I. jargon and his basically indestructable hard head.
- Steve Fisher, "I Want To Be Like Gable" (from Detective Fiction Weekly, November 26, 1938) Todd and Mabel both had big dreams for Hollywood, but a studio big-wig named Walter Linstrom has blackballed. Linstrom also forces Mabel onto the casting couch. Then Linstrom is killed and Todd is on the run, his one ambition is not to ruin Mabel's chances in Hollywood. It ends badly.
- Leslie Charteris, "The Saint in Hollywood" (from The American Magazine, October 1936: has also appeared as "The Wicked Cousin") In his introduction to this story Charteris casts a bas canard: that he wrote the story sometime in 1941, according to his records; the book also lists the story's first appearance to be in the 1942 collection The Saint Goes West. I'm not sure why he did that. This is the longest story in the book, taaking up well over a third of the volume. An up and coming Hollywood producer was the hire the 'Robin Hood of Crime" to portry himself in a film. Producers of course have no scruples and they usually end up dead in detective stories. Byron Ufferlitz was no exception. The Saint has to solve the crime and avpid arrest himself. Can he do it? Oh, you know he can.
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
"Three Heavy Husbands" by James Stephens (from his collection Here Are Ladies, 1913; no previous publication known)
Not a traditional story but a triptych of three character sketches of the Irish war of the sexes. Each of the three husbands come off poorly and their wives little better. It is difficult to decide where the author's sympathies lie. At least half the stories in Here Are Ladies appear to use this triptych device, including "Three Lovers Who Lost," "Three Angry People," "Three Happy Places," Three Young Wives," and "Three Women Who Wept."
None of the characters in 'Three Heavy Husbands" are named -- a tact Stephens often used in his short stories, leaving each to represent certain types.
In the first sketch the husband is a stockbroker. rich enough to "regard the future with calmness and his fellow-creatures with condescension -- perhaps the happiest state to which a certain humanity can attain." He is a grubbing, demanding, possessive fellow: a narcissist who must own and control everything he sees. If he has only partial control of something, he does not want. One of his prize possession is his wife on whom he showered expensive gifts but no consideration. To him, she was a piece of property, something that he had won but not wooed. As time went by this was something she could feel in her body if not her mind. Delighted when other men approved of his taste in a wife, he could not stand if she gave any sign of admiration to outsiders. His wife was his and his alone. The stockbroker had a young clerk, an angry young man with an equal amount of hates and ambitions. He could "talk like a cascade for ten minutes and be silent for a month." When his employer was laid ill with influenza, the clerk moved into the house to attend to business needs. The clerk and the wife were attracted to each other. After he had recovered, the stock broker went back to his office and found that one of his clerks had not arrived. When he went home at the end of the day, his wife was not there. "So it goes."
The next section may or may not involve the clerk and the stockbroker's wife. Stephens does not make that point clear, nor does he need to. The husband is the silent type, adverse to conversation. The wife is a talker. Never having had much to do the opposite sex, the husband just does not know how to handle this aspect of his marriage. Where men may have long bouts of silence when they are together, this apparently not the case with women. In all other things his wife was a delight. But she talked. And talked. Not only that, she expected him to also talk and not just listen. The cacophony of noise was driving him mad. He often thought to ask her for the marriage be dissolved, but every time he wanted to broach the subject she would loose "a torrent of irrelevancies which would swirl him from all anchorage, and left him at the last stranded so distantly from his thought that he did not know how to find his way back to it." His male acquaintances were no help; their various advices were essentially ignore it or just live with it. When he tried to attempt a conversation, he resorted to talking about things around him at the time. "The window is square, it is made of glass" or "The roof of this carriage is flat, it is made of wood," And she laughed.
Married only six months, the third husband is easily irritated by his wife. To him she was insufferably changeable: flighty one day and deep the next. If it was as if she deliberately was trying to make a fool of him. He had confronted her several times about this attitude, speaking loudly while wagging his finger; each time he had expected then to walk away calmly, his point being made, and each he couldn't because she had burst into tears. She had been reluctant to get married because marriage was forever. She was the type whose vagaries included "side-streets, short cuts, and chance acquaintances." It was hard to keep up with her. And now she was late. She should have been home long before and he was fuming at her inconsideration. She had wanted to visit a friend; he wanted her to stay home. She went anyway, despite his warning that if she went out now she need not come back. The longer he waited, the angrier at he inconsideration he got. It was now midnight and no sign of her. Midnight outside to the house was "an immoral hour." She had been gone for five hours. Finally saying, "Let her go to Jericho," he went to bed, undressing in the dark. Climbing into bed, her found his wife there, sleeping. Had he wronged her? Or had she gone out the front door and immediately snuck in the back to toy with him? He may never know.
Each of the three husbands was "heavy" -- laden with their own personal faults. Were the wives any better? Greed, callousness, trickery...all were part of their characters. I literally have no idea what to make of this story.
James Stephens (1882?-1950) was an Irish poet, novelist, and Nationalist, perhaps best known for his classic fantasy novel The Crock of Gold and for his retelling of Irish myths in Irish Fairy Tales. He had a singular talent for combining humor and lyricism in his work. He stood only 4' 10" and was sometimes called "Tiny Tim." He was very athletic as a boy and would have joined the military except for his height. Instead he graduated as a solicitor's clerk. As a poet he was mentored by AE (George William Russell), the well-known poet and painter. He published his first book of poems in 1909. A few year later, his support for the Irish cause netted him a job as registrar in the National Gallery of Ireland, where he stayed for eleven years, after which he travelled between Dublin, London, and Paris, meeting an befriending James Joyce. Stephens claimed that he shared a birthday with Joyce, February 2, 1882, and this helped form a bond between the two. In reality he was most likely born on February 9, 1880. Because little of his early life was known, the question of his birthdate remains open. Joyce was concerned that e would never be about to finish Finnegan's Wake, and proposed that Stephens do it for him. It would be published as by "JJ&S," for "James Joyce and Stephens" but also being a reference to Jamieson Irish whiskey, which was produced by John Jamieson & Sons. The collaboration never came about and Joyce finished the work on his own.
Here Are Ladies, as with most of Stephens's work, is available to read on the internet.