A New Year Hymn.
A New Year Hymn.
All in color for a dime? No way. Jose! Nor when you can get Bulletman, Warlock the White Wizard, The Jungle Twins, Cap't Venture, and The Red Gaucho all in one issue for a measly nickle! (Of course, the page count -- 36 pages -- is small for a comic of that time, but Nickle Comics came out every other Friday so you're basically spending a dime a month for amounts to a 72-page comic -- with a bit extra at the end of the year.
Jim Barr, who invented a serum that makes him the most powerful man on Earth -- Bulletman, modern Robin Hood of Crime -- is headed to Police Sergeant Kent's office to protest being told he must take a vacation when he learns that Tim Hanigan, a veteran cop, has been shot in the back.by a gang calling themselves the Blue Devils. To Jim, this looks like something that could be handled by his alter ego, so he quietly goes on vacation, intending to track the gang of killers. He heads to Eagle Valley, where hanigan had been murdered and finds a small town enveloped in fear. The Blue Devils are led by a mysterious hooded man called Lucifer. As Bulltetman, Jim allows himself to be captured by the Blue Devils before opening up a can whupass on them, rescuing the pretty editor of the local newpaper, and exposing the identity of the evil mastermind Lucifer. It's just all in a day's work for Bulletman.
Warlock's talking raven Hugin informs him that there is something wrong at Geyser National Park. He investigates and gets the attention of a local gang and their leader "Killer" Staley. While searching for a kidnapped girl, Wrlock is captured and left to die as a steamoing hot geyser is about to popur over him. Luckily (?) Warlock has his magic wand which is capped by a golden hand; the hand snuffs out the geyser and knocks out the ruffians. With the nhelp of Hugin asnd the golden hnd, Warlock manages to escape death several times and bring an end to Killer Staley's plot to kinap wealthy tourists. Through the entire adventure Warlock has not used his weird lamp of the gods. Perhaps next time. I notice that every character in this story is drawn with a distinctly narrow face, a la el Greco, but I doubt if the artist was actually el Greco.
Bill Dale has brought his long-lost twin Steve, who had become a Jungle King in Africa, back to New York with him. They are followed by the evil Sneed, who wants the valuable ruby the Steve possesses. Sneed releases a bunch of man-eating junsle cats from a circur in an attyempt to get the ruby, but Steve belows out a command using the ancient elephant call. The cirucs elephants come to the rescue. Sneed is jailed and Steve and his pygmy servant Dagoo decide to head back to Africa but their boat sinks in a tropical hurricane and they are rescued by Simlo Smith, a madman who fancies himself a Roman emperor. Bill and Steve rescue Dagoo from a giant man-eating plant only to be thrown into an arena where the defenseless trio have to fight four armed warriors. Escaping from the arean they are chased to a pool filled with hungray sharks. It's constantly out of the frying pan and into the fire for Bill, Steve, and Dagoo. Will they be able to survive in the next episode?
Cap't Venture and the Planet Princess Zyra of Saturn go flitting aound from planet to planet "Exploring the mysterious deoths of the universe." They land on the planet of Camur and encountered a recently escaped slave of the Valhoes. (In this universe, everybody speaks English.) They then run across a saddled pterosaurus being ridden by one of the dreaded Valhoes. the trio are captured and Venture and the Camurian are sent to the mines, while the evil Valho takes a fancy to the pretty Zyra. Can this mean a fate worse than death for the foxy Zyra? Not so, because Venture leads the Camurians in a revolt and frees the planet. As with Bulletman *above) this was just all in a day's work. *The pterosaur looks as if it came directly from the pen of Basil Wolvereton.)
A presidential costume ball is to be held in Santa Palos and the president of the South American country will use the ball to hand over a signed treaty to be delivered to the Americans. Anti-American agents get wind of this and are determined to act. In the meantime, President Francia has issued an invitation to the ball to the Red Gaucho, who is eager to attend as he will be handed the treaty to give to the American ambassador. Two Spanish-Americans, Edvardo and Delores, are also attending the ball. Edvasrdo decided to go costumed as the Red Gaucho. You can see where this is going. Edvardo is captured by the spies. Delores falls for the Red Gaucho, thinking him Edvardo. The Red Gaucho uses his whip to settle the hash of the spies and all turns out well on the peace front.
A pretty dencent bargain for a nickle.
Enjoy: And have a great New Year!
Man Drowning by Henry Kuttner (1952)
Firstly, this may not be a Henry Kuttner novel. There are strong indicsations that it might have been ghost-written by Cleve Cartmill (1908-1964), who is mainly remembered as a science fiction and fantasy writer. Cartmill's most famous story, "Deadline" (Astounding Science Fiction, March 1944), gave a detailed description of the creation of a nuclear weapon similar to that the United States was creating with the Manhattan Project, and caused the FBI to raid the editorial offices of magazine editor John W. Campbell to investigate a possible breach of security. But Cartmill had extrapolated his story from scientific information readily available to the public -- the FBI ended uo with egg on its face and Campbell was able to later use the episode to promote the idea that science fiction could lead to science fact. Outside of the science fiction field, Cartmill ghost wrote mystery novels for Leigh Brackett, Gypsy Rose Lee, and George Sanders, as well as ghosting several Saint stories for Leslie Charteris. So it is certainly possible that Cartmill wrote Man Drowning. Kuttner may have been swamped by other obligations and handed over an outline or a synopsis to Cartmill.
Secondly, it is also entirely possible that the book is Kuttner's work, either by himself or with his wife, the talented Catherine L. Moore. Kuttner was an extremely talented author who could evoke many styles and moods -- a trait shared by his wife and frequent collaborator. The fact that much of their work was hastily written and floridly pulpish cannot detract from the magnificent talent both had.
Thirdly, in an alternate universe, Man Drowning, could easily have been written by Jim Thompson. Or perhaps, James M. Cain. It's that good and that claustrophobic.
The protagonist is Nick Banning, a man who walked out of the Arizona desert to the isolated home of Count Leopold De Anza and his wife, both of whom had settled there a few years before from Spain, their past life being wrapped in mystery. De Anza and his wife are surrealism personified: she, appearing with a live king snake around her neck, had been institutionalized in a mental facilty in Spain years before for rasons we are never given; he, slathered with ointment to make his face wrinkle-free and wearing makeup to give him the appearance of youth, would suddenly spent months at a time in bed, playing the invalid. Their live-in help consists of a Mexican couple -- the husband outgoing and incompetent, the wife, efficient and self-contained. The De Anzas have also had a rotating roster of assistants, each leaving after a few months for no discernable reason. Banning, who appeared on their doorstep with only his torn and filthy clothes, thirsty and hungry, is persuaded to become the couple's next assistant.
This suits Banning well because the desert house is only a few miles outside of Phoenix, where Banning's ex-wife Sherry lives. Banning is still very much in love with -- perhaps obsessed by is a better description -- with Sherry. The marriage failed because of Banning's fierce bouts of rage. When his anger boiled up (and it frequently did), he lashed out. Never at Sherry. Never. But at anyone else, as well as at inanimate objects. Sherry divorced him when she could not take living in fear any more. Now in Phoenix, she's working in a bar, trying to get enough money to restart her singing career in Chicago. Banning has avoided Sherry for the past year., but now he believess he has been able to control his anger and he wants another chance with Sherry. Although Sherry loves him, she cannot afford to get involved with Banning again.
And in the background is the Arizona desert. Hot, merciless, and wonderfully evoked. In one of the dryest places on earth, a man is still at risk of drowning -- drowning in his own emotions and failures. A drowning man can still try to reach for a lifeline. Banning's lifeline was Sherry, the woman he had to have, And obsession can lead to violence and brutal death...
A taut, psychological thriller with no happy ending, Man Drowning is a powerul read that deserves to be far better known.
No matter who wrote it.
Speed Gibson of the International Secret Police was a syndicated juvenile adventure radio series that ran for 178 episodes from January 1, 1937 to May 25, 1940. The series was created and written by Viginia Cooke. Each weekly episode ran about fifteen minutes. The complete series was divided into two arcs. The first 100 episodes, "The Menace of the Octopus," dealt with Speed and his alies facinfg the world's most dangerous criminal, The final 73 episodes, entitled "Speed Gibson and the Atlantian Syndicate," follows Speed through Africa as he continues his quest to defeat the Octopus.
Speed is a fifteen year-year-old pilot -- "a typical American boyinterested in short wave radio, aviation, and most of all -- The International Secret Police." Speed's uncle Clint Barlow is an operator for the International Secret Police; Cint's right-hand man is Barney Dunlap. In the very first episode, Cl;iont and Barney are called to headquarters to be briefed on the activites of thye Octopus. While they were at the meeting, an agent of the Operator attempted go through Cliont's papers in his room, only to be knocked unconscious by Speed with a model of the China Clipper he had been making. As episode 2 opens, Clint, Barney, and Speed are in the Chief's office with Speed's prisoner.
Let's see what happens in episode 2: "Speed is Inducted Into the Secret Service."
The records are sketchy, but it believed that Speed was played Elliott Lewis. Lewis was an actor, writer, directo,r and producer whose versatility earned him the nickname "Mr. Radio." He played many characters on Burns and Allen and on The Jack Benny Radio Show; he was Archie Goodwin to Francis X. Bushman's Nero Wolfe; played the title characters on The Adventures of Gregory Hood and Hawk Durango; was the announcer on Escape; and famously portrayed Frankie Remley on The Phil Harris-Alice Faye Show. Lewis acted briefly in films and on television but his work there concentrated mmainly on scripting, directing and producing. In the early Eighties, he wrote seven paperback detective novels about police officer turned private detective Fred Bennett -- one of which was nominated for a Shamus award.
Howard McNear (Doc Adams on radio's Gunsmoke and barber Floyd Watson on The Andy Griffith Show; his filme appearances included Bell, Book and Candle, Anatomy of a Murder, Heller in Pink Tights, and Blue Hawaii) was Clint Barlow. Barney Dunlap was portrayed by John Gibson (Casey, Crime Photographer, Terry and the Pirates, A Date with Judy); Barney would utter such popular catchphrases as "Suffering wangdoodles!" The Octopus was voiced by Gale Gordon (Here's Lucy, Our Miss Brooks, Dennis the Menace).
All 178 episodes of Speed Gibson of the International Secret Police are available online.
There's a well-dressed person on a bicycle next to a poorly-dressed person on a tricycle. What's the difference? Attire!
Florentine Dante" by Fergus Hume (from Hagar of the Pawn-shop. The Gypsy Detective, 1898; any earlier magazine publication unknown; reprinted in The Mammoth Book of Golden Age Detective Stories, edited by Marie Smith, 1994)
Let's first go back to 1887, a historic year for mystery fans. This was the year that saw publication of Arthur Conan Doyle's A Study in Scarlet, surely one of the most famous detective novels of all time. Yet sales of this Sherlockian masterpiece were weak. The best-selling mystery novel of that year, and, indeed, the best-selling mystery novel of the Victorian Era was The Mystery of a Hansom Cab by Fergus Hume, a first novel. Fergus who? Britisher Hume (1859-1932) began writiung plays, but his first play was actually stolen by an uinscrupulous character who staged it and presented it as his own. At the ytime Hume was reading and inmpressed by the detective novels of Emile Gaboriau and felt he could write a book of the same type. The result was Hansom Cab. Conan Doyue read that book and was inspired to write Study, which introduced the world to Sherlock Holmes. (Doyle once remarked, "Hansom Cab was a slight tale; sold many by 'puffing.' " Nonetheless Hume's book made a lot of money, while Doyle had to wait for Holme's popularity to catch up with him. (A similar case happened in the horror field. Bram Stoker's Dracula was published about the same time as Richard Marsh published The Beetle; Marsh's book was far more popular than Stoker's, a situation eventually corrected by the passage of time; few people read Richard Marsh today.) Hume went on to write over 130 novels -- most of them mysteries and thrillers -- and well as several short story collections. None achieved the overwhelming success of his first novel. As with Marsh, few people read Fergus Hume today.
One of Hume's short story collections was Hagar of the Pawn-shop. The Gypsy Detective, featuring an unusual sleuth. Hagar Stanley was a young woman, twenty years old, and a Gypsy, yet she was noted for "her strict sense of duty, her upright nature, and her determination to act honestly, even when her own interests were at stake." Mike Grost lists Hagar Stanley as a "suipernatural detrective," although there is no sign of this in "The Florentine Dante," her first of ten cases. I'll have to read further in the book to see if this holds true.
Jacob Dix owned a pawn-shop in Carby's Crescent, Lambeth. Dix is old, sick, miserly, and generally unlikable. His pure-bred Romany wife Hagar is dead, and their only son has cut off all ties with the man and his whereabouts are unknown, yet Dix is determined to leave his estate to his son Jimmy. Dix's only friend (if that words can apply) is the lawyer Vark, a man even more venal than the pawn-broker. Vark hopes to eventually gain Dix's wealth. Enter young Hagar Stanley, the hitherto unknown niece of Dix's dead wife. Hagar is one the run from a villain who would have forced her to marry him. Having learned of Dix and that he was old and not well, she has come to volunter to take care of the old man if he would shelter her and teach her his trade. A bargain was made and Dix soon came to cherish young Hagar and rely on her. Over the following year Vark fell in love with Hagar and asked her to marry him. He would, he vowed, convince Dix to alter his will in favor of Hagar and they could then enjoy nhis wealth. Hagar refused him, knowing him to be a scoundrel. Vark continued and tried to convince Dix that his estranged son was trying to kill him. Believing this, Dix was ready to give his estate top Hager, but she smelled a rat and convinced Dix that his son was innocent. Eventually Dix died, and Hagar took charge of the pawn-shop in the absence of the rightful heir, working solely for the benefit of Dix's missing son.
Now to "The Florentine Dante," which was been slightly abridged from the original book to present it as a stand-alone story in The Mammoth Book of Golden Age Detective Stories. Appearing at the pawn-shop is Eustace Lorn, a young man nin haggard condition with thread-bare attire. He wishes to pawn a rare book from the fourteenth century -- a second edition of Dante's La Divina Comedia, easily worth over a hundred pounds. Lorn does not want to sell the book; it is too precious to him, but he needs money. Pawning the book allows him to eventually get it back by paying off the loan plus six percent interest. Hagar haggles and the pair agree to a price of four pounds. Hagar retains the book and Lorn leaves with the pawn ticket.
A week l;ater, a man enters the shop with the pawn ticket and wants to redeem the book. The man is "short, stourt, elderly, and vulgar." Hagar takes an immediate dislike to him and suspects that he obtained the pawn ticket through less than proper means. She refuses to honor the ticket and said that Lorn himself must redeem it. The customer, named Jabez Treadle, threatened to go to the polcie and left in anger. After he left, Hagar sent a message to Lorn.
Lorn arrived and told Hagar the story about the book. It had been owned by his uncle, Benjamin Gurth, who had diede six months before. Gurth had come home ten years ago with a forune from the West Indies. Despite having the fortune, Gurth was a miser, hoarding his money and refusing to help his siter (Lorn's mother) who was very poor. When Gurth died, his only bequest to Lorn was the Florentine Dante; all his other property was taken by creditors. The book, however, was said to hold the secret to where Gurth had hidden his massive wealth, determined hy the old man's will to belong to whoever could find it. A thorough search of the book yielded no clues to the secret and Lorn felt defeated. Jabez Treadle, had spent years trying to befriend Gurth trying to befriend him and gain the secret to the treasure, lso to no avail. Gurth had asked Lorn for the book; if he were to find the secret within, he would share the wealth with Lorn, so Lorn had given him the pawn ticket. Hagar did not trust Treadle and promised to help Lorn. The two then examined the book carefully but could find no hint of a secret.
Then Hagar had the idea that the secret might have been written nin invisible ink -- a plot device that was rather unusual for the time. She devised a way to heat the pages of the book without destroying it by fire and Lo and Behold! she found a hidden message. The message however made no sense and it was up do Hagar to figure ut how to decode the message and retrieve the treasure. How she did it and what they found makes upo the rest of the story, which ends in a surprising twist.
Once we pass this story and the rest of Hagar's adventures, we can go to the epilog of the book to discover that Hagar and Lorn fall in love and marry, entering into a life of bliss and effectively ending Hagar's unofficial career as a detective. Can we expect anything different from a late-nineteenth century popular novel?
Hagar of the Pawn-shop. The Gypsy Detective is availble to read online. Judging from "The Florentine Dante," I'd say the book might be worth your time.
From December 21, 1950, episode 10 of television's first run (of four television series) of Ellery Queen mysteries, starring Richard Hart as Ellery, and featuring Sono Osato, Kurt Katch, Frank Tweddell, Raymond Bramley, and Don Kennedy. Rex Marshall was the announcer.
Ellery is returning to the city in his Kaiser (the program's sponsor was Kaiser-Frazier automobiles) when he stops at a small town carnival. Of course, there's a murder.
The Adventures of Ellery Queen ran for 50 episodes on the Dumont Network from October 14, 1950 to December 6, 1951, before moving to ABC for another 43 episodes (December 16, 1951 to November 26, 1952. Richard Hart, the origin al star, died suddenly of a heart atack in January 1951 and was replaced by Lee Bowman. Florentz Ames played Ellery's father, Inspector Richard Queen.
Produced by Irving and Norman Pincus, "The Hanging Acrobat" was directed by Donald Richardson from an adaptation by Gilbert Braun from an original story by "Ellery Queen" (Frederick Dannay and Manfred B. Lee). "The Adventure of the Hanging Acrobat" first appeared in the May 1934 edition of Mystery under the title of "The Girl on the Trapeze;" it was reprinted in the collection The Adventures of Ellery Queen the same year.
Time to match wits with Ellery!
[Santa came through with a new computer keyboard that actually has an "S" key and an "X" key that works! I'm back, baby!]
Openers: Kellogg has just climbed the ladder and entered the veranda of his corrugated-iron bungalow when he heard heavy steps approaching from behind. He shot the bolt on the mosquito-screen door, turned and waited. In Port Moresby at night it was well to be cautious of strangers.
A moment later a bulking figure strode out of the gloom and approached within speaking distance.
"Just a minute there. Are you Sam Kellogg? If you are, I'd like a word with you."
Kellogg reached into his pocket, pulled out a small flashlight and sent a white ray stabbing forward. His eyes narrowed as the light centered on the man before him. He was dressed in a dirty suit of white drill with a sun helmet pushed far back on his head. A long scar ran across one side of his brow, and the lower part of his face was dark with a week's beard.
Scratching a match. Kellogg lit the gasoline lamp suspended from the ceiling, then moved back and unlocked the door.
"Yes, I'm Kellogg," he said crisply. "Come in. What's on your mind?
The man stepped over the sill, extended his hand. "Heron's the name," he said. "Bill Heron. I got a proposition to make to you. You are a sea-faring man, aren't you?"
--"Black Passage" by Carl Jacobi (from Thrilling Adventures, May 1936; reprinted in Jacobi's collection East of Saraminda, 1989) Note that the first sentence jumps from the present tense to the past tense (where it remains for the rest of the story); this may have been due to hasty writing, hasty editing, or slip-shod proofing -- all of which was possible in the pulps.
The original magazine blurb: "Command of the 'Bamba Queen' Falls to Sam Kellogg, Stranded in Port Moresby -- and the Vessel Proves a Plague Ship, with Murder at the Helm!"
Kellogg had been the first officer of the Markella, which sank in the Papuan Gulf two months before. Now unemployed with little chance of finding work in Port Moresby, Heron's offer seemed provident. Heron has a ship with a full crew -- everything except a skipper. Kellogg, however, did not yet have his master's papers and told the stranger so. "Papers be hanged!" Heron said. The ship in question was the Bamba Queen, a two-thousand tonner under British registry that had been quarantined for bubonic plague and was not due to be fumigated for another few days. The skipper and his two white officers had snuck off the ship and were hiding out at a copper mine at Rona Falls, waiting for the ship to be declared safe. Heron proposed that he and Kellogg row out to the Bamba Queen, fill her with steam, and slip out to sea. The government would raise hell, of course, but that would blow over, and the ship's true captain wouldn't show back in Port Moresby for three weeks. In short, Heron wanted to steal the ship. It's cargo happened to be munitions -- rifles head to Rabaul in New Britain to put down an uprising there. Heron proposed to sell the rifles to natives at a very high price. He would split the profits with Kellogg, fifty-fifty.
Since this is a pulp story and Kellogg is the hero, he refuses to have anything to do with the plot and kicks Heron out. In dasdardly pulp fashion, Heron vows that Kellog will regret doing so.
You know what is going to happened next. Kellog is shanghaied and wakes up aboard the Bamba Queen, where he is forced to navigate a ship that had not been fumigated amd whose crew had been exposed to bubonic plague. To complicate matters, a large trove of stolen diamonds is discovered on board the vessel, further infecting the greed of Heron and his two cronies, Rigori and Lobeck. And then native crew decided to mutiny...
Carl Jacobi (1908-1997) was best known for his weird fiction. An editor and a journalist by profession, he wrote mostly for his own pleasure, penning well over 130 stories from 1928 until his death. His work was consistenly well-plotted, competent, and concise. A number of his tales have achieved semi-classic status within the horror/fantasy/weird genres. Five main collections of his work were published durinmg his lifetime, four of them of weird fiction: Revelations in Black (1947, abridged as The Tomb from Beyond, 1977), Portraits in Moonlight (1964), Disclosures in Scarlet (1972), and Smoke of the Snake (1994); twenty-one of his more than forty far-East adventure stories were included in East of Samirinda (1989). Although his tales of action-adventure in the far-East comprised nearly a third of his published work, Jacobi never travelled there and seldom left his native Minnesota. He relied on his fetile imagination and his extensive personal library of far-East hisoty and lore, including such titles as In Borneo Jungles, The Home-Life of Borneo Head-Hunters, Field Book of a Jungle Wallah, and Where Strange Trail Go Down, as well as extensive correspondence with commanding officers of the military outposts in Long Nawang and with the many companies and organizations doing buisness in the area. An interesting biography (probably the only one) of Jacobi's life is Lost in Rentharpian Hills: Spanning the Decades with Carl Jacobi (1985).
Two retrospective collections of Jacobi's best weird tales, both arranged by S. T. Joshi, are available: Mive and Others and Witches in the Cornfield (both 2021), as well as an e-book collection, The Tenth Golden Age of Science Fiction Megapack (2014). In addition, Centipede Press has issued the massive (900-page), expensive ($350) Masters of the Weird Tale: Carl Jacobi (2014). A paperback edition of East of Samarinda is currently available from abebooks for $9.45, plus shiupping.
The Hills Stand Watch by August Derleth (1960)
August Derleth, the Sage of Sauk City, was a one-man pubishing phenomenon. Novelist, journalist, biographer, essayist, historian, editor, educator, literary mentor, naturalist, and strong proponent of Wisconsin writers and writing. Today he most remembered for his advocacy of H. P. Lovecraft's writings (and it is a given that most people today would never had heard of HPL, to say nothing of Cthulhu, without the tireless efforts of Derleth), as well as the promulgation of the American weird tale through Derleth's publishing company, Arkham House, and through Derleth' own anthologies. Derleth is also remembered as the creator of Sherlock Holmes clone Solar Pons. a character who continues to live on through the writings of others. During his lifetime, Derleth was considered one of the most immportant of America's regional writers; that aspect of his career has been sadly -- and unjustly forgotten.
Derleth' major work was his Wisconsin saga, a broad and sweeping look at his beloved home state, its people, its history, and its character. As a subset to this, Derleth created his Sac Prairie Saga, with Sac Prairie serving as the fictional counterpart to his home village of Sauk City. The overall saga consisted of historical novels, short stories, poetry, journals, young adult novels, juvenile nonfiction, biographies, and history exploring his home state with a poet's eye. His novels covered parts of Wisonsin's history that may seem to hold little glThe Hill Stand Watchamor: the establishment of a banking system, the torturous political path from being a territory to becoming a state, the growth and death of the fur trade, the importance of lead mining, the establishment of a railroad, the treatment of Indians, the slow establishment of trade and business, as well as both the Catholic and Protestant religion, and the importance of German, Hungarian, and Cornish immigrants settling in the area.
The Hills Stands Watch takes place in the lead mining area around the small village of Mineral Point inn the 1840s. David Pengellen, co-owner of the local store, has just brought his new to this remote area from her native Providence. Candace Pengellen, used to a much more active social life, is having a hard time adjusting to what is basically a frontier life despite the best efforts of a few newly acquired friends, including Aunt Marget, the widowed woman who serves as housekeeper for several of the families in the village. The thick Cornish accent of many of the townspeople is difficult for Candace to understand and adds to her isolation. David himself, is a clear-headed young man whose opinions and tact make him very popular. He realize that Candace is having a difficult time adjusting. Lieutenant Nate Parr is a former militiaman who roams the territory with Soaring Hawk, a taciturn Winnebago scout. Parr has secret ambitions of gaining a political post after Wisconsin achieves statehood and has made numerous friends throughout the territory to help him reach that goal. The closest thing Parr has to a frined, putside of Soaring Hawk, is David Pengellen. When Parr meets Candace he is strongly attracted to her, a feeling he tries to hide because of his friendship with David. Tamson Bishop is Aunt Marget's orphaned niece from Cornwall. When we meet her she is just seventeen and is trying to rid herself of her thick accent. As she blossoms into womanhood before our eyes, we learn that she is wisely observant and, with the exception of Soaring Hawk, the most aware character in the novel. Tamson has a secret crush on David and will do nothing about it because of her friendship and respect for Candace. Candace's depression grows after she has a miscarriage and learns that she is no longer able to bear children. Also, circumstances back in Providence any possibility of Candace ever returning there, destroyinng a secret hope tht she has held onto since entering Wisconsin territory. Slowly, Candace finds herself drawn to Parr, just as David finds himself drawn to young Tamson. The scene is set for tragedy.
The other main character in the novel is Wisconsin itself. The natural beauty of the land is lovingly described by Derleth, who, as I mentioned, has a poet's eye for his state.
In the background are the efforts to grow the lead mining business in the area, attempts to get a railroad to pass through Mineral Point as the demand for lead pushes the growth of the town, the incipient was with Mexico (which will mean an increase in demand for the mineral for ammunition), the possibility of some final Indian uprisings which could bring war to the territory, and the political machinations as the territory inches toward statehood.
Everything combines well into strong character studies of the main players and a fascinating view of a point in American history, as we are reminded of the difference between fate and Providence: fate "was the anme applied to man's errors."
Well-written, literate, and perhaps a bit too, old-fashioned for many of today's readers. Nonetheless, it's worth a try if you should happen to come across a copy.
"The Case of the Murderer's Bride" by Erle Stanley Gardner (first published in Look, October 15, 1957; reprinted in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, March 1960; in EQMM #155 (Australia), May 1960; in EQMM #90 (UK), July 1960; in Ellery Queen's Anthology #16, 1969; and in Gardner's collection The Case of the Murderer's Bride and Other Stories, edited by Ellery Queen, 1969.)
Lawrence B. Ives had an interesting and profitable occuation: murdering his wives. Of course, Ives would be sure that his wives were heavily insured (in smallish amounts but from a number of different insurance agencies) and that they each died accidentally. We can assume that Ives was not his real name, for he has had a number of names in the past, most likely one name per wife. We have no idea how many women he married and then murdered but, by the time of this story, he was 36, pretending to be a 48-year-old widower of independent means; it's safe to assume that it took a goodly number of uxorious corpses to allow him to reach him to reach those independent means. In his defense he was, at least, not a bigamist; each wife was good and dead before he moved on to the next one.
His latest wife was the former Nan Palmer, a quiet,unassuming woman who was supporting her mother, sister, and brother by the time she was sixteen. Her sister had left home when she was 18, wen t through at least two marriages, and eventually stopped communicating with her family. Nan put her brother through two years of college before he was killed in Korea. Her mother had numerous medical,problams and, between the doctors bills and nurssng fees, Nan had little money to her name. Her days, while not at work, were spent in drudgery -- caring for her mother, shopping for food, cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, sewing...
After her mother's death, Nan did not know what to do with herself. She was a likable person but never had time to cultivate friends or to take much care in her personal appearance. Ssecretly she harbored the romantic dreams she found in novels featuring an innocent heroine who was swept off her feet by a romantic and dashing Prince Charming. But those were just dreams and had no bearing on her boring reality. Until she met Larry Ives through a couple of chance meetings at the local library. Amazingly, Ives began to appear interested in Nan.
It was not long before the two married -- all according to Ives's plans. He planned to take her out of her drab past, cutting her off from what few friends she had. She fell for it as he lavished her with gifts: expensive clothes and makeovers, as well as exciting new experiences. Nan blossomed. Beneath her plain, unattended appearance, there was a surprising beauty and a hidden sophistication -- so much so that Ives briefly considered forgoing his occupation, letting Nan live, and spending the rest of his days with her.
But no. Work was work, and Ives had invested his capital heavily in his bride. He needed a return on his investment. But how to kill her without raising suspicions? Ives's modus operandi was to read newspapers, searching for unique method of accidental deaths. Over a period of a few months, there had been three or four cases -- widely spread throughout the country -- of person drowning while swimming out of sight of others. These all took place on large lakes where the boat the people had ridden in drifted away unnoticed from where they were swimming; by the time they realized that the boat had drifted, it had gotten too far for them to reach. Perfect!
Enter Corporal Ed Courtland, whose kjob it was to read all the crank mail that came into the police department. (What kind of police department and where it was located were minor details that are never explained.) One "crank" letter expressed concern for a former co-worker, Nan Palmer, who had married in a whirlwind courtship, moved away, and never contacted her friends. The writer, while cleaning out some papers in her attic, came across a picture in an illustrated magazine about a man who had tragically lost his wife in an airplane accident (she had fallen out of a plane because her seat belt was not porpoerly connected). The picture was of Nan's husband Lawrence Ives. But the man's name wa Corvallis Fletcher. The writer as concerned for Nan's safety.
Courtland brought the letter to his friend, Dr. Herbert Dixon, a medico-legal epert in forensic pathology and homicide investigation. Dixon, like Courtland, became interested. A they investigted, each became convinced that Ives planned to murder his wife, but they had not a shred of proof. Learning that Ives had taken his wife to a large Nevada lake formed from a part of the Colorado River, the pair headed out in a desperate attempt to save Nan's life. It was a very large lake, with lots of inlets, and the chances of them locating Ives were slim...
An interesting set-up, weakened by an unrealistic pair of heroes and a deux ex machina denouement. The pacing is good and the tale harks back to Gardner's pulp roots and the characters of both Ives and his wife are well-drawn. It's a fast read so you won't feel cheated taking the time to quickly turn the pages.
The Case of the Murderer's Bride and Other Stories was an early digest-sized paperback collection edited by "Ellery Queen" during the days when EQMM was published by Davis Publications; it was also the very first collection of Gardner's short stories. The collection has been reprinted at least three times so copies should be readily available. All seven stories in the book had been reprinted in EQMM from their original appearances. Other single author collections from writers like Michael Gilbet and Edward D. Hoch followed. This followed a more successsful, earlier series of single-author collections edited by Ellery Queen from Mercrury Press, beginning in the Forties, most notably significnt collections of Dashiell Hammett's piulp stories.
[I finished my radiation treatments this week and have been told that the fatigue they have caused should dissipate over the next few weeks. If true, I should get back to regular blogging soon. Recently my life has consisted of take a nap, read a few pages, take another nap, read a few more pages, lather, rinse, repeat...
[In the meantime, here's a few Incoming.]
2022 has not been the greatest year for me.
I am selfish. Fifty-two years, five months, and eleven days is just not long enough. I wanted more.
There are still many things to be thankful for.
Chief among these, I am thankful for memories. Her smile which could light up the darkest room. The sparkle in her eye. Her grace. Her worldliness and intelligence, as well as the incredible innocence and naivity that would often balance it. Her compassion and empathy. Her anger at injustice and the stupidity of her fellow creatures. Her forgiveness. The shared joys and sorrows. The quiet moments. The gentle touch. The enthusiastic hugs. The laughter. The tears. The countles ways she made me into the man I am today. Her help and support. The many and feeble ways I tried to let her know what she meant to me. The birth of our children and the sheer joy she had when told that our first was a girl., as well as the fact that we were able to dance around her hospital room an hour after pour second, Christina, was born. The grandchildren. The ups and the downs. The quiet walks along the beach. The events we attended together. Our feeble attempts at tennis and at bowling. All of these memories are available at my beck and call and I am forever thankful for that.
I am thankful for my family. I could ask for none better.
I am thankful for my friends, both in person and on-line, many of whom I have never met but thier kindness, wisdom, and support are without bounds.
I am thankful for science, not only because that may allow me to beat the cancer that is in my body but because it can lead us all to a brighter future. Science has allowed us to begin to explore the depths of the universe and the beginning of time. It has brought us a greater undertanding of nature, the world around us, and ourselves. It may yet get us through climate change, the destruction of our environment, and overpopulation. Science has always been a two-edged sword but our challenges and their solutions should not have to come easy. Thus, I am also thankful for risk. It can moderate our actions and our thinking for the benefit of all.
I am thankful for animals. They add a beauty and a grace and a complexity to the world that it sorely needed. From the dolphins that romp in the sea to the venomous reptiles that my grandson studies, they are a constant reminder that their world is also our world. their place in existance is jst as important as ours. I would add one caveat: I am not thankful for spiders. I know they have an important place in the ecosystem but I hate 'em. hate 'em, hate 'em -- I would take a flamethrower to all of them if I could.
I am thankful for tacos.
And pie. Whoever came up with idea of pie should be lionized through all of history.
I am thankful for water, and feel we should do all in our power to protect our oceans, lakes, rivers, streams, and wetlands.
I am thankful for music. I am thankful for words. Both music and words allow us to express ourselves as mucih as possible. I am thankful for the paintings of Marc Chagall. I am thankful for the dancing genius of the Nicholas Brothers. I am thankful for the songs of Tom Paxton. I am even (begrudgedly) thankful for the earworm of Sheena Easton's "Morning Train" that has been plaguing me constantly for the last month or so.
I am thankful for God, even though my perception of God may differ widely from anyone else's. I am thankful for everyone's idea of God, whether through organized religion or through personal experience. Any possible distortion of God into a hateful, bigoted, or evil engine of destruction I lay to human failure and arrogance and not to any deity. No one can convince me that God is anything but love.
I am thankful for nature. It is wild, wonderful, beautiful and capricious. It not only keeps us in awe but also on our toes.
It may sound cruel, but I am also thankful for the losses you have suffered. Somehow through the pain, I hope that you are able to come to terms with what your loved ones meant for you and for those around you. No one is put on this earth to remain here forever and the job of each human being is to help bring meaning and joy to others; if that job is well done, it is reflected in the memories and lives left behind.
So, yes. I am most thankful for memories.
Fifty-two years, five months, eleven days. Still not enough time, but the time I will hold onto joyfully and thankfully until my dying day.
You've Bet Your Life by "Gordon Ashe" (John Creasey), 1957
This was the fourth and final stand-alone novel that Creasey published under his "Gordon Ashe" pseudonym; the remaining fifty novels under this pseudonym featured Patrick Dawlish and his Crime Haters organization. I've found the Dawlish novels to be eminently readable. This one...meh.
Creasey's novels usually feature a British hero coping against long odds. Even Mark kilby, the hero of six books by Creasey under his Robert Caine Fraser pen name, although based in America, was a Britisher through and through. For some reason, Creasey made the hero in this book, Johnny Elmes, an American in New York City. It just did not work for me. At one point, Johnny gets a phone call from a stranger, who ends the call with the words, "You bet." From this Johnny knew that the caller had to be from the American west, but not from Texas. Say what???
Johnny had recently returned from an unsuccessful business to England. He had patented a new type of box and had hoped to sell the British rights to the Willeson Folding Box Company in London but was unable to meet with the company's head, Clare Willison, who flat out refused to see him. Now he has received a message that she is in New York and wishes to meet withbim at his office. raising the inventor's hopes. She never shows. She has vanished from the hotel where she was staying. Later, he gets a call from Alice Byrne, Clare's best friend and business associate. She wants to know if Johnny has seen Clare and is worried because he has not. Before she can meet with Johnny, she is kidnapped but managed to escape.
It turns out that clare was given complete ownership of her compnay by her father, who had passed over her older step-brother because he was a drunk and a crook. The brother apparently has conceocted a scheme to force Clare to sign over half the company, as well as complete control, to him. If threats to Clare did not work, kidnapping her best friend and threatening her life might.
Add to the mix a mysterious Wyoming visitor (yeah, the "You bet" guy) who shows up out of nowhere to help rescue Alice and inserts hinself in efforts to find Clare. For her part, Alice is leery of Johnny and suspects he might be part of the plot against Clare.
Then the seven-year-old daughter of Johnny's lawyer and best friend is kidnapped to be used as a wedge to against Clare. There have been a spate of chikld kidnappings and murders recently and this could be the work of the same people.
I don't think there was a single plot hole in this book that Creasey did not feel fit to drive a truck straight though it. Creasey tries to wrap things up neatly in a pell-mell rush in the final pages of the book, but his explanations just did not gel -- a bad habit that Creasey usually reserves for his more outlandish plots of world destruction in his Dr. Palfrey thrillers, and a habit that he seldom gets intoin his straight detective novels.
Three positive things about the book: 1) it's a fast-paced, albeit ridiculous, read, 2) Johnny gets the girl, and 3) there are no flying coyotes overhead.
This one was an Ace Double paperback (perhaps original -- I could not tell) and was bound with Terror Package by Robert Chavis.
Paperback from Hell: The Twisted History of '70s and '80s Horror Fiction by Grady Hendrix, with Will Errickson (2017)
I hope that this book has not been forgotten because it sings out to me and to anyone else who love the old horror paperbacks of forty to fifty years ago, and it does it in the most loving and snarkiest ways possible.
For those who think 2020 was bad, let me remind you of the '70s and '80s. The Vietnam War. Remember that? A wave of political assassinations that had started a few years before continued. Race riots left citie burning and police departments acting more thuggish. Churches were bombed. Civil rights workers were murdered. Birth control pills liberalized our sexual attitudes just as a strange disease called AIDS put a crimp on them. Homosexuality was a disease -- and an illegal one at that. The country was awash with conspiracty theories, beliefs in aliens and satanism, and a whole pile of pseudoscientific nonsense. We began to realize that we were destroying our planet but didn't want to do anything about it. Nixon. reagon. Son of Sam. Mass shootings. Serial killers. High inflation. High unenployment. White flight. Therapy. Even more therapy. Disfunctional families. Fear. Fear. Fear. Dissatisfaction.
What to do about it? Well, if you are a publisher you capitalize on it. You realize there's a market somewhere in all this chaos. And the market is horror novels. Mr. and Mrs. America and all ships at sea can disassociate themselves from the real world by embracing one of fantasy. Not just any fantsy world, mind you, but one that is completely over the top. And sometimes it's comforting to know that the current state of affairs is just not your fault -- it's the fault of pesky demons, aliens, monsters, the Old Ones, hapless and oft-times evil scientists and experimenting doctors, genetically tainted madmen and mad women, and the fault of Nature who just got pushed to the tipping point. You are innocent. It's not your fault. It's the other guys'.
Paperbacks from Hell covers all these fear and more, providing hundreds of glorious examples of some of the most striking horror paperbacks. Here are evil and satanic children, haunted building, not-so-hidden gateways to hell, animals intent on destroyng (and eating) mankind, uncaring entities from other dimenions, religious fanatics both possessed or just plain bad, horrifying holidays, medical monter and sadistic scientists, high-tech murders, motorcycle monsters, unkindly grandparents, vampire, werewolves, living mummies, zombies, evil clowns (is there really any other kind?), inhuman pregancies, inhuman sex (graphically portrayed, thank you very much), disease, plague, madness, disfunctional families. backwoods yahoos, evil mixed with astological signs, and much, much more. Hendrix pulls few punches as he takes us down this particular damnable Memory Lane. Here's a few examples:
On Thomas Tryon's The Other: "For his part Tryon underplays the horror so that it sneaks up on the reader, emerging from a thicket of epic-poetic descriptions of nature. By the time you're ambushed by Tryon's severed fingers, pitchforks hidden in haylofts, and dead babies floating in jars, it's too late."
On Robert Marasco, author of Burnt Offerings: "Marasco was a high school english tacher, so his illusions about human nature had long ago been stomped to death."
On Robert Lory's Horrorscope Series, which lasted only five books out of a planned twelve (with the fifth book being published only in England: "If a series did well, they'd [referring to book packager Lyle Kenyon engel's Book Creations] milk it dry (John Jakes' Kent Family chronicle sold 35 million books!). If not, they took it out behind the bard and shot it. Whichis exactly what happened to Robert Lory's Horrorscope series...[A]ccording to Horrorscope, a Turus is more likely to be abducted to a Greek island by a demented movie producer, locked in a labyrinth fullof acid baths,and dismembered by a robot Minotaur. Aries, you're trpped inside a hollow volcano full of missing luxury yachts, where fiddling with gold gets you burned to death by unquenchable green fire. Leo? You're a were-lion."
On the trend toward inhumanoids: "There are two inds of creatures in this worlkd: Americans and inhumanoids. Whether it's alien super-predatorss possessing little girlss, hyperaccelarating them through puberty, and sending them out to kill (Soulmate [by Charles W. Runyon]), or Yetis riding icebergs to ca;;ifornia so they can decapitate our Miss snow Queen 1977 (Snowman [by Norman Bogner]), it's simply a fact: foreign monsters want to get into our country and mess up our stuff."
On Michael Avallone's Satan Sleuth in Fallen Angel: taking on cultists who are " '[h]ippies, drop outs, draft dodgers, left-wing radicals, right-wing militants, Jesus freaks, Devil worshippers, generation gappers, motorcycle weirdoes --the whole shebang.' He balances the scales with these cultists (one of whom is 'as gay as a green goose when the asses were down') using LSD and hand grenades."
On the "splatterpunk" movement, influenced by heavy metal music: "In the 1983 [nonfiction] book Backward Masking Unmasked. author Jacob Aranza warned that Queen's song 'We Are the Champions' was 'the unofficial anthem for gays in America.' Larson listed all the satanic bands out to seduce our children, balancing the usual suspects -- Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Black Sabbath -- with Electric Light Orchestra, the Beatles, and the Eagles, as well as the Beach Boys (transcendental meditation), Bee Gees (believers in reincarnation), and John Denver (once tried akido)." This eventually led to the Parents Music Resource Center (PMRC), which "issued their 'Filthy 15' Blacklist of objectionable bands, and eventually to "Senate hearings on explicit lyrics and 'porn rock,' whihc accomplished little except to show America that dee Snide was more levelheaded and informed than Tipper Gore." All this great publicitythat guided amwerica's youth to the music their parents did ot want them to listen to also helped birth the short-lived "splatterpunk" trend, a nebulous genre that had no real basis except to urge publishers to bring out so-called examples.
By the 90s the market was glutted and retrenching. Thanks to a gentleman named Hannibal Lechter, supernatural horror was dying and serial killer horror was being born. Suddenly, "Lechter was a household name. This was a moment horror editors and agents had been eagerly awaiting for more than twenty years. This was the next Exorcist. This was Rosemary's second baby. And the first thing it did was strangle its older sibling."
Yet the books remain, hidden in attics and in used book stores. Many atrociously written and over the top; others, genuine works of horror literature. Books by Stephen King, Clive Barker, William peter Blatty, Ramsey Campbell, Fred Chappell, Susy McKee Charnas, Les Daniels, Dennis Etchison, John Farris, Ray Garton, Charles L. Grant, William H. Hallihan, Rick Hautala, James Herbert, Jack Ketchum, T. E. D. Klein, Kathy Koja, Dean Koontz, Richard Larmon, Bentley Little, Graham Masterton, Rihard Matheson, Rober McCammon, Michael McDowell,Thomas Monteleone, Kathryn Ptacek, Anne Rice, Ray Russell. Alan Ryan, John Saul, David J. Schow, Dan Simmons, Michael Slade, Peter Straub, Whitley Strieber, Thomas Tessier, Lisa Tuttle, and Karl Edward Wagner will live on; somewhere a teenager is reading one of these with a flashlight under the bedcovers. Even V. C. Andrews, who only published six novels, lives on under a registered trademark with over 70 additional novels ghost-written by Andrew Neiderman, all bestsellers. Many other authors whose names may not desrve to be mentioned, will also live on, also under those selfsame bedcovers because -- good or bad --- because thos paperbacks from Hll will never truly die.
Grady Hendrix is the best-selling author of Horrorstor, My Best Friend's Exorcism, We Sold Our Souls, The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, The Final Girl Support Group, and the forthcoming How to Sell a Haunted House. He writes good books, Will Errickon writes the popular blog Too Much Horror Fiction. He knows many things.
The publisher Valancourt Books has initiated a special series of reprints of ome of the book covered in Paperbacks from Hell, each with the cover art from theoriginal paperback and each with an introduction by either Hendrix or Errickson. You can find out more at their website.