Friday, March 30, 2012

Friday's Forgotten Books, March 30, 2012


I was a great fan of John P. Marquand as a teenager even though he was already gone. He won the Pulitizer Prize for this book. But rather than dwell on one book among many novels and even more short stories, I want to remember him as a writer.

He wrote about the upper classes in early 20th century American but not in a idolizing or idealizing way. He pointed out their faults and foibles with humor, sympathy but also with a sharp knife.

Most of the novels are set in Boston and about what used to be called Boston Brahmins. He was a fine writer and I often see his books in antique stores. My library system has only this book and it is at one of the high schools. Oddly his biography is still on the shelves so you can find out about his life if not his books. This is one of his best and I also remember B.F. Daughter, Point of No Return and Wickford Point.

He was also the author of the Mr. Moto novels, about a Japanese spy. These were made into movies with Peter Lorre playing the gentleman.

Ed Gorman is the author of the Dev Conrad and Sam McCain series along with lots of other great stuff. You can find him here.


The Crimes of Jordan Wise, by Bill Pronzini.

Actuary Jordan Wise tells a joke on himself a third of the way through the novel: (paraphrase) an actuary is somebody who doesn’t have the personality to be an accountant.

If you watch many true crime shows, you see a lot of Jordan Wises. People who fall into crime through circumstance rather than those who go looking for it.

Jordan becomes a criminal only after meeting Annalise, a troubled and very attractive young woman who needs two things badly – sex and money. But in order to get the sex on a regular basis, Jordan must first provide the money. He embezzles a half million dollars and flees with Annalise to the Virgin Islands. In this first part of the novel, there’s nice James M. Cainian detail about how Jordan comes alive for the first time in his life. Some of this is due, whether he admits it or not, to the danger of committing a serious crime. But most of it is due to Annalise and his profound sexual awakening.

The central section of the book reminds me of one of Maugham’s great South Seas tales – lust, betrayal, shame played out against vast natural beauty and a native society that, thanks to an old sea man named Bone, Jordan comes to see value in – even if Annalise, her head filled with dreams of Paris and glamor, does not. Old Maugham got one thing right for sure – as Pronzini demonstrates here – a good share of humanity, wherever you find them, is both treacherous and more than slightly insane.

There are amazing sections of writing about sea craft and sailing that remind me not of old Travis McGee but of the profoundly more troubled and desperate men of Charles Williams who find purity and peace only in the great and epic truths of the sea. That they may be as crazed and treacherous as everybdy else does not seem to bother them unduly.

There are also amazing sections (almost diaristic sections) where Jordan tells of us his fears and desires, his failings and his dreams. In places he deals vididly, painfully with his secret terror of not being enough of a man in any sense to hold Annalise.

The publisher calls this a novel and so it is. Pronzini brings great original depth to the telling of this dark adventure that is both physical and spiritual. He has never written a better novel, the prose here literary in the best sense, lucid and compelling, fit for both action and introspection.

You can’t read a page of this without seeing it in movie terms. The psychologically violent love story played out against a variety of contemporary settings gives the narrative great scope. And in Jordan Wise and Annalise he has created two timeless people. This story could have been set in ancient Egypt or Harlem in 1903 or an LA roller skating disco in 1981. As Faulkner said, neither the human heart nor the human dilemma ever changes.


Yvette Banek
Joe Barone
Brian Busby
Bill Crider
Martin Edwards
Jose Ignacio Escribano
Jerry House
Randy Johnson
Nick Jones
George Kelley
Margot Kinberg
Rob Kitchin
K.A. Laity
B.V. Lawson
Steve Lewis/Walker Martin
Evan Lewis
Heath Lowrance
Todd Mason
J. F. Norris
David Rachels
James Reasoner
Ron Scheer
Kerrie Smith
Kevin Tipple/Barry Ergang
TomCat
Wuthering Willow and Wuthering Willow
Zybahn

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Dutch and the Kid


http://www.latimesmagazine.com/2012/03/qla-elmore-leonard.html

My Life at the Theater: Cobb

We saw this at the Meadowbrook Theater in Rochester, Michigan in 1991. My memory of it is slim. Blessing also wrote the wonderful WALK IN THE WOODS, but this play was not up to that standard.

Most of the trouble lay with the miserable person Cobb was. But he was miserable in uninteresting ways. The play showed him at three ages and used three performers to do that. Although there were some interesting aspects to his story, it was not enough to save this play.

The thing about him was--he was a great ballplayer and there was no way to get that on the stage. So you are left with a miserable racist that nobody liked.

Your Favorite Movie About Politics

Haven't heard from any of the writers (save one) that said they were writing a flash story set in the zoo. Please confirm or deny it if possible. Thanks.

And speaking of challenges, ROSE AND THORN asked me to discuss the origins of the story, The Bride, right here.

Saw GAME CHANGE last week and thought it was a solid movie but it didn't really turn up anything that people who watched the campaign unfold didn't already know. Another performance that was more an impersonation than a insightful look at a woman. The fault was probably in the script but it was a bit disappointing.

What is your favorite political movie? I guess All The President's Men is mine. It managed to be exciting and amazing despite knowing the story. Or maybe that tale was too good to miss.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Adrienne Rich R.I.P.

The One That Didn't Work


Almost every writer has one "less than great" book in them. What book by a favorite writer let you down?

I know I am in the minority here, but I really didn't care for THE BURNT ORANGE HERESY by Charles Willeford. It was the sixth book I read by him and it just didn't grab me the way the others had.
Perhaps I wasn't prepared to buy into art criticism from him.

How about you?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Tuesday Night Music: Jesse McReynolds



We saw Jesse twice in Nashville. What a treat.

The Book You Weren't Supposed to Read


We never forbade books for our kids and consequently I often hear Megan telling how she read THE BLACK DAHLIA at age nine or something like that. I know she read GONE WITH THE WIND in second grade, finished it, and turned to page one. The movie spurred her interest, of course. She came to most reading that way.

Love of sports led my son to a lot of his early reading although he always had a taste for humor and biography as well.
My most lucid memory of him with a book was reading BANG THE DRUM SLOWLY, which was too dark and deep for him. Yet it did him no harm, (I hope). Of we four, he is the most adventurous reader today, reading biographies of people like Alfred Einstein and Ayn Rand, crime fiction by writers like John Sanford and Henning Mankell, literary fiction by Frantzen and Richard Russo, and political books like NIXONLAND.

When I was a kid, kids read "dirty books" under cover. The first book I remember reading that I shouldn't have read was the book from the movie I posted earlier today. STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET. That was followed by FROM THE TERRACE. I don't think any of this hurt me much because sex is less likely to warp a mind than excessive violence. But still....

What was the first book you remember reading that you weren't supposed to read? Did your parents let you read the books you wanted or did they censor your choices?

Forgotten Movies: Strangers When We Meet





The first book I read when finally allowed to enter the adult section of my library was this one. The book was by Evan Hunter and he also adapted the screen play from his novel.

Sudsy but pure bliss for a twelve year old. I am not sure how I got into the
theater but I did. A twelve-year old wearing high heels and short white gloves looked older then. I sometimes think I had more confidence then than now.

Douglas and Novak are married to others but bored with their marriages. Novak never looked more beautiful. Douglas brings his usual intensity to the part. Who doesn't want a mid-life romance? Did I say that? Not me.

For more movie, check with Todd.

Monday, March 26, 2012

In Case You Missed It

I Like For You To Be Still

Best Rejection Letter Yet

Here is the link to a video of Megan's panel in Australia with Jo Nesbo.


Next Monday, FLASH FICTION CHALLENGE. A story set at a zoo. Mine needs to go past my reading group.
Let me know.


Best Rejection Letter This Time Around.

From a well-known agent:

Dear Ms. Abbott
I have read the chapters you sent me from SHOT IN DETROIT and although I enjoyed what I read, my enjoyment was not enough to read more.....

Really wouldn't you think an agent might have a better way of rejecting a ms. after years of doing it. Wouldn't he/she have a standard rejection letter that was kind but firm. I really resent the flippant attitude of this one, in particular.


How about:

Dear Ms. Abbott:

I enjoyed what I read of SHOT IN DETROIT. Unfortunately I find myself unable to represent it.

Or something like that. You have to wonder if some agents have a streak of masochism in them.

What's the worst one you've received? Or better yet, do you know an agent looking for clients?

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sunday Night Music: Three-Legged Dog

And James Sallis, playing the mandolin (he plays all string instruments) can write a little too.

Worst Adaptation of a Novel

Thanks to David Cranmer for posting my new story, Eyes Open, on Beat to a Pulp.



Haven't seen THE HUNGER GAMES yet and the reviews are really varied.
There are so many bad adaptation, it is amazing when someone gets it right. Or in a few cases, improves on the original text.

The one I was most disappointed in recently was I AM LEGEND. The point of the story was actually subverted to give the audience the ending the studio thought they wanted. If the average movie goer in this case loved the story, why do they think the ending needs changing-and really the whole second half?

What's your favorite bad example?

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Saturday Night Music: Paul McCartney

Fairy Tales, Monsters and the Genetic Imagination

This is a life sized sculpture.


This was part of a terrific exhibit at the Frist Center in Nashville. Of course, I was able to identify the fairy tales, but I realized how alien (ha) most monsters are to my reading. Who is your favorite monster? What books about monsters other than Frankenstein do I need to read? Is King Kong a genetic mutation. I guess so.

One video, in particular, interested me. A group of puffballs made their way over to a sleeping child. At first, the viewer is repulsed and feels worried for the child, but your perception changes over time. Are these puff balls monsters based on their appearance, their unfamiliarity or is it the sense of threat that makes them monsters? What is a monster?

Friday, March 23, 2012

The Summing Up, Friday, March 23, 2012

My review of Coriolanus (ah, come on. You know you want to see it) is here.

The Summing Up, Friday, March 23, 2012

Patti Abbott, The Unquiet Night, Patricia Carlon
Sergio Angelini, The April Robin Murders, Craig Rice and Ed McBain
Yvette Banek, She Shall Have Murder, Delano Ames
Joe Barone, Divine Inspiration, Jane Langton
Brian Busby, Tarboe, Gilbert Porter
Bill Crider, King of the Golden River, John Ruskin
Scott Cupp, Science Fiction Comics: An Illustrated History, Mike Benton
Martin Edwards, The Footsteps at the Lock, Ronald Knox
Elisabeth Grace Foley, Calling Dr. Kildare, Max Brand
Ed Gorman, The Plastic Nightmare, Richard Neely
Randy Johnson, The Name of the Game is Death, Dan J. Marlowe
Nick Jones, Tales of Adventure: Short Stories by Geoffrey Household
George Kelley, Past Masters, R.A Lafferty
Margot Kinberg, Deadly Appearances, Gail Bowen
K.A. Laity, Somebody Owes Me Money, Donald Westlake
B.V. Lawson, Trouble with Produce X, Joan Aiken
Evan Lewis, A Free Race Williams Adventure, Carroll John Daly
Steve Lewis, Penny Dreadful, Susan Moody
Todd Mason, Budrys, Ellison, Nabokov and Sturgeon read from their work
David Rachels, Lucky at Cards, Lawrence Block
James Reasoner, Black Friday and Selected Stories, David Goodis
Gerard Saylor, The Right Madness, James Crumley
Ron Scheer, The Voice in the Desert, Pauline Bradford Mackie
Kerrie Smith, No More Dying Then, Ruth Rendell
Kevin Tipple/Barry Ergang, Fat Ollie's Book, Ed McBain
TomCat, Killed in the Act, William DeAndrea
Zybahn, Whiskaboom, Alan Arkin (short story)

Friday's Forgotten Books, March 23, 2012


Reminder: April 13 is John D. MacDonald week. Let me know if you'd like to do a review if you don't ordinarily do one.





Ed Gorman is the author of BLINDSIDE, the newest Dev Conrad story. You can find him
here.


The Plastic Nightmare, Richard Neely


Richard Neely wrote non-series crime novels that pretty much covered the entire range of dark suspense. I mentioned that in the best of them the weapon of choice is not poison, bullets or garrote. He always prefered sexual betrayl.


Plastic is a good example. Using amnesia as the central device ,Dan Mariotte must reconstruct his life. Learning that the beautiful woman at his bedside all these months in the hospital--his wife--may have tried to kill him in a car accident is only the first of many surprises shared by Mariotte and the reader alike.


What gives the novel grit is Neely's take on the privileged class. He frequently wrote about very successful men (he was a very successful adverts man himself) and their women. The time was the Seventies. Private clubs, privte planes, private lives. But for all the sparkle of their lives there was in Neely's people a despair that could only be assauged (briefly) by sex. Preferably illicit sex. Betrayl sex. Men betrayed women and women betrayed men. It was Jackie Collins only for real.


Plastic is a snapshot of a certain period, the Seventies when the Fortune 500 dudes wore sideburns and faux hippie clothes and flashed the peace sign almost as often as they flashed their American Express Gold cards. Johny Carson hipsters. The counter culture co-opted by th pigs.


The end is a stunner, which is why I can say little about the plot. Neely knew what he was doing. Watching him work was always a pleasure.

THE UNQUIET NIGHT, Patricia Carlon

Reading Michael Robotham recently and it reminded me of Patricia Carlon, another Aussie who I read about a decade or so ago when my library purchased copies of her reprinted books (Soho Press).

This was her novel that truly impressed me. Martin Deeford, a lonely clerk picks up Rose Gault, a young woman waiting for a bus on a rainy Sunday afternoon. She is willing to have sex, but he wants to talk and it ends badly for Rose. Leaving afterward, he runs into a woman walking nearby with a child. He then tries to find and silence the witness.

The woman, a jeweler, hasn't witnessed anything at all and Rose, it turns out is not dead. This is a game of cat and mouse, where neither party knows his/her role in the game. At 190 pages you can read this in a sitting and you probably will. Carlon reminds me of Margaret Millar with her psychological insights into the lives of two lonely people.



Sergio Angelini
Yvette Banek
Joe Barone
Brian Busby
Bill Crider
Scott Cupp
Martin Edwards
Elisabeth Grace Foley
Randy Johnson
Nick Jones
George Kelley
Margot Kinberg
K.A. Laity
B.V. Lawson
Evan Lewis
Steve Lewis
Todd Mason
David Rachels
James Reasoner
Gerard Saylor
Ron Scheer
Kerrie Smith
Kevin Tipple/Barry Ergang
TomCat
Zybahn

Thursday, March 22, 2012

My Life at the Theater: Master Class


We saw this on Broadway in 1996. I am not a Patti Lupone fan and this play did not change my mind about her. She's always too stagey for my taste. Perhaps the book by Terence McNally was also not to my taste. I am sure I would not have liked it any better with Tyne Dailey who also played it. There was not enough interaction between characters. Just Patti Lupone opining to three opera students on what makes a great opera singer. Based on Maria Callas, it was a big hit. Just not for me.

The Short Story


I know many people who never read short stories. They claim shorts are not absorbing enough to spend time with. They don't transport them to the place that good novels do. Of course, I disagree with this. And because a short story can usually be read in one sitting, the experience can be very transporting. You usually know very clearly what the story is about.

In the 2011 O'Henry Awards, A.M. Homes compares novels to short stories by using the metaphor of a train. "The novel is a cross-country trip; one boards leisurely in D.C. and watches the landscape unfold as the train passes through Maryland, Ohio, Illinois as one prepares to disembark in L.A.'s Union Station. The short story is like hopping on that same train already in motion in Chicago and riding it into Albuquerque with no time to waste."

Is this a good metaphor for you? Yes and no. I don't see why the short story has to told as she indicated by the phrase "no time to waste." Also some novels seem to rush by us and some short stories seem to linger on a moment forever.

How would you define the difference?