Prime Time for Blue Christmas; Farewell to Stephen Mertz

November 19th, 2024 by Max Allan Collins

Blue Christmas is available now on Amazon Prime for under $2.99 (to rent) in HD. It’s also on Fawesome, free, but there are commercials. Several other streaming services are considering it and I’ll post info here as that happens.

Now that the Blu-ray and DVD are out, we’ve had several really nice reviews, like this one.

We had a week-long run at the Palms multi-plex in Muscatine, Iowa (our home town) and Barb and I saw it twice, really loving how it looks on the big screen. The day before this update appears we’ll have had a nice screening at Muscatine Community College in the Black Box theater where we shot it.

Please support our little Christmas noir. If you get a chance to give us a decent star rating at IMDB, that would be welcome and appreciated.

Also, if you order the Blu-ray or DVD from Amazon, and like it, post a review.

And if you haven’t sent for it yet, consider going to the great physical media dealer Diabolik.

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I have been approached by several folks about the Kickstarter page for True Noir. Apparently it hasn’t been updated of late. I am not directly associated with the page, but I’ve talked to Rob Burnett about it and he’s on the case.

There have been some delays in delivery of this ambitious project – a ten-episode immersive audio presentation of True Detective from my scripts. I can assure you this is an impressive production – everything I’ve heard has been terrific.

What happened is, to my understanding, initial plans to release the episodes one at a time, while the production was still in post, have shifted to waiting till the entire audio drama is done. The recording is entirely finished but editing and SFX are still in process, and the last two episodes haven’t been scored yet (but that’s coming – and this music is really impressive).

I will be doing mini-documentaries on each episode for inclusion on the eventual Blu-ray release.

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When you live to be a certain age, or I should say when you are lucky enough to live to a certain age, you may come upon a sad and unsettling reality: more of your friends are dead than alive. I have lost bandmates, like Paul Thomas, Bruce Peters and Chuck Bunn, and Terry Becky (murdered in a motel room while touring); the brothers Van Winkle, Brian and Jim, and – unfortunately in the too rocky world of rock ‘n’ roll – a number of others. My filmmaking collaborator, actor Michael Cornelison is gone – he was part of Mommy, Mommy’s Day, Real Time: Siege at Lucas Street Market, Caveman: V.T. Hamlin & Alley Oop and Mike Hammer’s Mickey Spillane. I basically retired from filmmaking when Mike passed, and only recently have I had the heart to pick up the mantle again.

Now three of my closest friends in the writing game are gone – a while back Ed Gorman, recently Bob Randisi, and now Stephen Mertz.

Steve had his cantankerous side but was cheerful and fun and funny even at his crankiest, and mostly he was a sunny presence, enthusiastic about writers whose work he loved and himself a dedicated professional. He was also a musician and a good one. He was a radio d.j. at times, and the kind of ideal presence you’d love to have with you pouring from the car radio on a long drive.

I don’t recall when I met Steve. He’s one of those people I feel I always knew. It was probably at a Bouchercon, a long-ago one. I just know that he was one of Mickey Spillane’s biggest fans and boosters, and to some degree our friendship was grounded in that.

We were also among a small handful who knew of the work of Ennis Willie, a mysterious figure (for years anyway) whose ‘60s work at the minor paperback house Merit Books ran to two dozen-plus titles that rocketed from his typewriter, a pulp-style writer who seemed to disappear as quickly as he emerged. Had Willie been killed in a car accident or maybe died of a disease? Was he a Black writer? Was he Mickey Spillane secretly writing under a pseudonym? These topics and more were discussed endlessly by Steve and me (and also Ed Gorman).

Ultimately our enthusiasm for his work flushed Willie out of the normal life he’d been swallowed into (he was a publisher in the South) and he was astonished and, I think, thrilled that Steve and I (and Ed) had been such advocates of his work, particularly the Sand novels, which were similar to Westlake’s Parker books but with an overtly Spillane touch. (Matt Clemens and I named our John Sand secret agent character after Willie’s hoodlum hero, Sand.)

Steve was also a big booster of Michael Avallone, who had become, unfairly, a kind of joke in the eyes of some when he was really a dedicated craftsman with perhaps a little too much defensive pride in his work…but that’s better than the opposite.

The biggest argument Steve and I had, over the years, had to do with Steve hiding behind pseudonyms, protecting his real byline for bigger, greater work that he felt he would accomplish later. My approach was, you never know if there’s going to be a “later” – I would slap my name on a movie novelization knowing that the young readers of such books might become lifetime fans of my work. And that proved the case.

Steve wrote scores of men’s adventure novels, and was a big advocate of the work of Don Pendleton, and wound up as one of the best ghosts of the later Executioner novels. Again, this solid work was hidden behind a byline that wasn’t his, and I encouraged him for decades to get his real name out there. But he went on writing as “Jim Case” and “Stephen Brett” and “Cliff Banks”…and “Don Pendleton.” Finally, in the last few decades, he did sign his own work, and did so with pride on such distinctive novels as Hank & Muddy and The Castro Directive.

Back when I was doing a lot of tie-in novels, Steve was the only person I recommended to a publisher when my work schedule didn’t allow – his Sudden Death was a fine example of a tricky craft.

And I let Barb know if anything happened to me, of all my friends – even including Bob and Ed – that Steve was the one to approach if I passed with a book half-finished.

Now here I am, on my own. It will be up to Barb and Nate, if I don’t finish something…and you better.

Steve, you were a fine friend and a fine writer, and a real sweetheart of a guy. I often said you would argue with a tree stump…but with a smile and laugh.

I can hear that laugh now.

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Read about Ennis Willie (who published new versions of his work after the Mertz/Gorman/M.A.C. enthusiasm caught fire) right here.

M.A.C.

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3 Responses to “Prime Time for Blue Christmas; Farewell to Stephen Mertz”

  1. stephenborer says:

    What a supreme salute to Mr. Mertz !

  2. Brian Drake says:

    I didn’t know Steve except through email and social media (and mostly knew his work from The Executioner series), but he was responsible for a couple of big breaks for me, including a recommendation to my current publisher. One chat we had was about him looking for help with his series, Cody’s War, as he was doing a few of the books and assigning ghost writers to other entries, but I had to tell him I was too busy with my own work — thanks to him! We didn’t chat as often as I would have liked, but when we did, he was always a cheerleader.

  3. James Reasoner says:

    Steve was a wonderful guy, and he would indeed argue with a tree stump! The last time I saw him, we spent an afternoon with me driving him around Austin, Texas, in search of used book and record stories, and we found some good ones. What a fine time that was. I’ve already caught myself thinking, “I’ll have to ask Steve about that” and “I’ve got to tell Steve about that!” It’ll be a while before those thoughts go away.

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