Posts Tagged ‘Mickey Spillane’

The Unholy Trinity

Tuesday, September 8th, 2026

I haven’t written about Mickey Spillane here for a while.

For latecomers, I started reading Mickey and Mike Hammer when I was twelve or thirteen. Private eyes were all over the TV in those years (1958 – 1960) and Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer was one of the first, along with Perry MasonPeter Gunn, 77 Sunset Strip and many others joined them soon.

I already was a kid who liked to read the literary sources of movies and TV I’d enjoyed, and most of the private eyes had literary roots. I quickly discovered Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler and Mickey Spillane. They became, and remain, my pulp pillars.

Even at that early age I could see the fascinating differences between them – how Hammett was spare, how Chandler was literary, how Spillane was visceral. And I relished those differences.

But what surprised me, as I researched the three writers at the library, was how Spillane was viewed with disdain and even disgust. That research revealed that Mickey was the most popular of the three, and for a time had been the most popular in fiction period. Why, then, was he a pariah?


Mickey Spillane

It became clear, over time, that it was Spillane’s perceived political stance – a conservative one – that turned the nicer murder mystery community against him. Chandler was openly contemptuous of Mickey, dismissing him as a comic book writer.

Well, that may have been part of why I liked Spillane. I was not aware that his professional career had largely been one of a comic book scripter before he turned to the mystery writing game. But I was a comic book kid, a consumer of comics and even a collector, so Spillane spurred my all-in-color-for-a-dime blood.

What I wasn’t was political – at 13 or so, I had little grasp on politics. Later I began to question being a hereditary Republican, having grown up in GOP household; and by early college – after a flirtation with Ayn Rand – my burgeoning politics had definitely moved left.

That hadn’t changed my opinion of, or love for, the work of Mickey Spillane. I’d had a seemless transition from Mickey’s first six bestsellers (1947 – 1952) and his multi-book comeback in 1960. (I had discovered Ian Fleming in between.) I was familiar enough with Ayn Rand to know that she had sparked his four-book series about reactionary secret agent Tiger Mann. But I never thought of Mickey’s work as anything particularly political.

Today, as I see commentators about noir fiction talking dismissively about Mickey, I see that politics is a big part of it – politics and perceptions of him and his work coming from people who have read little or none of it. The majority of the casual scorn heaped upon Spillane inevitably talks about Mike Hammer in terms of fighting “Commies.”

The first six Spillanes (I, the Jury through Kiss Me, Deadly) were the enormous bestsellers that put him on the map. One of those books has Hammer taking on Russian agents – the glorious One Lonely Night. The rest find him taking on gangsters and psychopaths and other apolitical foes.

The next batch of Hammer novels, starting with The Girl Hunters (1961) deal on occasion with foreign foes in a very Ian Fleming sort of world, indicating Spillane was trying to keep up with the market he’d turned his back on. These novels are not particularly “Commie”-bashing, although the Dragon is a KGB agent in The Girl Hunters. Again, Mickey seems to be nodding to his new competition: Ian Fleming.

And yet the critics of Spillane and Hammer speak only in those anti-Communist terms – an easy mistake if you are criticizing Mike Hammer’s creator without having read him much or at all. None of these critics seems to have noticed that the villain of one of the key early novels is plainly based on Joe McCarthy.

It’s all snobbery. Hammett and especially Chandler are designed for readers who see themselves as aficionados of superior mystery fiction. Spillane clearly has a working-class audience in mind with his blue-collar hero.


Dashiell Hammett

All of that was beyond me as a young reader, but I see it now. Hammett was one of the founders of the feast that Hemingway regularly served up (I happen to prefer Dash to Ernie), a spare style that reflected a no-nonsense view of the world; after all, Hammett had been a real-life PI. Chandler, schooled in Great Britain, created a fantasy detective, a chess-playing tough guy who tossed off one fancy simile per page like alms to the poor.

And I love both Hammett and Chandler.


Raymond Chandler

But the pulp majesty of Mickey Spillane is what drew me in to the genre – me and a couple of generations of readers. This is how you grab a reader (or customer, as Mickey put it):

All I saw was the dame standing there in the glare of the headlights waving her arms like a huge puppet and the curse I spit out filled the car and my own ears. I wrenched the wheel over, felt the rear end start to slide, brought it out with a splash of power and almost ran up the side of a cliff as the car fishtailed. The brakes bit in, gouging a furrow in the shoulder, then jumped to the pavement and held.

Somehow I had managed a sweeping curve around the babe. For a few seconds she had been living on stolen time because instead of getting out of the way she had tried to stay in the beam of the headlights. I sat there and let myself shake. The butt that had fallen out of my mouth had burned a hole in the leg of my pants and I flipped it out the window. The stink of burned rubber and brake lining hung in the air like smoke and I was thinking of every damn thing I ever wanted to say to a hairbrained woman so I could have it ready when I got my hands on her.

That was as far as I got. She was there in the car beside me, the door slammed shut and she said, “Thanks, mister.”

Many of the critics of Spillane do so while praising the film version of Kiss Me, Deadly (which lacks Mickey’s characteristic comma). But they aren’t familiar enough with the text to know how, in certain respects, faithful the film is to Spillane. We see Hammer as the world sees him, which is not entirely admirable; but we also experience that paperback world that surrounds him, that noir universe the film inhabits but that Mickey created.

Consider the opening of One Lonely Night:

Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog-like, a cold gray curtain that separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed-up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhattan by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance.

Some place over there I had left my car and started walking, burying my head in the collar of my raincoat, with the night pulled in around me like a blanket. I walked and I smoked and I flipped the spent butts ahead of me and watched them arch to the pavement and fizzle out with one last wink. If there was life behind the windows of the buildings on either side of me, I didn’t notice it. The street was mine, all mine. They gave it to me gladly and wondered why I wanted it so nice and all alone.

How many times have you seen somebody say that Spillane was a lousy writer? Even those who grant him storytelling gifts like to dismiss him as some kind of literary lowlife.

So it is about politics in the end.

The kind of politics that dismiss, that condescend, that judge without consideration. I am happy my politics weren’t formed when I met Mickey. And I am here to tell you that Mickey knew my politics and his were not aligned. Of course, Mickey had become a Jehovah’s Witness decades before and politics was off-limits in that branch of faith.

But he was conservative, all right. And I was a liberal.

We never talked about it. But he entrusted to me his unfinished manuscripts – someone he knew to be liberal, but who understand his famous character. And you know what? He was an artist and didn’t give a damn about politics.

My pal Jim Traylor and I wrote Mickey’s biography for Otto Penzler at Mysterious Press, Spillane – King of Pulp Fiction. You can get it here.

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Here’s another health update.

I wound up back in the ER last week with another of those attacks that I guess are called aphasia – spells of an inability to talk coherently, even using made-up words while at the same time maintaining a more or less mental clarity.

One attack was diagnosed as T.I.A., which is a minor stroke. That I’ve had several recurrences is disturbing, but they appear connected to the two ablations I’ve had – the spells have followed in a day or two, and then disappeared.

We are looking into this and related stuff – in both instances, I’ve been diagnosed with urinary tract infections. Right now I’m recuperating from the most recent heart-related ablation, which I’m told will take a month or so. I am in no pain but require a lot of sleep, and I am definitely slowed down.

Barb has been great. She is truly unbelievable.

And your warm good wishes are much appreciated; but I assure you we’re on top of this.

M.A.C.

Physical Media Lives! So Does M.A.C.

Tuesday, September 1st, 2026

A few of you knew about me going in for a procedure last week (Thursday to be exact). I am recuperating at the moment, so this will be a brief update. Medically speaking, I’m doing fine – it was an ablation/cardioversion having to do with trying to tame my a-fib.

Flowers are unnecessary but good wishes always appreciated. I have the most incredible wife in the world, by the way – Barbara Collins is exactly who any smart person would like to have at their side in any tight scrape.

As the Christmas season approaches, I notice a number of my movies on physical media are popping up at good prices – some of these are steals. I’ll annotate each (they are listed here in no particular order).

For the casual browser who’s just happened to stop by I’ll mention that, in addition to some bigtime stuff like Road to Perdition and the HBO/Cinemax Quarry series, I have done (written and directed) a number of indie projects – seven features, two documentaries, and a handful of short films. Also, I’ve written a few produced screenplays that others have directed – The Last Lullaby, The Expert and recently Mickey Spillane’s Cap City.

Some of the prices listed below are sale prices and may not last long – so now’s the time….

BLUE CHRISTMAS $3.49 (Blu-ray) at Oldies.com

Blue Christmas is a micro-budget adaptation my novella “A Wreath for Marley,” which is essentially The Maltese Falcon Meets A Christmas Carol. We shot it in a week for ten thousand bucks on a single set with a largely local cast, who I think did a terrific job. We won some awards and scored some very nice reviews.

ELIOT NESS: AN UNTOUCHABLE LIFE (Blu-ray) $17.47 at VCI

This is my late friend Michael Cornelison’s signature role as Eliot Ness in a one-man show. It was produced and performed at a theater in Des Moines, Iowa, but we shot it movie style with only the opening and closing from a live performance. It appeared on Iowa PBS and also was an award-winner.

MICKEY SPILLANE’S ENCORE FOR MURDER $1.98 (DVD) at Oldies.com

This is a performance (actually a movie culled by me and editor Chad Bishop from a dress rehearsal and the sole performance) of a radio-style play starring Gary Sandy (who was one of the stars of Mommy 2: Mommy’s Day). Gary had performed Encore (originally written for Stacy Keach in an audio production) in several larger venues, but this captured the version done here in Muscatine, Iowa, with (again) local talent backing him. He did a terrific job, and so did they. Again, a micro-budget production that won awards.

MOMMY & MOMMY 2 (Blu-ray double feature) $16.99 at Amazon

These are the two movies starring Patty McCormack as a sort of grown-up version of her classic Bad Seed role. They were done at the tail end of the home video rental era, and were hits – with respectable budgets in the half-million range – in that market. Mommy also appeared on Lifetime in primetime, and we had a stellar cast backing Patty up – Majel Barrett Roddenberry, Brinke Stevens, Jason Miller, Mickey Spillane, Gary Sandy, Arlen Dean Snyder and more.

CAVEMAN: V.T. HAMLIN & ALLEY OOP, $9.98 at VCI.
My documentary about the cartoon caveman and his creators V.T. Hamlin (Iowa born) and the assistant who took over the famous strip, Dave Graue, is my secret take on Chester Gould and his assistant Rick Fletcher on Dick Tracy. Includes an interview with the great Will Eisner.

DEATH BY FRUITCAKE (DVD), $18.90 at Oldies.com

This is our most recent production, based on a novella in the Antiques/Trash ‘n’ Treasures mysteries by Barb and me (as “Barbara Allan”). It, too, is micro-budget, but like Blue Christmas we got a lot of streaming play and some nice awards. Quad Cities broadcasting legend Paula Sands plays Vivian Borne, Midwest superstar Alisabeth Von Presley (American Idol) is daughter Brandy, and Rob Merritt (star of Blue Christmas) is Detective Tony Cassoto. You can catch this free on Tubi with a few commercials and on Prime and elsewhere on rental.

THE TWO JAKES $12.49 (Blu-Ray) at Barnes & Noble

This is one of my favorite movies, the sequel to Chinatown; this release [The Kino-Lorber release, not the Paramount!–Nate] includes a commentary track by me and my pal Heath Holland.

Why, you may ask, have I spent so much time out of my career in doing smalltime projects? The thing is, I have a love for movies and specifically hearing my dialogue spoken that draws this moth to the flame. In a fairly successful fiction-writing career that began in 1972 I have had many options for film and TV, and the money was nice, but the satisfaction (when the bulk of those projects inevitably went south) was negligible.

Part of this is my fault for never leaving my smalltown Iowa home. The reasons I stayed are many, but among them was an understanding that my temperament, and what it would take to make it in Hollywood, were almost certainly incompatible. Doing this in a small-scale way has helped me maintain control and get things done.

Say what you will, I have wracked up a filmography that has allowed me to demonstrate, at least to some small degree, what I’m capable of. God bless collaborators like Mike Cornelison, Phil Dingeldein, Steve Henke, Chad Bishop and so many more – chief among them Barbara Collins – for helping me carve out this small, unlikely place in my CV.

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Craig Zablo has announced the upcoming Quarry’s Reunion on his site with a lovely look at the cover.

Barb and I received copies of Antiques Web from Severn House in London and will share a look at it as we grow closer to the pub date (early October).

Meanwhile I’m beginning serious research on Road to Hell, which will include a chapter about Michael O’Sullivan’s harrowing experiences in the Great War.

That’s all for this week…my beautiful nurse is calling….

M.A.C.

Nate Heller, Mike Hammer and a Friend of Theirs Passes

Tuesday, July 7th, 2026

If you’re a fan of my Nathan Heller books – or just a dedicated reader of mine – and you have not yet ordered True Noir: The Assassination of Anton Cermak, well…you are missing out. Director Robert Meyer Burnett directs an amazingly stellar cast with full sound effects and a terrific score by Alexander Bornstein, all in service of a script by me from my novel True Detective. It’s just under five hours.

I think this is the best dramatic adaptation of my work, ever. You can get the download, the Audio CD (four CD’s) and an MP3 CD right here.

The portrayal of Nate Heller by Michael Rosenbaum is key to the enterprise. He totally “gets” Nate Heller. If you don’t recognize the name, here’s a pic he sent me the other day after I sent him the physical media version (the 4-CD set).

Michael Rosenbaum, True Noir

Michael is probably best-known for his iconic portrayal of Lex Luthor on the hit CW series Smallville, but also his and his voice work as The Flash in the DC Animated Universe. Beyond his numerous acting roles, as in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 and Vol. 3, Michael is also the host and creator of the celebrity interview show Inside of You – one of the most entertaining podcasts around with a star-studded array of guests. He also happens to be a genuinely nice guy.

Here’s some of the rest of the cast, by the way:
David Strathairn; Anthony LaPaglia; Jeffrey Combs; Thomas Howell; Adam Arkin; Katee Sackhoff; Vincent Pastore; William Sadler; Jesse Spencer; P.J. Byrne; Saverio Guerra; Louis Lombardi; Bill Smitrovich; Patton Oswalt; Curtis Armstrong; Barry Bostwick; Bill Mumy; Renée Taylor, Don McManus; Devon Conrad; and Richard Portnow. And that’s not everybody.

What are you waiting for?

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Last week I discussed, somewhat off the top of my head, my favorite portrayals of Mike Hammer on TV and in the movies. I made an egregious omission: Armand Assante in the 1982 version of I, the Jury. I am a big fan of Assante’s Mike Hammer and, in general, of the film itself, which is violent and sexy in a way no previous version had attempted (or any since, for that matter). Hammer’s relationship with Velda (Laurene Landon, whose blondeness we’ll forgive) is spot on, and the classic ending (and last line) is restored.

The movie got lost in the shuffle because the production company behind it went bankrupt. Terry Beatty and I drove from Muscatine, Iowa, to Chicago, Illinois to see it – driving in and back the same day/night. A six-hour round trip, not factoring in bathroom breaks and food. Later, to get the 1982 I, the Jury on physical media, I paid over a hundred bucks (a kajillion dollars in today’s money) for a Japanese laser disc (I owned the VHS, too, and of course the later blu-ray.) I wrote rather glowingly about it in Spillane on Film and Spillane: King of Pulp Fiction.

I, The Jury (1982)

So why, other than feeble-minded old age, could I forget about it last week?

It was easy. I, the Jury (1982) was a (at the time) modern take on Mike Hammer and his debut novel. It holds a unique place in the Hammer filmography. The earlier TV and movie renditions were fifties and early sixties animals. When Hammer was done on TV in the ‘80s and ‘90s, he was done in a contemporary fashion but as a man out of time – as if Mike Hammer had jumped into a time machine around 1952 and emerged in that later era, where he was presented as a glorious dinosaur. (It’s not unlike what I did with Hammer’s protype Mike Danger, having him wake up in a politically correct future in the comic book Mickey and I developed for Big Entertainment.)

How to do Hammer on film – whether to make him a version of Mike in modern day (whatever modern day that happens to be) or to approach him in period, for example adapting one of the early novels with a ‘50s setting – is a conundrum Hollywood is still facing. Much discussion among movie folk has gone on about how to present Hammer today, including the notion of doing him in his original time frame. I see some real advantages to doing that, but usually the discussion comes around to the need (for all sorts of reasons) to do him modern-day. The Keach version managed to split the difference, in a way – but that was in the ‘80s; now the man-out-of-time approach would have a 1940s/1950s character operating over 70 years later.

A new Hammer movie is still percolating and the most recent script I saw worked pretty well, but the political mood of the country makes the character problematic. Even back in the day critics saw Hammer (wrongly) as a fascistic figure; today, if he mirrored (for example) Donald Trump’s world view, that would put him on the side of ICE agents. Yet Mickey’s Mike Hammer has friends of all sorts of ethnicities.

Hammer’s vigilante tendencies don’t transfer well to today. So it’s at best tricky, and at worst impossible, to do the urban avenger in any way that isn’t offensive to somebody. Ironically, Spillane was never really political with Hammer. Take One Lonely Night: the bad guys are “Commies,” but the top Commie turned out to be the Senator Joe McCarthy figure! Mickey always went for the surprise.

Yes, Mickey leaned into Ayn Rand territory in his Tiger Mann books; but political themes were rare in the Hammer novels.

I would vote for a period Hammer, but it will almost certainly not happen.

Anyway, Assante’s Hammer was a glorious success (artistically speaking) of bringing him effectively into the early 1980s. But, due in part to the meager release the movie got, that version didn’t get anywhere near the pop cultural purchase of Stacy Keach’s Mike Hammer.

Let’s talk, for a moment, about lists of favorites – whether it’s candy bars or movies. There is a difference between “best” and “favorite.” My favorite Hammer (not counting Mickey) is Darren McGavin. Why? Largely because he was my introduction to the character. Also, that TV show was set in – produced in! – the 1950s. Mike Hammer’s era.

Who was the best Hammer? Mickey wouldn’t agree, but Assante would be a contender on the big screen – he was the most authentic in terms of sexuality and violence and a genuinely conveyed thirst for vengeance.

An argument could be made for Biff Elliott because, again, he was operating in the 1950s and was a hot-headed roughneck right out of the original novels.

But the best Mike Hammer? Even Mickey came to think Ralph Meeker was the best movie Hammer, despite the film turning its source on its head. Meeker was a terrific actor in the Method mode whose best role was Hammer, and he inhabited the best Hammer movie, which is even fairly faithful to the novel. No movie, to date, has captured Spillane better, despite its agenda to criticize Mickey.

As far as TV goes, I would say “best” has to be shared by Keach and McGavin.

But my favorite? I told you last week.

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My pal and sometime collaborator Matt Clemens interviewed me on his podcast recently about Return of the Maltese Falcon. Here it is.

And here Road to Perdition makes a list of the six “darkest comic book masterpieces.”

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I lost a colleague last week. You meet all sorts of people in publishing, and many of them are worth knowing, but few have been as delightful to deal with as Titan’s publicist, Katharine Carroll.

Only the most financially successful writers – at least those of my generation and the one or two after it – could afford to hire publicists. So a writer is dependent on the publisher’s publicist, and this is very much a hit-and-miss affair. Frequently only the most successful writers get the kind of attention from a publisher’s publicist that proves fruitful.

Katharine was an exception. She was always open to considering my wildest suggestions. For example, she got us enormous attention for Mike Hammer’s 75th anniversary and Mickey Spillane’s 100th birthday. She would kick ideas around with me and then follow through. I had many wonderful, positive conversations with her. We were just starting work on Quarry’s 50th anniversary.

But that’s business. In the lonely writing game, the friendly voice on a telephone and the lighting-fast e-mails in reply to whatever screwy notion I might have, these are things that can’t be measured.

I’ll share a little about her below. But it’s not enough.

Katharine Trowbridge
Katharine Trowbridge
U.S. Publicist for Titan Publishing, Dies at 68

Jim Milliot/Jul 06, 2026

Katharine Trowbridge, who oversaw the U.K.-based Titan Publishing Group’s U.S. publicity effort for 18 years, died on June 28. She was 68.

Known professionally as Katharine T. Carroll, Trowbridge began her publicity career with Time Inc. in 1980, spending a decade working across campaigns with Time, Life, People, and Entertainment Weekly. In 1990, she launched her own publicity firm, KTCommunications, where she worked with a range of magazines, authors, and publishing companies.

She joined Titan in 2008 and is credited by the company owners with helping to grow the publisher in the U.S. She was particularly instrumental in helping to revive the respected Hard Case Crime imprint founded by Dorchester Publishing and acquired by Titan in 2011. A native New Yorker, Trowbridge was a regular at New York Comic Con, where she connected U.S. journalists and booksellers with Titan titles such as Dreadful by Caitlin Rozakis, Titan’s first-ever U.S. original fiction title to hit the New York Times bestseller list.

“We are devastated by the loss of Katharine,” said Titan Entertainment Group co-owners Nick Landau and Vivian Cheung in a statement. “She had the warmest of personalities and cared deeply for all her authors as well as her colleagues on both sides of the Atlantic. Her contribution to Titan enabled us to grow far faster in the U.S. than we ever thought possible. We will miss her dearly.”

Trowbridge is survived by her three children and her mother.

M.A.C.

Ever Wonder Who My Favorite Screen Mike Hammer Is?

Tuesday, June 30th, 2026

I guess I haven’t talked as much about Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer here as you might expect. But my pal Andrew Sumner – also my editor in the UK at Titan Books – sent me this fun audience-recorded clip of Ray Gelato and his band performing “Harlem Nocturne,” which was the theme of the Mike Hammer TV show. It’s a lovely job of it.

For Andrew and a lot of Hammer fans, the entry point for Mickey and Mike seems to be the three TV series and the various TV movies starring Stacy Keach, which were the last time Hammer hit the popular culture hard in the late twentieth century, a time when Mike Hammer ruled until James Bond came along, an imitator of sorts who usurped the original. Stacy was Mike starting in 1983 and as late as 1998 (not counting the early 2000’s audios I did with him).

You might expect my entry point to have been the novels themselves, and I started reading those and Mickey’s other books at a very young age. But my introduction to Hammer was through the 1958-1959 syndicated series starring Darren McGavin. Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer was a tough show with episodes written by various pulp writers and adapted from pulp stories with McGavin extraordinarily hardhitting and violent with just enough tongue-in-cheek humor to get past the censors despite the bevy of sexy ‘50s starlets who also inhabited the series.

Pat Chambers was present, played mostly by Bart Burns, but Velda – mentioned a few times – was not. (In my fannish mind she was absent because, in the books, she disappeared behind the Iron Curtain for a decade or so.) At times, in interviews, McGavin disowned the character, but the persona he developed on the series was one he carried with him into The Outsider, The Night Stalker and countless other TV appearances post-Hammer.

The series was mostly shot on the Republic backlot but with enough location shooting in NYC to sell it. McGavin was a great Hammer, though Mickey was unhappy that a .38 replaced the trademark .45. Part of what made McGavin work for viewers at a time when Spillane himself was a big media figure was McGavin’s physical resemblance to the character’s creator.

Check out this complete rendition by Martin of the full Riff Blues/Hammer theme, with some cool images.

Hammer on screen was always a problem. The first-person nature of the novels meant that everybody had a mental image of who this tough private eye was. That included Mickey, who didn’t think the original screen Mike Hammer, the still underrated Biff Elliot, was big enough. Mickey lobbied for his cop pal Jack Stang, who did a test film directed by Mickey and whose image appeared as Hammer here and there in the mid-‘50s.

But Stang was no actor. In the film Ring of Fear (1954), Stang was implied to be Hammer under an alias, but it was Mickey playing himself – famous mystery writer Mickey Spillane – who seemed like Hammer come to life.

That led to Mickey taking over the role in the first movie following McGavin’s TV run, The Girl Hunters (1962). Though not everyone agrees with me, I’ve always felt Mickey did a terrific job, and one that was actually compatible with McGavin’s take. Mickey also fit in well with the other accurate screen Hammer, the aforementioned Biff Elliot, who was the first motion-picture Mike in I, the Jury (1953).

Already you may have noticed there’s a small army of actors who have portrayed Hammer. Ian Fleming was lucky the producers of Dr. No (also 1962) stumbled onto Sean Connery. And a question I am often asked is: who’s your favorite Hammer on screen?

First, let’s rule Mickey out. Obviously he’s my sentimental favorite – The Girl Hunters (1963) is the most faithful to the character and the novels, and Mickey was and is Mike Hammer, so let’s set that aside.

Who are Hammer actors that are not favorite Hammers of mine? Robert Bray is physically correct but overacts blusteringly throughout the rather dismal My Gun Is Quick (1957). A bare-headed Brian Keith played Hammer well enough in the abortive pilot that preceded the McGavin series; but he’s not really Hammer. Kevin Dobson in Margin for Murder (1981) was just okay (Cindy Pickett was badly miscast as Velda). Rob Estes was Hammer in name only in Come Die With Me (1994).

Now it gets tricky.

Ralph Meeker is the best big-screen Mike Hammer, but his take – and director Robert Aldrich’s and screenwriter A.I. Bezzerides’ – is so counter to Spillane’s intention as to be irrelevant to this discussion. Meeker and Kiss Me Deadly (1955) are oranges while we are discussing apples. I love the movie – it’s my favorite Hammer film by a country mile – but it sits in a niche of its own, the anti-Spillane movie that nonetheless captures Spillane’s mood, sex, violence, pace and tone better than any other.

Who does that leave?

Stacy Keach did the impossible – he lightly kidded Hammer while remaining tough; in this he’s similar to McGavin. But McGavin – and Biff Elliot, Ralph Meeker and Mickey Spillane himself – were of the original Hammer era. The Keach Hammer is a man out of time, a motif the series effectively played with in its best episodes. I’m honored to have worked with this great actor on two audio dramas and hold his Hammer in high regard.

I have to rule out Gary Sandy, who appeared in the only stage version of Mike Hammer to date – in three live productions at three venues, the final time in Muscatine, Iowa, and captured on camera in Mickey Spillane’s Encore for Murder, which I wrote and directed.

But it was Darren McGavin’s Hammer who captured my adolescent imagination. And the episodes hold up. A good half dozen of the 78 episodes were rage-filled, vengeance-fueled visits to Spillane’s world at its harshest.

So, with my arm twisted, I have to tip my invisible fedora to Darren McGavin. And admit that Skip Martin’s “Riff Blues” – the Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer theme – will always take my personal first place over the great “Harlem Nocturne.”

Listen and look: here is the McGavin opening followed by the three Keach openings with some of the greatest private eye music you’ll ever hear.

M.A.C.