Posts Tagged ‘Nate Heller’

Quarry Turns Fifty!

Tuesday, November 10th, 2026

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Heath Holland has interviewed me about the new Quarry novel, Quarry’s Reunion, the publication date of which is TODAY, Nov. 10 2026. It’s in depth, almost a full hour, and it’s a YouTube Premiere. It airs 10 a.m. Central today, Nov. 10, [One hour after this post! –Nate] and is accompanied by a live chat with both Heath and myself, just for the duration of the premiere. After the premiere broadcast the interview will of course still be available.

https://youtu.be/DvxOCZWBvhc

Actually, Quarry’s a little older than fifty, as I created him in 1972 at the Writers’ Workshop at the University of Iowa, where my class was pretty much underwhelmed by the first two chapters of Quarry (aka The Broker). My instructor, William Price Fox, wasn’t bowled over either. But when I sold two books not long after (Bait Money and No Cure for Death), I was suddenly taken a little more seriously, particularly since nobody else sold anything while I was in the Workshop.

I had to set that first Quarry novel aside when those two books sold, because the publisher requested sequels from both of them. When I came back to Quarry, I did so feeling I had something special – a concept of my own, as opposed to Nolan in Bait Money coming from Richard Stark/Donald E. Westlake, and Mallory in No Cure for Death representing Raymond Chandler and Mickey Spillane.

There was (and is) plenty of Stark and Chandler and Spillane in the Quarry novels, but the mix is mine and so is the evolving concept of a hitman hero. Not anti-hero: he has always been a good guy, in his bad way, to me.

But the four Quarry novels I wrote for Berkley Books published in 1976 and 1977 did not lead to the publisher requesting more entries in the series. I thought I had a tiger by the tail but it appeared to be just a mouse that briefly roared.

I went on about my business, including Nate Heller and his long successful run.

A funny thing happened on the way to Quarry’s apparent early demise: readers at mystery conventions would approach me liking the series – smart ones, like Bill Crider and Steve Mertz – and others would write me actual letters, in those pre-e-mail days, loving the novels.

When True Detective became a big deal, I had the opportunity to do various things of my choice. For example, I did a new Nolan and Jon novel for TOR (Spree, now from Hard Case Crime as Mad Money). And I did a new Quarry novel for a terrific boutique house, Foul Play Press.

It’s time to acknowledge the unsung hero of Quarry’s success. Louis Wilder, the editor at Foul Play Press, wanted to reprint all of the four existing Quarry novels in classy new editions, featuring my preferred titles. Berkley had retitled all of them, without telling me – I never knew what any of the first four Quarrys would be titled till I held each book in my hand.

Louis knew that I was unhappy in particular that my book Quarry had been published by Berkley as The Broker, and that the second novel, Quarry’s List, had been called by Berkley The Broker’s Wife – literally giving away a major plot point! Louis wanted to do all four and commissioned a new one, the first – and to date only – Quarry hardcover, Primary Target.

Ironically, when Charles Ardai reprinted the first five Quarry novels at Hard Case Crime, we decided to retitle that one Quarry’s Vote to make the titling pattern consistent.

Meanwhile, back in the ‘80s, Louis Wilder passed away. He was a fine editor and a good friend to me and Quarry; but we lost him. No other editor or publisher showed any interest in picking up this cult-ish series. Remember, as Don Westlake said, a cult writer is seven readers short of making a living.

But throughout the ‘90s, interest in Quarry bubbled. Fan mail continued. I would write occasional Quarry short stories, one of which, “A Matter of Principal,” was reprinted several times. That story also attracted the attention of a young filmmaker, Jeffrey Goodman, who pursued me for the rights to make a film from the story. I finally consented on the condition that I write the screenplay. It became an award-winning film festival favorite, and was shown at a Bouchercon to a great reaction.

This led to the Quarry feature film directed by Jeffrey and co-written by me, The Last Lullaby, which also became a film festival favorite. In addition, it generated a novelization of sorts, The Last Quarry, written from my initial draft of the screenplay before the film was shot.

While the short film was attracting attention and with the possibility of a feature brewing, Charles Ardai – a hero I’ve sung much about – responded to my offer to do an original novel for Hard Case Crime instead of just provide a reprint. I said I’d do a new book for reprint money if he could get me a Robert McGinnis cover.

He did.

The Last Quarry, as some of you know, was designed to put a button on this on-and-again-off-again series. But it would generate eleven more novels, including today’s Quarry’s Reunion.

The interview Heath did with me for the YouTube Premiere goes into how my late friend Jon McCrea had been a major influence on Quarry. He represented a smart, funny, normal-ish guy who went to Vietnam a Marine, did several tours, and came back damaged after having killed a lot of Viet Cong. Audie Murphy, the underrated actor who was also the most decorated soldier of World War II, was another influence. So were several other friends of mine who went to Vietnam, one of whom was a sweet, simple soul who returned hardbitten and unrecognizably the person I’d known (he was in my first rock band in high school).

It should be said that Quarry, despite all those influences, is me. I didn’t serve, unless you count my draft physical, but I was collateral damage. I drew a number that guaranteed I would serve and faced that fear with my lovely young wife (only my severe migraine headaches spared me). I saw body bags being loaded on transports as I ate my TV dinners getting numb to the violence. I lived with survivor’s guilt which beat dying heroic. I saw America change and not always in good ways. That war did no one any favors in this great country of ours. And on some level, the Quarry stories are always about that.

That a good guy from a small Midwestern town in Ohio could become a person who learned to kill as a perfectly reasonable option.

He goes home again in Quarry’s Reunion.

This long, uneven ride has somehow led to Quarry apparently being the longest-running series in mystery fiction – not by number of books and stories, but simply by lasting so many years.

I know how he feels.

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Here’s a vintage appearance I made in 2002 in relation to the Quarry short film, “A Matter of Principal.” It’s a brief excerpt but may be of interest.

M.A.C.

The Borne Girls Are Back! And So Is Quarry…

Tuesday, September 15th, 2026

Antiques Web, the latest adventure of Brandy Borne and her diva mother Vivian, will be published next week – on September 22 (an earlier date than we’d been told).


Pre-order the hardcover here:

Two of my series have distinctions relating to the length of their runs. Quarry, who will return in Quarry’s Reunion (available November 10), is (I’m told) the longest-running mystery series around, having begun in 1976 with Quarry (aka The Broker). It has suffered some stops and starts but has continued on throughout the decades for 17 novels and a short story collection. There’s also been a Quarry short film, a feature film and one-season TV series from HBO/Cinemax.

Other series of mine have had long runs, notably Nathan Heller, starting with True Detective in 1983. Nate’s delivered 19 novels, one short story collection and one novella collection.

But the real winner for durability is the Antiques series (aka the Trash ‘n’ Treasures mysteries) from Barbara Allan, the joint byline of my wife Barb and me. There are twenty novels, starting with Antiques Roadkill in 2006, and a three-novella collection (Antiques Ho-Ho-Homicides, in 2018, including Antiques Fruitcake, the basis of our micro-budget indie, Death by Fruitcake). Antiques also represents the most novels in the shortest span of time, basically one a year.

Nonetheless, because of its cozy nature – even though critics tend to call us a subversive cozy – some readers of my tough stuff have never tried Barbara Allan and the Antiques series. To be fair, some have and found it not to their taste, and that’s okay. I write to keep myself interested and that has seen me jumping around more than some writers of mystery fiction. Barb finds the Antiques novels are a handy way for her to explore numerous themes, motivated as she is by what’s currently of interest to her in what we laughingly refer to as real life.

It’s always puzzled me a bit when a reader loves Quarry but doesn’t go for Nate Heller. Some mystery fiction readers seem to be put off by the historical nature of the books, particularly those who haven’t tried one. Quarry novels are a quick read and the Hellers offer some heft, though they are first and foremost traditional hardboiled private eye stories and only secondarily historical. But doing all these historical cases has kept the books from blurring together, as is often the case with long-running series.

The Antiques series has a quirky, sometimes wacky sense of humor that isn’t for everybody. No apologies for that, because the traditional mystery field is cluttered as hell and being distinctive – even if it turns a few readers away – seems a positive to us. From the beginning Antiques has been a tongue-in-cheek affair.

If you haven’t tried one of the Antiques entries, here’s a brief introduction to Antiques Web.

When Serenity’s most eccentric sleuthing duo is involved, even a quiet Iowa river town can become a hotbed of murder, mayhem, and mid-century collectibles.

Brandy Borne is hoping for a calm life – new marriage, new routines, and only the usual chaos courtesy of her mercurial, melodramatic mother, Vivian.

But when an antiques auction turns disastrous and Vivian’s close friend Evelyn dies in what looks like a freak fall, the Bornes sniff out something far more sinister.

Then another woman turns up dead – crushed beneath a massive Frank Lloyd Wright statue – and the pattern becomes impossible to ignore. Someone in Serenity is weaving an elaborate con, preying on the vulnerable with a too-good-to- be-true investment scheme…and eliminating anyone who gets in the way.

With a suspicious niece, a furious financial advisor, a cryptic message from a dying mob boss, and a fierce dog who can be bribed, Vivian and Brandy find themselves tangled in a web of secrets, scams, and deadly deceit.

To save their friends – and themselves – they’ll have to outsmart a killer, out bid a con artist, and maybe (just maybe) keep Vivian from getting arrested. Again.

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This blog/update space is a politics-free zone.

It always has been, though I’ve slipped a few times. I don’t feel my readers should be subjected to my politics. For one thing, it’s bad business – it can unintentionally chase customers away. For another, it’s way too off point to be tolerated. This is just not the appropriate platform.

But away from here, on Facebook, I have started sharing occasional posts that make my political slant easily perceived. I am doing this because, with the November midterm election looming, I feel it’s my responsibility as an American citizen to express these views.

Nonetheless, I have no intention of alienating or insulting readers who (obviously) have every right to their own opinions. The hardcore followers of the President are not my intended target. It’s the independents and more traditional Republicans (I know them when I see them because I used to be one) who I would hope to reach. To provoke thought and even debate.

Years ago, when I first got on Facebook, I would comment about disagreements I had with friends who had posted political opinions. I damaged several such friendships – including several quite painful losses (miss you, Joe) – and I stopped posting any comments on their sites.

I don’t think it’s ever been hard to detect that I am left of center; but generally I’m not very far left of center, which frequently puts me in the middle of the road where I can be swiped by cars coming from either direction. (One of them driven by my son.)

I do this only because of this coming election, the importance of which is something I think we can all agree about. Interestingly, my sharing of these videos has been greeted mostly were smiley faces, but a few scowls are scattered in as well. What’s confusing is whether the scowling faces mean they agree or disagree.

Of course, if AI kills us all, I suppose the point is moot.

M.A.C.

My Last Superhero Movie

Tuesday, August 18th, 2026

When I was in high school, I was the comic book guy in our class of around 300. Yes, kids read comics in grade school and junior high, but nobody but me collected them in high school. I was the oddball who did.

I had been inhaling comic books from age five on, with a propensity toward Dick Tracy, Joe Palooka and Li’l Abner, all of which were reprints of newspaper comic strips, though I initially wasn’t aware of that. I read Superman, Batman, Captain Marvel, and Mad, among many others. An antiques shop within easy walking distance had stacks of comics and I would trade two-for-one.

But when I was six, the Comics Code Authority came in and censorship chased a lot of comic books out of business, in particular horror and crime, which I’d already been gobbling up. Also, DC Comics managed to sue the original Captain Marvel off the stands, claiming it was a plagiarism of Superman. Captain Marvel (and Captain Marvel Jr. and The Marvel Family) were outselling DC, which somehow had the muscle to get rid of their competition (much as they had gotten rid of Siegel and Shuster, who created Superman).

Mad became a magazine, and lots of comic books flat out disappeared. Tracy survived a while, as did Palooka; but before long just about all that was left of adventure comics was Superman (and its spin-offs) and Batman, which after some wonderful years (mostly drawn by Dick Sprang) got silly; but I hung in there. Batman still had a newspaper-comics look that endeared it to me. I was still buying it in high school.

DC’s Showcase introduced a new version of the Flash in 1956, and in the late ‘50s brought back Green Lantern, too, as well as the proto-Fantastic Four by way of Challengers of the Unknown in 1957. When the latter got its own comic book, I subscribed. I had good instincts at age nine: it was Jack Kirby’s work.

Then came Marvel.

Because of Kirby, I had followed that artist to Marvel where he drew monsters like Fin Fang Foom for Strange Tales and other similar titles. This would have been the late 1950s and early ‘60s. But what really caught my attention was Amazing Fantasy #15 in 1962.

That title introduced Spider-man (aka Peter Parker) and his cast of supporting players. Artist Steve Ditko was a unique talent and the stories by longtime Atlas/Marvel editor Stan Lee essentially updated Superman to what was then modern-day, specifically making his super-hero an angst-ridden teenager. In March 1963 Spidey got his own book.

The Fantastic Four came along late in 1961 with Lee bringing a tongue-in-cheek touch to his four super-powered leads, with Jack Kirby co-creating. Kirby did around 100 issues, but when he left, so did I.

Ditko left Spider-man in 1966, the year I graduated from high school. He was replaced by John Romita, also a fine cartoonist, and I hung in there as long as Romita drew the book (1971), at which point I bailed.

As Marvel expanded, though, I’d come along for the ride – The Avengers in 1963, The X-Men that same year, both co-created by Kirby and Lee. Additionally Iron Man and Dr. Strange came along, too, in 1963.

My enthusiasm for Marvel petered out in my college years, during which I sold many of my now incredibly valuable comic books. But I needed the money, so what the hell.

Still, I have history with Spider-man and the rest of the Marvel universe. And I have gone to every movie about those characters, up through Thunderbolts, which I skipped – it just looked dreadful.

And I do believe I am done.

I realize a lot of people like Spider-Man: Brand-New Day. Tom Holland is fine in the lead. The personal story works well enough. It all adds up to a fine 90-minute Spider-man movie. Unfortunately Brand-New Day runs 145 minutes.

This is really not a movie at all. It is an overstuffed promotional piece for upcoming Marvel movies in general, and an attempt to elevate characters in the Marvel Universe who are lesser than Spider-man.

[Major Brand-New Day plot spoilers follow!! You’ve been warned! — Nate]
[I mean it! — Nate]

The central story has to do with Jean Grey, one of the X-Men. It includes the character Black Widow, previously played by Scarlett Johansson, now played by Florence Pugh (as the dead Widow’s sister) since the film Thunderbolts, which was a flop (and yet we’re all supposed to know who she is). Her scenes are ridiculous, even for a super-hero movie (her “office” is a bathhouse swimming pool and she’s naked…my 11 year-old grandson said, “Hello!”).

Another minor Marvel character, the Punisher (a direct rip-off of Don Pendleton’s The Executioner), is given a criminal amount of screen time and is uncomfortably overplayed by Jon Bernthal. Bruce Banner is back, which is to say the Hulk as portrayed by a picking-up-a-paycheck Mark Ruffalo; he too gets an inordinate amount of (mostly unconvincing CGI) screen time.

The Jean Grey character is a ridiculous sinister villain until a vision including the unlikely glamorous version of Aunt May (Spidey’s late aunt) turns Jean “nice.” Sorry about the old guy she made to get hit by a taxi cab!

Does Holland hold it all together? Sort of. He seems to be guest-starring in his own movie, though. This is the Happy Meal version of a film and I am done. A comics fan since age five, and I am done. Never again!

Well…maybe Batman 2….

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The great J. Kingston Pierce has given Nate Heller some attention in his Rap Sheet column, specifically a behind-the-scenes look at the first two covers done for the series at TOR Books back in the day.

M.A.C.

Return of the Maltese Falcon, Nate Heller & Nolan Get Some YouTube Love

Tuesday, August 4th, 2026

This week is a YouTube fest, and we begin with a fan of The Maltese Falcon taking a smart look at Return of the Maltese Falcon.

There’s something on You Tube called Private Eye July, and Mystery and Mayhem host Jim (don’t know his last name) took a look at both True Detective (and the Nathan Heller series) and Return of the Maltese Falcon.

First, on what appears to be a regular show, Jim offers Mystery and Mayhem recommendations.

Second, he offers a wrap-up of this year’s Private Eye July, including a look at Return of the Maltese Falcon.

Finally the Book Graveyard has a review of my first published book, Bait Money.

Though the Graveyard host is knowledgeable, and apparently a big fan of my work, he is unaware that the 1981 edition from Pinnacle of Bait Money is a somewhat revised reprint of the Curtis Books original that had appeared in 1973. A Nolan book preceded it, Mourn the Living, but it didn’t see publication till much later (this early work is included with Spree in the Hard Case Crime title, Mad Money).

The Book Graveyard host is obviously an enthusiast of paperback originals in the men’s adventure and Executioner-type crime vein, and I admit to being delighted for my early ‘70s self when he talks about my writing being on a whole other level than what he regularly reads.

M.A.C.