Posts Tagged ‘Nathan Heller’

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).


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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.

True Noir Followed by a Slice of Fruitcake – WTF?

Tuesday, March 24th, 2026

I’m not sure what compelled me to do two weeks of lists of “Five Favorites” here. I can say with confidence it was more about me looking back and summing up than trying to sway anybody about those favorites. I do admit to trying to bring new eyes and ears to Bobby Darin and Vanilla Fudge, but otherwise I was just taking stock of what has shaped and is shaping me, even at this late stage of the game.

Yesterday (as I write this) Heath Holland interviewed me about my return in recent years to indie filmmaking. I haven’t seen it, and don’t believe it’s been posted yet; but it felt good. I’ll provide a link here as soon as I can.


Heath Holland

I mention this, first, because I want to recommend Heath’s work on YouTube in general (under his Cereal at Midnight banner). He is one of the best and sanest of the champions of physical media out there right now. He and I have been doing commentaries (about 10 so far I believe) for various Blu-rays and 4K discs).

Also, as many of you know, I have a regular segment on YouTube as part of Robert Meyer Burnett’s show Let’s Get Physical Media, with the great Dieter Bastion. It’s a show that usually runs about two and a half hours, airing live on YouTube on Sunday afternoon (1 pm Central). And of course you can catch it anytime, after it airs, at your convenience. I usually come on about 2 p.m. Central and discuss discs I’ve recently watched, usually noir/mystery-centric movies or at least noir-adjacent. I stay for about an hour. There’s lots of movie talk and news of forthcoming physical media releases. I was a fan before I become, well, a segment.

Rob and Dieter have been great about promoting Death by Fruitcake, though I suspect it is anything but their cup of tea. They have also relentlessly given time to Return of the Maltese Falcon and to the Burnett/Collins collaboration, True Noir: The Assassination of Anton Cermak.

Rob will be coming to the Quad Cities some time in early May (exact date to be determined) for an event at the Putnam Museum in Davenport. (This event was supposed to be in early April but that didn’t work out.) We’ll be showing The Maltese Falcon on their big IMAX screen on the first night, followed with an interview with me about Return of the Maltese Falcon. On the second night we’ll present the opening chapters of True Noir, also in the IMAX theater.


Robert Meyer Burnett salutes True Noir

As I’ve mentioned, True Noir is now in wide distribution at your favorite audio source, with a four-CD set due soon from Skyboat. There’s also a soundtrack of Alex Bornstein’s wonderful score in the works, and I believe the entire audio drama will be available on Blu-ray in 5.1 with the collected chapter-by-chapter videos I made about the history behind this first Heller saga.

Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. What have you done for Max Allan Collins lately? I’m listening. I’m waiting.

Joking aside, you’ve done plenty. Many of you have reviewed Return of the Maltese Falcon on Amazon and elsewhere. That’s very helpful. The book is successful enough that serious talk is under way to do two Sam Spade follow-up novels. Barnes & Noble are carrying it widely now, again thanks to your nudging, although they have generally relegated it to the mystery section and not among significant new releases. BAM! has been much better.

Keep those reviews coming. If you’ve read the book, and like it, let Amazon know by way of a review, which can be as long or short as you like. If you didn’t like it, remember – silence is golden.

Death by Fruitcake can use your help, too – we have two lovely reviews at Amazon so far. It’s a little high-priced for a DVD (around $22) but unfortunately I can’t do anything about that. It’s streaming all over the place, but not free yet. That will come sometime next month, I think.

I was amused when Heath spoke of liking Fruitcake but being blindsided by what a different tone it has compared to my other work. (He had just listened to Michael Rosenbaum as Nate Heller in True Noir.) He also was not a fan or even familiar with “cozy” mysteries. But he did claim to have enjoyed our little movie, and particularly singled out Alisabeth Von Presley and Paula Sands for praise (not surprisingly).


Paula Sands and Alisabeth Von Presley in Death by Fruitcake.

And, for those of you who follow – or at least have sampled the Barbara Allan-bylined series my wife Barb and I write together – know, our Antiques/Trash ‘n’ Treasures mysteries are what you might call subversive cozies. They contain at least as much humor as mystery, and our tongues are in cheek throughout.

At 20 books, these novels about Brandy and Vivian Borne are arguably my (our) most successful series. The current one, Antiques Round-up, is a fairly wild ride, I think you’ll find. And we just delivered Antiques Web.

What am I – are we – working on now? Well, I am waiting to hear about the prospective Spade novels and a sequel to another successful property of mine, which puts me in a limbo in which I am not comfortable. Ditto for Barb, as the book we recently sent in is the last on the current contract.

I guess Barb and I are in an uber-Spring Cleaning mode, as we have descended into our basement to thin my book and magazines and DVD collections into something that can reasonably be considered contained. It’s ain’t easy, kids. I am looking at close to sixty years (choke!) of collecting…no, let’s be frank: accumulating…and to give you an idea, we took seven boxes of magazines and books to the Source Bookstore in Davenport last week, and another seven to Half-Price Books in Cedar Rapids yesterday.

And we’ve barely made a dent.

Do not think that our basement will be empty when we are finished. The goal is to turn it from a hoarding nightmare into a curated dream, and it’s going to be a year-long job (in and around the books we both have to write).

Or at least I hope we’ll have books to write. That depends on editors and readers, and obviously that’s where you come in – it’s why I’m after you to write reviews, and why I hope you’ll consider ordering Death by Fruitcake from Amazon (Oldies.com has it, too, a little cheaper but with postage that will sting if you’re used to no postage charges as an Amazon Prime member).

The success or lack of it for Fruitcake will determine whether I can muster my aging body for another run at a micro-budget indie or two. I have a horror film next in mind, and would love to do another Antiques movie, if my cast will come back.

The crazy thing is this: I have three major movie options going right now (Mike Hammer, Eliot Ness and Nolan, with Ms. Tree bubbling), which stand to generate a hell of a lot more income than another homemade micro-budget movie. But here’s how I look at it: I have had probably twenty-plus Hollywood options over the years, and exactly two have come through (Road to Perdition and Quarry). And I don’t seem to be getting any younger. So I just stay at it.

And as long as I am here, and you are here, I will.

M.A.C.