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Tuesday, May 1st, 2012

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This week my update will be a short one, because (a) I just finished writing eight blog entries in support of LADY, GO DIE! (links will be posted), and (b) I am providing a few pictures from our recent South Carolina trip for Mickey’s induction into the SC author’s hall of fame.

But I do need to mention that ANTIQUES DISPOSAL, the new hardcover, is out even as I type this, as is the mass-market paperback edition of ANTIQUES KNOCK-OFF.

Also, the Perfect Crime trade paperbacks (with new after words) of the Nolan series are available now or soon will be. They are FLY PAPER, HUSH MONEY, HARD CASH, SCRATCH FEVER, SPREE and MOURN THE LIVING. Actually, the MOURN after word is recycled from the Five Star edition. Otherwise, new stuff.

There’s a nice review here of the new Heller novella collection, TRIPLE PLAY.

And a really nice review of ANTIQUES DISPOSAL from the perceptive Craig Clarke can be found here.

Here’s a fun review of BYE BYE, BABY.

And a very nice recommendation for LADY, GO DIE! right here.

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Left to right: Atlantic Ocean, MAC, Atlantic Ocean.

Left to right: MAC, Bogie pretending to be Hammer, Jim Traylor.

MAC and Jane Spillane

MAC sportsman

Potential Crusin’ venue?

M.A.C.

Antiques Chop Talk

Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

Right now I am in the home stretch of my draft of ANTIQUES CHOP, the seventh “Trash ‘n’ Treasures” mystery that Barb and I have collaborated upon. I should finish this week (and I better, because April 1st is the deadline) (no fooling). Nate suggested that, while I’m in the midst of it, I provide a behind-the-scenes glimpse at the process.

Barb and I begin with a succession of business lunches where we first come up with the basic concept, and usually tie it to a title. The pattern of the titles are to have the word ANTIQUES followed by a punning word, and we have a list of these (continually growing). This time the title ANTIQUES CHOP sparked the premise (sometimes it’s the other way around), leading to the mystery revolving around an ax murder, an unusually gruesome crime for a supposed “cozy.”

We often look at “antique” crimes, which is to say crimes that occurred decades ago but are having latter-day ramifications. So I suggested we make an unsolved Lizzie Border-esque ax murder the centerpiece of the story, and wrote a faux entry about the crime for a non-existent true-crime encyclopedia. From there Barb and I began the back-and-forth process of coming up with a fairly detailed plot. We have to turn in a sample chapter and brief synopsis to our editor at Kensington (and get approval), so we have to have a firm idea of where we’re going before Barb gets started on her draft.

Barb works on that draft for probably six months, although that six months may stretch out to an entire year, because she isn’t always working on it – summers tend to be busy and that keeps her away from the work. Last year, for example, we went on a west coast book tour, plus there’s comic con and other distractions.

As Barb writes, I stay out of her way unless she has a problem or a concern about what she’s up to. Sometimes we discuss a plot point, and oftentimes we discuss it if she feels she has a need to deviate from the plot as originally conceived. Generally, though, I give her all the space she needs.

When Barb delivers her draft, it’s usually about 200 to 225 pages of doubled-spaced copy. My job is to expand and flesh out her draft, providing more dialogue and even more humor and generally apply what I laughingly think of as a more professional gloss. The end result will be 300 to 330 pages. I do my pass in a month or less, working hard and intensely, with Barb editing and suggesting revisions as I go (she reads it, and provides her notes, a chapter at a time). We do a lot of this over business lunches – just yesterday, on what was otherwise a day off, we discussed two plot points that needed shoring up in the chapter I just finished and the one that I will be doing today.

The final step is for me to spend a day or two re-reading the manuscript and marking up a hard copy with revisions, with Barb entering them in the chapter files. Then, common to all writers, we ship it (by e-mail these days) and hold our collective breath, hoping for a delighted response from the editor. On this series, we’ve been lucky to get that response pretty much every time. Occasionally there are rewrites, as on ANTIQUES MAUL where the editor felt the murder occurred too late in the mystery, and we reshaped the book so that it happened virtually on page one and then flashed back.

I said “final step” above, but of course there is much more to do – there will be a copy-edited manuscript to check, and at least one round of galley proofs. We tend to trade off on these assignments, with Barb doing the copy-edited manuscript and me reading the galley proofs. We divide the work that way because (a) I hate the copy-editing stage, since the Moriarty of my career is the Intrusive Copy Editor Who Stalks Me Under Various Names and Guises, and (b) Barb is thoroughly sick of the book by the galley proof stage and is content to leave that step to me.

Do we squabble? Not much. Hardly at all. I may get testy if, as I’m moving forward in my draft, Barb indicates (and she’s always right) that I need to go back and make a few fixes in a chapter that I had considered finished. This occurs, on the rare occasion that it does occur, early in the morning before I have had a chance to become fully human. Let’s just say, first thing in the morning, I’m more Quarry than Mallory.

So there you go. That’s how this particular flavor of sausage is made.

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It’s gratifying to note that I received such a warm reaction to my defense of the film JOHN CARTER – which, let’s face it, was fairly shrill, since the premise of my piece was that anyone who didn’t like the movie was an idiot. Not only did my piece receive more comments than usual, a number of blogs provided links and made favorable comments on my take on this beleaguered film.

I am pleased to say that the early reviews on LADY GO, DIE! are coming in and, so far, are all favorable. The book received a very nice write-up in the often tough Publisher’s Weekly.

And there was a very gratifying (and I think perceptive) review from one of my favorite contemporary crime writers, Bill Crider, at his blog (perhaps the best mystery fiction blog out there).

Similarly, Ron Fortier – another strong contemporary scribe – has written a LADY, GO DIE! review that appears at several blogs, including his own Pulp Fiction Reviews.

The Brandywine site continues to work through the Nate Heller backlist, and this time FLYING BLIND is discussed.

QUARRY’S EX has picked up several, slightly belated (favorable) reviews, like this one at Books Are For Squares and this one at Pulp 300.

Here’s a thoughtful new look at the film version of ROAD TO PERDITION.

And here’s a guy who says he’s addicted to my books. I have to wonder if he discovered Nate Heller through the Amazon reprint series, who essentially gave TRUE DETECTIVE away (for under two bucks) for a while there. You know, the drug dealers really had something with their “first one’s free” approach.

M.A.C.

Sex And Violence

Tuesday, March 13th, 2012

When I set out to write hardboiled mystery novels, very much influenced by Mickey Spillane and the Gold Medal writers, I made sure my work was strong on sex and violence. I still do. Not only are these ingredients key to the noir sensibility, they represent (as I’ve said numerous times) the big topics: life and death.

And while my historical novels have an element of education/information in them, the primary purpose is to entertain, and usually in the fashion that I established early on – meaning there will be sex and violence.

Over the years this has been commented on occasionally by reviewers, but not really that often – the subject tends to come up in a more general way, i.e., why is there so much sex and violence in noir fiction?

But in the past several years, I have been getting criticized much more often about the sexual component of the books. I don’t mean to defend myself here or to complain about those reviews – I am just observing that there seems to be something afoot in the culture, something more staid, even more prudish. I graduated high school in 1966, so the sexual revolution was all around me, reflected in popular culture from underground comix to nudity-flung films.

So what’s up lately with this anti-sex scene sentiment? And almost always coming from men. Men who don’t want to read about sex. Which strikes me as bewildering. These comments often come from readers who otherwise like the books. Here’s an excerpt from an Amazon Review of CARNAL HOURS that is otherwise a rave:

“The author seems determined to inject some short, steamy sex episodes in each book. These are gratuitous and serve no purpose other than to establish the ‘ladies man’ reputation of Heller, which could be accomplished without the silly detail. I’m not prudish but each time these short episodes struck me as stupid and juvenile.”

I might wonder why any reader of book with the word “carnal” in the title would be surprised to find sex scenes in that book. But this Amazon reviewer is joined by a handful of professional reviewers who have lately made similar comments. George Easter, for example, in the fine magazine Deadly Pleasures, made that his sole carp in a very positive review of BYE BYE, BABY.

Again, I mention this because I find it odd, not to complain about it or defend myself. I will say this: anyone who considers the sex scenes in Nathan Heller novels to be mere gratuitous porn isn’t really paying attention. I don’t believe there is a single Heller sex scene involving my guy with some casual pick-up in a bar or whatever – there are references to such happenings, but they remain off-stage. The sexual encounters are there for characterization reasons, usually to build emotion and establish a closeness, even a love, between Heller and a woman who is crucial to the tale being told, often tragic romances as in TRUE DETECTIVE, TRUE CRIME, THE MILLION-DOLLAR WOUND, FLYING BLIND and BYE BYE, BABY. Some of these are real women, like Amelia Earhart, Sally Rand and Evelyn MacClean Walsh, and this gets me nasty letters at times (“How dare you?”). I had death threats over my depiction of Earhart as bisexual. Here’s the thing: Nate Heller didn’t have sex with any of these women, because Nate Heller is a fictional character.

My sex scenes do make people uncomfortable at times, and I’m rather proud of that. A mystery writer pal of mine, when TRUE DETECTIVE came out, was offended (perhaps the term is “grossed out”) that Heller used condoms and he and the lady in question cleaned up after the act. The sex was too real, apparently. An editor talked me into toning down oral sex passages in ANGEL IN BLACK…between Heller and his wife (oral sex was both characterization and a major clue in that novel).

Anyway, if you guys out there want to skip the sex scenes, fine by me. My generation of guys would more likely have underlined them. If this is progress, count me out.

And isn’t it interesting that none of these reviewers have ever complained about the graphic blood-splattering violence in my work?

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We had a very nice review for the upcoming Barbara Allan, ANTIQUES DISPOSAL, in Publisher’s Weekly.

Our good friend and that good writer Ron Fortier wrote a lovely review of ANTIQUES DISPOSAL on his fun Pulp Fiction web site.

Brandywine Books posted yet another fine Heller review, this time looking at TRUE DETECTIVE.

The low price ($2) this month of FLYING BLIND on Kindle e-book caught some nice attention here.

Perfect Crime Books has announced their Nolan reprint series, with all the covers posted.

The quirky and entertaining Temple of Schlock reviewed THE CONSUMMATA, and back on my birthday took an eccentric look at QUARRY’S EX.

Nate is heading to Japan for a month on a business vacation. He will still be handling the weekly Updates, but they will likely be a little shorter in the near future. Also, I’m working on ANTIQUES CHOP, which means you may be spared these longer entries until I am finished and Nate returns.

M.A.C.

Required Viewing List

Tuesday, February 21st, 2012

As a writer, I often get asked what current books I’m reading, and my answer – part of which is that I read almost no contemporary crime fiction – always frustrates people. But I also mention the long list of classic mystery and crime writers whose work influenced me – Hammett, Chandler, Spillane and half a dozen more – which seems to salve the wound.

In my case, however, movies are as big a part of the mix as prose fiction. Television, too, since I’m part of the first TV generation. Someday I may write about the TV shows that really influenced me (I’ve often mentioned the private eye craze of the late ‘50s and its impact on my work) but today I want to be self-indulgent (what a shock) and list my favorite sixteen movies with a few words about each.

The Max Allan Collins Required Viewing List
Vertigo

1. VERTIGO (1958). Hitchcock is my favorite director, but this is more than just my favorite film of his – it’s my favorite film period. Few people notice that it’s a private eye movie, but ex-cop James Stewart gets hired to investigate an old friend’s wife’s odd behavior, so that’s what it is. VERTIGO is romantic and tragic with two great performances at its center – Stewart is heart-breaking in his cruelty, and Novak has a painful vulnerability. Critics of the time almost always said she was a lousy actress…uh, what were their names again? Oh yeah, the critics are forgotten and she lives forever. Too bad she got in a miff lately about the re-use of the great Bernard Herrmann love theme in the current, wonderful THE ARTIST. The resonance of its use there brought tears to these sentimental eyes. By the way, I am convinced that my very real vertigo was caused by first seeing this movie at a tender age (I was in the fourth grade).

Kiss Me Deadly

2. KISS ME DEADLY (1955). I’ve spoken elsewhere about this at length (I hope definitively in the forthcoming MICKEY SPILLANE ON FILM written with Jim Traylor), so I’ll be uncharacteristically brief on the subject here. What makes it my second favorite film (and not first) is its lack of heart. The terrible warmth of VERTIGO wins out over KISS ME DEADLY’s heartless meltdown. But I have watched no other movie as many times.

Gun Crazy

3. GUN CRAZY (1949). The greatest of all Bonnie and Clyde movies, which on a list that includes Arthur Penn’s classic is really saying something. It captures the tragic violence of a criminal couple in a manner rivaled only by James M. Cain at his best. Two little-known actors, Peggy Cummins and John Dall, give performances for the ages, and my second-favorite director, Joseph H. Lewis, does the same. The outrageous set-piece robberies have never bested nor matched.

Chinatown

4. CHINATOWN (1974). This, more than any novel, established the private eye in the mid-twentieth century as a sub-genre, and is undoubtedly the greatest original private eye film – few of those derived from Hammett, Chandler and Spillane could rival it (probably only MURDER, MY SWEET, THE MALTESE FALCON and KISS ME DEADLY – the Hawks BIG SLEEP is too shambling and confusing an affair for all its attributes). Nicholson’s definitive performance as cocky Jake Gittes meets its match in Faye Dunaway’s apparent femme fatale and uber-villain John Huston. The script by Robert Towne and score by Jerry Goldsmith set the private eye gold standard. And CHINATOWN is the rare private eye film that, for all Jake’s worldly cynicism, has the VERTIGO-like heart and tragedy that the other great private eye movies cited above sorely lack. The sequel, THE TWO JAKES, is much better than its reputation, by the way.

Phantom of the Paradise

5. PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE (1974). How ironic that that steaming piece of cheese, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s stage musical PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, is so popular, and the great rock ‘n’ roll PHANTOM remains a cult item. Paul Williams delivers a fantastic performance and a score equal to it, parodying various rock styles and prescient about several fads to come (a Kiss-style group pre-dates Kiss here). Jessica Harper is charismatic and sings hauntingly well, and William Finley is the perfect sad, crippled, demented Phantom. For a long time Brian DePalma was my favorite contemporary director. He’s had some bad stumbles over the years, but at his best he’s hard to beat. This is the only time, however, that he perfectly merged his comic and melodramatic impulses (well, SISTERS also does it, even more blackly). I also like OBSESSION, which is a wonderful twist on VERTIGO, not the mere rip-off it’s often dismissed as.

6. HERE COMES MR. JORDAN (1941). I have loved this movie since childhood and it’s one I can watch again and again. Robert Montgomery was never better as the boxer whose soul is plucked too early from his body by an over-eager angel, and gets to earn another shot at the title. It has interesting crime and even noir elements, and the ending makes me tear up just thinking about it. Yes, I tear up at movies a lot. Not so much in real life. The remake, HEAVEN CAN WAIT, is excellent but very much the lesser of the two films.

7. MIRACLE ON 34th STREET (1947). This is a perfect piece of Hollywood filmmaking, funny and touching, and maybe a fantasy…we’re never quite sure, which is part of the delight. John Payne might have been a major star had he been given more roles like this, and Maureen O’Hara was never lovelier, at least not in black-and-white. And whatever happened to that delightful kid actor who played her daughter? Natalie something? Then there’s Edmund Gwenn, on loan-out from Hitchcock, transforming the oddly disturbing mythic figure of Santa Claus into a flesh-and-blood being. The courtroom scene is among the best ever filmed, and certainly the funniest, and the post-WW 2 location shooting (including the Macy’s parade) is a real time-machine ride. The other great Christmas films are Alistair Sim’s SCROOGE and Jean Shepherd’s A CHRISTMAS STORY. No other films need apply.

8. HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS WITHOUT REALLY TRYING (1967). Why weren’t more Broadway musicals transferred to film in a faithful fashion like this one? Robert Morse as J. Pierpont Finch is the most lovable bastard imaginable as he climbs to the top over one worthy body after another. His loveable charm – aided by outrageous mugging (he is essentially Jerry Lewis Goes to Grad School) – merges with a flawless Frank Loesser score in an eye-popping pop-art film by director David Swift (the sight gags were by cartoonist Virgil Partch). No other film captured Morse’s boyish charisma, but this single performance will see to it he lives forever. Big props to TV’s MAD MEN for including Morse in their cast.

9. MURDER, HE SAYS (1945). Simply the funniest murder crime movie ever made. Fred MacMurray is the census taker embroiled in mysterious backwoods doings (“It’s a lit-up dawg!”) and his homicidal hostess is Marjorie Main. Lovely Helen Walker (initially doing a cigar-smoking Bonnie Parker turn) is the love interest (she was wonderful in the excellent Tyrone Power noir NIGHTMARE ALLEY as well). “In town police is” indeed. This is finally out on DVD, available at TCM’s web site.

10. THE SEARCHERS (1956). When they tell you John Wayne couldn’t act, pop this one in the deck. John Ford is at his Monument Valley best here, offering up a revenge drama that deals with the cost. In an era where so much is blunt (said the author of the Quarry novels), the quiet way Ford and his screenwriters lay in back story is a revelation. We know that Wayne and his brother’s wife had been lovers, but are never told. Is Natalie Wood his daughter? Is Jeffrey Hunter his son? We are made to wonder, and work it out for ourselves.

11. GROUNDHOG DAY (1993). One of the few truly great traditional Hollywood movies of the last thirty years, and the best film Bill Murray ever made, making it sad that he insists on trying for respectability in precious indie twaddle (how could Wes Anderson begin with RUSHMORE and wind up where he is?). Harold Ramis, that notable SCTV grad, reworks IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE in an imaginative manner that rivals that classic. Comedy and tragedy have seldom been juggled so effectively, nor have the joys and disappointments of living been depicted in such a seemingly offhanded yet devastating way.

12. LI’L ABNER (1959). Another faithfully recorded Broadway hit and a wonderful realization of Al Capp’s great comic strip – probably the greatest of all comic strips. Much underrated as a musical (lively, tuneful score by Johnny Mercer and Gene DePaul, fresh off SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS) and as a satire (“What’s good for General Bullmoose is good for the USA”). Plus, it has Stella Stevens, Julie Newmar, Leslie Parrish and dozens of other ravishing starlets of the late 1950s, not that Peter Palmer’s wonderful lummox Abner ever notices.

13. THE GREAT RACE (1965). Yes, it’s bloated, but this is one of the rare Hollywood big-budget excesses that succeeds. The opening half hour or so is as funny as anything you will ever see (“I’d like to see the Great Leslie try that one!”), and this only re-teaming of SOME LIKE IT HOT’s Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis satirizes various genres (the western, the swashbuckler) while launching a massive pie fight and one wonderful sight gag after another. Blake Edwards was an uneven director to be sure, and coming up with a list of five or six terrible films of his wouldn’t be tough. But this is the guy who created both Peter Gunn and Inspector Clouseau, so respect must be paid. Blu-ray, please!

14. ANATOMY OF A MURDER (1959). Possibly the greatest courtroom drama of all, this one has James Stewart at the top of his mature powers encountering the new breed of young method actor – Ben Gazzara, George C. Scott, Lee Remick – and besting them, barely breaking a sweat (yet they’re terrific, too). It’s a changing-of-the-guard movie, with Golden Age actors like Eve Arden and Arthur O’Connell rubbing shoulders with Orson Bean and Murray Hamilton, with traditional studio-bound filming traded in for location shooting in smalltown Michigan Shocking and sexy in its day, with an ending Hollywood wouldn’t have tried even a year before, the film still makes an impact, as does the Duke Ellington score – did Mancini’s PETER GUNN music for Blake Edwards pave the way for that? Otto Preminger is another uneven director, though seldom an uninteresting one, and it all came together for him here. Recently released on Blu-ray by Criterion.

15. EVIL UNDER THE SUN (1982). Bewilderingly underrated, this is probably the greatest Agatha Christie film derived from a novel (from a play, that would be WITNESS FOR THE PROSECUTION). While the definitive television Poirot is clearly David Suchet, the best of the big-screen Poirots is Peter Ustinov, who is funny and sly and shamelessly scene-stealing here. The all-star cast is as impeccable (Diana Rigg a standout) as the Cole Porter-derived score and the exotic vacation paradise. There are few better ways to while away a Sunday afternoon than watching this one, which is also a very clever, memorable mystery with a solution that is as fair as it is impossible to reach. Absolutely the best Poirot summation-to-the-suspects in any medium.

16. START THE REVOLUTION WITHOUT ME (1970). Let’s get this out of the way: this movie is a mess, really something of a shambles. But it is so goddamn funny. Gene Wilder and Donald Sutherland, doing a Corsican Brothers turn, might have been among the screen’s greatest comedy teams, had they ever worked together again. Wilder is at his manic best here, and this is a reminder of how funny he could be at the outset of his slightly disappointing career. I’ve always felt that YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN (worthy of being listed here) was the downfall of both Wilder and Mel Brooks. Together, they were Lennon and McCartney. Apart they were…Lennon and McCartney. Brooks without Wilder’s inherent sweetness became strident, and Wilder without Brooks’ cynical edge went soft. To see Wilder at his most hysterical in several senses of the word, you need to track down this French revolution farce. Another Wilder obscurity worth tracking down: QUACKSER FORTUNE HAS A COUSIN IN THE BRONX.

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A nice review of BLOOD AND THUNDER has popped up, illustrated with the new Amazon Encore cover. Looks like the Amazon reprints are creating new interest in Nate Heller.

Here’s a nice mini-review of the Quarry short story “A Matter of Principal” in the new e-book anthology from Top Suspense, FAVORITE KILLS.

And a really nice write-up about Heller in general and BYE BYE, BABY in particular appears here.

Finally, my buddy Ed Gorman reprinted some of my diatribe about the use of the word “hack” at his great blog, and went on to write his own piece on the subject. Check it out!

M.A.C.