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Now Hear This – Sam Spade Speaks

Tuesday, January 27th, 2026

The audio book of my novel Return of the Maltese Falcon is available now.


Digital Audiobook: Nook Kobo Google Play Apple Books

Here’s a preview of the narration by Dan John Miller:

Let’s talk about Dan John Miller for a moment. I have two narrators of choice (and I’m usually asked by the audio publisher who those narrators are). One is Stefan Rudnicki, who took over for Stacy Keach on the last batch of Mike Hammer novels, and has become the voice of Quarry.

The other is Dan John Miller, who has done quite a bit of my stuff but is most importantly the voice of Nate Heller. You can hear him as Heller most recently on The Big Bundle and Too Many Bullets.

Another narrator who is a favorite of Barb and mine, who has done the last several Antiques novels, is Gabrielle de Cuir. We’ve not been fans of previous readers, one of whom read Vivian Borne with a Southern accent (!). (Yeah, Iowa is definitely the deep South.) She has also read, with full sound effects and scores, the Fancy Anders novellas. (We’ve had a recent nibble on my completed Fancy Anders novel – I’ll let you know if/when that happens.)

Return of the Maltese Falcon seems to be doing very well, with the exception of apparently Barnes & Noble, who don’t seem to be stocking it very aggressively.

Why? (You may ask.) Barnes & Noble bases its orders by an author on what the previous author’s book’s numbers were. They seem to routinely carry my stuff, but in the mystery section with a copy or two. That we have scored three rave reviews by the three industry reviewing services (Publisher’s Weekly giving us a starred review), are doing well at Amazon, and that this is a sequel to what is widely considered the best private eye novel ever written, appears to carry no weight.

Don’t know what I can do about it, although if you are a regular shopper at a Barnes & Noble (as I am), and you don’t see the book, please inquire and make a small fuss. Small. If you want to order it from the store (a process that seems rather pointless in these online days), do so.

Also, if you are hardcore enough, snap a photo of Return of the Maltese Falcon in the wild – particularly if it’s a Barnes & Noble. I will run it here. A photo here represents what J. Kingston Pierce of the essential Rap Sheet sent along.


Madison Books, Seattle. Photo: J. Kingston Pierce.

Meanwhile, terrific notices keep coming in.

Here’s one I’ll share with you by Craig Zablo, who knows his stuff (that dreams are made of).

RETURN OF THE MALTESE FALCON

First sentence…
“Samuel Spade, leaning back in his swivel-chair, studied the modest pine tree that might have sprouted tinsel-trimmed from where his late partner’s desk had till lately stood.”

The Overview: Beware of Spoilers…

THEN…
Detective Sam Spade was pulled into the search for the legendary Maltese Falcon, a jewel-encrusted gold statuette intended as a gift for the 16th century King of Spain. Spade’s partner was murdered. Spade was the prime suspect.

Brigid O’Shaughnessy who hired Spade, was willing to use money, her female charms and anything else to get Spade’s protection from criminals after the Falcon. The others were Casper Gutman, an obese gentleman malefactor and his thugs, Cairo and Wilmer Cook. Gutman depended on his brains and lies. When that didn’t work, Cairo and Cook would use their guns.

In addition to Spade’s partner, two others were killed in pursuit of the bird. Turns out Brigid was the murderess. She’s now behind bars. So is Cairo. But the story doesn’t end there…

NOW…

About a week has passed since Sam Spade’s life was upended. Rhea Gutman, the teenage daughter of Casper Gutman, wants to hire Spade to find the Maltese Falcon. Rhea informs Spade, her father was murdered, but she wants to complete his life’s mission. Rhea believes the Falcon is somewhere close. Spade accepts her retainer.

In short order, Spade is approached independently by several people who also want the Falcon.

Dixie Monahan, an infamous and dangerous Chicago gambler. He has no legal claim to the bird, but sees an opportunity to make money.

Corinne Wonderly, the younger sister of the imprisoned Brigid O’Shaughnessy wants to get and sell the Falcon. She plans to use the money raised to help her sister get a good lawyer.

Stewart Blackwood is a British Museum curator. He claims that he legally purchased the Maltese Falcon and it was stolen. Blackwood has a bill of sale.

Never one to turn down money, Spade accepts retainers from each.

Spade then works to untangle the lies, double crosses, twisted motivations and shifting alliances brought on by greed and self-preservation. Several people have already died in pursuit of the jewel-encrusted bird.

More will as well.

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Recently Max Allan Collins gave away several copies of Return of the Maltese Falcon. I was a lucky winner. Truth be told, I would have bought a copy had I not won one.

Collins is an author that I follow. I’m a huge fan of Max Allan Collins’ Nate Heller series. Every new Heller tale is a must-buy for me. Collins also completed several of Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer novels (from partially finished manuscripts and outlines). I’ve read almost all of them. Collins’ Quarry crime novels are also good. I’ve read some of them. Same could be said for Collins’ Ms. Tree comics, his Dick Tracy strips and his movie adaptations and other novels. Max Allan Collins can be counted on to deliver a great tale each time out, but it’s his Nate Heller series that does it best for me.

Return of the Maltese Falcon shouldn’t be thought of as a sequel. It’s a continuation of the story. Taking on Hammet’s classic characters was a bold move. I’m very happy to say that Collins met the challenge.

Collins is to be commended. Not only for daring to step up and continue Hammet’s classic, but also for his ease at transporting readers to 1928 San Franciso. Collins take on Spade and the other characters feels like Hammet from their motivations to dialogue. Collins’ humor (just the right amount) and witty dialogue shine. The plot twists are unexpected, but not outlandish. They work to provide a surprisingly and satisfying climax.

Return of the Maltese Falcon not only reaches the bar set by Collins’ Nate Heller novels but that of Hammet in the original tale. I don’t say this lightly.

I’d love to see Collins provide us with another Sam Spade outing. Maybe even one that crosses over with Nate Heller.

Return of the Maltese Falcon gets my highest recommendation.

Rating: FIVE STARS

Here is another one:

Marvin Minkler – Modern First Editions·
Return of The Maltese Falcon.
Max Allan Collins.
Hard Case Crime/Titan Books.
First Edition – January 2026

“Don’t be too sure I’m as crooked as I’m supposed to be. That kind of reputation might be good business – bringing in the high-priced jobs and making it easier to deal with the enemy.” – Sam Spade in Dashiell Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon.

What ever became of the Maltese Falcon…

Closed the covers on this deeply satisfying journey back to San Francisco 1928, and to the Spade & Archer detective agency office of Sam Spade, soon after the events of Dashiell Hammett’s classic novel, The Maltese Falcon ended.

Max Allan Collins has penned a well written, researched, and respectful sequel to the search for the “dingus” as Spade calls the golden bird.

Familiar faces return; alluring femme fatales beckon, grifters, killers, and cops. The pages fly by, the chase is on, and as the plot thickens, bodies fall, the reader is pulled in, enjoying the ride, and loving it all. This is a damn fine book.

The author’s respect for Hammett and the genre is apparent on every page. As Max Allan Collins writes in the epilogue the novel is “a kind of love letter to Dashiell Hammett and the private eye form.”

Highly recommend.

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I don’t talk politics here except very, very rarely. I do this because I want to respect the opinions of others and, frankly, I have no desire to alienate friends, which is how I view anybody who reads my work and comes back for more.

There is always, as Pee Wee Herman wisely said, a big but.

Last week I posted a link to an article critical of the Trump Administration. I didn’t do it here: I mean for this to be a politics free zone. But some of what’s been going on, particularly in my neighboring state of Minnesota, where some of Barb’s relatives live, makes it tough to stay silent and live with myself. The people up there are almost as nice as those in their neighboring Canada.

I got about fifty “likes” or “loves” from it, and a dozen comments, mostly favorable. A couple weren’t and one of them troubled me – not because of a political disagreement. Two things stop me from posting or responding to political stuff because (a) a few years ago I lost one of my best friends that way, and (b) nobody – NOBODY – ever won an argument on the Internet. Zero minds have been changed.

Still, I’d had enough and said so by sharing an essay by the Bulwark’s Jonathan V. Last, a writer I much admire.

Now as to the troubling comment. I am not going to reprint the writer’s name because I have no wish to embarrass or shame him, nor do I want to pick a fight. I only share this because the writer is fellow fiction writer, a thriller and private eye novelist who appears to be quite successful. I’d never heard of him but that means nothing. The only fiction writers I pay attention to are dead ones.

This is his post: “You should have continued to stay away from politics. Now you’re just another asshole. Goodbye.”

Let’s start with the last bit: I don’t recall meeting or engaging in any way with this fiction writer. Maybe I have – I’ve been to a lot of Bouchercons and Edgar Awards dinners, so, yes, I may have. If so it was friendly. I can say this because I have never had anything but friendly meetings with fellow wordsmiths at either Bouchercon or the Edgars.

Let’s go to the first sentence: he’s probably right. I should have stayed out of politics for the reasons I’ve stated above. I particularly don’t want to do it here, because that’s not what you’ve dropped by for. You (thank you for this!) are interested in what books and movies and so on I have coming out, and maybe enjoy the occasional essay I write here about pop culture.

It’s the middle sentence that troubled me.

Hey, not the first time I’ve been called an asshole. My father routinely called me a smart-ass and I seem to have survived that.

It’s the rudeness, I guess, the lack of civility that kind of stunned me. I shouldn’t have been – because people for years have gone to Facebook and its ilk to misbehave, to say things to people they wouldn’t dream of saying to their faces.

I try to imagine an instance where I would call someone an asshole in public, much less one who was a fellow toiler in the mystery game. I am not famous but I am known within the field. There are other ways to be displeased with me and my opinions then saying goodbye to someone you never said hello to, as well as call that person an asshole in an apparent attempt to, what? Embarrass them?

A lot of things are going on right now that are worth complaining about. But must we cross the line into truly hateful speech? Mickey Spillane and I did not agree on politics, but it never got in the way of the greatest friendship I ever had with a fellow writer…and I’ve had some good ones. I mean, he fucking entrusted Mike Hammer to me. We did talk politics, rarely, but it never got nasty. We were friends. Fellow Americans. Fellow humans.

Before we all start holding hands and singing “Kumbaya,” let me just say one political thing and then I’ll stop: I know Nazi shit when I see it.

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I completed my draft of Antiques Web (from Barb’s excellent draft) a day ago, and tomorrow will start the final read-through and tweak. That usually takes two days.

So we are very close.

I have also confirmed that there will be a DVD of Death by Fruitcake (the Antiques movie) out in February, simultaneously with its POD release. Much more later.

Also more on the Star City Festival and the upcoming wide release of the audio drama, True Crime: The Assassination of Anton Cermak.

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Our friend Dave — caught in the wild reading Quarry!

Here’s a nice write-up about the Quarry novels and the forthcoming 50th anniversary novel in the series, Quarry’s Reunion.

Both Baby, It’s Murder (the final Mike Hammer) and Antiques Round-up (the most recent Antiques novel) are on Glen Davis’ favorite books of 2025.

One of Marshall Rogers’ 13 lasting contributions to Batman is my brief collaboration with him, launching the Batman comic strip.

Thanks for listening to my non-political political rant.

M.A.C.

Quarry on the Way, Return of the Maltese Falcon Here!

Tuesday, January 20th, 2026

Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings…and Max Allan Collins writes a book.

Ah, if it were only that easy, but the vagaries of publishing – writing books over time with several publishers printing the results in the same calendar year and even right on top of each other – mean that my efforts to make a living seem offensive to some.

This has been less of a problem lately, as much of my work has appeared either at Hard Case Crime or their parent company Titan; and the Antiques series is happily settled at Severn House (Antiques Web is the book I’m working on now, from my wife Barb’s first pass – we’re “Barbara Allan” together).

The announcement of Quarry’s Reunion, the 50th anniversary Quarry novel, has brought up the old question, “Is there anything we can do to stop this guy?”

At my age, I’ll be stopped soon enough. The point now is to get as many stories worth telling told while I’m still on the planet, and generate some income for what are inaccurately described as the Golden Years.

Quarry is fifty years old (actually older – dating to 1972 at the latest) because the first novel, Quarry (originally titled The Broker) came out in 1976. I did four books in the series and then was not invited back by Berkley Books. A hearty band of readers discovered the books and this led to a fifth novel, published in the ‘80s (Quarry’s Vote, originally titled Primary Target) and a handful of Quarry short stories. One of the latter got turned into a short film I wrote, “A Matter of Principal.” This led to the first Quarry film, The Last Lullaby, which I co-wrote. Quarry is called Price in that film because I didn’t want to allow any sequel rights. Here’s an article/assessment by Douglas Buck about all of that from 2020.

It also led to the novel The Last Quarry allowing me to pick the series back up on a more or less regular basis. The last few have each felt like the last book in the series, and Quarry’s Reunion is no exception. But he’s a hard character for me to shake off.

Incidentally, he’s not a sociopath, as he’s often referred to. If he were a sociopath, he’d be less scary or (or maybe I should say) not as disturbing.

Here’s the magnificent new Paul Mann cover.

Quarry's Reunion cover reveal

Right now I need to remind you that The Return of the Maltese Falcon is the main thing of the moment (month) (year) until November when Quarry’s Reunion comes out). We’ve had incredible reviews for Falcon, and most of the posted comments at Amazon have been favorable to say the least, though a few naysayers are among the gold.

The handful of complaints have included: it’s not a typical Collins book (agreed); Sam Spade gets beat up too much (actually, hit on the head twice, which is about P.I. par); it’s better that the falcon never be found (so a second book should end like the first?); and it’s generally “cheesy” (a complaint I’d take seriously if even just one example had been provided).

On the other hand, if you read Return of the Maltese Falcon, and like it, you’ll be doing it and me a great service by reviewing at Amazon and elsewhere. Reviews can be short – a couple of lines – or as in depth as you like.

Also, if you have a blog, a review there will be helpful. The Barnes & Noble site is useful, too.

It’s gratifying to get all these fine reviews. Here’s another by Scott Montgomery at the Hard Word.

But there are frustrations. Two trips to the nearby Quad Cities – to a Bam! and a Barnes & Noble – revealed no sign of the book on sale at all. Not on the New Releases, not in the mystery section, not even in local authors, the ghetto I wind up in, in this part of the world for having had the bad judgment to be born here and stayed.

If you spot Return of the Maltese Falcon out in the wild, take a photo with your phone and e-mail it to me at macphilms@hotmail.com.

I had such a great response to the book giveaway of Falcon that I was frustrated not to be able to send a signed copy to everyone who entered. What would you think about me getting a bookplate I could sign and send to anyone who requested one?

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Here’s Crime Fiction Lover’s article on the forthcoming Quarry’s Reunion.

I appeared on You Tube on the popular Comic Book School show with hosts Buddy Scalera and Tom Fasolo, and with comic book and storyboard artist Jay Martin. It’s a fun show and you get to see Jay ink a page he drew based on a scene in The Return of the Maltese Falcon. This guy is good!

M.A.C.

One-Star Amazon Reviews and Bobby Darin and Dragnet, Oh My!

Tuesday, October 21st, 2025

J. Kingston Pierce of The Rap Sheet – one of the best (if not the best) crime fiction web sites around – has long been a supporter of my work and this update/blog.

He wrote me recently: “I have suffered through spotty access to your blog for months. I generally use the Mozilla Web browser, but more often than not that has told me, ‘the page isn’t redirecting properly’ when I tried to pull up your web site….So decided to download the Microsoft Edge browser recently, and voila! Suddenly I have access again to your blog and the rest of your web site. That’s how I learned–finally–that you were rethinking which Nate Heller novel to write next, about which I wrote in my latest Rap Sheet “Bullet Points” post.

Here’s the link.

I am thrilled to have Jeff Pierce back in the fold, and he has since written a terrific piece in his other blog, Killer Covers, about the Paul Mann painting adorning the forthcoming Quarry’s Reunion and the character’s upcoming 50th reunion.

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Barb and I usually watch a movie in the evening, and sometimes I follow up with another, after she heads to the Land of Nod.

In my need for something more bite-size (when another movie seems too much), I have become something of a You Tube addict, and – minorly to say the least – a You Tube celebrity (?!). I appear every Sunday on Robert Meyer Burnett’s Let Get Physical Media, which airs at one p.m. Central Time, with me showing up around 2 p.m. for my True Noir segment, in which I discuss film noir and other crime/mystery films that have appeared recently on physical media. My segment is usually around an hour. (See below for a link to a recent episode.)

Today I want to share some samples of wonderful things I’ve found and watched on You Tube, starting with Paul F. Tompkins presenting the Amazon 1-Star Review Theater, which I think any fiction fan will find hilarious.

From near the end of his life, my favorite performer is seen in this clip doing one of his best hits. Like “Mack the Knife,” this one – “Artificial Flowers” – is all about Bobby Darin thumbing his nose at the early death he knew he was facing.

This is a prime example of 1950s Dragnet, though it’s not the first episode, as it’s labeled. It demonstrates what a terrific director Jack Webb was, how quietly well-acted an episode could be, and how innovative the writing (I believe this was from a James E. Moser radio script). What characterizes Webb’s direction is a combination of verbal understatement and visual shouting. That’s a function of the need to fill small early ‘50s TV screens with something big and eye-catching.

Webb had actually been something of a comedian on some of his radio shows (hard to believe, I know) and his sense of humor (sometimes fine, sometimes cringe-worthy) began to creep into later episodes. When the humor worked, it was usually with the unusual and sometimes overtly comic witnesses Joe Friday and his partner would interview; when it didn’t work, it was usually in other witness interviews, the idea being that Friday and Smith would be low-key and the funny witnesses over the top.

But Webb transformed cop shows on early TV much as I, Love Lucy transformed sitcoms. He truly is an unsung genius. If you only know Webb’s late ‘60s and early ‘70s color Dragnet, you don’t know what he – and his famous program – was capable of.

Here’s a link to the most recent episode of Let’s Get Physical Media, where in my True Noir segment I discuss, among other things, the great under-remembered crime writer, W.R. Burnett.

I also have done several segments with my buddy Heath Holland on his Cereal at Midnight channel, where we talk about our favorite films in various genres. Here’s one of them, as we chose our ten favorite Westerns (five each).

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Finally, as Halloween approaches, I thought I might take the liberty of recommending a horror novel of my own…well, and of Mickey Spillane’s. This one has flown under most readers’ radar, and I’m proud of my contribution to Mickey’s only strictly horror-oriented novel. Get it here. It’s considerably cheaper than at Amazon.

M.A.C.

Completing the 50th Anniversary Quarry Novel

Tuesday, October 14th, 2025

The past week was a tough writing one. Two days of writing that wrapped up a complex plot better than I could ever have hoped. This left me in an almost celebratory state, because I finished Quarry’s Reunion, the 50th anniversary Quarry novel (the first book in the series, Quarry – originally titled The Broker – was published in 1976).

Quarry's Reunion cover painting by Paul Mann
Art (copyright 2025) by Paul Mann for the cover of QUARRY’S REUNION, to be published in late 2026.

I had wrestled with the plot, which is an unusual one for Quarry as it’s a more traditional murder mystery than a crime novel, and has lots of moving parts, more Christie than Spillane. Right now I don’t know how my editor and agent will react to a change of pace like this; but I can really only write the novel that wants to be written. This one, appropriately given the 50th anniversary aspect, delves into Quarry’s past in a way I never have before.

The story that presented itself to me was almost something out of Grace Metalious. If that reference doesn’t mean anything to you, or even if it does, I’ll just say she was the underrated author of Peyton Place, one of the best-selling (and most scandalous) novels of the ‘50s and early ‘60s. I had to develop a whole cast, even generations thereof, the residents of a town in Ohio about the same size of my own smallish Muscatine, Iowa. I literally (not figuratively) wrote half a dozen breakdowns of the characters and their relationships, both familial and romantic, detailing a trust fund that would be the engine of the mystery, i.e., who would/could benefit financially from the death of a character or two.

These cast breakdowns and plot notions were very complicated, and my writer wife Barb suffered through each of them, telling me what worked and didn’t.

Further complicating matters, I began the book – did several chapters – before going into the hospital for an ablation procedure to deal with my a-fib. This turned into a nightmarish month of emergency room visits, ambulance rides, and three hospital stays, the middle one of which found me hallucinating about where I was and whether or not I was investigating a murder.

I wrote about this here before.

I bring it up, because it’s not normal for me to return to a book I began and plotted before having surgery and hallucinations. Kind of hard to just get back in.

But pretty much that’s what I did, although the intricacies of this plot with its Peyton Place-type sexual and criminal shenanigans found me having to re-plot every chapter or two. I often say that fiction writing consists of solving problems of your own creation.

So after I finished the book, having read it and made my revisions (minor as usual), I was pleased that it seemed, as Larry David would say, pretty, pretty good.

I work in WordPerfect and have to convert a manuscript to Word for submission to my editor. This inevitably has some hick-ups, some glitchy travails for Barb – who enters my corrections and the more minor revisions – and me. That makes this inevitable day of getting the book in shape to send always a stressful one.

But we got it out that door, sent to both my editor and my agent.

Whew!

Great to have that over!

I slept soundly and well that night, content that all was right in the world, except for our political situation of course, and then, at 4:44 a.m., I sat up in bed, horribly wide awake.

Somewhere in my brain, while I slumbered, the realization formed that I’d made a mistake in the novel, a really, really big one, with ramifications that would echo through the entire novel.

I got up and tried to solve the problem, resolve the issues it created. I sat in my recliner downstairs with a notebook in my lap and wrote down ideas, timeline shifts, anything I could come up with that wouldn’t damage a book I really liked as it was…but definitely required fixing. How to do that without a page one rewrite?

Barb noticed some lights were on downstairs and came down from the master bedroom to see what was up – had they been left on? Certainly her husband couldn’t be up at 5:45 a.m.!

But he was.

And never gladder to see my lovely bride.

I told her of my massive screw-up, and Barb – who reads my books in progress, chapter by chapter – admitted she hadn’t noticed the goof either. (By the way, I have no intention of sharing with you what that goof was. This piece is as close to an admission as you’ll get.)

We batted ideas around. We each came up with solutions, but none of them were easy or even practical fixes. As you might imagine, this went on for a while. I can only say I was grateful – felt blessed – to have a writer for a wife who could help me in a situation like this.

Finally we came up with something, something that would be manuscript-wide but mostly cosmetic, not disrupting the narrative and its flow.

I did not go back to bed. (I had already, by the way, sent my editor and agent e-mails telling them to dump the previous version of the book I’d sent them. A new version would be along soon.) I went back to the keyboard.

I’m not sure, but I think I worked up till about 4 p.m., with a short lunch break, and sent to my editor and agent the revised version. Then I took a long, long nap.

The next day I was worthless, as you might imagine, tired as hell and unsteady; but relieved. So very relieved.

Thank you, Barbie.

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This good interview with me by the great Andrew Sumner of Titan, at the San Diego Comic Con, is right here:

M.A.C.