Posts Tagged ‘Road to Perdition’

Comeback for Physical Media?

Tuesday, May 12th, 2026

I am writing this on Mother’s Day and want to give you a belated chance to celebrate (since this appears on the Tuesday after).

In keeping with that holiday, You can watch my movies Mommy and Mommy 2: Mommy’s Day on Prime (and elsewhere) right here:

Mommy

Mommy 2: Mommy’s Day

And you can visit mother-and-daughter sleuths, Vivian and Brandy Borne (from the Barbara Allan Antiques mystery novels by Barb and me) in our little movie Death By Fruitcake right here:

Death by Fruitcake

If you prefer to visit Mommy on physical media, try here (best price).

And Death by Fruitcake on DVD (no Blu-ray) is here – your support is MUCH appreciated!

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Ted Turner died last week.

He created cable as we came to know it, and he created CNN and the 24-hour news cycle, and actually a lot more. I celebrate his dedication (through TCM) to making classic (and not so classic) films from the dawn of sound up.

He did not create streaming. I’m not sure anybody should have, at least not in the expensive, dishonest, frequently stupid way it has evolved. I don’t have to explain “expensive” – it’s the reason why following worthwhile shows on various streaming “services” is prohibitive for anyone but the wealthy.

I should explain “dishonest,” though – it’s the way we were sold a bill of goods that “everything” would be available to us at a click and we would no longer need physical media, like DVDs, Blu-rays and 4K discs. This has proven not only to be false but what is available (even after we’ve paid the monthly service charge) often includes a fee with no physical media attached. You can “buy” a movie this way, and “own” it, only to have it stripped away sooner or later without notice.

And I will explain “stupid” by way of the reality that streaming services are funding series and movies often well below the former standard of cable and even network TV. The drawback of network TV was always the limited channels; but the plus has been occasional shows of quality like classic Star Trek, Twilight Zone, Perry Mason and Seinfeld – which generated what used to be called “water cooler” talk.

Yes there are first-rate streaming series – as indicated, enough of them to make prohibitive signing onto a streaming service for its one or two good seriess. But quality shows happen only because talented people, not in need of guidance from a corporate daddy or mommy, can create a Sopranos or Breaking Bad or Curb Your Enthusiasm.

Give streaming accidental credit for that much.

And I say “accidental” because the streaming services show no signs of telling good from bad, mediocre from excellent. A series like Apple’s Palm Royale with the great Kristin Wiig and Carole Burnett can begin well and sputter into unexpected embarrassment. That same service’s Hijack can have an excellent first season and a become a travesty of itself in the second. And if you can’t give Idris Elba something worthwhile to wrap his acting chops around, give up.

The missus and I often sit down of an evening to peruse the streaming possibilities from Netflix to HBOMax, from Apple to Peacock, and we’ve been to Hulu, Disney and Paramount Plus (among others) on our travels and through the associated travails. And what we end up doing, three out of four times at least, is turning to my substantial collection of physical media – where we know something will be worth re-watching, with the unwatched tempting enough for me to have laid money down for its individual promise.

I am part of Robert Meyer Burnett and Dieter Bastien’s Let’s Get Physical Media show which is on most Sunday afternoons (1 p.m. Central). There I discuss noir and noir adjacent releases, and Rob and Dieter focus mostly on science fiction, fantasy, horror and fun schlock (Dieter proudly self-describes as the Trash Panda). I’ll include a window on a recent episode – I show up an hour or so in for an hour so appearance, recommending Blu-ray and 4K releases. Occasionally DVDs, too.

The decline of physical media for movies and TV has created a collector class for whom the Let’s Get Physical Media show is designed. These are collectors after boxed sets of single and multiple releases, fancy editions with slip covers and tons of bonus featrues and assorted bells and whistles including books – and it’s not unusual for one of these limited releases to cost fifty bucks or more.

But on every episode it’s noted that, of new discs, DVD sales still rule, with Blu-ray lagging behind and the superior format, 4K, a virtual afterthought. And yet in recent months physical media is making a vinyl-like comeback. Best Buy and Barnes & Noble are still strong in sales of all three forms (most other brick-and-mortar stores dropped out of physical media sales of video a couple of years ago).

What’s interesting about the comeback of physical media is that it’s driven by two groups: those special edition collectors I mentioned; but also Gen Z buyers – a younger generation that has rejected the streaming era and is turning to…DVD.

It’s a good trend – young people building libraries reflecting their personal tastes. One aspect of the trend has these Z’ers – with less disposable income than some previous gens of kids – going to Goodwill and other second-hand stores and buying DVDs for a few bucks (or even one buck). These buyers are less concerned having the high def aspect (if at all), possibly because they are used to the small screens on their phones, and video that’s just okay is okay by them.

I’m going to stop short of saying, “Physical media is back, baby!” But it’s definitely a shifting scene.

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My buddy, editor/publisher Charles Ardai has an in-depth Crime Reads interview here about Hard Case Crime (and I rate a mention or two).

The movie version of Road to Perdition gets included in this list of great mob movies. (Exciting Perdition news forthcoming.)

M.A.C.

Dashiell Hammett and the Short, Guttural Verb

Tuesday, March 31st, 2026

I caution the easily offended – and even those who are understandably offended – but what I have to say in today’s update will frequently contain a certain word that likely originated from Germanic or Old Norse languages (e.g., ficken, fokken), meaning “to strike,” “thrust,” or “move back and forth.” It has for centuries been a forbidden, rude word. And it’s going to appear throughout this little essay.

So buckle up, or fuck off.

I remember the first time I heard the word. It was during recess on the schoolyard – specifically Grant School here in Muscatine, Iowa, in the mid-1950s. It came from a particularly scruffy kid and I knew, from the glee with which it was spoken, that I had heard something special, and not in a good way. I inquired of a fellow classmate and was told, in no uncertain terms, that this word was one that could get a kid (scruffy or not) in a world of trouble.

By junior high (this was now the late fifties/early sixties), the word sneaked out from the locker-room lips of my fellow classmates. The first time I saw it in print was in the novelization of the original Ocean’s Eleven (1960). It startled me enough that I remember the specific instance and where I was at the time (study hall).

And I didn’t see it again in print for perhaps a year – possibly in a Harold Robbins novel. But I read a lot of sleaze in those days (and nights) and can assure you its appearances on the page was infrequent.

By high school, however, the word ran rampant. My group of guys had nicknames for each other that we found absolutely hilarious – of course one of us was Fuck-head, another Fuck-nose, yes Fuck-butt and the supremely offensive Fuck-shit, which had us in stitches. Hard to believe as it may be, I do not remember which “Fuck” designate I bore.

By high school graduation in 1966, “fuck” was damn near casual among my male crowd, and by community college and my U of Iowa days it was beyond common among all sexes. Athletes and hippies alike were sporting and snorting language that had begun creepy-crawling into the American vocabulary after soldiers came back from fighting WW2 overseas.

As a budding writer – I began writing short stories and novellas in junior high, and novels in high school – I was struck by how rare the word “fuck” appeared in print, even as it had wormed its way into more casual conversational use. But even in those days, “fuck” had weight. It made a point.

I took great pride in being one of the first writers to use “fuck” and “fucking” and “fucked” rather freely in my fiction. I may have been the first to use the phrase “Jesus fucking Christ” (you’re welcome). I was breaking down, or anyway helping break down, a fairly stupid barrier. I felt that people in my novels needed to sound something approximating how people actually talked. “Fuck” coming out of the closet lost some of the word’s power, but that struck me as all right.

And yet.

“Fuck” has become something lazy writers use far too often, particularly in films. Recently Barb and I went to Ready or Not 2: Here I Come, a sequel to (not surprisingly) Ready or Not. We liked the first movie and had a great time with the second one, too. We were fine with the violence and the mean-spirited fun – we knew what we were getting into, after all. Not everyone likes those movies, but we find them enjoyable dark comedies.

And…yet….

The dialogue, as is so often the case now, was just one “fuck” (and its derivatives) after another. It’s a tempting word to use. It has a history of power, even if it’s lacking in power now. It’s so much more satisfying than “damn” or even “goddamn,” since you land on a soft “m,” and who is impressed by “god” anymore, anyway?

And “fuck” has that wonderful “fuh” at the start and hard landing on the “k.” But that hard landing is dulled by overuse. The opening episode of For All Mankind’s fifth season – a solid, smart show – presents an alternate history of the space program in which everyone seems to live on the planet “fuck.”

I’m not talking about the act of, you know, fucking. Just the word. I still like to use it for that special punch. That unexpected kick. Only it increasingly packs a lesser punch, and it’s become more and more the refuge of writers who think the more salt you shake onto the meal, well, the tastier it’s gonna be.

In writing Return of the Maltese Falcon, I had great fun doing variations on Hammett’s way around using the then-forbidden word “fuck,” when gunsel Wilmer Cook insults Sam Spade – “The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second ‘you.'”

So to all you aspiring writers, whether of novels or screenplays or comics, my advice is: use some goshdarn restraint. Sprinkle the salt on your prose, don’t pour the fucking shit – it’s not a Winter sidewalk.

Anyway, it’s Spring now, so back the fuck off.

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Some folks have asked about the major missing list from my recent couple of rounds of lists, so here it is:

FIVE FAVORITE MYSTERY WRITERS
1. Mickey Spillane
2. Dashiell Hammett
3. Raymond Chandler
4. Rex Stout
5. Agatha Christie
(number six is Erle Stanley Gardner)

One of the reasons why I say “favorite” and not “best” is that these are personal distinctions, not absolute opinions.

Let’s rearrange the list.

BEST MYSTERY WRITERS
1. Dashiell Hammett (from which everything noir flowed)
2. Raymond Chandler (the biggest influence on the genre)
3. Mickey Spillane (the writer who transformed the genre)
4. Agatha Christie (the greatest plotter)
5. Rex Stout (the most entertaining)

So while Stout comes in #4 on my favorite list, and #5 on my best list, I have no trouble admitting that I’d rather sit down to read a newly discovered Nero Wolfe/Archie Goodwin mystery than something by anyone else on these two glorious lists.

No further explanations will be offered (probably).

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I am pleased to see that Road to Perdition (the film) continues to attract attention, particularly as a notable movie based on a “comic book.” These are worth checking out.

https://intheseats.ca/the-its-lists-comicon-special-top-non-superhero-comic-book-movies/

https://fanboyfactor.com/2026/03/movies-you-didnt-know-came-from-comics/

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My buddy Heath Holland’s Cereal at Midnight YouTube videos are always worth a look. Heath and I have been doing frequent commentaries for Blu-ray releases for the likes of Kino Lorber and Imprint. We’ll be doing one this afternoon.

Heath recently interviewed me about my return to indie filmmaking, by way of micro budgets. This covers ground no one else has. You may find this worthwhile.

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The True Noir event at the Putnam Museum and Science Center in Davenport, Iowa, has been rescheduled for May 28 and 29 (the last Thursday and Friday of May). On the first night we’ll be screening the restoration of the 1941 Maltese Falcon on the Putnam’s IMAX screen, followed by Robert Meyer Burnett (flying in from California – I believe he’s lining up at the airport now) interviewing me about Return of the Maltese Falcon. On Friday we’ll be presenting in the IMAX theater the opening chapters of our full-cast audio drama (based on my novel True Detective), True Noir: The Assassination of Anton Cermak.

Much more about this as the event approaches.

M.A.C.

You May Have Missed Some of These…

Tuesday, November 11th, 2025

I try not to be overly commerce-oriented here, doing topics (in the Bob and Doug vein) that might be of interest to readers of mine in a fashion that doesn’t necessarily promote something that’s just come out or is about to.

Many of you who stop by here are fans of Nate Heller and/or Quarry and/or Mike Hammer, and some of the other things I do are not of much – perhaps of any – interest. I want to speak to those readers right now and discuss a few things of mine that they may not have tried.

Yes, here at the Skippy Peanut Butter Company, we have both smooth and chunky style.

I have done very well at Amazon’s publishing line, Thomas & Mercer, with my back-list titles, chiefly Nate Heller but also the “disaster” series, the five Mallory novels and a few stand-alones. My frequent collaborator, Matthew V. Clemens, has co-authored five successful T & M titles with me, including the bestselling Reeder & Rogers political-thriller trilogy, notably Supreme Justice.

I also did two novels about small-town Chief of Police Krista Larson and her retired police detective father, Keith Larson, who solve crimes in tourist-trap Galena, Illinois. These were designed to be my American entry into the “Nordic noir”-style of mystery. The first, Girl Most Likely, did rather well. The second one, Girl Can’t Help It, is the only Thomas & Mercer title of mine that hasn’t “earned out,” i.e., made back its advance.

Girl Can’t Help It is also the only novel of mine that deals with my experiences as a rock musician (I was a “weekend warrior,” singing and playing keyboards, for almost sixty years). The lack of success the novel has thus far experienced may reflect readers of Girl Most Likely not liking that novel enough to try the second in the series. I hope that is not the case, but….Anyway, I had planned a third but that never happened, for obvious reasons.

But if you like my work, you will probably enjoy meeting Krista and her father.

If you’ve followed my Mike Hammer titles, in which I complete unfinished material from Mickey Spillane’s files, you may also be familiar with the three Hard Case Crime non-Hammer titles, Dead Street, The Consummata and The Last Stand. But are you aware of the one Spillane horror novel that I completed?

The Menace, published by Wolfpack, I developed from an unfilmed Mickey Spillane film script. I had done this previously with the western, The Saga of Caleb York, also Kensington titles. The Menace reflected Mickey’s desire to meet Stephen King on the latter’s home ground, a monstrous menace terrorizing a father and his mentally challenged son, who may – or may not – be imagining he’s being protected by a resurrected Aztec mummy. I like the book a lot, but it’s easily the least read Spillane/Collins title.


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One of the great disappointments of my writing life has been how few readers have found their way to the John Sand trilogy written by Matt Clemens and me. The conceit of these novels, set in ‘60s period, is that John Sand is the retired (and now unfortunately famous) secret agent who James Bond was based on. These gave Matt and me a chance to expose our inner Bondian natures, and I frankly think these books they’re terrific. They were published individually by Wolfpack. Here’s the third of the three.


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I talk about the Antiques series here frequently, the slyly subversive “cozy” mysteries that my wife Barb and I write together. It’s the longest-running series of mine, at 20 books, and (as you probably know) we recently mounted a movie, Death By Fruitcake, based on a novella featuring mother-and-daughter sleuths, Brandy and Vivian Borne.

Look. You may be after the tough stuff I peddle, the hardboiled Heller, the noir poster-child Quarry, the uber-tough Mike Hammer; but the Antiques series is filled with wacky humor and twisty mysteries, and — if you haven’t tried one – you are (in my completely unbiased, wholly objective opinion) missing out.

Also, some longtime readers of the Trash ‘n’ Treasures/Antiques mysteries have fallen away since we moved the series to Severn House, our British publisher who sometimes don’t make us into your local Barnes & Noble or BAM! (This is not Severin’s fault – the stateside brick-and-mortar bunch are to blame, indie booksellers somewhat better about it.) But, at any rate, you may have been having trouble finding the last few Antiques titles. The current entry is a good one for longtime fans, who’ve fallen away, and new readers, who haven’t boarded the Serenity Trolley yet.


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I mentioned last week that my little micro-budget movie Blue Christmas is available at Amazon – $7.49 for the DVD and $10.87 for the Blu-ray.

Blue Christmas can be streamed now on Tubi and The Roku Channel for free with ads, and on Amazon Prime Video for a modest price. Tubi runs a handful of commercials up front before presenting the film without any interruption.

The source of Blue Christmas is my novella A Wreath for Marley, which is the lead story in my Wolfpack-published Blue Christmas & Other Holiday Homicides.


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Copies of the Blu-ray and DVD’s of Blue Christmas are perfect stocking stuffers. In my opinion. So would a copy of the Blue Christmas short story collection. And your personal bookshelves are yearning for all of titles here – unless you already have them, in which case…God Bless Us, Everyone.

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Here is a fun review of Tough Tender at the Pulp, Crime & Mystery Books site.

Quarry gets some love from borg here.

And this is a terrific article on the film version of Road to Perdition.

M.A.C.

Hey Kids! It’s Book Giveaway Time

Tuesday, September 30th, 2025

We’ve not had a book giveaway here at the Update for some time, and I’m about to remedy that.

Last year Hard Case Crime reissued The Last Quarry in trade paperback form (with some bonus material in back, two of the three Quarry short stories from the ‘80s). Now HCC is taking the same trade paperback approach with The First Quarry (minus the bonus short stories).

What makes these reissues notable?

Well, the first three Quarry novels Hard Case Crime published (The Last Quarry, The First Quarry and Quarry in the Middle) appeared in the smaller original mass-market paperback size. This is for all of you who like to shelve your titles together – whether you are OCD or just particular – and would prefer your row of Quarry novels be all of the same format/size. Now you we no longer have to suffer with the indignity of the first three novels not lining up perfectly with the rest! Even the first four novels, as originally published by Berkley Books, were originally in mass market size. The fifth, Primary Target, re-titled Quarry’s Vote at HCC, was in hardcover and then a mass-market-sized paperback. All five are now HCC trade paperbacks.

I believe, though I am not absolutely certain, that Quarry in the Middle will also receive a trade paperback edition from Hard Case Crime, next year.

So, even if you have the original edition of The First Quarry, you are welcome to participate in this book giveaway. It works like this: e-mail me requesting the book at macphilms@hotmail.com. Even if you’ve won a title in a previous giveaway of mine, you must include your snail-mail address. Though no strings are attached, it would be nice if you’d review the book at the Amazon and/or Barnes & Noble sites, or your own blog, if you have one. The offer is open to US residents only, due to shipping costs.

[All copies have been claimed! Thank you for your support. –Nate]



I’ve talked about this before, but just in case you didn’t hear it from me, on an Update or otherwise, here’s why The Last Quarry was not the last Quarry, and why The First Quarry is not the first Quarry.

When Hard Case Crime got started, editor Charles Ardai approached me about reprinting Blood Money, the second book in my Nolan series (the first being Bait Money). I requested he collect both books in one volume, asking for no extra money, as I thought it awkward to start with the sequel to a long-out-of-print book, which Bait Money was at the time. He agreed and you can now get those books together as Two for the Money.

The Nolans did well enough for Charles to request I do another in the series. I said I’d prefer to do a Quarry novel. The series had something of a cult following (of course, as Donald E. Westlake said, a cult author is seven readers short of making a living) and I’d always felt the character should have put me on the map, which it hadn’t. The series was in fact dropped by Berkley Books after those first four entries.

But I’d recently made (with director Jeffrey Goodman) a short film about Quarry, based on my short story “A Matter of Principal.” The film did well at festivals and was warmly received when screened at a Bouchercon.

For this reason, and my own affection for the character, I wrote The Last Quarry for HCC, telling Charles I was thrilled to be able to wrap the series up (as the title suggests). I’d also been promised a Robert McGinnis cover, which I got. (And I should note that The Last Quarry was based on my screenplay of the eventual film called The Last Lullaby. The final film differs somewhat from my novelization.)

Then the damnedest thing happened: The Last Quarry was a success, garnering good sales and terrific reviews.

CUT TO: Charles and I are standing in a buffet line at a subsequent Bouchercon when he says, “It’s too bad you ended the series with The Last Quarry.” And I say, “Why don’t I write The First Quarry?”

Thus began a long series of Quarry novels (I’m working on Quarry’s Reunion, the thirteenth for Hard Case Crime), novels that have earned several Shamus nominations from the Private Eye Writers of America and two Edgar noms from the MWA. And there was a one-season of a QUARRY TV series from HBO/Cinemax, focusing on Quarry’s origin.

Not bad for a busted mid-‘70s paperback series.

Most of the new novels have me exploring the premise of Quarry using the late Broker’s list to track assassins to their next target, and offering a service to that target: stopping the hit by killing the assassins and discovering who bought the kill contract. This is what was set up in Quarry’s List, the second of the original four novels.

Some of these subsequent novels, like The First Quarry, tell of contracts Quarry carried out prior to – it gets confusing now – the events of the first Quarry novel (originally published as The Broker, currently carrying my preferred title, Quarry). Among these contract-killer novels are Quarry’s Choice and Quarry in the Black.

Another sub-set in the series are the “old man” Quarry novels, where the character is roughly my age Quarry’s Blood, Quarry’s Return).

I run into potential readers wanting to know what order to read the books in. I always say, I didn’t write them in order, so why read them that way? I would prefer to point such readers to two particular favorites of mine, Quarry’s Choice and The Wrong Quarry.

Is there a difference between the first four (Quarry, Quarry’s List, Quarry’s Deal and Quarry’s Cut) and subsequent entries, including the one I’m working on now?

Yes. There is more humor – dark humor, but more – in the later books.

One reason I didn’t try to take the series elsewhere, when Berkley dropped it, was my feeling that each novel had to top the last in extreme violence. Why did I feel that way? It’s not because I’m a sadistic nincompoop. It’s because, structurally, the early books are about showing Quarry in the first chapter or so doing something terrible, then in subsequent chapters (the bulk of the book) getting the reader to kind of forget that and come to like Quarry and view him as a reasonable guy (and a point-of-view character you could take the ride with). Then, at the end, faced with a situation that an actual normal human would otherwise deal with, Quarry again does something terrible.

All of this grew out of my desire to, in my way, top the great Richard Stark (Don Westlake) Parker novels. I had already written the first five Nolan novels, which were frankly imitative of the Parker series. I instead wanted to show readers (like me) of “crook books” with protagonists who worked the left-hand side of the street just what kind of “heroes” we (me) were identifying with.

The Parker novels were heist yarns told in third-person, giving readers some distance between them and the criminal events. I decided to do, instead of a professional thief, a hired killer, and tell the stories in the first person – put the reader inside Quarry’s head, and ultimately confront readers with just who it’d been they were rooting for.

To some degree, this approach is inherent in the later Quarry novels, yes, but the dark humor (I think) leavens the often nasty events of the narratives. That frees me from sense that I need to top the last book with some truly awful thing that Quarry does at the finish (although even then, in the Mike Hammer tradition, he is removing a bad guy or two or three).

The original novel – The Broker AKA Quarry – has this ambivalence built in. In that novel – never intended to launch a series – hired killer Quarry, to save his own ass, must solve the murder he committed.

Now Quarry’s 50th anniversary is just ahead (2026). I’ll try not to disappoint with Quarry’s Return.

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Here is a list from Collider of the 20 best comic book movies. Guess what’s number two?

M.A.C.