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  • 12/25/17--06:00: A DETECTIVE PULP CHRISTMAS





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    (sorry, no back for this one)

    Thanks to Mr. Mike Britt for tipping me to these.

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  • 12/28/17--05:00: HAPPY HOLIDAY BOWL (I hope)

  • My alma mater meets Michigan State tonight in the Holiday Bowl, and if Luke Falk and the gang don't stomp the Spartans I'm going to be a mighty unhappy Cougar. 

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    I’m a longtime Musketeers fan. I read The Three in junior high, discovered in Twenty Years After high school, and liked every movie I’ve seen since, including the ones starring the Ritz Brothers and the Brat Pack. The recent three-season BBC series was one of my favorite TV productions of all time. (I also grokked on Richard Sale’s Revolutionary War version of the tale, “The Rogue,” discussed HERE.)


    So, I admit I was predisposed to enjoy this sequel by H. “The King of the Pulps” Bedord-Jones. So I read it. And what happened? It was every bit as good as I’d hoped, and I just enjoyed the hell out of it. And I’m pretty sure I’d be saying that even if I didn’t have Musketmania.


    Bedford-Jones, who cranked out reams of adventure fiction in multiple genres, sited Dumas as one of his major influences, and it’s plain to see that this book was a labor of love. That action here takes place four or five year after the first book, featuring most of the major characters who survived the story. It also provides a nice bridge to Dumas’ first official sequel, Twenty Years After, and lays the groundwork for the sequel to that one, The Vicomte of Brageleonne.


    But most important, it provides the reader a great time. Athos, Porthos, Aramis and d’Artagnan are just plain fun to hang out with, and it’s a shame Dumas, Bedford-Jones or someone else (like maybe Rafael Sabatini or even Richard Sale) didn’t write more about them. (Bedford-Jones did follow up the novel with The King’s Passport, in which d’Artagnan meets Cyrano de Bergerac, and that’s a good thing, but it’s not quite the same).


    Bedford-Jones displays the sort of humor that made the original novel so much fun:

         “I must warn you, monsieur,” he stated, “that I have been taking lessons from the Italian fencing-master of the Prince of Wales, in London.”

         “And I,” said d’Artagnan, “have been killing those who give lessons. En garde, monsieur!”


    After killing the guy, d’Artagnan feels regret,

         He had been successful in his mission. The document was destroyed, the queen was saved—but d’Artagnan felt no exultation. On the contrary, he vowed that upon returning to Paris he would have ten masses said at the St. Sulpice for the repose of the soul of Comte de Riberac, who had been a gallant gentleman. Upon reflection, however, he changed this vow to one mass only; for one would undoubtedly be as efficient as ten, and at one-tenth the cost.


    We owe Mr. Altus Press, Matt Moring, a great debt for bringing this—and many other Bedford-Jones classics—back to life.



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    Myrna Loy

    Bette Davis

    Dorothy Lamour 

    Donna Reed

    Barbara Eden

    Betty Grable

    Jayne Mansfield

    Elke Sommer

    Joan Crawford

    Judy Garland

    Loretta Young

    Mae West

    Mamie van Doren

    Rhonda Fleming

    Marilyn

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    See Shadow Comics 1-72 HERE

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    James Pierce, the screen's fourth Lord of the Jungle, was chosen for the role by ERB himself, who met him at a party. The following year, Pierce married Burrough's daughter Joan, and the couple went on to play Tarzan and Jane on the radio. This film also features Boris Karloff as a traitorous native chief. 







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    I don't know if these ladies ever released the song on vinyl, but they sure made a meal of it on TV.


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  • 01/04/18--05:00: WESTERN COMICS 1-5 (1948)





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    March 10

    Yeah, I was slacking and got off to a late start, for which I am suitably embarrassed. Maybe I'll do better this year. Maybe. 

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    April 7

    April 14

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    April 28

    May 5

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    May 26

    June 16

     July 7 (by Will Murray)

    July 14

    July 23

    July 28 (by Arnold Hano)

    August 4

    August 18 (The Gunslinger by Stephen King)

    August 25

    Sept. 1

    Sept. 8

    Sept. 15

    Sept. 22 (stories by Michael Avellone)

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    Oct. 13

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    Oct. 27

    Nov. 3

    Nov. 10

    Nov. 17

    Nov. 24

    Dec. 8

    Dec. 15 (Visual Bibliography of Bill Crider's Fiction)

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    Dec. 29 (by H. Bedford-Jones)

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    According to Hammett's agent, the Fat Man radio show was based on Caspar Gutman. Do I buy that? Maybe, if it was strictly the creation of that agent, who was clueless about the Continental Op. Hard to believe that Hammett, no matter how broke or drunk he was at the time, would have conceived such an outrageous notion. 




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  • 01/07/18--06:00: Western Round-up: TIM McCOY



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  • 01/09/18--05:00: Mort Künstler Sweat Mag Art



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    Another gift to us all from comicbookplus, here is Wally's series intro from issue number 1, in Nov. 1965. Thanks to CB+ user wacoh for this one.





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    This is the 32nd post I've done about Richard Sale. You may take that as a clue that he's one of my favorite writers. 


    This is probably my first reading of The Oscar, but I’ve had the book so long I’m not sure. Along with For the President’s Eyes Only, I think it was one of those books I was saving to savor on a rainy day. Well, it rained here last week, so . . .


    The Oscarwas Sale’s third Hollywood novel. Or maybe it was number 3½. The mystery novel Lazarus #7 (HERE) involves a doctor freshly exposed to some eccentric and exotic Hollywood mania. The sort-of sequel Passing Strange (HERE) accounts for the ½, because though it takes place m ostly in New York, the Hollywood crazies from the first book have traveled there. Benefit Performance (HERE) is a stand-alone mystery where a star impersonates his stand-in while trying to learn who wants him dead.


    Those 2½ books, though, were written while Sale’s Hollywood experience was young, mostly from some of his works adapted for the screen (including the novel Not Too Narrow . . . Not Too Deep (HERE) as “Strange Cargo”). Following Benefit Performance, he dived deep into the movie and TV scene, all but abandoning his fiction for the next 16 years. 



    His first screenplay credit came in 1946, with “Rendezvous with Annie,” a WWII comedy starring Eddie Albert, based on one of his slick stories. He went on to rack up many more screenwriting credits, including the Frank Sinatra film Suddenly. He also directed a dozen films. On “A Ticket to Tomahawk” he was both writer and director, and on the Jane Russel film “Gentlemen Marry Brunettes” he was writer, director and producer. He even had a couple of acting parts, and wrote lyrics for some screen songs. In 1956 he and his wife Mary Loos created the TV series “Yancy Derringer,” which he produced and directed, along with writing many episodes.

    The Oscar(1963) marked Sale’s return to fiction, dragging all of his Hollywood experience with him. When actor Frankie Fane is nominated for Best Actor, he embarks on an underhanded campaign to discredit or destroy the other four nominees. Fane is just that kind of guy, which he also demonstrates in his relationships with women, employees and the closest thing he has to friends.


    Yeah, Fane is a mighty unpleasant character, but Sale’s prose is as compelling and entertaining as ever, and you just have to keep reading. Along the way, the author provides footnotes offering tidbits of Oscar history and his own interaction with actors and other Hollywood types. I was on the lookout for characters from his earlier works, but found only one. On a side trip to San Francisco, Fane encounters a sharp police captain named Hanley. Fans of Sale’s Daffy Dill series from Detective Fiction Weekly (like me) can’t fail to recognize “Poppa” Hanley, the cop who aided Daffy in many of his adventures. It would have been nice to see Daniel Webster, the detective from Lazarus #7 and Passing Strange, but he likely would have seen through Fane’s machinations a bit too soon and spoiled the game.


    Anyway, The Oscar is a great read, and a fascinating look behind the scenes of Hollywood in the ‘ 60s. The novel was filmed in 1966 with Stephen Boyd as Fane, and starring Elke Sommer and Milton Berle. Sadly, Sale did not write the screenplay (but Harlan Ellison did, so it can't be too bad). Along with the other folks named on the poster, it also found roles for Walter Brennan, Broderick Crawford, Peter Lawford and Nancy Sinatra. Hedda Hopper even made an appearance. I'll post the film here tomorrow (via YouTube) so I'll get my chance, and so will you. 



    Sale wrote two more novels - For the President's Eyes Only (aka The Man Who Raised Hell) and The White Buffalo (this one, about Wild Bill Hickok and Crazy Horse, was filmed in 1977 with Charles Bronson, and Sale wrote the screenplay). Those are the only Sale books I've yet to review. Stay tuned.



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    Yesterday we looked at Richard Sale's 1963 novel The Oscar. Here's the 1966 film version, with a screenplay by Harlan Ellison.


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    Belgium

    Sweden

    Italy

    France

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  • 01/15/18--05:00: The Miracle in Minnesota

  • I don't watch a lot of football (the American brand, anyway) because I'm a Vikings fan, and the networks rarely show them here on the West Coast. This year, though, thanks to their success and NFL Network replays, I got to see every game (including pre-season), and got plenty dang invested.

    So yesterday, after seeing my team blow a big lead, fall behind, squeak ahead, screw up again and find themselves down 24-23 with 10 seconds left, no time outs and 60 yards between them and the goal line, my heart was in my shoes. My thumb was on the remote, ready to turn that sucker off the second it was over and let the grieving begin. And then - you know what happened. Keenum threw that last gasp pass to Diggs, who turned on a dime and raced into the end zone. 

    I was stunned, and six hours later it hasn't worn off. I'm having a hard time believing what I saw. Luckily, I recorded the game, so I can check again today. Damn, I hope it comes out the same.



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    According to Wikipedia, some countries banned this film because they feared it would encourage anarchy. I can't think of a better word to describe their brand of comedy.








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