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- 02/19/18--05:00: _Pulp Gallery: ORIEN...
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- 02/19/18--05:00: Pulp Gallery: ORIENTAL STORIES 4,5,6 (1931)
- 02/20/18--05:00: INTRODUCING TORCHY by Bill Ward (1946)
- 02/21/18--05:00: THE BATTLE OF DAVY CROCKETT: Billy Cotton vs. Ronnie Ronalde
- 02/22/18--05:00: Comic Gallery: PRIZE WESTERN (1948)
- 02/23/18--05:00: Forgotten Books: THE MURDER OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by Rick Geary (2005)
- 02/25/18--05:00: YouTube Theater: INSIDE THE MARX BROTHERS (2003)
- 02/26/18--05:00: WEIRD TALES 68, 69 & 70 (1929)
- 02/27/18--05:00: SPACE WESTERN COMICS: "Spurs Jackson vs.The Saucer Men" (1952)
- 02/28/18--05:00: Pulp Paintings by FRANK PAUL
- 03/01/18--05:00: Comic Gallery: TONTO (1950-52)
- 03/02/18--03:00: FFB SPECIAL: A Celebration of Life: Allen Billy Crider (1941-2018)
- 03/04/18--05:00: The Battle of DAVY CROCKETT Round 5: Chantal Goya vs. Annie Cordy
- 03/05/18--05:00: Pulp Gallery: DR. YEN SIN (1936)
- 03/06/18--05:00: Three Stooges Comics: UNCIVIL WARRIORS (1949)
- 03/07/18--05:00: The Art of Frank Hamilton (Part 3)
- 03/08/18--05:00: PLANET COMICS 10, 11 & 12 (1941)
- 03/11/18--05:00: You'tube Theater: THE SHADOW STRIKES (1937)
- 03/12/18--05:00: Pulp Gallery: ARGOSY "Cousins of Zorro" edition
- 03/14/18--05:00: The Art of VIRGIL FINLAY (Weird Tales edition)
- 03/15/18--05:00: Pulp Gallery: ZEPPELIN STORIES (1929)
- 03/16/18--04:00: unForgotten Books: LONESOME DOVE by Larry McMurtry (1985)
- 03/18/18--06:00: Western Round-up: GEORGE O'BRIEN
- 03/19/18--05:00: Pulp Gallery: CLUES Detective Stories
This is Torchy's first comic book appearance, from Doll Man Quarterly #8, Spring 1946, uploaded to comicbookplus by Henry Peters (thanks Henry!). Art and story by Bill Ward, who created the character for an Army newspaper strip in 1944.
So Ian Fleming was a Stout fan. If you ain't, you should be too.
But the bad news is: Despite the cool title, The Shadow never really Strikes. In fact, he’s hardly present at all. This is really just an average low-budget mystery in which the hero twice dons a cape, for a total screen time of just over a minute.
As the film opens, we meet an unnamed gentleman and his aide. The gentleman is examining the bullet that killed his father, a high-profile attorney killed by the racketeers he crusaded against. The gentleman professes a desire to learn who fired the bullet.
Our hero spends the rest of the film solving a couple of mundane manor house murders and pretending to be an attorney named Chester Randall. Why this Randall persona was necessary is more than I can figure. In the pulp story, The Shadow was masquerading as Lamont Cranston, currently vacationing in Timbuktu. Anyway, it’s pretty tame stuff. A couple of guns are fired, but no one is shot on camera, and we don’t even get a fist fight.
In The Shadow’s first brief appearance, he wears a normal narrow-brimmed fedora and has a cape draped casually over a shoulder or two. Though his face appears to be in full view of the bad guys, they immediately know him as The Shadow. Hm.
Next time he pops in, he has the high collar of his cape turned up, so folks see just his eyes. This is more effective, but all he does is stand there, point a gun, and vamoose.
Only at the very end of the film, via a newspaper article, do we learn that our gentleman hero is amateur criminologist “Lamont Granston.” Yes, Granston with a G. Why? I’ve no idea. Unlike the Cranston we know from the magazine, he doesn’t know anybody and nobody knows him, so he parades around in his own face without being recognized. The mystery of who shot his father is never resolved, though the film ends with him studying a bullet recovered during the case.
The film is otherwise not horrible. It’s a typical cheapie, with passable acting and occasionally good dialogue. A musical soundtrack would have helped a lot, but I guess that wasn’t in the budget. It’s only really bad if you watch it expecting to see The Shadow.
This tale, from the July 1961 issue of the Catholic comic book Treasure Chest, was uploaded to comicbookplusby the user movielover. It's a great example of the pencil and ink skills of Mr. Reed Crandall.
No one has forgotten Lonesome Dove, and it ain’t likely anyone ever will. But I re-read (or more precisely re-listened to) it recently, and discovered a few things I'd forgotten.
Remember when there were shops specializing in renting audiobooks on cassette? Yeah, there really were such places, some twenty-odd years ago. That’s when and where I came upon a copy of the unabridged reading of this book by Lee Horsley. Yeah, I’m talking about the Archie Goodwin-Matt Houston-Guns of Paradise Lee Horsley, who I didn’t especially like on TV, but who did a masterful job with this novel. It stuck in my brain ever since as the perfect marriage of narrator to book, and I’ve been hankering for another listen ever since.
Well, I finally got one, and I’m pleased to report it’s still every bit as good as I remembered. And while Horsley’s narration makes it shine, the real star of the book is Larry McMurtry’s prose. I have to say that word-for-word, the first half of this novel is one of the most entertaining reads I’ve ever had.
Point of view shifts quickly, often from one paragraph to the next, introducing us to a huge cast of outrageously captivating characters. Each has his own cockeyed world view, and many of the lines are laugh-out-loud funny. McMurtry keeps the yuks coming through most of the first half, leaving me agog with envy.
But somewhere in the middle, things turn serious. McMurtry’s West is a grim and deadly place, and the further our cast of characters stray from Lonesome Dove, the grimmer and deadlier it gets. The new characters we meet are dumber and duller, and the older ones stop having fun. Point of view shifts much slower, and we’re stuck with dumb, dull folks for way too long. That’s when a lot of people start dying, while others are subjected to such misery they wish they could die (and I was rooting for them to hurry up and do it).
This is still a great novel, of course. There’s a reason it won a Pulitzer Prize. And while I’d like it better if the humor of the first half filled the whole book, chances are it would now be largely forgotten, rather than the cornerstone of a franchise that spawned three more novels, more TV miniseries than I can count and at least couple of regular TV series.