tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99190272024-03-07T08:16:37.429+02:00pulpettiPulpetti: short reviews and articles on pulps and paperbacks, adventure, sleaze, hardboiled, noir, you name it. You can write to Juri Nummelin at juri.nummelin@gmail.com.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-22440484241040424122022-03-23T19:04:00.005+02:002022-03-23T19:10:04.749+02:00George Snyder: Nick Carter: Jewel of Doom<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQaI6lOnPsyjXPHVW5lWtsglpG8Kuyuc_J4wDTV2n2qzIJbnzdU4FKO8p6wogLmAgBJzkAJCI-ZUnlommvjuABN4QADwGqFccefmPpus44J3Zvm6VCxIYan9Ow32bdp0PfFg_zoZUz04q-WJIeKyi_AuyC9lokM_ViJZiAfzo8G1FB8kzsw/s450/nickcarter-kirottujalokivi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="275" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQaI6lOnPsyjXPHVW5lWtsglpG8Kuyuc_J4wDTV2n2qzIJbnzdU4FKO8p6wogLmAgBJzkAJCI-ZUnlommvjuABN4QADwGqFccefmPpus44J3Zvm6VCxIYan9Ow32bdp0PfFg_zoZUz04q-WJIeKyi_AuyC9lokM_ViJZiAfzo8G1FB8kzsw/w245-h400/nickcarter-kirottujalokivi.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br />I've been going through my forth-coming book (well, forth-coming maybe next year or in 2024) about American paperback crime and suspense writers published in Finnish, but I haven't found time to actually read any of the books. I managed to squeeze in a Nick Carter by George Snyder, who died in 2018 after self-publishing his new crime books during the recent years. <p></p><p><i>The Jewel of Doom</i> came originally out in 1970, when Lyle Kenyon Engel was producing the series for Award. The publishing house forced Engel and his writers to use first person narration, which may not be suitable for Nick Carter (though later efforts by Dennis Lynds and Robert Randisi proved it could be done*), and there's no reason for it in here. Nick Carter is not more alive in <i>The Jewel of Doom</i> than he is in those novels that are narrated in third person. </p><p>The plot of the book deals with the Fabergé eggs. Now, this piqued my interest, since Peter Carl Fabergé lived in the Czarist Russia when Finland was still a part of the empire. He didn't have Finnish roots, but his mentor Peter Pendin was Finnish, and many Finnish smiths worked for the Fabergé family, producing lots of beautiful golden eggs. In Snyder's book, one of the eggs is being used in smuggling the plans for a new US military device out of the country. Nick Carter of course prevents it from happening. He also gets to spend some quality time with different babes throughout the novel.</p><p>Sad to say, the book wasn't very good. It's not badly written, from what I can gather from the Finnish translation, but the scenes go on and on. Especially the erotic scenes seem endless, and yet nothing much happens. The action scenes are handled deftly, but even they are too long. I didn't actually finish the book and started another. </p><p><a href="http://www.paulbishopbooks.com/2018/09/ripgeorge-synder.html">Here's</a> Paul Bishop on Snyder, and <a href="https://www.zauberspiegel-online.de/index.php/english-interviews-multilingual-491/31813-george-snyder-on-nick-carter-operation-hang-ten-and-his-other-novels-and-crime-series">here's</a> also a German interview with Snyder. </p><p>The Finnish cover from 1974 above. It has nothing to do with the book, since the lady in the photo seems to hold a copy of Mao's Little Red Book in her hand. </p><p><i>* At least Lynds did Nick Carters in the first person narration, and I seem to remember Randisi did too. Correct if I'm wrong. </i></p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-71154075554114629852021-12-02T19:44:00.004+02:002021-12-02T19:44:24.742+02:00Robert Crane: Born of Battle<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6di5DfrxB1R1ZSSJdvOZBwrNMmfGPWs9Vt5gyCQ5HpqhxS5AjbU4becuIAH38jXzgmNClVkh6WKNCJIzUF40FEegM-6mycLNyhygDdjO6dIdcPsDwBlynM2rNTYFMeYHfxdl/s289/crane-sankarit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="174" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6di5DfrxB1R1ZSSJdvOZBwrNMmfGPWs9Vt5gyCQ5HpqhxS5AjbU4becuIAH38jXzgmNClVkh6WKNCJIzUF40FEegM-6mycLNyhygDdjO6dIdcPsDwBlynM2rNTYFMeYHfxdl/s0/crane-sankarit.jpg" width="174" /></a></div><br />Robert Crane was really Con Sellers, a steady writer of low-grade paperbacks working through the sixties and seventies for the small publishers, and finally finding some mainstream success in the eighties and early nineties. It seems his breakthrough novel was the novelization of the <i>Dallas </i>TV series he did in 1980. He died in 1992. <a href="http://pulpetti.blogspot.com/2008/04/lee-raintree-dallas-finnish-version.html">Here's </a>a link to the Finnish translation of the Dallas book - it came out here in hardcover, with a very non-pulp cover! <p></p><p>I read now one of Sellers's war paperbacks as by Robert Crane. Most of the Robert Crane books are about one Sgt. Ben Corbin fighting in Korea, but this one, called <i>Born of Battle</i>, tells about an Army old hand Ernie Kovacs and a war reporter called Saxon, who must be Sellers's self-portrait, since he started writing for the war papers (I don't know the actual term here) in Korea. The book came out in Finland under the title <i>Sankarit ovat kuolleet</i> ("The Heroes Are Dead"), which doesn't make any sense. The cover is also misleading. </p><p><i>Born of Battle</i> doesn't contain many action or battle scenes, it's more like a love novel, since Saxon's romance with a South Korean woman takes so much place in the narration, and the book is pretty episodic. But I didn't mind, since Crane/Sellers writes convincingly and effortlessly about his characters and their endeavors. The book came out from Pyramid in 1962, but there's not much pulpiness that was so prevalent in the books Pyramid usually published. </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-59714309486623840432021-11-25T19:42:00.008+02:002021-11-25T19:46:36.994+02:00Axel Kilgore (Jerry Ahern): Death Lust<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdRJ7CmMz_u8IizrZs8qmQJJ1iasi4z6NtZjHybLKxZlaBoRUKeMSqGI3o8tTkmF2v6sQdPRSJkrPvFlDXX92xqfNENsAwk0sBvoEOB-qJMKo0mWzCDowQ16YRFzHSUZRTARg/s499/ahern-kilgore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="499" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdRJ7CmMz_u8IizrZs8qmQJJ1iasi4z6NtZjHybLKxZlaBoRUKeMSqGI3o8tTkmF2v6sQdPRSJkrPvFlDXX92xqfNENsAwk0sBvoEOB-qJMKo0mWzCDowQ16YRFzHSUZRTARg/w320-h215/ahern-kilgore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jerry Ahern was known mainly for his post-apocalyptic series like The Survivalist and The Takers. I haven't read any of those, but I read one of the books in his other series, about the one-eyed mercenary Hank Frost, written as by Axel Kilgore. I'd read one before, called <i>The Terror Contract</i> (1982). It wasn't bad, straight-up action that has no pretenses of literary merit. Even the gun porn that you hear Ahern having been guilty of is minimal. <p></p><p>The other Hank Frost I recently read, called <i>Death Lust</i> (also 1982; <i>Cosa Nostra! </i>in Finnish), wasn't as good, though it had its moments. There's even a hint of great adventure in the air, when Hank Frost is posing as a gun dealer somewhere in the Mediterranean, and when the ship he's travelling in gets attacked, he saves a young woman and when it's revealed she's the daughter of a Mafia don, he wins the father's ever-lasting gratitude. The Mafia helps Hank Frost attacking the gun dealers led by Frost's long-time enemy, Eva Chapmann, whose father he's killed in the past. There are lots of attacks and battles in the book, and I got actually kind of lost amongst them, but all in all this was a pretty entertaining men's adventure paperback. The end in which Eva Chapmann is dressed as a nun, was a bit weird, though. </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-58972363001890556512021-11-09T19:55:00.001+02:002021-11-09T19:55:53.219+02:00Elliott Lewis: Two Heads Are Better<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6BeJMaHDs3mH5PH1T_bycBlEHaxMR7Yl4TTn8jZaGRTJ-oBZjVQSGxADfkNK2REP4uqEWHsoC7c0-4gQt8R2yo_q24fkMpCnzg2xYaAN6f_TQQdt7KWMjRx7l1PBbXYDm9nz/s292/elliottlewis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="172" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6BeJMaHDs3mH5PH1T_bycBlEHaxMR7Yl4TTn8jZaGRTJ-oBZjVQSGxADfkNK2REP4uqEWHsoC7c0-4gQt8R2yo_q24fkMpCnzg2xYaAN6f_TQQdt7KWMjRx7l1PBbXYDm9nz/s0/elliottlewis.jpg" width="172" /></a></div><br />This is no men's adventure paperback, instead it's a private eye novel that came out in paperback in 1980. The publisher was Pinnacle that was famous for its men's adventure books in the seventies and early eighties, but seems like they were ready to publish books from different genres. <p></p><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elliott_Lewis_(actor)">Elliott Lewis</a> was a radio actor who sometimes appeared on TV and film. When he retired from acting, he wrote seven private eye books for Pinnacle from 1980 to 1983. The first one is weirdly named <i>Two Heads Are Better</i>. The antihero of the book is one Fred Bennett, an ex-cop leading a lousy life and working as a private eye. The book starts off with a headless corpse being found on the trunk of his car, and Bennett has to flee and solve the case at the same time. </p><p>I really didn't like this book. It seems hasty and the plot is too convoluted. Bennett is not very likable character, though I usually like unsympathetic private eyes. This is not the case here. Bill Crider said it better <a href="https://billcrider.blogspot.com/2007/10/death-and-single-girl-elliott-lewis.html">here</a>. </p><p><br /></p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-67690372941569947442021-10-05T21:21:00.000+03:002021-10-05T21:21:03.715+03:00David Hagberg: Nick Carter: The Istanbul Decision<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3jh4Z3_AwA4mFo1m6BPWnS_7dI5OF9tBNJEGmf0p9hHA5jHWCuGcki6eLLHzR6AJthW_GARc5yuFsM5v2KSt0FAsziwWgr0YRwPE3DVHjfK6IwVxGdbEmvqWkZr0rfhFqKVJ/s500/nickcarter-istanbul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="323" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3jh4Z3_AwA4mFo1m6BPWnS_7dI5OF9tBNJEGmf0p9hHA5jHWCuGcki6eLLHzR6AJthW_GARc5yuFsM5v2KSt0FAsziwWgr0YRwPE3DVHjfK6IwVxGdbEmvqWkZr0rfhFqKVJ/w259-h400/nickcarter-istanbul.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br />I've never read any books by David Hagberg, though he seems to have been prolific and at least somewhat appreciated writer of spy thrillers, mainly in the 21st century. He started out in the mid-seventies, penning Nick Carters and Flash Gordon paperbacks without a byline and several one-off horror/SF paperbacks, such as the cult favourite <i>Croc</i>. He died in 2019. <p></p><p>I've now read one of his Nick Carters, called <i>The Istanbul Decision</i>. It came out originally in 1983, and Hagberg's titles for his AXE novels are all pretty similar: you have your <i>The Ouster Conspiracy, The Vengeance Game, The Strontium Code</i>... This one is about Nick Carter trying to lure a Soviet spy into a trap by using a double for the spy's daughter who the Americans have kidnapped. It's very complicated, but not very intriguing. The book races on, but I didn't feel much for the characters. The climax takes place in the Orient Express. I don't remember much about the book anymore. </p><p>Someone said that Hagberg was one of the writers who made the Nick Carter series too realistic and humorless in the early eighties. There's lots of action, but none of it is zany or far out. </p><p>I'm still intrigued by his other Nick Carter, <i>Death Island</i> (1984), that was published in Finland as "Blood-Hungry Man-Eaters" (<i>Verta janoavat ihmissyöjät</i>, that is). </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-64204758365565324722021-09-24T19:23:00.002+03:002021-09-24T19:32:19.776+03:00James Fritzhand: Nick Carter: Sign of the Cobra<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3e4kT_Ei1jfduE0xJ084xRqnKE8FXS8HjgjWQFwIBHPOOMyT50JR69U1yETaoJ7q42B9SnVWCi0vPIO6Geeucmj7NkbglUg3fvyPlsCNRAhwa8k-kwbVfRGbHf-qTdAYkP7GQ/s475/nickcarter-signofthecobra.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="287" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3e4kT_Ei1jfduE0xJ084xRqnKE8FXS8HjgjWQFwIBHPOOMyT50JR69U1yETaoJ7q42B9SnVWCi0vPIO6Geeucmj7NkbglUg3fvyPlsCNRAhwa8k-kwbVfRGbHf-qTdAYkP7GQ/w241-h400/nickcarter-signofthecobra.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br />As I said, I was going to post short reviews of some paperbacks I'll be reading in the coming months as I'm making a sequel to my original <i>Pulpografia</i> (2000, in Finnish only), a reference book on American crime and mystery writers published mainly in the pulp and paperback format. Many of the books I'll be reading are men's adventure, a genre I'm not very much interested in, but which seems quite popular nowadays. When I was writing my first book 20 years ago, it was mainly about noir and hardboiled stuff, but the wind has changed, at least according to the sites like <a href="http://www.paperbackwarrior.com/">Paperback Warrior</a> and Facebook groups like <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/59340773918">Men's Adventure Paperbacks of the 20th Century</a>. <p></p><p>Okay, off to the book I was going to write about. It's a Nick Carter/Killmaster book, written by James Fritzhand. The title is <i>Sign of the Cobra</i>, and it's one of the three Nick Carters Fritzhand wrote in the mid-seventies. All the books take place in Asia, and in them Nick Carter is fluent in taekwondo, which, if I'm not mistaken, he's not in the earlier books. I read on the <a href="http://glorioustrash.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-katmandu-contract-aka-nick-carter.html">Glorious Trash blog</a> that the continuity of the Nick Carter series was gone when the series was taken out of Lyle Kenyon Engel's hands, and the writers came up with their own versions of Nick Carter. </p><p>That said, <i>Sign of the Cobra</i> isn't a bad book. It's fluent and readable, and there's just enough old time pulp bravado to keep things interesting, though this isn't as crazy as some of the sixties' installments in the series, for example the books by Manning Lee Stokes. The villain has an artificial arm that looks like a cobra, and it's equipped with poisonous needles! The action scenes are quite good, except when Fritzhand makes someone say something aloud in the middle of a taekwondo strike which makes for a very weird reading. Just how slow is Nick Carter moving? </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-13701159703484860822021-09-18T20:33:00.005+03:002021-09-18T20:37:34.003+03:00Robert Ackworth: Young Doctor in Town<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdA3Qd07uH-9JKU1Vd_lDYZpMe1lwdB3Hwg1mx1lS5ck9_JDnZzF9vTxfh_jHygOjwLxNqaMZb41bBagW3HZMdrkwb9ByxIYnVTKduVOn9Wtv95UYOl8_EemylFs4lEes9VWBO/s500/ackworth-youngdoctor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdA3Qd07uH-9JKU1Vd_lDYZpMe1lwdB3Hwg1mx1lS5ck9_JDnZzF9vTxfh_jHygOjwLxNqaMZb41bBagW3HZMdrkwb9ByxIYnVTKduVOn9Wtv95UYOl8_EemylFs4lEes9VWBO/s320/ackworth-youngdoctor.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br />I've been lately writing a sequel to my first non-fiction book that was called <i>Pulpografia</i>. The working title has been "The Shadow of Pulpografia", but it won't probably be the final name. Well, you could call many of my books sequels to <i>Pulpografia</i>, but this one is made with the same premise: it's a reference book on American crime and suspense writers whose books and short stories were published in Finland in a paperback format or in a pulp magazine or similar periodical publication. <p></p><p>I've been doing this work on an almost daily basis, with digging up some biographical and bibliographic information on the authors, but now I've been browsing the books and writing something about them. The first one happened to be <i>Young Doctor in Town</i> by Robert Ackworth. Who he? I don't know much about Ackworth, but he was born in 1923 and is most possibly dead by now. He wrote some short stories for the digests in the late fifties, and at the same time he published some erotic-cum-romantic paperbacks (i.e. <i>The Moments Between</i>, 1959). He published as late as 1978, when the novel <i>The Takers</i> came out. It seems to be about Hollywood. Ackworth wrote also some Dr. Kildare novelizations for Lancer. There's also a war novel by him in Finnish (called "One Moment from Hell"), but seems like it was never published in the US or UK. </p><p>He penned also this one-off medical romance. As it was not a crime novel, I didn't feel the need to read the book and thought browsing should suffice. It's about a young doctor called Garner coming into a small town and getting mixed up with the possibly mentally ill wife of the town's big man. There's also romance, but also some critique of the state of medical care in the small town. </p><p>The book was published in 1963 by something called Medical Fiction Books. Does anyone know anything about this outfit? </p><p>I have other work to do and other books to read, but I think I'll try to squeeze some vintage paperbacks in and try to write about them here at Pulpetti. Next up a Nick Carter by James Fritzhand, and another one by David Hagberg! </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-3743569809503967812021-06-23T14:23:00.002+03:002023-01-07T12:52:21.489+02:00Sleaze novels that are also crime<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish8WVOt-vtRhHAgprWY9NTUw5z_6zB6GvnMyqIfQwdsq4C5sskzVeJEza5u9ATrBjK6MYVcUQrOqum2cg5DtDILVI2pMV-_CpFv1nY6JytPdi73-25KunDmQ4QaesFCB-l3_Z/s600/pulpporn-operationsex.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="414" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish8WVOt-vtRhHAgprWY9NTUw5z_6zB6GvnMyqIfQwdsq4C5sskzVeJEza5u9ATrBjK6MYVcUQrOqum2cg5DtDILVI2pMV-_CpFv1nY6JytPdi73-25KunDmQ4QaesFCB-l3_Z/s320/pulpporn-operationsex.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>Many people know that lots of sleaze paperbacks are also crime fiction. Just to name a few: Lawrence Block, Donald Westlake, Robert Silverberg, Orrie Hitt, Barry Malzberg... And as many people reading my blog know, I just published a book on sleaze paperbacks. It concentrates on American books that were published also in Finnish, so the scope is pretty limited and haphazard. There were lots of crime-related books that have never before been called to attention of crime fiction aficionados, though. At least not to my knowledge. (The book, called <i>Pulpografia Erotica</i>, is available <a href="https://www.bod.fi/kirjakauppa/pulpografia-erotica-juri-nummelin-9789527211830">here</a>. But mind you, it's in Finnish and there's no international sales possibility.) </p><p>So, I think the following books should be included in the next edition (or at least the appendix) of Allen Hubin's crime fiction bibliography (if they already are, I didn't notice and apologize): <br /><br />Norman Bligh: <i>The Sisters</i>. Softcover Library 1966. (Includes a killing of a mob boss, though not exactly a crime novel.)</p><p>Beth Brown: <i>Man and Wife</i>. Claude Kendall 1933. (Includes a private eye who shakes down clients of a famous prostitute. Not exactly a crime novel.) </p><p>Richard E. Geis: <i>Girlsville</i>. France Books 1963. (Private eye called Vic Kunzer is hired to find a film producer's daughter.) </p><p>Alexander Keith: <i>The Love Gun</i>. Bee-Line Books, the late sixties. (Murder takes place in a hunting cabin where there are some half dozen people. Set in Canada, there's also a French-speaking lieutenant! Can't find the exact year for this.) </p><p>Kimberly Kemp (Paul Russo): <i>Operation Sex</i>. Midwood 1962. (International intrigue and sex.)</p><p>Peter Keyes (most possibly Andrew J. Collins): <i>The Love Odds</i>. Brandon House 1967. (Hardboiled crime novel about a private eye like character Steve Wayne who tackles the mobsters running a casino.) </p><p>Lester Lake: <i>So Wild, So Wanton</i>. All Star Books 1962. (Cab driver fights the shakedown ring working in an elite high school.) </p><p>Lester Morris: <i>Savage Lust</i>. Private Editions 1962. (Narcissistic womanizer kills accidentally his ex-mistress and tries to keep it hidden. Great noir novel with a very downbeat ending.) </p><p>Max Nortic: <i>Code Name: The Gypsy Virgin</i>. Midwood 1971. (International intrigue and sadism as two female spies fight each other.) </p><p>Max Nortic: <i>The Real Thing</i>. Midwood 1970. (A classic heist novel taking place in a casino.) </p><p>Eric Sand: <i>The Seduction</i>. Beacon 1965. (Noirish novel about a young woman who comes back to her home town to revenge her father's death.) </p><p>Floyd Smith: <i>Action Girls</i>. Midwood 1977 (there must be an earlier edition, since this was published in Finland in 1974). (An archaeologist tries to find his wife's ring in the desert so he can't be punished for killing her.) </p><p>Gary Tubbs: <i>The Case of the Missing Rubber</i>. Published in 1969, can't find the publisher. (Private eye Charlie Romp gets mixed up in the smuggling of a sex drug.) </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkFz7sFbNMH6RptFsZgkfHDg0qSoqUTfDYYa9ThmLFnig3iz6mZgPPqbAx_TcSLZL-M2ppZiNIPcrvkCo7mdKUx8-d6BY0OoaeWRO2YpwCF_IVpsBzCzRExw1SLQoesu1d6oR/s472/pulpporn-davidwarren.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkFz7sFbNMH6RptFsZgkfHDg0qSoqUTfDYYa9ThmLFnig3iz6mZgPPqbAx_TcSLZL-M2ppZiNIPcrvkCo7mdKUx8-d6BY0OoaeWRO2YpwCF_IVpsBzCzRExw1SLQoesu1d6oR/s320/pulpporn-davidwarren.jpg" /></a></div>David Warren: <i>Tunnel of Love</i>. Criterion Classics, no date. (Man is in prison for killing his wife's lover, then he finds out the man didn't die after all, and hunts him down. Lots of description of prison life. Maybe Warren was an inmate himself? This is the only book he wrote, at least under this moniker.) <p></p><p>Then there are also these two books that are heavily crime-related, but I can't find any info on them: <br />Jason Brown: <i>Little Girl Lost</i> and Bob Grand: <i>Between All of Us</i>. If anyone has anything on them, I'll be glad to hear it. I've written about these books (and the two published as by "Ralph Hayes") earlier here in Pulpetti. </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-45238719817490165232021-05-14T21:35:00.003+03:002021-05-15T09:04:41.504+03:00Peter Keyes's sleaze / hardboiled novel The Love Odds<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXknOnnhUGYMuw5QPdNocEV99OLKuaFh6kN0FKFI7j1tWnBoJQD2svmar0oo1frwwxKaHcjNvkgOC73MvMqyap1uIZNatriMu8NTGP2KP8h3gXGDf9cVBzw6OwWqso2W8Vm0Z/s1000/peterkeyes-theloveodds.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="652" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXknOnnhUGYMuw5QPdNocEV99OLKuaFh6kN0FKFI7j1tWnBoJQD2svmar0oo1frwwxKaHcjNvkgOC73MvMqyap1uIZNatriMu8NTGP2KP8h3gXGDf9cVBzw6OwWqso2W8Vm0Z/s320/peterkeyes-theloveodds.jpg" /></a></div><p>Okay, here's still another crime-cum-sleaze paperback from the sixties. I already finished my book on the subject, and I'll write about it more in the near future, but wanted to share this one. </p><p></p><p><a href="http://pulpetti.blogspot.com/2020/01/sex-writer-peter-keyess-real-name-solved.html">As I wrote earlier</a>, I think sleaze writer Peter Keyes was really Andrew J. Collins, who'd started out in the crime pulps in the fourties. I read the three books as by Keyes that have been translated in Finnish. They are: <i>By Sex Possessed</i> (Brandon House 1966), <i>The Love Odds</i> (Brandon 1967) and <i>Hardrock Romeo</i> (Brandon 1967). <i>By Sex Possessed</i> was the weakest of the three, but <i>Hardrock Romeo</i> had some interest in it because of its sociopathic country & western singer lead. </p><p><i>The Love Odds </i>was the most interesting one of the trio, mainly because it seems like it was a write-up of an earlier pulp novellette or a novel. The hero is one Steve Wayne, who is almost like a private eye, clearing up the financial problems of firms and such. He's asked to find out who's taking a casino's money in Las Vegas. He meets two tough mobsters, Al Terry and Manny Zugg, who run the casino, and suspects them from the beginning. The mobsters buy Wayne a girl to make love with, but also to spy on him. Wayne also meets the owner of the casino, who's of course a good-looking dame, and has sex with her as well. The shattering climax takes place in the desert outside Vegas, where Wayne and his partner are told to dig their own graves, while the criminals have their way with the women of the story. The scene is actually quite gruesome and even disturbing.</p><p>There's some implausibility to the plot and of course it's all too short and not very memorable, but I thought I was entertained while reading this. If anyone's read Collins's pulp crime stories, I'd be interested to hear if he has one with Steve Wayne and the casino's money. </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-74768954776956377612021-04-27T19:50:00.001+03:002021-04-27T19:50:28.467+03:00Lester Morris: Savage Lust (1962)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0uAjwqZlvJTa_50j2YYCt57HprAY-3sJUriE7QLmeSkywxFzIKVaCNmo6eKYcmCED3wCblNzlUfy8GOdRiY2b688wBNxnI-9xU-jMtZWOJiO02um6I3hXITkMe4xYXBS6a5B/s500/morris-savagelust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="312" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0uAjwqZlvJTa_50j2YYCt57HprAY-3sJUriE7QLmeSkywxFzIKVaCNmo6eKYcmCED3wCblNzlUfy8GOdRiY2b688wBNxnI-9xU-jMtZWOJiO02um6I3hXITkMe4xYXBS6a5B/s320/morris-savagelust.jpg" /></a></div><p>Here's another noir novel masquerading as a sleaze paperback! No one has ever heard of Lester Morris, let alone his sole novel <i>Savage Lust</i> that came out from a small paperback house called Private Editions. I thought this was pretty good and solid and could've been written by some better known paperbacker. The ending is devilishly cruel and ironic. </p><p></p><p><i>Savage Lust's </i>anti-hero is Si, a heel and a gigolo who uses and cheats women all the time. He's living in Florida and skimming money from every broad he can get his hands on. One of his lady friends, the wife of a hotel owner, wants to get Si all to herself and kills her husband and tells Si they can get the husband's money. Si doesn't want to get involved in a murder, but manages, almost accidentally, to kill the lady friend. Si buries the bodies and tries to act as the caretaker of the hotel while the owners are on a vacation. You can see this is not going to end well, right? And it sure doesn't! The ending is a punishment you just don't see coming. </p><p>Not altogether plausible, but entertaining nevertheless, and the more noir aspects of the story are worth your while. I seem to enjoy the American sleaze paperbacks where the main guy is a no-good heel, who's getting beaten. No idea who really wrote this, but there were other Lesters writing sleaze at the same time, for example Lester Lake and Lester Arthur. They might be the same guy or,<br />then again, might not. </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-52388916658358492052021-04-01T13:42:00.003+03:002021-07-22T11:19:53.690+03:00The sleaze paperbacks of Max Nortic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcSo0raQKG4_we1f3k-CQRiWhFQGlEvHpPgz-XuJYOIJ82PoxPY4qlwucFdolPDq-SsCFLLt4KNfPKspAaZKSEjdzOhni9bAZN9z3fUuM4kwYW71TK0cAOsE_bnbi-c78g5kp/s1000/pulpporn-maxnortic-blacksatin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="582" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcSo0raQKG4_we1f3k-CQRiWhFQGlEvHpPgz-XuJYOIJ82PoxPY4qlwucFdolPDq-SsCFLLt4KNfPKspAaZKSEjdzOhni9bAZN9z3fUuM4kwYW71TK0cAOsE_bnbi-c78g5kp/s320/pulpporn-maxnortic-blacksatin.jpg" /></a></div><p>I'm sure you've never heard of Max Nortic. I wouldn't have, if I hadn't set out to do a book on American sleaze paperback writers (it will be out only in Finnish, sorry). There are four translated novels by him, and they rise above the usual hardcore fare of the late sixties and early seventies, which is the time when the porn business and the sleaze paperback industry were being taken over by Mafia. Some critics say this was the turning point of the American sex paperback, and after that the books became worse. </p><p>No one has ever written anything about Max Nortic, though several other sleaze authors, such as Orrie Hitt, and the writers who became later known for another genre, such as Robert Silverberg and Lawrence Block, have received praise and seen reprints of their sleaze work. Max Nortic has seen some of his books being republished as e-books, but none are available in print. </p><p>Should they be? As I said, they are better than many other sex paperbacks of the era, as they have discernable plots and characters in them, and not such some ploy to hang some sex scenes on (I've now read several of those, and they can be pretty dull, though sometimes they have their own goofy charm). Nortic's sleaze books have crime and spy elements, and some of them take place in magazine industry, which sounds like Nortic was a journalist himself. There's also some satire in Nortic's work. </p><p>Nortic published mainly through Midwood, and some of his books are <i>Black Satin </i>(1969)<i>, Virgin Wanted</i> (1968), <i>Night Nurse</i> (1968), <i>School for Sin</i> (1969), <i>Possessed </i>(1969) ja <i>Island of Desire</i> (1970). For Brandon House he did <i>The Strange Love of Lady S.</i> (1968), which takes place in the early 19th century, so it's a historical novel. </p><p>I've read these four books by him: <i>The Real Thing</i> (1970), <i>Code Name: The Gypsy Virgin</i> (1971), <i>Total Awareness</i> (1969) and <i>Dirty Secrets</i> (1969). All were published by Midwood. Of these, <i>The Gypsy Virgin</i> and <i>The Real Thing</i> are to my mind the best, though the others also hold some interest. <i>Code Name: The Gypsy Virgin</i> is a book about two female spies, working on the other sides during the Cold War, the one is of course American, and the other one is also a Caucasian, but she works for China. You might think this is a spy parody, which were indeed prevalent in the sixties' paperback sleaze, but this is actually a very grim and disturbing book. The American spy is made lesbian through manipulation in order to catch the Chinese spy, who's been modified into a sadistic killer through beatings and rapes in Chinese camps, starting already from a young age. The actual plot is about an American scientist, who the Chinese spy tries to manipulate to defect to China and start working for the Chinese government. In order to do this, she picks up the scientist's teenage daughter and forces her to make love to her. The ending is very bleak, and the evil China is victorious. (There's a one-word review for this in Amazon: "Rubbish.") </p><p><i>The Real Thing</i> is a heist novel, of all genres. It's about the robbing of a casino in which several of the characters are working. One of the ex-workers tries to get back to the casino and uses counterfeit cards. Nortic moves the story along with a nice speed, never stopping for too long on sex scenes, which are mostly worked well into the plot. The women in the book are the winners in the game, and the sadism of <i>The Gypsy Virgin</i> is largely missing, so this isn't as disturbing. This could've been written by a more famous paperbacker, like Harry Whittington. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_acw1kO1QJ1iGvOO0vVs2ObnZf_T_oPeB7xtnhdnn2evNxnucxNmkgySbZfnkvKtMVn6t0PfwwO0PbeHP1pTVVC2qJYd3ya4ot3VXi2OV4k-toXSB1F-CxxUauZz_CyabGD_e/s500/pulpporn-maxnortic-salaisuus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="305" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_acw1kO1QJ1iGvOO0vVs2ObnZf_T_oPeB7xtnhdnn2evNxnucxNmkgySbZfnkvKtMVn6t0PfwwO0PbeHP1pTVVC2qJYd3ya4ot3VXi2OV4k-toXSB1F-CxxUauZz_CyabGD_e/s320/pulpporn-maxnortic-salaisuus.jpg" /></a></div><p><i>Dirty Secrets</i> (<i>Salaisuus </i>in Finnish) then again is a funny expose romp in which two rivaling women's magazines are making features of a well-to-do family that's been chosen as "The Family of the Year". Under their facade, there's under-age sex, lesbianism, fetishism and other steamy stuff. Some of the sex scenes are actually quite titillating, but what's more important is that the book moves on quite fast. There's always something happening. <i>Total Awareness</i> is the least of the bunch, but holds some interest as a picture of its age: the middle-class couple gets acquainted with a sex cult and its charismatic leader, so it's about the aftermath of hippie culture. This one is played mainly for the sex scenes, though there are some interesting set pieces here and there, especially the one with the Chaplin comedy that's intertwined with a real couple having sex in front of the screen. </p><p></p><p>I've been reading so much smut lately that I'm not really sure whether my judgment is reliable. But Max Nortic's books really stand out among some of the crap I've come across. Some of that crap makes me laugh, some of it makes me only bored. It would be interesting to read other people's comments on Nortic's work. Here's <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Secrets-Max-Nortic-ebook/dp/B00NTT4HBW/ref=sr_1_8?dchild=1&qid=1617273355&refinements=p_27%3AMax+Nortic&s=books&sr=1-8"><i>Dirty Secrets</i></a> for Kindle, and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Code-Name-Virgin-Max-Nortic-ebook/dp/B00HSSZVZQ/ref=sr_1_7?dchild=1&qid=1617273355&refinements=p_27%3AMax+Nortic&s=books&sr=1-7">here's </a><i>The Code Name: Gypsy Virgin</i>. </p><p>But who was Max Nortic? There's a copyright notice from 1968 saying that the pseudonym belongs to one Max Citron (see?), but I can't find any info on him. Is Max Citron a pseudonym? A house name, perhaps? So, if anyone knows anything about Max Citron-Nortic, please, speak up! </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-78742787470248980582021-03-24T15:32:00.000+02:002021-03-24T15:32:11.246+02:00Unidentified sleaze paperback<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1hPJ8hP4rIaqDAfP8FbiUwcVG-1q195fEZDOvIxbtJ4Mf2kkkUWyWcxxuTRB0a-tVpY61cRKHiFzGyZEnFaphuI63U1Zy8xCTijie92-X1q1TRaiR-xrbr4B-hjcVZhzrpIR/s500/pulpporn-rinnatkuinrevolverit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="354" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1hPJ8hP4rIaqDAfP8FbiUwcVG-1q195fEZDOvIxbtJ4Mf2kkkUWyWcxxuTRB0a-tVpY61cRKHiFzGyZEnFaphuI63U1Zy8xCTijie92-X1q1TRaiR-xrbr4B-hjcVZhzrpIR/s320/pulpporn-rinnatkuinrevolverit.jpg" /></a></div><br />Here's still another one of those sex papebacks I've been unable to obtain any reliable information about. It's by one Jo Ann Sheer, and it's supposed to be called <i>Alayne's Secret Pleasures</i>. It came out in Finnish with a stupid and irrelevant title "Rinnat kuin revolverit", which means "Breasts like revolvers", which bears no relation to the novel. It came out in 1978. I can't find any book as by Jo Ann Sheer and certainly not "Alayne's Secret Pleasures". <p></p><p>The book is not crime, as some of the previous examples are. This is a rather loosely narrated story of Evan, who works in a men's mag, and Alayne, who's an ex-ballerina and living with Evan. They have a fight, as Alayne asks for too much sex, and Evan whips her with a belt, which Alayne of course enjoys immensely and says later that at that time he could finally respect Evan. They part their ways, only to meet later in Germany at the launch party of a new sex magazine called European Views. The way Alayne gets her money to travel to Europe is an especially nasty one: she and her lesbian friend fight each other naked in a bar (and when I say fight, I mean it), and when Alayne wins, she has to whip her friend in front of the audience. If she declines, her friend gets thrown in the river. After the whipping the women are raped. It's no pleasure reading this stuff, though there are titillating moments. The ending is a happy one: Evan and Alayne get back together, now that Evan knows how Alayne should be treated.</p><p>There are some inside jokes and references in the book: the editing office of European Views, the new sex mag, is described in detail (I'll translate back to English): "The gay photographer, the shabby office hasn't officially been rented, the staff writers are two homeless and rootless guys, who have nowhere else to rest their heads." The publisher of European Views could be modeled after a real person, there's that certain ring to it. In one scene Evan is seen reading a copy of a 0008 book by Clyde Allison. (There's no way a Finnish writer could know this, since they have never been translated.) I believe this a bona fide American sex novel published by an obscure house, and it was written by someone who was in the industry him- or herself. </p><p>A reader of this blog found a book that was written and published as by another writer <a href="http://pulpetti.blogspot.com/2021/03/more-unidentified-sleaze-paperbacks.html">in one of these posts</a>: H. P. Jaye wrote a gay porn novel <i>The Go-Down Man</i> in 1969, published by CAJ, which could be an off-shoot of Publishers Export Center hailing from El Cajon, California. PEC seems to have ceased in 1971, so these may have been one of their latest books, which might explain why they can't be found. </p><p>One thing more: I noticed there's a character called Joe Sheer in the first Parker novel, <i>The Hunter</i>, but there's no way Westlake would've written this. Is there?</p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-77350023957693770852021-03-13T21:12:00.001+02:002021-03-13T21:15:20.734+02:00Movie review of No Country for Old Men written by a lousy typewriter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb7iELMSDwtlpKSY_TQtEK5E26SWYwZy1dmg9xxVwRK0dJiI4JtTAHzsbkCu0Jf9FdQI4_AWX4uKnUuf2k0c5vk5mx7ORsFMWwI7mbEZaVi7EUgRky4ZWk0jJl9f9sYHxSS_k/s1069/kirjoituskone-nocountry.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1029" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb7iELMSDwtlpKSY_TQtEK5E26SWYwZy1dmg9xxVwRK0dJiI4JtTAHzsbkCu0Jf9FdQI4_AWX4uKnUuf2k0c5vk5mx7ORsFMWwI7mbEZaVi7EUgRky4ZWk0jJl9f9sYHxSS_k/w385-h400/kirjoituskone-nocountry.JPG" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Going through some memorabilia boxes at the cellar, I found this note, written by a plastic Barbie typewriter some years ago. Seems like I intended it for publication, but never got around to doing that. So here goes! I remember struggling with the damn machine and even fixing it (the tape was torn or something like that), though I'm not handy at this kind of thing, not at all. I believe we took the typewriter back to the thrift store soon after this. The picture of the machine is taken from Pinterest. (I never fulfilled my promise of using another typewriter from now on. What is true is that I joined the typewriter group on Yahoo. I never posted there and I don't think I ever read any of the posts, and now Yahoogroups is defunct. Oh, how time flies!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFVdB_n_mSNsPmndp3elS0BcetFbsyVgzWyI-n4Jt3YKiLDVrPivk8Hk4xGoG4BJK-nQQfWYYboArI2RvD1H_29HNKlw7tcNxh9Kydgq48MoHtom1D9i_M246lrglVcS8M7Oi/s1600/barbie-typewriter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFVdB_n_mSNsPmndp3elS0BcetFbsyVgzWyI-n4Jt3YKiLDVrPivk8Hk4xGoG4BJK-nQQfWYYboArI2RvD1H_29HNKlw7tcNxh9Kydgq48MoHtom1D9i_M246lrglVcS8M7Oi/s320/barbie-typewriter.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-61876810554664092462021-03-12T19:57:00.001+02:002021-03-12T19:57:48.171+02:00More unidentified sleaze paperbacks<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSaLEdRHM0cuVncZ1V87LRk2iKM1t-zMSIeSncHRMSZcSA0W07xdyv9hMSIHb7wkVhOy7qed8bpYBIIR5ApdJ4Pen-zqDs4LTtfDaYhhuLOgij6k2Mxy4RqWThzAHWu5E9ozQV/s500/pulpporn-grand-himonorjat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="346" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSaLEdRHM0cuVncZ1V87LRk2iKM1t-zMSIeSncHRMSZcSA0W07xdyv9hMSIHb7wkVhOy7qed8bpYBIIR5ApdJ4Pen-zqDs4LTtfDaYhhuLOgij6k2Mxy4RqWThzAHWu5E9ozQV/s320/pulpporn-grand-himonorjat.jpg" /></a></div><br /> I've now been reading more of these old sleaze and porn paperbacks that were published in Finland in the late seventies, and I've come up with at least two more books that don't seem to have been published in English at all. Yet the books seem authentically American to me, with all the names of the characters, the plots and the milieus and stuff. Mind you, a foreign writer almost never gets everything right. <p></p><p>The other one - the more interesting one - is <i>Between All of Us</i> as by Bob Grand. It was published in Finnish in 1978 under the more fitting title <i>Himon orjat</i> (<i>Passion's Slaves</i> or <i>Slaves of Passion</i>), and it fits nicely in the James M. Cain tradition of hardboiled crime writing. Jay Forbes is a young drifter who's left his job after winning $400 in poker. He's somewhere in Florida and runs out of luck with women and gambling. He spots an advertisement for a job at the dog-race trainer. The owner of the place is an old drunk, and his middle-aged wife, who's still good looking, seems frigid. The daughter of the man who does the actual training of the dogs is a teenage nympho. Forbes smells trouble, but doesn't leave, even though he doesn't really know why. You see where this is going to, right? And yes indeed, the wife suggests she and Forbes poison the top dog of the ranch, so the old drunk would commit suicide and they could take his money. And you see where <i>this </i>is leading, right? </p><p>The book is filled with long sex scenes, but beneath them is a solid, if a bit unimaginative noir novel of the <i>Postman Always Rings Twice</i> school. This could've been written by Harry Whittington or Day Keene. Possibly it's an old unsold manuscript peppered with liberal sex and sold to Finland. It's happened before (Bruce Cassiday, <a href="http://pulpetti.blogspot.com/2007/10/frank-castles-sowers-of-doom.html">Frank Castle</a>, <a href="http://pulpetti.blogspot.com/2018/06/grover-brinkman.html">Grover Brinkman</a> and some others), so why not with this one? </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1JZ_K5tI9Wk6o9Qli1bSPmysO6hRw7XrQgk6qjvKx96T5J6805OBtld9rjo6RfYdfRKlq1pGlfADHOi5wMZqz3ulc1KPBWD48U0vDDFDKLJ0wlrzcuYl2W9u5Ct5WEyfFbZA/s500/pulpporn-jaye-%25C3%25A4iti%25C3%25A4tyt%25C3%25A4rt%25C3%25A4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="358" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1JZ_K5tI9Wk6o9Qli1bSPmysO6hRw7XrQgk6qjvKx96T5J6805OBtld9rjo6RfYdfRKlq1pGlfADHOi5wMZqz3ulc1KPBWD48U0vDDFDKLJ0wlrzcuYl2W9u5Ct5WEyfFbZA/s320/pulpporn-jaye-%25C3%25A4iti%25C3%25A4tyt%25C3%25A4rt%25C3%25A4.jpg" /></a></div><br />The other one I stumbled on was called <i>Come, Come, My Lover,</i> and it was published as by H. P. Jaye. In Finnish it has a different title: <i>Äitiä, tytärtä ja pikkusiskoa</i>, which translates back as "Mother, Daughter and the Little Sister" or some such. Once again, no record of this book can be found. This is more like a curio, and it's not criminous, though several crimes occur. It's a collection of three short stories, "Sheila", "Gloria", and "Susie". The first one is about the erotic activities of a young girl, the second one is about Gloria Reasoner (sic!), the 30-year-old magazine editor and socialite who gets mixed up with a gang member who's also seen raping a gay man with his gang, and the third one is about a young girl who's gotten pregnant to a guy called Cutler Stark. Cutler is a bit hippieish and a drop-out, and Susie's mother doesn't approve of him. And of course he ends up banging the mother. After this Cutler has sex with Susie's little sister (of course he does, what did you expect?). Then Susie's conservative dad (who's also having an affair) comes home, and after he's found out what's happened he decides to evict Cutler. Instead Susie runs away, now also from Cutler. <p></p><p>If anyone knows what these books are in English, and when they were originally published, or indeed if they have been published in English at all, please let me know in comments. </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-40613101600682704512021-02-17T21:05:00.001+02:002021-03-13T08:50:42.808+02:00Another paperback sleaze problem: Jason Brown: Little Girl Gone<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1dMb1l6stWmVoVIBCstigySlLVYiggvUNREQeg_CPTntPrNRY5LNboQQpahJNIRU_qjoa-3FOlX54-kMZ0NDVaqDna-lddZEYZBYvEl_OykgRlPi1Ywl-3JFEaD0PEPHKlhw/s1200/reitt%25C3%25A4pitkinkuolemaan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1dMb1l6stWmVoVIBCstigySlLVYiggvUNREQeg_CPTntPrNRY5LNboQQpahJNIRU_qjoa-3FOlX54-kMZ0NDVaqDna-lddZEYZBYvEl_OykgRlPi1Ywl-3JFEaD0PEPHKlhw/s320/reitt%25C3%25A4pitkinkuolemaan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>In my previous post, I was asking about two crime-cum-sex paperbacks that were published in Finland as by Ralph Hayes, but didn't actually seem to be Hayes's work. At least he himself denied that, and as I said in the post, I couldn't locate the possible original books via WorldCat, Abebooks or other sites. </p><p></p><p>Now here's another one. It's also situated in the sub-genre of crime novels that have lots of explicit sex in them, and it's a pretty good one at that. I can't find anything about the book or the author, and it has come to me that maybe the Finnish publisher came up with non-existent titles so as not to have to pay the author or the original publisher for the work. </p><p>The book in question is by one Jason Brown and the Finnish edition gives the original title as "Little Girl Gone" (the Finnish title <i>Reittä pitkin kuolemaan</i> is impossible to translate back to English). Now, that does sound like a legitimate sleazy crime novel, but I can't find anything to match the time frame (it was published in Finland in 1978) or the description. Jason Brown doesn't seem to have published anything in English language. </p><p>The book takes place somewhere in the South, and in it one Berk Marshall, a young guy in his twenties or thirties, goes back home to find out his grandpa is dead, seemingly by accident, but Berk can't fathom how his grandpa could've shot himself, since he was always so careful with guns. Berk finds out someone's been selling grandpa's forest behind his back all the time. The sex scenes involve Berk's two teenage crushes Sammy and Mary Ellen, between whom he really can't choose. There is also a scene with the forest caretaker's wife that the caretaker ushers on to be able to snatch photos of his wife and Berk making it out together so he can file for divorce. In the end, Berk gathers all the suspects together to reveal the guilty one. </p><p>So <i>Little Girl Gone</i>, whoever wrote it, is a legitimate crime novel, with some gun action, fist fights and car chases, with a healthy dose of X-rated sex thrown in. Who wrote it, who published it and when did this happen? Inquiring minds need to know!</p><p>Mind you, this is not the only crime novel I've found in the midst of the American sex paperbacks I've been going through lately. There's also Alexander Keith's <i>The Love Gun</i> (published possibly by Bee-Line Books in the early 1970's) that features a murder of a hunting party's member and even some police work. The book takes place in Canada, and Alexander Keith was the name of a famous Canadian politician and businessman, so I presume the writer is actually Canadian, hiding behind a pseudonym which means something only to other Canadians. The book's not bad, though reading these in a row makes it difficult to judge. (I couldn't find exact publishing date for this, but I was able to buy it on Kindle, and the AdultBookCovers site has two other smut titles by Alexander Keith, and they were published by Bee-Line Books, so I presume it's a real book!) </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-70802074397393502602020-12-22T13:25:00.002+02:002021-01-05T16:10:51.501+02:00Anyone recognize these two sleaze paperbacks by Ralph Hayes? <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3jxauCPQUX1mooG4-Vg8gw5vtGha2VKi_GQDskLNr5ntqH2308QVdAoUU6acQTs8TgUaccf3ccBYgK_xwRUyfg3PpL992UYSUHNCIObDtwawCU1R5GzXprFYKd_10tzsW0xp/s2015/hayes+paheellinen+vaimo.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3jxauCPQUX1mooG4-Vg8gw5vtGha2VKi_GQDskLNr5ntqH2308QVdAoUU6acQTs8TgUaccf3ccBYgK_xwRUyfg3PpL992UYSUHNCIObDtwawCU1R5GzXprFYKd_10tzsW0xp/s320/hayes+paheellinen+vaimo.jpg" /></a></div> As you probably remember, I'm doing a book American adult/sleaze/sex paperbacks that were published in Finnish in the 1960s and 1970s. There's quite a bit information on these books and their writers in the web nowadays, but there are still some books I can't find any info on. <p></p><p>I'm willing to look elsewhere when the books are not interesting, but these two books as by Ralph Hayes are too good not to try find out who published them originally and when. </p><p>Hayes is an interesting character in his own right, having published lots of genre fiction from the sixties onwards. He might still be alive, since Paperback Warrior interviewed him almost two years ago (read the interview <a href="http://www.paperbackwarrior.com/2019/04/paperback-warrior-unmasking-interview.html">here</a>), and I've asked the gentlemen at Paperback Warrior to find out if that is indeed so and if Hayes himself can shed any light on this. </p><p>So, anyone know anything about these two? The other one is called "Smiling Lips" or some such in Finnish, and it's about a young doctor in a hospital, and there's a farmers' demonstration (!) which ends up in violence and the hospital has take lots of wounded farmers in. There are lots of gay and lesbian sex scenes, and there's also lots of romance, so this is not just another jerk-off book. </p><p>The other one is called "Unvirtuous Wife" in Finnish, and it's a very good book in its own genre: a mix of hardboiled thriller and porn book. It also boasts a contemporary Western feel, since it's located in Texas on a horse ranch, and the book's climax (sic!) is a big shoot-out at the ranch. The head character is a young and beautiful woman, who has to tend to the farm almost all by herself, since her husband is in Vietnam. The bank keeps asking about mortgages, and the woman has sex with the bank manager to fend him off. She also gets help from a mysterious stranger, who seduces her to give him blowjobs. Then the husband comes suddenly back from the war. The sex scenes are all motivated and move the plot forward, which is amazing, since in many of the sex paperbacks I've read they exist almost in a vacuum. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pw5onLGEVjAh2lTlylQetN6aRdvOATO-jKAf0j4ICAYKNS2_GWVq4SaE925M3nHcOVtnODtF3CieO6SWD_rru0zMyLnRuo58LEueYkQ6YnaacDA5_RIfAp_Auv5eUJGveGgn/s500/hayes+hymyhuulet.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pw5onLGEVjAh2lTlylQetN6aRdvOATO-jKAf0j4ICAYKNS2_GWVq4SaE925M3nHcOVtnODtF3CieO6SWD_rru0zMyLnRuo58LEueYkQ6YnaacDA5_RIfAp_Auv5eUJGveGgn/s320/hayes+hymyhuulet.jpg" /></a></div>Both books were published in Finnish as by Ralph Hayes (the name is in the title page, hence it doesn't show on the cover), but I can't locate their original American publisher, nor the publishing year. No original titles are given in the books, so I can't check with those either. They can of course be by any other writer, and Hayes's name is in them by mistake. The covers are not American. <br /><p></p><p>I'd appreciate any comments. </p><p><b>EDIT: </b>Ralph Hayes commented later saying these are not his books. So whose books are they? </p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-79202288983539354402020-11-16T23:13:00.001+02:002020-11-16T23:13:14.085+02:00Sixties' sleaze twofer: Mark Clements's The Boss's Daughter & Ken Kane's Racket Babe<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtM6sG07-IVlCqW3fPW3n4u9Kmf-WyXAsr_iuaSWQT3PLa1YpeuThW-pTsV_FnjqS8m3e92Pu_n9yUEgxk1byEWMRCQw7fLDppf8eBlQE2kgJwpysFXDZm7BpJ64oCJmhixyYC/s2015/markclements-pomontyr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtM6sG07-IVlCqW3fPW3n4u9Kmf-WyXAsr_iuaSWQT3PLa1YpeuThW-pTsV_FnjqS8m3e92Pu_n9yUEgxk1byEWMRCQw7fLDppf8eBlQE2kgJwpysFXDZm7BpJ64oCJmhixyYC/s320/markclements-pomontyr.jpg" /></a></div>Hello again, it's been a while, huh? I got back to doing my book on American sleaze paperbacks translated in Finnish and read these two old paperbacks, both written in the mid-sixties and published in Finland in the early seventies. Neither one was very good, and not much is known about the authors, but here goes nevertheless. I realize both of the translations are possibly abridged, but I have no reasonable way to check it. <p></p><p>Mark Clements's <i>The Boss's Daughter</i> (Midwood, 1965) is about Brad Kirby, a well-to-do newspaper man, whose wife is beautiful, but frigid at times. The wife also happens to be Kirby's employer, a wealthy and influential business tycoon. Kirby finds out his wife might possibly have an affair, and in a jealous rage he has sex with the neighbor's wife. After this his wife's good-looking bombshell of a little sister is coming to visit. She is a nymphomaniac and has decided to have sex with as many men as possible, so he starts immediately to hit on Kirby. The kid sister's own escapades are also described. The climax should be a thrilling foursome, but for some reason it all boils down to a short ending chapter, where it's just stated some of the folks were arrested. Brad Kirby's marriage also didn't cease. It's all somewhat interesting, but not very intriguing. The crime element of many other sleaze novels is missing completely. The description of class differences between Brad Kirby and his wife and father-in-law are dealt with, but not in detail. The scene between Kirby and his employer seems to be missing, so the book leaves much to be desired. </p><p>Ken Kane's <i>Racket Babe</i> (Bell-Ringer 1965) is a less interesting book, though it has some merit as a lesbian prison novel. The episode which is mentioned in the original cover (see below) is very short, though. Racket Babe is like two different authors wrote it: the beginning and the ending are intolerably sweet and romantic, while the middle part is dark and relentless, with all its violent depictions of swindles, the chaste system of the women's prison and the difficulties to get work while in parole. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXI1wgNPIYCFsBcyUJKSZ_YjbZjLxDZpT-R_18rl_ccSL2FbP8j5EsLmTfr_q7t1cOpBJRlhljxzM2pdINF5uGAeJKhDoefaIUDCW4-jEKiCtgusNEd7VfcAor4YyiJJzJwrt/s2015/kenkane-houkutuslintu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXI1wgNPIYCFsBcyUJKSZ_YjbZjLxDZpT-R_18rl_ccSL2FbP8j5EsLmTfr_q7t1cOpBJRlhljxzM2pdINF5uGAeJKhDoefaIUDCW4-jEKiCtgusNEd7VfcAor4YyiJJzJwrt/s320/kenkane-houkutuslintu.jpg" /></a></div>The racket babe of the title is Connie, who falls in love with a young soldier named Derek. They are separated (because of a stupid scheme to meet in three weeks' time) and Connie is running on empty. He falls in with a guy called Duke, who plays poker for money and sets up Connie with married men to strongarm them. Connie and Duke get arrested, and Connie is sent to prison, where she keeps company to a butch called Timmy and gets protection in return. After the prison, she's on parole, but the only job she gets is a lousy diner where she doesn't get enough pay and is told to lie about the money to the parole officer. Then she gets the proposition to become the diner's owner's paid lover. Connie flees, but notices soon she can't hold up on her own and is ready to become the lover, but - then she suddenly meets Derek again! Derek is now handsome and wealthy and bears absolutely no grudges. Happy end. You hear what I'm saying? No way this is a one-man job! <br /><br />One other thing that bothered me: there's a mention of the Korean war like it happened just some years ago. And yet this<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4CXx4Duy8AdESgzwQjj-FPe1XeGwt0X22huqqcVySnQcHCSHmxiOrt2ydswq9YmtaN9_uSJrHF7Vq81NVPKC7XeTLlZWt-engwxJMTNXQ415YFBCLIyi_CVLVX0IQo_4Hljs/s1288/pulpporn-kenkane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1288" data-original-width="873" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4CXx4Duy8AdESgzwQjj-FPe1XeGwt0X22huqqcVySnQcHCSHmxiOrt2ydswq9YmtaN9_uSJrHF7Vq81NVPKC7XeTLlZWt-engwxJMTNXQ415YFBCLIyi_CVLVX0IQo_4Hljs/s320/pulpporn-kenkane.jpg" /></a></div>was published in 1965, 12 years after the war! Is this really a reprint of a fifties' book that no one edited for its second edition? <br /><br /><p></p><p>One thing that keeps me from blogging is how lousy Blogger's photo editor is nowadays! It was perfectly okay, but then they messed it up this Fall. I've uploaded some of the photos in this post for four or five times already, and now I just can't do it anymore, so let the chips fall where they may. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-72403481385846106992020-01-21T13:12:00.002+02:002021-03-31T14:36:28.719+03:00Sex writer Peter Keyes's real name solved? <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I'm after a long, long hiatus getting back to my book on American sleaze paperbacks translated in Finnish (received a small grant for it). It will be called "Pulpografia Erotica", and I believe it could be out sometime next year. Will probably self-publish it through Helmivyö, my own print-on-demand publishing house.<br />
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I have an entry for Peter Keyes, who wrote erotica mainly for Brandon House, titles like <i>The Love Odds</i> (1967), <i>Soft Savage Cat</i> (1967), <i>Love Formula</i> (1967) ja <i>Between Two Women</i> (1968). He has three translations in Finnish, all from Brandon House.<br />
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I started digging out who he might have been. I had a note of him being really one A. V. Connors (don't know where this came from, possibly from Pat Hawk's pseudonyms catalog), but then I noticed the Catalog of Copyright Entries listed one of the sleaze novels by Peter Keyes for one Andrew J. Collins. I decided to check further and opened up the <a href="http://www.philsp.com/homeville/fmi/0start.htm">Fictionmags Index</a>. And bingo, there he was, having written a dozen crime stories for some pulp and early digest magazines in 1949-1950 and then one in 1960 for the Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine. No info on Collins, though. In WorldCat I noticed that a book (possibly a Western) called <i>The Land Grabbers</i> (Major 1975) was also released as by Peter Keyes. I couldn't find even a cover for the book, sadly. I googled once more with the book's and the writer's name, and came upon another copyright entry saying that the writer of <i>The Land Grabbers</i> was indeed Andrew J. Collins.<br />
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I should say it's safe to assume that sex writer Peter Keyes was pulp writer Andrew J. Collins. Any info on him would be of interest, alongside with the cover scan of <i>The Land Grabbers</i>.<br />
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I put a bibliographic entry for Collins up in my bibliography blog <a href="https://pulpetti-biblio.blogspot.com/2020/01/bibliography-for-andrew-j-collins-aka.html">here</a>.<br />
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<b>PS.</b> <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/1970/04/12/archives/publishing-in-the-promised-land.html">Here's </a>an interesting article about Brandon House in New York Times in 1970.<div><br /></div><div><b>PS2.</b> I updated the bibliography of Collins, see <a href="https://pulpetti-biblio.blogspot.com/2020/01/bibliography-for-andrew-j-collins-aka.html">here</a>.</div>jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-91086501789913381842020-01-15T23:39:00.001+02:002020-01-16T11:02:08.852+02:00Dorothy M. Johnson: The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, and A Man Called Horse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWqP_YaDCaKtLiyG_yNvlm89KswwMdJv-Q7GQtWM7i31XIXBQpb8H-7XvQSJo2U_HBMyp1d6eaMmjUPtEeD6j5jQF4oTIfiAxUpEh8e4Ig_rkUVETAs4uOYLNkcrtm-7kDb1M/s1600/79374302_10157141159725749_8858781690550550528_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="953" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWqP_YaDCaKtLiyG_yNvlm89KswwMdJv-Q7GQtWM7i31XIXBQpb8H-7XvQSJo2U_HBMyp1d6eaMmjUPtEeD6j5jQF4oTIfiAxUpEh8e4Ig_rkUVETAs4uOYLNkcrtm-7kDb1M/s320/79374302_10157141159725749_8858781690550550528_o.jpg" width="190" /></a>I've been going through some American Western classics that have never been translated in Finnish, for some reason or another (someone might remember I read Thomas Berger's <i>Little Big Man</i> over a year ago; this has to do with the same project). First I tackled Michael Ondaatje's pretty cryptic <i>The Collected Works of Billy the Kid</i>. I can't say I understood all of it, but nevertheless managed through (and even wrote an essay on it!).<br />
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Secondly, I read two short stories by Dorothy M. Johnson, in the collection called <i>Indian Country</i>. Now, she seems to be a bona fide American classic, but she's never been translated in Finnish, and I can't see why not. She's a very good writer, with a somewhat hardboiled and even modernist understated style to her writing ("less is more", one might say), and her stories are actually closer to the later cycle of revisionist Westerns than the classic Westerns.<br />
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"The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance", possibly her best known short story, differs greatly from John Ford's film, and to its advantage, I might say. I for one am more interested in the seedy characters of Johnson than the pleasantries of James Stewart or the macho posturing of John Wayne. Johnson's Ranse Foster (Stoddard in the film) is an unpleasant and uppity young man who almost deserves to get whipped by Liberty Valance, and Bert Barricune - the film's Tom Doniphon (I don't know why they changed the names) - isn't the brave and courageous man of Ford's film. He even ends up in jail in Johnson's story. The ending is also different, and better than in the film, in my mind, but you'll have to read the story to find out.<br />
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John Ford's film is deservedly a classic, though it has its setbacks, but "A Man Called Horse" is definitely better than the sensational film. Here Johnson produces a dignified narrative of a man captured by the Crows (in the film they are Sioux). Johnson's story doesn't have the exploitative self-torture scenes of the film, and it's more mundane, which makes it seem more realistic. The ending is touching.<br />
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I didn't have the time to read more Johnson, though I definitely intend to. Her "The Hanging Tree" was also made into a film, and <a href="https://scholarworks.umt.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=5135&context=etd">here's </a>an interesting essay on the troubled history of the short story or novellette (or novella). The writer doesn't really seem to like Johnson's writing, and I think she's mistaken when she says Johnson relies on stereotypes, but the story behind "The Hanging Tree" is intriguing. Feels like Johnson stopped writing Westerns after the frustrating experience.jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-34856732911612188032019-10-29T23:07:00.000+02:002019-10-29T23:07:01.353+02:00Tuesday's Overlooked Film: Dennis Hopper: Out of the Blue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwJJc_jQvTwJ6c66EQhp1a10aWfRRl3EE9lpv6JkPGHGOj4TKDI2mo2sHtScFYKs_cTd_A-sbSOK3o3IAt_P4daarNS6f8ADe7o87Q_GSa3voA-GMAL3XAByBICYATr1GjzZl/s1600/Out_of_the_Blue_Film.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="388" data-original-width="256" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwJJc_jQvTwJ6c66EQhp1a10aWfRRl3EE9lpv6JkPGHGOj4TKDI2mo2sHtScFYKs_cTd_A-sbSOK3o3IAt_P4daarNS6f8ADe7o87Q_GSa3voA-GMAL3XAByBICYATr1GjzZl/s320/Out_of_the_Blue_Film.jpg" width="211" /></a>Dennis Hopper made only a few films as a director. His third directorial effort was <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out_of_the_Blue_(1980_film)">Out of the Blue</a></i> (1980) that has largely almost duplicated his earlier film's, <i>The Last Movie's</i> fate: the film hasn't really been available to audiences for many years. I've heard there has been a dismal DVD release, but I hadn't seen the film myself before this week's Monday when I had a chance to see it on big screen, on 35 mm film. The film was made in Canada and shot in British Columbia and Vancouver. Hopper clearly couldn't have made this in Hollywood.<br />
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<i>Out of the Blue</i> is a restless film about a young girl called Cebe who lives in a dysfunctional family (well, he has Dennis Hopper as her father, right?) and is interested only in Elvis and punk rock. She keeps saying things like "subvert normality" and "disco sucks" and "kill all hippies!" Her father is released from jail, and the family pretends everything's normal. There's even some criminal stuff, but the story doesn't focus on it.<br />
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The film is very non-dramatic. Nothing much happens, and seems like Hopper has allowed his actors to improvise. This could be fatal, but it works here, since the acting reflects the free-flowing narration. The film has quite an experimental soundtrack, since there are scenes with two different pieces of music playing at the same time, and the actors also speak over each other almost all the time. This all makes the film a bit jarring, but it's also quite effective and even funny at times, with Hopper pouring liquor all over his face and shouting and stuff like that. The shots are quite long and there are elaborate camera drives and pans, which makes clear the film wasn't made sloppily and on a whim.<br />
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<i>Out of the Blue</i> is a very depressing film and it ends with a very tragic climax. Hopper refuses to give an explanation to the tragedy, which makes it even more depressing. There are some scenes with punk bands of the era, mainly the Canadian Pointed Sticks playing two songs, and they are great, energetic powerpop anthems! <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anCA_XXO9tM">Check them out!</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.chicagoreader.com/Bleader/archives/2015/09/29/dennis-hoppers-out-of-the-blue-remains-a-powerful-depiction-of-teen-delinquency">Here's </a>a pretty good essay on the film. There's a <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/elizabethkarr/save-dennis-hoppers-out-of-the-blue">Kickstarter project</a> to restore the film and release it in 4K Blu-ray.<br />
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More Overlooked Films at <a href="https://socialistjazz.blogspot.com/">Todd Mason's blog</a> (later, it seems).<br />
<br />jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-86414672891728225782019-09-17T22:44:00.001+03:002020-01-15T23:41:42.048+02:00Once Upon a Time in... Hollywood (spoilers!)Lots has been said about Tarantino's newest film, and I don't pretend I have something entirely new to say about it. I enjoyed the film, but two weeks after seeing it I notice I don't really remember much about it. This is a totally different reaction from <i>Reservoir Dogs</i> (which, admittedly, I saw three times in a row) or <i>Pulp Fiction</i> or even <i>Django</i>, which I enjoyed a great deal, though I had given up on Tarantino after being bored watching <i>Kill Bill</i> (which I haven't rewatched).<br />
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But I keep thinking about the new film. There's something I can't quite put my finger on. The narrative is very loose, there really is no plot (I think this is something people who didn't like the film are complaining about) and there are scenes that don't usher the story on. The ending has also been criticized, a friend of mine said it was an adolescent fantasy. To me it was possibly the point of the whole film. As everyone probably knows already, the Sharon Tate murders don't take place in the world of Tarantino's film. This is because Brad Pitt kills Charles Manson's cronies in a frenzied battle after they've gone to a wrong house! Shortly before we've witnessed Sharon Tate watching her film (the Matt Helm vehicle <i>The Wrecking Crew</i>) in a state of happiness and joy. The magic of cinema is so strong that it can even give you the world where Sharon Tate was not killed! This is pure poetry to me, and a proof that Tarantino really loves cinema and is not simply a movie buff showing off.<br />
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Or then the ending scene could be fiction, imagination. Just before Manson's killers enter the house, Pitt drops some acid. I think it's entirely plausible to say that Pitt just imagined the whole thing. It might also explain the weird scene with Bruce Lee.<br />
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I was also thinking about the films that are being watched or are visible in other ways, i.e. as posters on the wall. Almost none of them seem to be very good (for example, <i>The Wrecking Crew</i>), but it seems to me Tarantino has affinity towards all of them. See these links: <a href="https://variety.com/2019/film/news/once-upon-a-time-in-hollywood-10-films-influences-easy-rider-1203278921">Ten films you need to see to appreciate Once Upon a Time in... Hollywood</a> and <a href="https://www.sonypictures.com/corp/press_releases/2019/0716/quentintarantinocuratesone-of-a-kindfilmseriesforsonypicturestelevisionsnetworksworldwide">Tarantino's curated list of the films to go with OUATIH</a>. This is a work of true love.<br />
<br />jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-50691994268199465322019-08-14T23:58:00.002+03:002019-08-14T23:58:49.140+03:00Tana French: The Witch Elm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5lEgqivnPvRCCmoBzTeYwulKtG1080Ede5glyJhbAEjHhght18h_jaOglGdWEDB58cOj-qvdGzSGFMWTHoi7o3tgHAV2RFPN9UUPFAxeVuTvwzXwla1yAusbq3Ne5yX4xHge/s1600/tanafrench-witchelm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5lEgqivnPvRCCmoBzTeYwulKtG1080Ede5glyJhbAEjHhght18h_jaOglGdWEDB58cOj-qvdGzSGFMWTHoi7o3tgHAV2RFPN9UUPFAxeVuTvwzXwla1yAusbq3Ne5yX4xHge/s320/tanafrench-witchelm.jpg" width="240" /></a>As almost everyone who's ever read my blog (that sadly seems defunct most of the time nowadays) knows I love American crime fiction. But when I read <a href="https://crimereads.com/tana-french-were-all-unreliable-narrators/">this interview</a> with Irish writer (okay, she was born in the US) Tana French, I knew immediately I'd have to read something by her. I settled on her newest novel and read it during the holidays.<br />
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<i>The Witch Elm </i>is a devilishly brilliant novel, with a unreliable narrator who has a reason for his unreliability: he has been knocked out and beaten by some burglars, and due to the concussion he can't remember everything he's said or done. He's not your everyday sociopath that now people almost every crime novel, and he's not a devious criminal. He's just a guy with bad luck - or is he..? <br />
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<i>The Witch Elm</i> is pitch-perfect satire on art world, and furthermore it's full of true notions of the middle-aged lives and the interactions between brothers and sisters. Violence is very scarce, but this is no cozy.<br />
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It took me almost a week to read <i>The Witch Elm</i>, but it was very rewarding. It's not usual to read a crime novel that is so well executed, even though the book is quite long (over 600 pages). Yet there's nothing in it in vain. I wouldn't take anything out of the book. It hooks you almost like nothing else. There aren't any of your usual narrative tricks, but the book still grabs you and holds you down. It's truly a wonder Tana French hasn't been translated in Finnish, though seems like they are publishing only books that are sure to sell, namely Scandinavian serial killer thrillers. Blah, say I!<br />
<br />jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-43569300519748780772019-08-08T20:52:00.002+03:002019-08-08T21:26:57.287+03:00Friday's Forgotten Book: Donald E. Westlake: Brothers Keepers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZdkeA-GUmW4SLR54_ezPS1M8HI978iLBzeb-66s3OtQpccHlE_CxPZtbWV_wY5tdoIz8D_mgK-m5qT4t1hFl7sVmD6HH3kicm987jZM58nGGoUaIdjwF-iWNyXqwexQFxS4X/s1600/brotherskeepers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZdkeA-GUmW4SLR54_ezPS1M8HI978iLBzeb-66s3OtQpccHlE_CxPZtbWV_wY5tdoIz8D_mgK-m5qT4t1hFl7sVmD6HH3kicm987jZM58nGGoUaIdjwF-iWNyXqwexQFxS4X/s320/brotherskeepers.jpg" width="200" /></a>I've always been more interested in Donald Westlake's darker and more hardboiled stories than his humorous crime fiction, but I was still delighted to read the rather recent reprint from Hard Case Crime, <i>Brothers Keepers</i>. There's originality to the plot and the characters (it's about monks trying to protect their obscure monastery from the developers), and the prose flows smoothly. Still I would've liked some more fist fights.<br />
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Hard Case Crime say on their website that the book has been out of print for 30 years. It was originally published by Lippincott in 1975, but there was a Mysterious Press reprint in 1993, so technically it hasn't been out of print for 30 years.<br />
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This was one of the few books I managed to read during my Summer holiday that wasn't work-related. I'll try to get something said about the other books as well. Sorry to keep this so short, but I think it might be fun to get back to blogging (once again!).<br />
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jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-48978763516243553662019-04-03T18:55:00.002+03:002019-08-08T20:55:06.163+03:00Ed Wood's sex stories coming your way!?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ed Wood's erotic prose is getting a collection. Find out more about it <a href="http://www.cinepunx.com/blood-sex-and-falsies-ed-woods-erotic-short-fiction-returns-to-spread-angora-fever/">here</a>!<br />
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I never got around to reading Wood's earlier horror and crime collection <i>Blood Spatters Quickly</i>, though I was tempted, but this intrigues me even more.<br /><br />EDIT: deleting spam comments I managed to delete also Todd Mason's comment which, for some reason or another, I hadn't noticed before.jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9919027.post-13932705850181752052019-02-06T23:13:00.001+02:002019-02-06T23:13:30.040+02:00Jordan Harper: She Rides Shotgun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm late joining the crowd praising Jordan Harper's first novel, <i>She Rides Shotgun</i>. It came out already in 2017 (okay, less than two years ago, which to my mind means it's a new book), but I managed to get it only last Christmas (it was a present from me to me). True, I read it very fast once I started it. <i>She Rides Shotgun</i> is an excellent crime novel, which really deserved the Edgar for the best debut it got.<br />
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<i>She Rides Shotgun</i> has been compared to Charles Portis's <i>True Grit</i>, a marvellous anti-Western Western from the late 1960's. True, Portis's novel is narrated by the 14-year female lead herself, and <i>She Rides Shotgun</i> is divided between chapters in which the main focalizer (and not the narrator) is either 11-year old Polly McClusky or his ex-con father Park, who is out to save her ass from the neo-nazis that already killed her mother.<br />
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The premise is already intriguing. Add to that Harper's narrative skills and his lines of occasional poetry, and you have a winner. Add to that a copious amount of shuddering violence, and you have a double-winner. And mind you, there's never a hint of sexual abuse toward Polly, though lesser writers might have veered into that direction. I didn't know if the prelude with the bad sheriff of a Hicksville was necessary, but it got the fear of him into my heart.<br />
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You've all probably read about <a href="https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/02/11/a-suspense-novelists-trail-of-deceptions?utm_campaign=aud-dev&utm_source=nl&utm_brand=tny&utm_mailing=TNY_Magazine_020419_DailyList&utm_medium=email&bxid=5be9ede724c17c6adf0a78fe&user_id=50081578&utm_term=TNY_Daily">Dan Mallory</a> already. I have his <i>Woman in the Window</i> as by A. J. Finn sitting on a shelf, but I can forget it and read <i>She Rides Shotgun</i> again instead. (But really, the New Yorker piece on Mallory is amazing.)jurinummelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341211256652624861noreply@blogger.com1