Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Pierce’s Picks: “The Scent of Death”

A weekly alert for followers of crime, mystery, and thriller fiction.

The Scent of Death, by Andrew Taylor (HarperCollins UK):
British fictionist Taylor has been making rival authors jealous ever since he won the John Creasey Memorial Award from the Crime Writers’ Association (CWA) for Caroline Minuscule, his 1982 debut work. Since then he’s gone on to create several broadly commended series, among them the Lydmouth stories and the Roth Trilogy, but in recent years has concentrated on standalone historical works with a distinctly criminal bent. The American Boy (2003; retitled An Unpardonable Crime in the States) built a gothic-seasoned mystery around a young Edgar Allan Poe, while Bleeding Heart Square (2008) was a concoction of intrigue focused on a manipulative London landlord who may have been implicated in a woman’s disappearance. It was in the wake of Bleeding Heart Square’s publication that Taylor received the CWA’s Cartier Diamond Dagger Award for his lifetime achievement in crime writing. The Scent of Death, being released this week in the UK, transports readers back to still-tiny New York City in the midst of the American Revolution. Edward Savill, a “coming man” with the British government’s colonial department, lands at Manhattan Island in 1778 with the assignment to analyze claims on property made by British loyalists rudely displaced by the independence movement. Right away, however, Savill finds himself mixed up with death--not simply the discovery of a corpse afloat in the East River, but the slaying of another man in a particularly squalid district known as Canvas Town. The authorities don’t evince much interest in these wrongdoings; they have enough worrying them, what with spies and refugees streaming into town, and suspicious fires threatening every stick of local architecture. “Justice,” in some cases, means little more than hanging a convenient black man. Yet even as Savill tries to carry out his assigned duties--distracted frequently by questions involving his hosts, the generally respected but odd Wintour clan--he becomes embroiled in a murder inquiry, the results of which could be as consequential as any threats posed by rebellious colonists. Taylor’s plot is intricate and absorbing, but it’s the quality of his prose and the depth of his characterizations that will most likely win you over.

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Also new and worth your noticing this week: Stephan Talty’s Black Irish (Ballantine), about a Harvard-educated young police detective, Absalom “Abbie” Kearney, whose return to her native Buffalo, New York, leaves her scrambling for answers after the sadistic murder of a man in a church basement--an offense that threatens to expose long-held secrets within her own family; and Angel’s Gate (Scribner), P.G. Sturges’ third wryly humorous novel about “vigilante-for-hire” Dick Henry. His search here for a missing woman leads Henry--aka the Shortcut Man--into the circle of an aging but randy Hollywood mogul, and soon draws him as well into a historical puzzle involving a death on a boat and a screenplay of uncertain authorship.

Carr Talk

It was 36 years ago today, on February 27, 1977, that author John Dickson Carr--an American recognized as being an expert developer of locked-room mysteries--died in South Carolina at age 70. His granddaughter and fellow author Shelly Dickson Carr observes this anniversary in her new blog, which also promises to tell more stories about Carr in the near future. I look forward to reading those.

(Hat tip to The Bunburyist.)

Robertson Rides into the Sunset



I was sorry to read, in The Booksteve Channel blog, that veteran American actor Dale Robertson passed away yesterday at age 89. The few mentions I’ve seen of his death so far note his starring roles in two TV westerns, Tales of Wells Fargo (1957-1962) and The Iron Horse (1966-1968). But the handsome, often broad-smiling Robertson also led a much later, Stephen J. Cannell-created series, J.J. Starbuck, playing Jerome Jeremiah “J.J.” Starbuck, an oil-rich Texan who--to quote Wikipedia--wanders across the United States in a 1961 Lincoln convertible, “helping out ‘good folks’ in trouble, using his influence and contacts, and more than often doing a little detective work.”

In tribute to Robertson, I am embedding the main title sequence from J.J. Starbuck atop this post. I don’t see any episodes of that short-lived program on YouTube, but you can watch “Death by Triangulation,” a 1967 installment of The Iron Horse, beginning here. And blogger Steve Thompson offers some “rarer than rare photos” from Robertson’s early life here.

Separating the Fit from the Fallow

It’s damnably hard to keep a blog active--just ask anyone who has tried. So I tend to cut my fellow bloggers lots of slack when it comes to updating their sites. Some people, after all, only post irregularly and may allow their blogs to remain dark for months at a stretch.

But yesterday, while I was waiting around for the carpets in my home to be shampooed (something I probably don’t schedule frequently enough), I decided to do some thorough cleaning of my own here at The Rap Sheet. I went through the lengthy list of Web links in this page’s right-hand column, checking for broken connections or site name changes. In the course of that, I found a handful of blogs that appear, sadly, to have disappeared (Mister 8, Murder, Mystery & Mayhem, and Shred of Evidence), plus a larger variety that have gone unattended long enough for me to think them abandoned.

Here are the blogs that seem to have been left derelict:

Petrona*

Rather than delete these altogether from The Rap Sheet’s links collection, I have relocated them to the blog’s separate page of Archive Sites. They will stay there, unless/until I discover that their authors have started updating the pages once more.

There was also a smaller quantity of sites I know aren’t traditionally very active, but that even by that forgiving standard have looked pretty darn uncared-for longer than I would expect. I’ll keep watch on these over the next few months, and if they finally appear dead, I shall move them to the Archive Sites page or delete them:

Writ

Should you, dear reader, happen to be the manager of any of the blogs mentioned above, I hope you’ll let me know whether you intend to reinvigorate your site; if so, I shall move it back onto The Rap Sheet’s active list. Drop me a line in the Comments section of this post, or else send me an e-mail note here.

* The inactivity here is understandable: blogger Maxine Clarke died last December.

Bits of Bond

The tepid tribute to the James Bond film franchise at this year’s Academy Awards presentation provoked a film student in Amsterdam, Kees van Dijkhuizen Jr., to assemble his own, more interesting video celebration of 007’s 50-year run on the silver screen. That work is now posted in the Rope of Silicon blog. Watch it here.

“It runs four minutes,” Silicon author Brad Brevet writes in introducing this clips compilation, “and had all four minutes somehow managed to use snippets of all the classic Bond songs, ultimately leading up to Adele walking out to sing her Oscar-nominated, and ultimately Oscar-winning, song, wouldn’t that have brought the house down?”

No doubt about that.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Mickey Spillane’s Lite Side

I’m posting these videos primarily for my wife’s entertainment. She claims not to remember seeing crime novelist Mickey Spillane in the TV commercials he shot during the late 1970s and early ’80s for Miller Lite beer; I think she just didn’t know who Spillane was back then.

I have no idea in how many of these 30-second spots Spillane appeared--often accompanied by a bouncy blonde played by actress Lee Meredith--but I found four on YouTube. The first was shown in 1976; the second dates from sometime shortly after that. Commercials No. 3 and 4 come from 1980 and 1982, respectively.







Monday, February 25, 2013

Bullet Points: Post-Oscars Edition

• If you watched the Oscars presentations Sunday night, you already know this, but it’s news worth repeating: British singer Adele won in the Best Original Song category for her work on last year’s 23rd James Bond film, Skyfall. “It’s the second time the [title] song has won an award in 2013,” notes Moviefone, “taking home the Best Original Song prize at this year’s Golden Globes.” Skyfall also tied with the movie Zero Dark Thirty in the Oscar category for Best Sound Editing. The HMSS Weblog notes that Skyfall is “the first 007 film to win more than one [Academy Award]. Goldfinger and Thunderball won one apiece. It broke a 47-year Oscar drought for the Bond series.”

• Meanwhile, Patrick Ohl continues adding to his “007 Reloaded” series in At the Scene of the Crime, most recently revisiting Ian Fleming’s 1960 short-story collection, For Your Eyes Only. Catch up with his previous series posts here.

• What gives with Holmes scholar Leslie S. Klinger’s campaign to have the United States District Court for the Northern District of Illinois “determine that the characters of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson are no longer protected by federal copyright laws ...”? Boing Boing provides the wording of Klinger’s civil action, while novelist Gary Phillips submits analysis of the situation. Updates on the campaign should become available here.

• Three milestones worth mentioning: First, congratulations to “TracyK” at the blog Bitter Tea and Mystery, which observed its first anniversary today. Second, let us offer a thumbs up to Sergio Angelini, whose crime-fiction-oriented blog, Tipping My Fedora, has now surpassed its 200,000th reader visit. And finally, outside the realm of crime fiction, kudos to Steve Benen of the must-read Maddow Blog, who this weekend celebrated 10 years of blogging about politics.

• Several years ago, I penned a post about the 1975-1976 western-detective series Barbary Coast, which starred William Shatner and Doug McClure. Over the last week, Michael Shonk of Mystery*File has revisited that ABC-TV program again, writing here about the Barbary Coast pilot film (which co-starred Dennis Cole instead of McClure) and here about four of the show’s 13 weekly episodes. I agree with Shonk, that Barbary Coast offered “moments when it is entertaining and fun, but overall the series [was] disappointing, one of failed potential.”

• Another show worth remembering: Kolchak: The Night Stalker (1974-1975), which Amber Keller applauds in Criminal Element. “I can’t think of actor Darren McGavin without picturing his portrayal of Kolchak and the various monsters of the week he was pitted against,” remarks Keller. I totally agree. If you’d like to read still more about Kolchak, check out the tribute blog It Couldn’t Happen Here ...

• Sarah Ward of Crimepieces offers a splendid write-up about Frances Crane (1890-1981), the sadly forgotten American creator of Pat Abbott and Jean Holly. Those soon-to-be-married sleuths debuted in The Turquoise Shop (1941) and wound up traveling across the United States during their 28 book-length adventures (all with a color in the title), solving crimes of a usually cozy sort.

• I consider this pretty exciting news: Irish author Kevin McCarthy, whose 2010 historical thriller, Peeler, made it onto my rundown of favorite new crime novels that year, has a sequel due out from Dublin-based publisher New Island. Titled Irregulars, it was supposed to be released in February; but McCarthy now pegs its debut at “around the end of March, early April.” Whenever, I’ll waste no time digging into it. (Hat tip to Declan Burke’s Crime Always Pays.)

• “10 Celebs You Didn’t Know Were Athiests.”

• This is for all the Trekkies out there: “An online vote to name Pluto’s two newest, itty-bitty moons is over,” reports TPM’s Marcia Dunn. “And No. 1 is Vulcan, a name suggested by actor William Shatner, who played Capt. Kirk in the original Star Trek TV series. Vulcan snared nearly 200,000 votes among the more than 450,000 cast during the two-week contest, which ended Monday. In second place with nearly 100,000 votes was Cerberus, the [name of the] three-headed dog that guarded the gates of the underworld.”

• As I’ve mentioned on this page before, British-owned Titan Books has chosen to reissue all 27 Matt Helm novels by the late Donald Hamilton. The first two Helm titles--Death of a Citizen and The Wrecking Crew (both originally released in 1960)--are already available in uniform mass-market paperback editions, with The Removers due in stores come April. But now there’s word of a prequel to that series, an e-book titled Matt Helm: The War Years. Author Keith Wease says Hamilton’s family gave him permission to compose the work.

• A fascinating article about taphophobia, or the fear of being buried alive, can be found in the online mag Obit. The same article contains information about “escape coffins,” in case you (like George Washington) suffer from this dread.

Here’s a bit of bizarre news: “A brain scan study recently revealed that Democrats and Republican process and understand risk in different ways, with Democrats more attuned to their emotions and those of others, while Republicans are more driven by fear and potential reward.” GOPers who endorse their party’s irrational hostility toward science will no doubt dismiss these findings.

From In Reference to Murder: U.S. TV network TNT “has given the go-ahead for a 10-episode order of an untitled private-eye drama based on author David Baldacci’s series characters Sean King and Michelle Maxwell. The project will star Jon Tenney (The Closer) and Rebecca Romijn (X-Men), with Michael O’Keefe (Michael Clayton), Chris Butler (The Good Wife) and Ryan Hurst (Sons of Anarchy, Wanted) rounding out the cast. Baldacci is a consultant on the series, scheduled to debut in the summer of 2014.”

• Author Robert Ferrigno once told me that he preferred to set his thrillers (including Heartbreaker and Prayers for the Assassin) in other places that his hometown, Seattle, because that way he could maintain some psychological distance between the violence he creates in his fiction and the reality of his family life. Yet Seattle is exactly where at least part of the action in his new e-book original, The Girl Who Cried Wolf, takes place. In an interview with Omnimystery News, Ferrigno says that this novel was “loosely inspired by an O’Henry short story, ‘The Ransom of Red Chief,’ about three kidnappers who snatch a little boy from a wealthy family and hold him for ransom, but find out that he’s such a brat that they pay the parents to take him off their hands.”

• The Web site Masters in English has posted a tally of what it says are “100 Essential Sites for Voracious Readers.” Neither The Rap Sheet nor any other crime-fiction-oriented blogs appear to have made the cut, but the list does include The Millions, The Writer’s Almanac, PrairieSchooner, Ploughshares, Caustic Cover Critic, Longreads, and a number of other Web sites I check with regularly.

This book looks like it belongs on my shelves.

• After introducing a lesbian Batwoman back in 2006, DC Comics now intends to marry off the character in--what else?--a same-sex wedding.

• Organizers of this year’s Theakstons Old Peculier Crime Writing Festival--to be held in Harrogate, England, from July 18 to 21--recently announced the names of their convention’s special guest authors. Among them: Kate Atkinson, Ruth Rendell, and William McIlvanney.

• And this is just plain wrong: “Good-bye, International Herald Tribune: The New York Times Co. is rebranding its European newspaper. The company believes ‘there is significant potential to grow the number of New York Times subscribers outside of the United States,’ Times Co. CEO Mark Thompson said in a statement.” (You can read a bit more about this change here.) The Paris Herald was founded in 1887 by James Gordon Bennett Jr., the eccentric owner of the New York Herald. It became the Paris Herald Tribune when its parent company was sold to the rival New York Tribune in 1924, and morphed into the International Herald Tribune (IHT) after The New York Times became a joint owner, together with The Washington Post, in 1967. The Post pulled out in 2002, leaving the Times in sole control of the Paris-based broadsheet. With the IHT’s imminent renaming as The International New York Times, the final vestige of a once-great newspaper--the New York Herald Tribune--will disappear.

Doing Hammett Proud

The International Association of Crime Writers, North American Branch, today announced its nominees for the 2012 Hammett Prize. This commendation is presented annually “for literary excellence in the field of crime-writing, as reflected in a book published in the English language in the U.S. and/or Canada.” The nominees are:

Defending Jacob, by William Landay (Delacorte)
Truth Like the Sun, by Jim Lynch (Knopf)
Oregon Hill, by Howard Owen (Permanent Press)
Patient Number 7, by Kurt Palka (McCelland & Stewart)
Alif the Unseen, by G. Willow Wilson (Grove)

A winner will be declared during the Atlantic Independent Booksellers Association (NAIBA) fall conference taking place in Somerset, New Jersey, from September 30 to October 2.

(Hat tip to Mystery Fanfare.)

“Orders” Up

Just over three years ago, Australian-born Scottish author Tony Black offered The Rap Sheet exclusive first-time publication rights to a new short story, “Last Orders,” starring Edinburgh newspaper reporter-turned-part-time private eye Gus Dury. Needless to say, we took him up on that opportunity, posting the tale here. Now Black has expanded “Last Order” to novella length and is making it available for free--today and tomorrow only--to Kindle users. Click here to download. But you’d better be quick about it!

Books That Never Were

I’ve written a couple of times about efforts by Northern California artist, photographer, and author Derek Pell to create a pictorial collection of 100 “missing mysteries,” puckish fronts for whodunit and thriller novels that never actually existed. He started out by periodically dropping new covers in that line onto a page of his online magazine, Zoom Street. More recently, however, the “missing mysteries” seemed to go missing themselves; last week, I could no longer find a link to that once-growing set from Pell’s site. So I shot him an e-note, asking what had become of those book covers.

Well, it seems that Pell had hoped to create a full, printable book of “missing mysteries”--with plot descriptions of each imagined work--but when he couldn’t find a publisher (“Rizzoli nearly did it,” he says, “but backed out.”), Pell let the project slide, concentrating his energy instead on another venture, Black Scat Books. Fortunately, my query about the “missing mysteries” provoked Pell to post his whole (189-page) unpublished book online as a PDF document.

Click here for a free download.

Where else, I ask, can you find such long-forgotten masterpieces of mystery fiction as Malice in Wonderland (“a hare-raising tale”), Dashiell Hammett’s obscure Sam Spade novel, Murder Is a Four-Letter Word, Raymond Chandler’s Call Me Shallow, But Bury Me Deep, and Odor in the Court (“a scratch ’n’ sniff mystery”)?

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Lend an Ear

The Audio Publishers Association has released its rundown of finalists for the 2013 Audie Awards. The Audies are given out annually by the APA to recognize “distinction in audiobooks and spoken word entertainment.” There’s a wide range of Audie categories, but the two that interest us most here at The Rap Sheet are these:

Mystery:
The Good Thief’s Guide to Vegas, by Chris Ewan, read by
Simon Vance (AudioGO)
Hush Money, by Chuck Greaves, read by Dan Butler (AudioGO)
The Nightmare, by Lars Kepler, read by Mark Bramhall
(Macmillan Audio)
And When She Was Good, by Laura Lippman, read by Linda Emond (Harper Audio)
The Beautiful Mystery, by Louise Penny, read by Ralph Cosham (Macmillan Audio)

Thriller/Suspense:
Red, White, and Blood, by Christopher Farnsworth, read by
Bronson Pinchot (Blackstone Audiobooks)
The Boy in the Suitcase, by Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnete Friis, read by Katherine Kellgren (AudioGO)
Odd Apocalypse, by Dean Koontz, read by David Aaron Baker (Brilliance Audio)
The Chalk Girl, by Carol O’Connell, read by Barbara Rosenblat (Recorded Books)
Rise Again, by Ben Tripp, read by Kirsten Potten (Tantor Media)

To learn who will win the 2013 Audies, you’ll just have to wait until May 30, when these awards are handed out during a “gala dinner” at the New-York Historical Society in New York City.

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In the meantime, Crime Watch’s Craig Sisterson alerts us to the fact that Norwegian crime writer Jo Nesbø, the creator of series cop Harry Hole (Phantom), has been chosen to receive this year’s Peer Gynt Award, honoring his efforts to make Norway better known abroad. Nesbø will be presented with his prize on August 2.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Pierce’s Picks: “The Boyfriend”

A weekly alert for followers of crime, mystery, and thriller fiction.

The Boyfriend, by Thomas Perry (Mysterious Press):
Southern California writer Thomas Perry hit it big right off the bat, his 1983 suspenser, The Butcher’s Boy, winning an Edgar Award for Best First Novel. Since then, he’s produced a variety of standalone thrillers, as well as seven entries in a series featuring Native American “guide”/troubleshooter Jane Whitefield (most recently last year’s Poison Flower). The Boyfriend reintroduces protagonist Jack Till (Silence), who retired from the Los Angeles Police Department as a homicide detective after almost two dozen years and now earns a living as a private investigator, content to take on unremarkable cases that allow him time enough to help care for Holly, his 28-year-old daughter with Down syndrome. However, Till has recently taken on a more difficult assignment, to solve the slaying of high-end “professional escort” Catherine Hamilton. The cops have pretty much exhausted their interest in that murder, designating it a simple shooting in the course of a robbery. But Catherine’s parents want to know more. Till’s own digging around the details of Catherine’s demise soon reveals a disturbing pattern: she’s one in a string of female escorts, all with strawberry blond hair but residing in different towns, who’ve been killed in their homes with the same sort of gun. For Till to get to the bottom of it all, he’ll have to become intimately acquainted with the clandestine depths of the online escort business, and figure out some way to curtail the predations of a murderer unusually adept at getting close to women who are, by professional necessity, self-protective in the extreme.

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Also new this week is Birthdays for the Dead (Harper), which finds Scottish author Stuart MacBride putting aside his usual series protagonist, Aberdeen Detective Sergeant Logan McRae (Shatter the Bones), to take up the dark tale of Ash Henderson. This detective constable’s only daughter, Rebecca, vanished five years ago at age 13, evidently one in a string of girls taken by “The Birthday Boy,” a kidnapper/murderer who’s notorious for sending the parents of his victims homemade birthday cards that show their beloved offspring being tortured. (I did say this was a dark tale, didn’t I?) The thing is, though, Henderson isn’t publicizing his daughter’s fate; he tells everyone she ran away from home, because if others--including his new partner, a “mentally unstable psychologist” named Alice McDonald--knew the truth, he’d almost surely be booted from the Birthday Boy case, and he doesn’t want out until he’s had the chance to take vengeance on his daughter’s killer. This can be a difficult read at times, but MacBride is a skilled storyteller who can keep you flipping pages even though you fear what might happen next.

READ MORE:Leggin’ It,” by J. Kingston Pierce (Killer Covers).

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Thumbs Up to Crime

Fifty finalists for the 2013 Los Angeles Times Book Prizes, spread across 10 categories, were announced earlier today. You’ll find the full rundown here. However, the contenders in the all-important mystery/thrillers field are listed below:

Broken Harbor, by Tana French (Viking)
Angelmaker, by Nick Harkaway (Knopf)
The Thief, by Fuminori Nakamura (Soho Crime)
The Expats, by Chris Pavone (Crown)
The Twenty-Year Death, by Ariel S. Winter (Hard Case Crime)

I’m also pleased to learn that David Abrams, a longtime contributor to The Rap Sheet’s sister publication, January Magazine, is one of the five finalists for this year’s Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction. His debut novel is, of course, the satirical Iraq war story Fobbit.

The winners of these commendations will be declared during a public ceremony, to be held on the evening of Friday, April 19, at the University of Southern California’s Bovard Auditorium. The L.A. Times Festival of Books is scheduled for April 20-21.

Let’s Do the Numbers

I don’t often check the statistics regarding Rap Sheet readership, looking up how many people click onto the site every day, what they investigate among its contents, and the duration of their stays. However, after building up this blog now for more than six and a half years (!), I was curious to know which among its more than 5,300 posts have been the most visited. Thankfully, Blogger serves up such numbers with dispatch. Here, then, is the list of the 10 most popular Rap Sheet posts of all time:

1.The Return of Lisbeth Salander,” by Ali Karim
(January 2, 2009)
2.‘Money,’ Shot,” by Megan Abbott
(December 4, 2007)
3.Happy Birthday, Doctor Watson?,” by J. Kingston Pierce
(March 31, 2009)
4. “‘Richard Kimble Is Innocent’,” by J. Kingston Pierce
(August 30, 2007)
5.The Daggers Come Out,” by Ali Karim
(July 19, 2008)
6.Face Off,” by J. Kingston Pierce
(December 18, 2010)
7.When Covers Are Two of a Kind,” by J. Kingston Pierce
(May 27, 2006)
8.Bullet Points: Multimedia Edition,” by J. Kingston Pierce
(August 15, 2010)
9.Goodness Nose,” by Dick Adler
(May 4, 2011)
10.Summery Judgment 2011,” by J. Kingston Pierce
(June 1, 2011)

It will be up to somebody else to discern a pattern in all these stats; if there is one to find, it’s definitely eluding me. Meanwhile, please check out any of these posts you haven’t already enjoyed.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Sister in Crime


British author Alison Joseph (photo © 2013 Ali Karim)

I was delighted to find myself seated, during last year’s Crime Writers’ Association Dagger Awards ceremony at the Grosvenor House Hotel in London, next to mystery-fiction author and Renaissance woman Alison Joseph. Over the years I’ve listened to many of Joseph’s BBC radio dramas and read several of her novels featuring the unusual amateur detective Agnes Bourdillon, better known as Sister Agnes.

For anyone out there who hasn’t enjoyed them yet, the Sister Agnes stories owe much to literature’s Golden Age tradition of the amateur sleuth, yet they also bear an incisive noir edge. When interviewed by West Yorkshire’s Bradford Star newspaper, Joseph described her Catholic protagonist thusly: “Sister Agnes is a character who has developed over the years. I spent a lot of time thinking about detectives and found the most successful ones were those without any ties, such as Philip Marlowe. So I chose a nun, as it’s difficult to think of a female character who doesn’t have anyone relying on her, such as a mother, daughter, or partner.”

Beyond her fiction-writing and her role as a radio dramatist, the London-born Joseph founded a TV production company that worked with Britain’s Channel 4, shooting short documentaries. She’s taught creative writing at Sussex University and the Central School of Speech and Drama. She’s also been involved with both The Society of Authors and the British Crime Writers’ Association (CWA), for the latter of which she has served as vice chair--a position she’ll soon relinquish in order to take over that organization’s lead. That she has managed to do all of this, while rearing three children with her husband, is testament to her energy and professional commitment.

In the wide-ranging interview that follows, Joseph talks about why her sleuthing nun has been so engaging, her long-standing interest in composing radio dramas, her thoughts on the rise of e-books, and her next, very different book project.

Ali Karim: Can you tell us, first, how you became fascinated with writing? Did you come from a family of readers?

AJ: No, I wouldn’t say that. I always told stories to myself, as a child. But it was a private thing to do. I give talks in schools, and when I’m in a primary school there are the loud, clever kids who put up their hands to ask questions (usually about how much I earn)--but at the end, when it’s over, there’s always the one solitary child who sidles quietly up to me, having said nothing all through the session, and murmurs, “I write stories.” And it’s that child who’s the writer. The one for whom it’s a refuge. I was like that as a child.

Not that life was unhappy. I grew up in North London, my parents were old lefties, and I went to Highgate Wood School, the local comprehensive. I have a lovely brother and sister ... it was a very good start in life. My dad was Jewish, and my family extends widely. I’m quite likely to bump into a cousin when I go to the local Sainsbury’s.

AK: So, during your early years of education, what were the books and authors that most influenced you, either consciously or subconsciously, steering you toward the writing world?

AJ: Heavens. I don’t know. I read everything when I was little. I loved classic children’s stories--Noel Streatfeild, Frances Hodgson Burnett. But I used to read weird things, too, like the anatomy pages from the Encyclopedia Britannica. Clearly, I was already taking on the twisted imagination of the crime writer.

AK: And what made you leave London to head north, especially to study French and Philosophy [at Leeds University] in Yorkshire?

AJ: I stumbled into doing French and Philosophy, and Leeds was rather a default outcome, too, in the muddle of my university application. But an immeasurable amount of the good in my life comes from that non-decision. I loved studying Philosophy, I loved doing French--I had a fab year in Paris as part of my course--and I loved Yorkshire. I stayed there after graduation, and worked for the local independent radio station, Radio Aire. It was fun, but in the end the pull of the south grew too strong, and I moved back to London and started working in telly, for Channel 4, as a documentary director.

AK: Had you started writing fiction during this time?

AJ: I was always writing, of course. And film-making is narrative too. I made a couple of rather odd experimental short films in those days, so I suppose my writing skills were going into scripts rather than novels at that point. But I’ve always thought visually. Even in my novels, I tend not to really get to the heart of a scene until I’ve worked out the lighting.

AK: You’re probably best known for your nine-book series of Sister Agnes mysteries, the first of which was 1994’s Sacred Hearts. Can you tell us where your protagonist came from?

AJ: Sister Agnes was another stumble into the unknown. I’d been reading lots of crime fiction, during the late ’80s, early ’90s. There were some very good female detectives around then (there still are, of course), and I began to think about how to write a classic lone detective, but to make her vulnerable and yet not connected to partners or children or family. So, a nun seemed like a good way to do this. It was a literary device to start with. I had no idea what a rich seam the novels would become for exploring issues of rationality and faith and doubt, of the need for evidence, and the problem of evil.

AK: Recently, Scottish author Ian Rankin told the BBC--during an interview regarding the return of detective John Rebus--that he might not get on with Rebus, were he to meet his character. Would the same thing be true about you and Sister Agnes?

AJ: That’s a very interesting question. She really isn’t like me very much. I think at first meeting I’d find her frosty. But her concerns are very much my concerns, so I suppose if we got talking, and if she thawed out a bit, we might get on. I’m much more like her best friend, Athena, whose main interests are things like shoes, or the Nicole Farhi sale, or how to find the perfect red lipstick.

AK: Are you a detailed plotter, or do you allow your imagination to take you on a journey traversing the high wire?

AJ: The plotting of these things is complex, and each novel has been slightly different. But I think it’s true to say that in all of them the characters have taken over, so however much I start out with an idea of what happens, as the characters develop, I have to change the plot to fit in with what’s true for them. In one of them, The Night Watch [2000], which is all about maths and odds and chances, I invented this gorgeous man, this mathematician, who was supposed to be found dead at the end of Chapter 1. But I got so keen on him that I couldn’t bear to lose him. So I gave him a brother to be bumped off, so that I could keep him in the story.

AK: While reading your 2007 novel, Shadow of Death, I wondered if you were employing Sister Agnes to investigate your own questions of faith and the variability of human nature. Agnes and the other characters in your series are often confronted with such knotty dilemmas.

AJ: I think that’s true, yes. As I said, she started as a kind of clever idea. But I think she’s much more real than that now. It’s been really compelling to work in a genre that’s all about evidence, and yet to have a central character whose heartland beliefs are about faith. There she is, living a life that is supposed to be given up to her Catholic order, and yet in the course of the investigations she has to look for evidence, she has to be rational and clear-sighted. And there are always her own conflicts too. There are often challenges to her commitment to staying in the order. There’s always that tension there. She is in an open order, so she doesn’t wear a habit and she works in a hostel for homeless young people, so it’s not as if she’s shut away from the world. But the world still exerts a stronger pull than it should.

AK: Over the decades you’ve penned original broadcast plays, such as BBC Radio’s Sister Agnes Investigates, as well as abridgements of Georges Simenon’s Inspector Maigret stories and other works. Give us some insight into your appreciation of radio dramas.

AJ: I’ve always loved doing work for radio drama. I love working with actors, and it’s a nice counterpoint to the solitary work of writing the novels. Being in a studio with such talented casts is great fun. Sister Agnes Investigates was an original play for radio. We decided to do that rather than try to adapt one of the existing novels. It was really interesting seeing her exist not just in my mind. She was played by Anne Marie Duff, who did it brilliantly, finding that mixture of hard-edged but vulnerable.

I love writing plays. I think crime fiction depends a lot on what is said or not said by the characters, so it’s not a big step into writing for radio which, again, is all about dialogue. But I’d like to write for theater too, to explore a kind of storytelling that’s about the physical space of the actors as well as what they say. I think it’s because I admire what actors do so much.

AK: I rather enjoyed listening to your original play Mitchener: Black Box Detective, which aired last August on Radio 4. It focused on an air-crash investigator and positively rippled with authenticity. What was the history of that production?

AJ: Mitchener was a very interesting play to write. I visited the AAIB--the Air Accidents Investigation Branch. They’ve existed since the early 20th century and they investigate every air crash that happens over British air space. They’re an extraordinary team, mostly people who’ve flown planes themselves, and they’re very dedicated. They do all the forensic work on the wreckage, but of course they’re dealing with real human grief, with survivors and bereaved relatives. I tried to bring some of that to my character of Mitchener. I hope I did them justice.

AK: Although your career is running on several tracks now--your prose writing as well as your broadcast work, along with some teaching and your roles at The Society of Authors and The Crime Writers’ Association (CWA)--you seem to have found time to squeeze in a family life. How do you manage your time?

AJ: You’ll have to ask my husband and children about family life. My kids are sort of grown up now, but I fear their childhood memories will be of talking to a mother who’s not really listening at all. But, then again, they have the advantage that I was never going to be a helicopter parent.

AK: I hear that later this year, you will take on the mantel of chair at the CWA, replacing Peter James. How do you feel about the challenges that you and the association’s board members will be facing?

AJ: I’m very much looking forward to being chair of the CWA. But you’re right, publishing is facing many challenges. The rise of e-publishing is blurring various boundaries, with the risk of piracy and the resultant loss of income for writers. And the shrinking of the library service is a great injustice for readers, [in addition to] depriving authors of income. But crime fiction as a genre is still enormously successful, and also the rise in e-books has huge advantages. There are new ways of bringing one’s work to a readership which no one could have predicted five years ago. And the demise of the printed book has been predicted many times since [William] Caxton. But yes, these are interesting times for those of us who are trying to make a living telling stories.

AK: And what about your own writing? I understand that you’re departing the Sister Agnes series in order to write a scientific thriller, which led to your exploring the Large Hadron Collider [LHC], a particle accelerator located in a tunnel on the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva. Tell us a bit about that project.

AJ: Yes, my new book is about particle physics. It’s not a Sister Agnes, because I wanted to explore a multi-viewpoint way of telling a story. It also has more realistic police work in it, rather than the amateur detective. I visited the LHC in Geneva to research it. The physicists there have been fantastically helpful. But really, my concerns haven’t changed. [My interest is still in] the stories we humans tell ourselves, how we give ourselves meaning, how we structure our lives with beginnings, middles, and ends. And I guess you don’t get a better beginning to a story than the Big Bang itself.

AK: Finally, what have you read that’s excited you lately?

AJ: My reading is eclectic. In crime writing, I love Walter Mosley’s work. He manages to take the detective genre and do something poetic with it, somehow epic.

In non-crime, I’m currently reading Alice Munro and Elizabeth Bowen. There are books I return to, like The Hours, by Michael Cunningham, which is a perfect book, I think. Also, Riddley Walker, by Russell Hoban--not so much a perfect book but something greater than that, something flawed but utterly truthful.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Brazil Nuts

My Kirkus Reviews column this week is a critique of Perfect Hatred, Leighton Gage’s sixth Brazil-set mystery thriller.

Don’t be turned off by the book’s title, which is taken from the Bible’s Psalm 139:22 (“I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies”); this isn’t a heavily blood-soaked tale that exists principally to shock readers. Instead, it’s a carefully constructed yarn that finds Chief Inspector Mario Silva and his subordinates on Brazil’s Federal Police Force tackling two crimes simultaneously: a suicide bombing in the country’s largest city, São Paulo, and the assassination of a fast-rising, anti-corruption candidate for governor in the state of Paraná. “And as if Mario Silva didn’t have enough problems already,” I write in the piece, “his all-too-familiar nemesis, deep-pocketed landowner Orlando Muniz--now awaiting trial for having killed a priest--is arranging the clandestine murders not only of the public prosecutor in his case, Zanon Parma, but Silva as well.”

You can enjoy reading the whole column here.

Monday, February 18, 2013

FDR and the Vanishing Millionaire

This is Part I of The President’s Mystery. Watch more here.

What more appropriate way could there be for The Rap Sheet to celebrate this Presidents’ Day that with a showing of The President’s Mystery, the 1936 film based on a story concept by the 32nd president of the United States, Franklin D. Roosevelt?

Like other American chief executives--notably his fellow Democrats John F. Kennedy, Bill Clinton, and Barack Obama--Roosevelt was a crime and mystery fiction enthusiast. And during his history-making dozen years in the Oval Office, he came up with what he thought was a damn good idea for a story, but he could never find time enough to write it. In a 1935 article for Liberty Magazine, editor Fulton Oursler (who himself penned detective yarns under the pseudonym Anthony Abbot) quotes from a conversation he had with Roosevelt, in which the president explained his tale’s plot thusly:
“The principal character in my story is a man of considerable wealth. Perhaps he has six or seven million dollars tied up, as such fortunes naturally are, in a variety of investments--stocks, bonds, and real estate. My millionaire is not an old man--just over forty and wise enough to feel that his life is only beginning. But he’s tired, fed up with his surroundings and habits. Perhaps, too, the sameness of his middle-aged routine has begun to wear him down. Furthermore, he is disheartened at the hollowness of all the superficial friendship surrounding him. The men at the club smile and slap him on the back but they go away to do him in the eye. Finally he has an ambition, a dream.

“So, in the trite old expression of another generation, he would like ‘to get away from it all.’

“Only in this case there is a difference--he would like also to get away with it all.

“Yes, my man plans to disappear. His purpose in vanishing from the scene in which he has played an important and successful part is twofold. First, he wants to find a new world for himself, one in which he will no longer be bored. He wants to start life afresh--he’s finished with his present career because he feels he has exhausted its possibilities. Second, and equally important, that dream he has--he would like to make a certain experiment in some small city where, in his new identity, he will not be recognized. To carry out this laboratory experiment, which if successful would become nation-wide and benefit all the people, he will need five million dollars. The dream will cost money, you see, and moreover he feels that he has a right to live well and enjoy, in his new environment, the fruits of his labors in the old. In other words, he wants to vanish--but he wants his money with him when he goes.

“Now, this man has an estate of six or seven million dollars. If he leaves a million or so behind him he will have made ample provision for his wife and the others dependent on him. That ought to be easy. But it’s not--the problem is not so simple as it seems.

“How can a man disappear with five million dollars in any negotiable form and not be traced?

“For years I have tried to find the answer to that problem. In every method suggested I have been able to find a flaw. The more you consider the question, the more difficult it becomes. Now--can you tell me how it can be done?”
Oursler couldn’t come up with a satisfactory solution, either, so he hired five prominent authors of the era--Rupert Hughes, Samuel Hopkins Adams, Rita Weiman, S.S. Van Dine, and John Erskine--to develop, in roundabout fashion, the complete story from an “elaborate synopsis” of his own construction. Only Oursler, who would contribute an additional portion of the work under his Abbot nom de plume, knew that the concept had come originally from President Roosevelt.

The results of their cooperation were rolled out in successive issues of Liberty, beginning in November 1935. And soon afterward, publisher Farrar & Rinehart released The President’s Mystery Story in hardcover book form. No less than Nathanael West, with help from Lester Cole, wrote the screenplay for the 1936 film produced from that work--the entirety of which is embedded atop this post. Or you can purchase a DVD copy here.

Rather creaky at times, and asking its viewers to suspend their disbelief somewhat too much, The President’s Mystery is not a great movie, nothing to rival Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939). It’s also not much of a mystery. Yet Brandon L. Summers, writing in his blog, Film Obscurities, says that “As far as B-films go, this one is very well-made and written. There were no slow spots or filler. It clipped along nicely. Pleasing performances. A bit heavy-handed. Not political exactly, but it does have a certain leaning, if you follow me.”

Please feel free to offer your own trenchant reviews of the motion picture in the Comments section of this post.

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If you’re on the lookout for other ways to commemorate this Presidents’ Day, check out Mystery Fanfare, in which Janet Rudolph offers a longish list of crime and thriller novels featuring U.S. presidents. You could start reading any one of those today. Rudolph’s selections range from Richard Condon’s The Manchurian Candidate and Max Allan Collins’ Primary Target to Rex Stout’s The President Vanishes, Margaret Truman’s Murder in the White House, and Charles McCarry’s The Tears of Autumn.

Good News: Indie Bookstores Holding Their Own

Despite increased crumbling of the big chain stores and ever more encroachment from electronic fronts, book sales numbers for 2012 indicate that independent bookshops continue to be the cornerstone of the industry. From The Christian Science Monitor:
The overall story of 2012 for U.S. bookstores was more up-and-down than anything. Sales numbers were higher than in 2011 for the months of April, May, June, July, October, November, and December. Numbers fell for February, March, August, and September, while they were even with 2011 sales figures in January. 
Jack McKeown, co-owner and president of Books & Books in Westhampton Beach in New York, wrote on the Publishers Weekly website that he thought booksellers should be “cautiously optimistic” about this news. 
“Let me get this straight,” he wrote. “The industry loses 12% of its brick-and-mortar shelf space with the collapse of Borders (third quarter 2011); suffers tough comps with the impact of Borders liquidation sales; and endures further encroachment from online and e-books, and yet bookstores still managed to turn in a virtually flat performance 2012 vs. 2011? And a strong December uptick. Pretty remarkable.”
In 2012, independent bookstores reported some of their strongest sales ever for the month of December, with their numbers rising almost 8 percent for the year, also experiencing a 28 percent rise in their online sales. By contrast, Barnes & Noble saw a 10.9 percent drop in retail operations for the holiday season. The retailer plans to close about one-third of its stores over the next decade.
You can see the full piece here.

Friday, February 15, 2013

“Make a Wish”



Last year at this time, I posted a fond tribute to actress Sherry Jackson on the occasion of her 70th birthday. Back then, I’d heard about Jackson’s performance in director Blake Edwards’ 1967 film, Gunn, a big-screen adaptation of his 1958-1961 TV series, Peter Gunn, in which the polished private eye of the title (played again by Craig Stevens) investigated the assassination of a crime boss. (Mystery*File says the picture’s plot line was expanded from “The Kill,” the TV series’ 1958 pilot, but “with some fine variations—at least one borrowed from Mickey Spillane’s Vengeance Is Mine.”) Having never watched Gunn, though, I had also never enjoyed the lovely Ms. Jackson’s appearance in it as “a beautiful and mysterious kook who shows up naked in Gunn’s bed.”

Well, 12 months later, I still haven’t seen Gunn; sadly, no DVD edition is yet to be had. But recently, I discovered on the Web the scene from that movie—now embedded at the top of this post—in which Jackson introduces her character, Samantha, to Stevens’ gumshoe from the comfort of his very own bedroom pillows, wrapped in barely concealing bedsheets (though she was also wearing pasties—something not obvious to filmgoers). It’s a sweet, lighthearted, and sexy interlude—and apparently not Jackson’s sole half-clad moment during this flick’s 94-minute run. At least part of one such episode was evidently cut from the version made available to prudish American viewers, leading to the story that a nude scene featuring Jackson was found only in foreign prints. In a 2011 interview, Jackson sought to set the record straight:
Doing the notorious foreign market nude scene—which is total nonsense—it doesn’t really exist ... I’m supposed to put my arms around Gunn and my towel drops ... So Blake [Edwards] comes up to me and, very fatherly, says, “I just want to pull the camera back a couple of feet when your towel comes down.” He was very gentle and thoughtful about it and made it easier for me ... I think he was more nervous than I was! That said, the most you saw—and briefly—was the side of my breast. That was it—the scandalous overseas graphic sequence! Another Hollywood urban legend.
It’s difficult to believe, watching the motion-picture clip above, that more than 45 years have passed since its shooting, and Sherry Jackson—who was in her mid-20s in Gunn—is 71 years old today. Please join me in wishing her the happiest of birthdays!

SEE IT NOW: Two more things you might enjoy watching—the opening title sequence from Gunn and a collection of scenes from that film, both of which can be found here.

READ MORE:Gunn (1967)—Blake Edwards,” by John Greco
(Twenty Four Frames); “A TV and Movie Review by David L. Vineyard: Peter Gunn” (Mystery*File).

Boob-Tube Bounty

OK, let’s have a show of hands. How many people out there in Rap Sheet Land remember the 1971 CBS-TV series Bearcats! starring Rod Taylor and Dennis Cole as two soldiers of fortune who roamed the American Southwest in search of adventure during the second decade of the 20th century? Created by Douglas Heyes, the program lasted a total of 13 episodes, of which I have watched ... well, none. So I was surprised and pleased by news that a complete, three-disc set of Bearcats! will be released on May 14 by Timeless Media.

That, by the way, is only three weeks after the previously announced release of Maverick: The Complete Second Season, starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

You can guarantee I’ll be doing some DVD watching this spring!

To McEachin His Own

James McEachin, who starred in the 1973-1974 TV series Tenafly--one element of The NBC Wednesday Mystery Movie--was the guest last week on Ed Robertson’s nostalgic radio show, TV Confidential.

The 82-year-old actor and author spoke during the second half of that two-hour program about his novels, his Korean War experiences, his support for the rights of military veterans, and his on-screen work with James Garner. The show--which also featured singer/actress Kat Kramer, the daughter of renowned film director Stanley Kramer--is currently accessible on the TV Confidential Archives page at no charge. After a few months, however, it will become available only in a low-cost, downloadable version at the TV Confidential store page.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Pierce’s Picks: “A Treacherous Likeness”

A weekly alert for followers of crime, mystery, and thriller fiction.

A Treacherous Likeness, by Lynn Shepherd (Corsair UK):
In her follow-up to last year’s The Solitary House, author Lynn Shepherd draws us back to the mid-19th century and into the company of private sleuth Charles Maddox, the great-nephew of the detective she employed in her debut novel, 2010’s Murder at Mansfield Park (a tribute to the work of Jane Austen). In A Treacherous Likeness, Maddox--having accepted an assignment from the surviving, disagreeable son of British poet Percy Bysshe Shelley and his wife, Mary (the author of Frankenstein)--discovers himself caught up in a vicious quarrel over the long-dead writer’s legacy. His search through previously concealed papers also raises serious questions about the demise, in 1816, of Shelley’s original spouse, Harriet, whom the writer had abandoned two years before she was found--drowned and pregnant--in London’s Hyde Park. Could Harriet’s “suicide” have been something far more disturbing than that? And might Maddox’s great-uncle have had a hand in covering up the real circumstances of Harriet’s death? Shepherd does a fine job of blending facts and informed supposition into an atmospherically rich whole. This same novel, retitled A Fatal Likeness, has been set for release in the States come August.

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Also new and worth locating: Lawrence Block’s Hit Me (Mulholland), which finds series assassin-for-hire John P. Keller leaving his family and what he’d hoped would be a new life in New Orleans, renovating houses, in order to take on several more lucrative--and colorful--kill jobs in New York, the West Indies, and Wyoming; and Gordon McAlpine’s unusual Hammett Unwritten (Seventh Street Books), in which Dashiell Hammett struggles through a years-long writer’s block that thrusts him back into the company of the “real” characters who inspired the story of The Maltese Falcon.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Bullet Points: Almost Valentine’s Day Edition

• Issue 12 of Crime Factory is now available here. Contents include short stories by Kieran Shea, Frank Wheeler, Rob W. Hartt, and Matthew C. Funk; a look back at the pulp-fiction career of Leo Guild; an interview with Hard Case Crime editor Charles Ardai; and assorted new mystery/crime novel reviews. To quickly and cheaply appreciate this edition of Crime Factory, check out the PDF version.

• Award-winning short-story writer Patti Abbott invites writers to participate in a new flash fiction challenge. “Write a story about a man in a white van,” she instructs. “What is his story? 1,000 words and a finish date of March 13th. Let me know if you’re in.”

• With tomorrow being Valentine’s Day, Janet Rudolph has posted a list of related crime stories in Mystery Fanfare.

• Classic Crime and TV Café picksthe five best courtroom films.”

• How can I consider myself a Perry Mason enthusiast, when I’ve seen all the episodes of Raymond Burr’s 1957-1966 TV series, but not a single one of the big-screen adaptations of Erle Stanley Gardner’s novels, such as 1934’s The Case of the Howling Dog? I have to fill that hole in my education soon, to be sure.

• This BookRiot piece is pretty fun:Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Books and Authors You Had to Read in High School.” No. 4:
The original title of To Kill a Mockingbird was Atticus.

When Harper Lee started wrestling To Kill a Mockingbird into place in the late 1950, she had two aims: To accurately tell stories from her childhood in Depression-era Alabama and to pay a little tribute to her father. A.C. Lee had been a high-minded attorney who had defended their town’s poor and victimized, a newspaper editor and member of the state house of representatives. Most importantly, he had encouraged his youngest child Nelle Harper’s interest in writing and literature at a young age. And although Harper Lee would change the title at the request of her publisher, Atticus Finch is thought to be inspired by her own father, the story of him and Scout and Tom Robinson and Boo Radley, a thank-you for his honor and support.
• Also check out Listserve’s10 Common Misconceptions About Sherlock Holmes.” Here’s one of the things we take for granted, but shouldn’t: “Holmes trusts his best friend Dr. Watson.”
Sherlock Holmes’s best friend is Dr. John Watson, and he relies on him as his biographer and companion, especially on very dangerous missions. The pair are incredibly close and remain good friends throughout most of their lives. Holmes even comments that he would be “lost without his Boswell,” in reference to the famous 18th-century biographer of Samuel Johnson. However, while Holmes may have trusted his best friend to defend him in a scrape, and trusted his medical knowledge, he does not truly trust Dr. Watson. In The Hound of the Baskervilles, Holmes sends Dr. Watson to keep an eye on the situation at Baskerville Hall, and then sneaks out to the moor to keep an eye on the situation himself rather than trusting his friend’s account. And to make matters worse, he does not even tell Dr. Watson of his arrival. Also, in The Adventure of the Dying Detective, he tricks his best friend into thinking he is dying of a deadly disease because he does not believe that Dr. Watson would be able to keep the secret that he was faking it if he told him. While he claims respect for Dr. Watson’s medical skills, it’s a poor show that he doesn’t think his friend could go along with his game.
• Holy boob-tube crossover! Vintage TV crime-drama protagonists Honey West and Thomas Hewitt Edward Cat, of T.H.E. Cat fame, will share top billing in A Girl and Her Cat, “a groovy, racy 1960s romp” of a novel concocted by Win Scott Eckert and Matthew Baugh and due out later this year from Moonstone. Learn more about the book here.

• Really? An unpublished James Ellroy interview?

• What is a thriller? Open Road Integrated Media endeavors to answer that question in a rather lighthearted, James Bond-esque video featuring authors Jon Land, Brian Freemantle, Stephen Coonts, John Grady, and Carl Hiaasen. Watch it here.

• Will Lawrence Block’s 1992 Matthew Scudder novel, A Walk Among the Tombstones, finally be made into a film? Well, maybe.

• Damn! I had heard rumors that the British crime drama Lewis (retitled Inspector Lewis here in the States) would be coming to an end with Series 7, which just concluded its run this week in the UK. I’d hoped such talk was fallacious, but novelist Martin Edwards confirms it in his review of the two-part finale, “Intelligent Design.” Like Edwards, I was originally skeptical of this spin-off from the series Inspector Morse, based on Colin Dexter’s novels, but was quickly won over by the performances of Kevin Whately and Laurence Fox. If the pattern of previous years holds, the last Inspector Lewis episodes should air in the States on PBS-TV this coming summer.

• Hmm, I don’t remember this comics series at all.

• And here’s something interesting: Critic Sarah Weinman mentions in a post for the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine blog that she has “just signed a contract to put together an anthology of stories by women writers who published their work primarily between the early 1940s and the mid 1970s.” So whose stories will be included? Weinman says that “Some choices--Charlotte Armstrong, Margaret Millar, Dorothy B. Hughes, Shirley Jackson--were obvious, their reputations in the solid to standout range among avid mystery readers and, to a lesser extent, the general reading public. But for every enduring reputation, there were writers completely neglected, and it was--and is--my job to bring them out of the shadows and into the reading light.” I, for one, will be on the lookout for a copy of Weinman’s anthology in the near future.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Pilot Error: “A Very Missing Person,” 1972

(Editor’s note: This review is submitted in association with Todd Mason’s Tuesday series of blog posts about “overlooked films and/or other A/V.” You’ll find more of this week’s picks here.)


Eve Arden does an able turn as Hildegarde Withers.

In 1972, during one of the high points of American TV crime-drama production, the ABC network considered the idea of launching a “wheel series” called The Great Detectives. Similar programming rotations had been tried before--some successfully (The Name of the Game, The Bold Ones, and The NBC Mystery Movie), others less so (Four in One). But all of those had been broadcast on rival NBC. Executives at Universal Television, which was behind this venture, were confident that ABC could do equally well, if given the right material.

The idea was to exploit the popularity of classic literary sleuths, without committing the “Alphabet Network” to weekly series about any of them. Frank Price, then a producer and writer at Universal (later to become the company’s president), was quoted in the Los Angeles Times in February 1972 as saying the rotation format “gives us such flexibility. We have the whole field of great detectives to deal with clear back to Edgar Allan Poe.” Specifically, he suggested that Poe’s “thinking machine,” C. Auguste Dupin, and Wilkie Collins’ mid-19th-century “sensation novels” might provide future fodder for The Great Detectives. Closely following the model of the Mystery Movie (another Universal enterprise), Price hoped to build a variety of alternating shows around well-known actors and actresses who frequently eschewed TV commitments, but might accept roles as sleuths that obligated them to work on only a few episodes per year.

Hoping to convince ABC of this concept’s potential, Universal fashioned three pilots for prospective Great Detectives elements, which the network ran as “movies of the week.”

First to reach the airwaves was The Hound of the Baskervilles, which was shown on February 12, 1972. One in a succession of adaptations of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s 1902 novel of the same name, this small-screen Victorian thriller featured former English romantic lead Stewart Granger as a white-haired Sherlock Holmes, with Bernard Fox as Dr. John H. Watson. Also among the cast were ex-Star Trek headliner William Shatner and Anthony Zerbe (later to join the cast of Harry O). Robert E. Thompson, who’d previously worked on episodes of Have Gun--Will Travel, The Man from U.N.C.L.E., and Mission: Impossible, penned the screenplay, while Barry Crane--perhaps best remembered as a producer on The Magician and Mannix (and for having been murdered in 1985)--directed the teleflick. Despite all that talent behind it, this pilot for an American Holmes serial turned out to be ponderous, lackluster, and creakily staged. (The film isn’t yet available on DVD, but if you’d like to watch it, you can do so here.)

Eight days later--on February 20, 1972--viewers were offered The Adventures of Nick Carter, starring Robert Conrad (formerly of The Wild Wild West and The D.A.). Handsome Nick Carter was first introduced back in September 1886 in the pages of a “dime novel” penned by John Russell Coryell. The character was a “scientific detective” and master of disguise, who didn’t have to solve crimes by the use of force and fists alone. However, Carter changed over the decades, becoming more of an action-adventurer.

Right: Shelley Winters and Robert Conrad in Nick Carter.

ABC’s 1972 pilot was set in New York City, circa 1912, and had the private investigator probing the murder of a colleague, while simultaneously trying “to locate the missing wife of a wealthy ‘robber baron’ playboy.” Because Conrad had prospered on the boob tube playing an Old West tough guy, Secret Service agent James T. West, he sought to recapture a bit of that “manly appeal” in his Carter role. But his timing was unfortunate. Television was then under public attack in the States for its proliferating violence, and The Adventures of Nick Carter proved an easy target for detractors. Neither guest performances by Shelley Winters, Broderick Crawford, and Neville Brand, nor Brooke Bundy’s appearance as Carter’s quite charming assistant, Roxy O’Rourke, could save Conrad’s pilot. (In the fall of that year, he starred instead as an undercover U.S. intelligence operative in ABC’s short-lived Assignment: Vienna, part of yet another “wheel series,” this one titled The Men.)

And then there was A Very Missing Person.

That 90-minute film, aired on March 4, 1972, featured Hildegarde Withers, a retired New York City schoolteacher (originally from Boston) “who wears inherited hats and likes to play at being a detective when the police department isn’t looking.” At least that’s how she was limned in the teleflick. Mystery-fiction fans might have known her better as the protagonist created by author-screenwriter Stuart Palmer in his second novel, 1931’s The Penguin Pool Murder.

Described as “tart of tongue and sharp of eye,” and cited by critic Anthony Boucher as “one of the first and still one of the best spinster sleuths,” Hildy Withers would go on to appear in several short-story collections as well as more than a dozen novels, including Murder on Wheels (1932), Murder on the Blackboard (1932), and The Puzzle of the Happy Hooligan (1941). Six entries from Palmer’s series were made into films, the best of them starring Edna May Oliver. In the 1950s, Agnes Moorehead--whom novelist Steven Saylor, a Palmer fan, says “might have made a marvelous Hildegarde”--was hired to star in a TV pilot, The Amazing Miss Withers, but that pilot was either never shot, or has since vanished.

Thirty-five years after the release of the final Hildegarde Withers theatrical mystery--Forty Naughty Girls (1937), which gave the lead role to that colorfully monikered performer, ZaSu Pitts--Universal Pictures finally resurrected Palmer’s spinster sleuth in A Very Missing Person. This time, the part of Hildy went to Eve Arden, an American actress who’d begun her film career in the 1930s, before emerging as a high-school English teacher in the TV sitcom Our Miss Brooks (1952-1956) and then co-staring with Kaye Ballard in The Mothers-in-Law (1967-1969). James Gregory, who had gained attention playing a Prohibition-era cop in the series The Lawless Years (1959-1961) and guested on numerous small-screen series, played Inspector Oscar Piper, the amateur detective’s friend and onetime romantic interest, and her best contact among the homicide detectives of the New York Police Department.

A Very Missing Person was based on Hildegarde Withers Makes the Scene (1969), the last Hildy novel, completed after Palmer’s death in 1968 by fellow crime-fictionist Fletcher Flora. Kirkus Reviews, in critiquing the book, described its plot this way:
Miss Withers is called out of retirement again to check on the whereabouts of young Leonore Gregory who has disappeared in the direction of Hippyville. Miss Withers finds her on a yacht, the Karma, bending over a dead captain who had planned to take his assemblage of the kooks and the committed on a peace mission to Hanoi.
The teleflick, backdropped by the sounds and scenes of 1970s Manhattan, dropped the Hanoi mission aspect. Instead, it found Miss Withers enlisting the aid of a young neighbor, Vietnam War vet Aloysius “Al” Fister (Dennis Rucker), to track down Lenore [sic] Gregory (Skye Aubrey), “a mixed-up flower child who absconded with her own [inherited] money” and has joined a seemingly benign cult intent on establishing a “New Eden” in the West Indies.

As Saylor writes, the story “jarringly places Hildegarde among California hippies.” However, the screenplay--composed by Philip H. Reisman Jr. (who’d previously worked on East Side/West Side and The Trials of O’Brien, and scripted the 1968 George Peppard picture P.J.*)--lacks the “mean-spirited edge” that Saylor insists marred the novel. Instead, it’s a clever, if not especially challenging little whodunit that plumbs broad humor from Miss Withers’ dealings with a generation younger, more liberated, and far less respectful of proper English grammar than her own. (That the solution to the murders committed in this pilot rests in part on the issue of correct semicolon use should tell you how lighthearted it can be at times.) With a mouthful of wit and withering observations, Arden--supported by a profusion of eccentric chapeaux--seems right at home in the Hildy Withers role. Although this picture is rather corny and certainly dated, it is worth watching for Arden’s performance alone. Former Catwoman Julie Newmar guest stars as the cult leader’s spacey spouse, with Pat Morita playing an opportunistic cultist. Vic Mizzy provided the bouncy score.

Opinions of Arden’s pilot have varied widely. Some reviewers dismiss it as “no great shakes.” However, Kevin Thomas of the Los Angeles Times was slightly more generous; in a 1972 critique, he described A Very Missing Person as “somewhat less than riveting but ... a serviceable launching pad for a series that hopefully will take off.”

In the end, ABC didn’t add The Great Detectives to its fall 1972 lineup. Which is too bad, because although Conrad’s Nick Carter was a non-starter, and Granger’s Sherlock Holmes was disappointing, Arden’s Hildegarde Withers could have been joined in a modified series rotation by other classic crime-solvers, perhaps Travis McGee, Ellery Queen, and even the aforementioned Parisian, “Purloined Letter”-finder C. Auguste Dupin. If not ground-breaking, the show could certainly have been entertaining.

But followers of the astute Miss Withers, and of TV crime-fiction pilot films from the past, can still view A Very Missing Person for themselves. Not long ago, I found the movie--divided into eight parts--on YouTube. The opening segment is embedded below, while the whole set has been gathered here for your enjoyment.



* In an obvious hat tip to P.J., Reisman’s script for A Very Missing Person has Hildegarde Withers reasoning that the “New Eden” sought by the captain and crew of the Karma is St. Crispin. That was also the fictional Caribbean island where an important episode in P.J. took place.

READ MORE:Murder on the Blackboard, Part I” and “Murder on the Blackboard, Part II,” by Brian Abbott (The Poisoned Martini); “Recently Watched: Hidegarde Withers,” by Stacia Jones (She Blogged by Night).