Showing posts with label Patricia Highsmith. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 07, 2021

Bullet Points: From All Corners Edition


(Above) J. Robert Janes signs his books at Bouchercon 2014.

• Canadian novelist J. Robert Janes has long ranked among my favorite historical crime-fictionists. His 16-volume, World War II-set series starring Jean-Louis St-Cyr, a chief inspector with the French Sûreté, and his unlikely investigative partner, Detektiv Inspektor Hermann Kohler of the Nazi Gestapo, began with 1992’s Mayhem (aka Mirage) and continued through 2015’s Clandestine. Naturally, I have devoured the whole lot, plus Jones standalones such as The Hunting Ground (2013) and The Sleeper (2015). I had the delightful opportunity a decade ago to interview Janes for Kirkus Reviews and The Rap Sheet, and I finally met him at the 2014 Bouchercon convention in Long Beach, California. Back then, he said he was busy composing more novels, and in fact his old Web site proclaimed that a 17th St-Cyr/Kohler novel, Timeweaver, “now awaits a final read. The 18th St-Cyr and Kohler may well conclude the series, but that remains to be seen.” So whatever happened to those promised installments? I recently e-mailed Janes—who lives near Toronto, Ontario, and will turn 86 years old on May 23—to see how he’s doing. His response:
At my age now I’m lucky to be able to manage 18 blocks with my push chair. There are fortunately two little book kiosks en route, so I am able to get a few books now and then, and that kind of keeps me going. As to writing anything more, that’s really hard work and I’m totally retired, and reading the work of others finally, after all these years! You see, when I was writing I didn’t read other fiction because one can pick things up so easily and not even know they’ve done so. Therefore, I was just being careful. As for anybody at my age, my medical conditions are a real damper to doing a lot, and I’m very content just to go for my walks, read fiction books by others, and settle down with a cup of tea.
Janes’ wife of 64 years, Gracia, subsequently sent me an e-mail message, explaining that her husband’s health is fragile, that he suffers from “cancer and congenital heart failure.” She added, “He has retired knowing that he has published 34 books in four different genres (i.e., geology texts for elementary through university levels, children’s fiction, thrillers, and the 16-book St Cyr and Kohler series, and three other co-published books). All the words he has ever written are housed in over 140 boxes in the McMaster University Archives,” in Hamilton, Ontario. As to the existence of that 17th St-Cyr/Kohler novel? Well, Gracia says, “Timeweaver presents a puzzle”—and perhaps one that her husband cannot help solve. “Bob has a reluctance to talk about his books,” she confides, “as it saddens him that he is no longer able to write,” after more than three decades spent behind a keyboard, pounding out stories. She suggests the manuscript may be in the McMaster archives, “but not catalogued yet.” She continues to look. I’ll provide any updates Gracia shoots my way.

• Whenever a writer publishes a list purporting to name the “best” of anything, he or she becomes an immediate target of criticism. So it’s no surprise that this recent selection of “the 30 greatest literary detectives of all time,” by ShortList’s Marc Chacksfield, has attracted detractors. Among the sleuths included in Chacksfield’s tally: Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Philip Marlowe, Inspector Morse, Lew Archer, and Father Brown. Single-appearance players such as William of Baskerville (from Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose), Inspector Bucket (from Charles Dickens’ Bleak House), and Smilla Qaaviqaaq Jaspersen (the star of Peter Høeg’s Smilla’s Sense of Snow) also scored spots on the list, which has predictably stirred questions about why figures such as Ellery Queen, Lord Peter Wimsey, Miss Maud Silver, and—for goodness sakes!—Nero Wolfe didn’t make the cut.

• The Sisters in Crime organization has launched its new Pride Award for Emerging LGBTQIA+ Crime Writers. As Oline H. Cogdill explains in the Mystery Scene blog, “A $2,000 grant will be awarded to an up-and-coming writer who identifies as part of the LGBTQIA+ community. … Candidates must apply by March 15, 2021. The winner will be announced in April, 2021.” Registration information is available here.

• With the 80th anniversary of the release of director John Huston’s The Maltese Falcon coming in October 2021, David Walsh, arts editor of the World Socialist Web Site, has posted this excellent assessment of the movie’s history and importance, its messages, and how its development fit into Huston’s filmmaking evolution.

The Guardian’s Guy Lodge takes advantage of 2021 being the 100th anniversary of author Patricia Highsmith’s birth by highlighting the best film adaptations of her work. He reminds us, too, that “A glossy new Ben Affleck-starring film of her novel Deep Water, the first film from Adrian Lyne in 19 years, is scheduled for August, while a TV version of Ripley, starring Andrew Scott as her most adaptable character, is in the pipeline.”

• Like so many other literary festivals, Granite Noir is moving online this year. According to Shotsmag Confidential, Aberdeen, Scotland’s fifth annual celebration of homegrown and international crime writing will be streamed on the Aberdeen Performing Arts site from Friday, February 19, through Sunday the 21st. Ian Rankin, Camilla Läckberg, Stuart MacBride, Peter May, Jo Nesbø, Attica Locke, and David Baldacci are among the writers scheduled to participate. Click here to find a PDF containing the full roster of events.

• Then on Saturday, March 20, Hull Noir will return as a day-long festival based in the English port city of Kingston upon Hull. This year’s guests includes Mark Billingham, Laura Shepherd-Robinson, “Alex North” (aka Steve Mosby), and Hull-born Ian McGuire. The event will recognize, as well, this year’s “50th anniversary of the British crime [film] classic, Get Carter—adapted from Ted Lewis’s seminal crime novel Jack’s Return Home. For Lewis, who studied at Hull Art School in the late 1950s and whose novels reference the city and its hinterland, the towns on the south bank of the Humber, and the bleak Lincolnshire coast, 2021 is also the 50th anniversary of his novel Plender, this year’s festival read.” As Shotsmag Confidential notes, “There’ll be no charge for tickets, which will be available from Sunday 21 February along with the full festival lineup. Follow the Hull Noir Facebook and Twitter (@hullnoir) for all the most up to date information.”

• Here’s something I didn’t know: James Hong is a phenomenally prolific American actor, born to Hong Kongese parents, whose performance credits include roles in everything from Richard Diamond, Private Eye and Hawaii Five-O to Kung Fu, The Rockford Files, Switch, and the 1974 film Chinatown. He is also, according to blogger Lou Armagno, “the last living actor to portray a son (or daughter) of the fictional detective [Charlie Chan] in either a television series or film.” Hong was cast as “Number One Son” Barry Chan in the 1957-1958 TV drama The New Adventures of Charlie Chan, starring J. Carrol Naish. Hong will welcome his 92nd birthday this coming February 22nd.

• After applauding Robert McGinnis’ 93rd birthday two years ago in this longish piece for CrimeReads, I somehow managed to forget the artist’s 95th birthday this last Thursday, February 3. Fortunately, Deuce Richardson stepped up with a proper tribute in the DMR Books blog. After acknowledging McGinnis as “a national treasure,” Richardson reminds us that “He’s painted iconic characters ranging from James Bond to Barbarella to Captain America. He’s done covers for authors such as Rafael Sabatini, Neil Gaiman, John Jakes, Gardner F. Fox, Donald Westlake and Ian Fleming … and he’s still at it.” The DMR piece comes with a dozen beautiful examples of McGinnis’ work.



• By the way, whilst prowling around the Web early last week, I stumbled across a fake book front for Twilight Gal, created in imitation of one of McGinnis’ most famous covers, from the 1960 Dell paperback edition of Kill Now, Pay Later, by Robert Kyle. The artist here identifies him- or herself only as “astoralexander,” but explains that Twilight Gal re-imagines the video game The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess “as a hard-boiled crime novel.” Both McGinnis’ cover and astroalexander’s respectful knock-off are above.

• My wife and I are currently in the midst of watching the first five episodes of Netflix’s French mystery thriller, Lupin. So I was interested to read, in B.V. Lawson’s In Reference to Murder, that the show “is returning to Netflix for its second half of season one this summer. The series has become a surprising hit for the streamer, with 70M households projected to watch since its launch on January 8, making it easily Netflix’s biggest French original. The project is a contemporary adaptation of the novels penned by French writer Maurice Leblanc and stars Omar Sy as Assane Diop, who uses the world-famous gentleman thief and master of disguise, Arsène Lupin, as his inspiration as he tries to get revenge on those responsible for his father’s death.”

• While we’re on the subject of Netflix, let me point you to this piece in The Killing Times, containing the first trailer for Behind Her Eyes, a six-part TV adaptation of Sarah Pinborough’s 2017 novel of that same name. The KT’s Paul Hirons says this program “stars Eve Hewson, Simona Brown, Tom Bateman and Robert Aramayo, and tells the story of a single mother, whose world is thrown off kilter when she begins an affair with her new boss David and matters take an even stranger turn when she’s drawn into an unlikely friendship with his wife Adele. What starts as an unconventional love triangle soon becomes a dark, psychological tale of suspense and twisted revelations, as Louise finds herself caught in a dangerous web of secrets where nothing and no-one is what they seem.” Behind Her Eyes drops on February 17.

• Another promising trailer is that of Bloodlands, a BBC One mini-series starring “James Nesbitt as a Northern Irish detective on the hunt for a serial killer known as Goliath ...,” explains Radio Times. “In the 40-second trailer we meet detective Tom Brannick (Nesbitt) as he picks up a 20-year-old investigation into [the] ‘possible assassin’ they called Goliath and reveals to his team that the killer at large murdered his wife.” There doesn’t appear to be a set premiere date yet for Bloodlands; Radio Times says to expect it “later in the year.”

• John Porter reports in The Verge that delays in releasing No Time to Die, the 25th James Bond film (currently slated to reach theaters on October 8) are “causing problems for its marketing deals, with advertisers concerned that the film may end up featuring outdated product placements.” He says “the movie could face reshoots to hide its outdated products, and … some scenes may be ‘carefully edited.’”

• So that’s what happened to Steve Hamilton. The last book published under his sole moniker, An Honorable Assassin (his third Nick Mason thriller), saw print in 2019. But next month, he will return as the co-author, with Janet Evanovich, of The Bounty, book seven in a series about FBI agent Kate O’Hare and con man Nicholas Fox, originally co-written with Lee Goldberg. The Real Book Spy tells more.

• Max Allan Collins revealed in a recent interview by Publishers Weekly that, with 2022 marking the 75th anniversary of private eye Mike Hammer’s debut, in I, the Jury, “I’ll be doing a biography of [Spillane] with James Traylor for Otto Penzler at Mysterious Press.” It was just two years ago that Collins commemorated the author’s 100th birthday with a blitz of special publications.

• After having picked up Jeff Vorzimmer’s The Best of Manhunt (2019) and last year’s The Best of Manhunt 2, you can bet I’m looking forward to the March 26 release of The Manhunt Companion, also from Stark House Press and co-edited by Peter Enfantino. In his blog Rough Edges, James Reasoner writes: “This book contains a history of the magazine, indexes of authors and stories that Manhunt published, plus reviews of every story from every issue. I’m not sure anything like this has ever been attempted before, let alone pulled off in such great style.” Click here to learn more about Manhunt (1952-1967).

Washington Post book critic Ron Charles includes this smile-inducing tidbit in his latest newsletter:
After two weeks in office, Vice President Kamala Harris has already improved the economy of some yearbook owners. Used and rare bookseller AbeBooks reports that a set of three Howard University yearbooks—1984, 1985 and 1986—recently sold for $1,500. Those volumes include pictures of Harris, who graduated from the historically black university in D.C. in 1986. A photo of Howard’s Economics Society shows sophomore Harris with her fellow students and sponsor Joseph Houchins, who was once a member of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s Federal Council of Negro Affairs.
• George Easter, the editor of Deadly Pleasures Mystery Magazine, has posted two pieces recently that are of likely interest to Rap Sheet readers. The first collects 39 vintage paperback fronts, each of which features one or more things we don’t see around much anymore. The challenge is to identify each of those anachronisms. The answers are all available at the post’s end.

In this second piece, Easter showcases a splendid variety of “girl with a gun”-themed covers—one of which featured in Killer Covers’ not-long-ago-concluded 12th-anniversary celebration.

• Did you know that you can watch the entire run of Columbia Pictures’ 1943 Batman serial on YouTube? The 15 installments, starring Lewis Wilson, Douglas Croft, and J. Carrol Naish, begin here with a chapter titled “The Electric Brain.”

Gothic-style lettering makes a comeback amid our modern plague.

Mystery & Suspense finally gets around to reviewing The Devil and the Dark Water, by British wordsmith Stuart Turton—one of my favorite mysteries of 2020—and pronounces it “clever and fun. Addictively page-turning. And so very, very entertaining.”

• I don’t relish penning obituaries, yet it seems I must do so regularly. Hal Holbrook, for instance, cannot leave this world without fit acclamation. The Ohio-born theater, film, and TV performer died on January 23 at age 95. Although many younger people know him—if only vaguely—as the guy who won a Tony Award for his stage portrayal of Mark Twain, Holbrook began his movie career in 1966, being cast in Sidney Lumet's The Group. He went on to portray then-unidentified Watergate scandal source “Deep Throatin All the President’s Men (1976) and appeared in other movies such as Wall Street (1987), The Firm (1993), and Lincoln (2012). On the small screen, Holbrook won parts in the series Coronet Blue, The F.B.I., The Name of the Game, Designing Women (featuring his wife, Dixie Carter), Evening Shade, and The West Wing, and in teleflicks on the order That Certain Summer (1972, written by Richard Levinson and William Link) and Pueblo (1973). He starred in The Senator, a much-lauded but sadly short-lived and sometimes-controversial, 1970-1971 NBC “wheel series” drama—part of the Bold Ones rotation—playing Hays Stowe, a progressive and highly principled member of the U.S. Senate. Holbrook later led the cast of three Perry Mason TV movies (following Raymond Burr’s death in 1993), filling the boots of William “Wild Bill” McKenzie, a hotshot attorney and Utah rancher. One of my fondest memories of this actor had him playing a solely vocal part, his craggy voice narrating the 1997 Ken Burns TV documentary, Lewis & Clark: The Journey of the Corps of Discovery. The New York Times says Holbrook died at his home in Beverly Hills, California; he was buried at a cemetery in Tennessee, alongside Dixie Carter, who met her own end a decade ago, in 2010.

• Last August, I mentioned on this page that Paul Green, a self-described “biographer specializing in film and television history,” had let it be known he was entering hospice care. The author of books about Roy Huggins, Pete Duel, Jeffrey Hunter, and others, Green told me in an e-mail message, “I suffer from stage 4 prostate cancer that has spread to my bones. I have been under treatment for three years.” Now Ed Robertson, host of the radio talk show TV Confidential, brings the sad news that Green passed away on Sunday, January 17, at age 65. “He was a gifted artist, a skilled biographer, and a good friend,” Robertson wrote on Facebook. “Paul and I last spoke about two months ago, at which time he informed me of his prognosis. He was in good spirits, all things considered, and we had a nice visit. It is hard for me to pick a favorite among his books. We met because of his biography of Pete Duel, did a couple of programs about his book on The Virginian, and had memorable conversations about his biographies of Jennifer Jones, Jeffrey Hunter, and Roy Huggins. He brought all of those figures to life and gave us each an understanding of who they were as people. Rest in peace, Paul … and thank you.”

• Finally, we must say good-bye to television producer and screenwriter Cy Chermak, who apparently perished from natural causes on January 29 in Hawaii. Born in Bayonne, New Jersey, in 1929 as Seymour Albert Chermak, he went on to develop scripts for Beverly Garland’s Decoy, Cheyenne, the 1977 TV movie Murder at the World Series, and Star Trek: The Next Generation. Additionally, he produced such shows as Ironside, Amy Prentiss, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, Barbary Coast, and CHiPS. Chermak was 91.

• Speaking of obits, I tried to do justice to 81-year-old author John Lutz, who breathed his last on January 9. But his friend Francis M. Nevins does a far superior job of recounting Lutz’s illustrious career in this new Mystery*File piece. He also offers this poignant closing:
The last time I saw [Lutz] was in March 2020, shortly before COVID-19 dominated the world. He said nothing, needed a walker to get around, had lost a lot of weight, but he could still function. That soon changed. He deteriorated over the rest of last year and died a little more than a week into this one.

The only other writers with whom I had such a close and rich relationship were Fred Dannay and Ed Hoch, both of them now long dead. Is it any wonder that as the years pass I feel empty and alone more and more often?
• You may not be aware of this, but frequent Rap Sheet contributor also hosts Poets of the Tabloid Murder, a mystery-fiction author interview show heard on the Public Radio Exchange (PRX). That show was off the air for awhile, but it returned to production last August. Since then, Nester has interviewed such authors as J. Todd Scott (Lost River), T. Jefferson Parker (Then She Vanished), S..A. Cosby (Blacktop Wasteland), and most recently, Nick Petrie (The Breaker). I’ve added a link to the index of Nester’s broadcasts to the “Crime/Mystery Podcasts” list in this blog’s right-hand column.

• Promoting his new spy novel, The Mercenary—not to be confused this “orgy of death” Cold War thriller—Paul Vidich submits to an interview with Mystery Tribune, and contributes a piece to CrimeReads about the role imposters play in our literary tradition.

• Four other CrimeReads posts to read: Vince Keenan’s look back at the never-produced Orson Welles picture The Smiler with a Knife, based on a novel by Nicholas Blake and casting Lucille Ball as its female lead; an interview with David Brawn, the publishing director for the Collins Crime Club, which recently reissued The Conjure-Man Dies, a 1932 work described as “the first detective novel by an African-American author”; Michael Kaufman’s analysis of where police procedurals stand in the age of Black Lives Matter and the January 6 attack on the U.S. Capitol by Trump-backing domestic terrorists; and editor in chief Dwyer Murphy’s eulogy for John D. MacDonald’s Point Crisp home in Sarasota, Florida, razed to make room for the sort of “enormous mansions that JDM railed against.”

• And we’ve heard much about small-business closings over these trying last 12 months. However, the British Web site inews.co.uk reports that independent bookshops in the UK have “managed not only to withstand the myriad difficulties thrown at them by the COVID-19 pandemic … but actually increased their numbers.”

(J. Robert Janes photo © 2014 by Ali Karim.)

Saturday, January 09, 2021

In Case You Don’t Already Know

• This month will bring, on the 19th, what would have been Patricia Highsmith’s 100th birthday. (She died back in 1995, aged 74.) In celebration, Britain’s Guardian newspaper has today published a “newly discovered short story” by the author of The Talented Mr. Ripley. That yarn’s title? “The World’s Champion Ball-Bouncer.“

• America’s PBS-TV has a couple of Agatha Christie specials, Inside the Mind of Agatha Christie and Agatha Christie’s England, lined up for January. The first of those is set to debut on Sunday the 17th.

R.I.P., Ed Bruce. The country singer, songwriter, and actor was familiar to me from his role as Tom Guthrie, a sheriff turned saloonkeeper, in James Garner’s 1981-1982 series, Bret Maverick, a revival of the 1957-1962 Western, Maverick. Bruce was 81.

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Bullet Points: Adios to June Edition

• The Columbophile continues to roll out what it says—quite credibly—are “The 100 Greatest Columbo Scenes of the 1970s.” Compiling all of these videos, with commentary, must be a tremendous amount of work. Yet the project is only a week old, and already four series installments have been posted: Part 1 (100-91), Part 2 (90-81), Part 3 (80-71), and Part 4 (70-61). The most recent choices include the fabulous “gotcha” finale from Season 4’s “An Exercise in Fatality,” guest-starring Robert Conrad; the opening murder scene from “Suitable for Framing,” a Season 1 entry featuring Conrad’s Wild Wild West co-star, Ross Martin; and a demonstration of brotherly love … er, rather brotherly hate, from one of my all-time-favorite episodes, Season 3’s “Any Old Port in a Storm,” showcasing Donald Pleasence as a wine-making murderer. The Web site’s unidentified author promises that Part 5 (60-51) will appear on Sunday.

Just the sort of garb every Columbo fan needs!

• The Summer 2020 edition of Mystery Readers Journal is devoted to Italian mysteries. If you don’t already subscribe to MRJ, click here to purchase a copy of either this issue or previous editions.

• Which reminds me, I forgot to remark on the Summer 2020 edition of Mystery Scene. Blame it on the pandemic and the confusion it has caused, even in the traditionally relaxed and sumptuous Rap Sheet offices. Chief among this issue’s contents, of course, is the fine cover profile, by Oline H. Cogdill, of the intriguing Ivy Pochoda, author of the new novel These Women. But its pages also offer Michael Mallory’s retrospective on “Grand Dame Guignol” films; Lawrence Block’s “interview” with his burglar protagonist, Bernie Rhodenbarr; Joseph Goodrich’s feature on author-screenwriter Barry Gifford; Craig Sisterson’s look at Val McDermid’s storied writing career; and Ben Boulden’s introduction to four private-eye series set in small U.S. towns. To acquire your own copy of this issue, click here.

• I read Eleanor Catton’s 2013 yarn, The Luminaries, back when I was still serving as a judge for New Zealand’s Ngaio Marsh Award for Best Crime Novel. Although that 830-plus-page historical mystery won the prestigious Man Booker Prize, it lost out on the Ngaio Marsh Award in 2014 to Where the Dead Men Go, by Liam McIlvanney. Ever since that time, I have wondered whether a motion picture or TV mini-series might be made from the book—and now that’s exactly what has happened. In fact, the six-part small-screen version of The Luminaries, starring Eve Hewson, Himesh Patel, and former “Bond girl” Eva Green, is currently being broadcast on BBC One in the UK, after having premiered in New Zealand last month. Here’s the official plot synopsis, from Radio Times:
The Luminaries tells an epic story of love, murder and revenge, as men and women travelled across the world to make their fortunes. It is a 19th-century tale of adventure and mystery, set on the Wild West Coast of New Zealand’s South Island in the boom years of the 1860s gold rush.

The story follows defiant young adventurer Anna Wetherell, who has sailed from Britain to New Zealand to begin a new life. There she meets the radiant Emery Staines, an encounter that triggers a strange kind of magic that neither can explain. As they fall in love, driven together and apart by fateful coincidence, these star-crossed lovers begin to wonder: do we make our fortunes, or do our fortunes make us?
You can watch a trailer for this limited series here, and The Killing Times reviews Episode 1 here. I don’t see any news yet about The Luminaries coming to the States, but I hope it does soon.

• Back in March, right before the start of the COVID-19 worldwide lockdown, I mentioned that next year’s Bouchercon—set to take place in New Orleans, Louisiana, from August 25 to 29, 2021—was offering a discounted registration price of $175 to the first 200 people who signed up. Amazingly, the convention’s Web site says there are still 46 such discounted spots available. After they’re gone, the charge will go up to $195. Further registration information is available here.

• Optimistic that we will have reached some safety point with the pandemic before next August, I went ahead and registered for Bouchercon 2021 myself. Since I had such a great time in New Orleans at Bouchercon 2016, and since my friend and colleague Ali Karim has been tapped as the convention’s Fan Guest of Honor, I wasn’t about to miss out on another few days spent in the Big Easy. Even knowing that August can be particularly brutal, heat-wise, in the South.

• Speaking of COVID-19, I was shocked to read in Vox the results of a new Pew Research Center poll showing that even as cases of this novel coronavirus are surging again in the United States (thanks at least in part to the reopening of businesses nationwide), “40 percent of Americans now believe the worst … is in the past, up from 26 percent in early April. That number includes the majority of Republicans, 61 percent of whom said the country has already suffered the worst of the pandemic.” By comparison, says Pew, “just 23% of Democrats and Democratic leaners say that the worst is behind us when it comes to problems from the coronavirus; more than three times as many Democrats (76%) say the worst is still to come.” This is a case where politics threatens public health. Please, everyone, listen to Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, when he counsels, “Everybody should wear a mask when out in public.” All of our lives depend on everyone being careful and respectful of others in the face of this deadly infection.

• Congratulations to Kate Jackson’s exceptional blog, Cross-Examining Crime, which today celebrates its fifth anniversary!

• Given my longstanding interest in graphic design, I was saddened to hear that artist-designer Milton Glaser, who created that “I ♥ NY” logo and co-founded New York magazine (with Clay Felker), died yesteray—which also happened to be his 91st birthday.

• Author Lee Child admits to The Guardian that he doesn’t much like his protagonist creation, Jack Reacher, and that he once “thought he would have to conclude the series with the brutal killing of his main character.” The final book even had a title: Die Lonely.

• The last I heard, Showtime’s eight-part TV drama Ripley, based on Patricia Highsmith’s best-selling Tom Ripley novels, was due to begin shooting this September in Italy. Meanwhile, British author Sarah Hilary (Never Be Broken) has an essay in CrimeReads that includes this explanation of her Highsmith’s continuing popularity:
If today much of Highsmith’s writing still feels contemporary, it is because her stories are so often unresolved; neat endings elude us in 2020 much as they did in 1950. Instead, Highsmith drops us down into the psychology of her characters where we grope in the dark, squinting and squirming, and delighting in Tom Ripley’s many perversions, including murder, because she has given us the gift of falling into the story. We are lost for the time we’re reading her books, adrift from our moral moorings, from political correctness, even common decency. We may tell ourselves we have a more liberal definition of “common decency” than her contemporaries, but this hardly bears close scrutiny in the age of social media when judgement is reached so rapidly and with condemnation so hot on its heels. While it is probably a good thing Highsmith did not live to see the age of Twitter, it is fair to say she understood human psychology more keenly than many of her contemporaries.
Click here to enjoy the entirety of Hilary’s essay.

• Summer began last weekend, but only now has Janet Rudolph posted her lengthy list of summertime mysteries.

What a clever title for a hard-boiled crime yarn!

• And I can only assume that this men’s magazine title must have sold more than a few copies as well.

• Finally, Lisa Levy has undertaken a daunting mission for CrimeReads: documenting the escalating variety of crime novels that feature “Girl” in their titles. “The surprising thing,” she observes, “is that even though the word shot up in popularity post Gone Girl, it’s been in the mix for a long time”—long enough that Levy is now four entries into her series (Part I, Part II, Part III, and Part IV), with presumably many more installments to come.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

All the Nudes Fit to Print

At the conclusion of a interesting post about various smartly designed editions of Patricia Highsmith’s five Tom Ripley novels, the Caustic Cover Critic blog notes: “Highsmith, by the way, is the only serious writer I can think of who had the dubious honour of getting a nude photo of herself put on the cover of her biography (and not by her choice, given that she was dead several years before it was published) ...” He includes that shot in his post.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Ripley, Believe It or Not

(Editor’s note: Tomorrow morning, February 28, the UK’s BBC Radio 4 will present “Looking for Ripley,” a half-hour special hosted by crime novelist Mark Billingham [In the Dark]. That show serves as the introduction to a five-week-long serialized adaptation of all of Patricia Highsmith’s renowned Tom Ripley novels. “Looking for Ripley” will begin on Saturday at 10:30 a.m. GMT, but will also be available to listeners for a week thereafter on BBC iPlayer. Billingham’s presentation will be followed tomorrow by a one-hour dramatization of the first novel in Highsmith’s series, The Talented Mr. Ripley [1955], beginning at 2:30 p.m. GMT. Before “Looking for Ripley” debuts, The Rap Sheet asked Billingham for a preview of his thoughts about Highsmith and her creation. His response is featured below.)

It is virtually unprecedented for the BBC to be broadcasting adaptations of novels by the same author in five consecutive Saturday afternoon slots. Yet that is what it has chosen to do in the case of Patricia Highsmith’s Tom Ripley novels, and the documentary I am presenting serves as an introduction to these adaptations, examining in particular the enduring fascination for the character of Ripley. Fifty-five years after his creation, Ripley still exerts a powerful hold over a great many readers, is a model for writers hoping to create compelling antiheroes, and--as I found out during the program--is still used as a case study by the president of the Royal College of Psychiatrists!

These five radio plays, in which the character of Tom Ripley will be portrayed by the brilliant Ian Hart, are, I think, a measure of the esteem in which Highsmith’s work has been held for many years. It is something of a shame that she was somewhat less appreciated when she was alive. This may have been because she was almost impossible to pigeonhole as a writer, but it was probably more to do with the fact that her books presented a version of suburban America that many readers found unpalatable. There was rarely a character to “root for” and if there was, it was usually a killer. Her fictional landscapes contained few, if any good people and the motives for the crimes in her tales were of far less importance than their consequences. She was interested in guilt and the switching of identity and rarely gave two hoots about anything approaching conventional justice. Her humor was savage and she used it to devastating effect, laying bare the sordid nature of the lives that lay behind the façade of American suburbia.

Highsmith longed to be loved, yet preferred animals to people. She was an American who yearned to be European. She was a woman who often bemoaned the fact that she had not been born a man and somewhere, from this tangle of contradictions and fury, she produced Ripley, one of fiction’s most enduring and ambiguous characters.

Tom Ripley--a man who is only truly alive when he is somebody else--is portrayed in the five novels very simply and absolutely without judgment. He kills because there is really nothing else he can do, and, as a reader, there is a real frisson in seeing him get away with it time and time again. You are drawn into Ripley’s world, compelled to empathize with him, and when you get close to this character--a psychopath who kills if there is a problem to be solved, who does not feel guilt in the same way as other people, who is not troubled by conscience or any other trappings of a conventional morality--it is hard not to feel a little (dare I say it?) jealous.

I went “looking for Ripley” by talking to many who had been close to him and his creator, including Highsmith’s biographer, Andrew Wilson, and the actor Jonathan Kent, who Highsmith herself said was the “perfect Ripley.” Did I find him? Well, I caught glimpses of him, and I certainly found out a lot more about Highsmith herself, who often signed herself “Tom” or “Ripley” and to whom her best-known character was unusually real. I discovered that dinner parties round at Pat’s could be unusual, to say the least, and that she often carried her beloved pet snails around in her bra.

As for Ripley himself ... well, I discovered that what he is truly talented at, is hiding.

READ MORE:Happy Birthday, Mr. Ripley,” by James Campbell (The New York Times); “The Darkly Talented Patricia Highsmith,” by James Sallis (Los Angeles Times).

The Book You Have to Read: “Edith’s Diary,”
by Patricia Highsmith

(Editor’s note: This is the 44th installment of our Friday blog series highlighting great but forgotten books. Today’s selection comes from Jason Starr, the New York author of The Follower and [with Ken Bruen] The Max. He has two other novels due out later this year: Fake I.D., coming from Hard Case Crime in June; and Panic Attack, a Minotaur Books release set to reach stores in August. Starr is also a regular contributor to The Rap Sheet.)

At first glance, Patricia Highsmith’s Edith’s Diary may seem like an odd choice for a “forgotten book” pick. Highsmith, who passed away in 1995, has hardly been forgotten. In many countries, especially in Europe, she remains a household name, and last year she topped a London Times list as the best mystery writers of all time. In the United States she has garnered more of a continuous cult status. She is best known as the author of the crime novels featuring Tom Ripley (especially 1955’s The Talented Mr. Ripley), and Strangers on a Train (the basis for the Alfred Hitchcock classic). In the 1990s, Vintage Crime reissued the Ripley novels and Atlantic Monthly Press published several of her standalones, and over the past several years W.W. Norton has brought the rest of her extensive backlist into print. Still, in the United States Highsmith hasn’t received the same respect in the crime-fiction genre as her contemporaries, such as Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain, and Jim Thompson. And her best standalone novels haven’t received nearly the attention they deserve.

Part of the “problem” with Highsmith is that her books don’t fit neatly into the crime-fiction genre. Her controlled, formal, almost old-fashioned writing style makes her work hard to classify. If she had written in pared-down hard-boiled prose, it would be easy to think of her as the female Jim Thompson, because her books are as dark, or even darker than Thompson’s were. Like Thompson’s classic The Killer Inside Me (1952), The Talented Mr. Ripley was a groundbreaking novel that spawned a whole new genre of crime writing. It’s not surprising that Highsmith and Thompson (coincidentally, both Texas natives) shined when writing standalone works. Thompson wrote entirely standalones, and while Highsmith wrote several additional Ripley novels, they weren’t nearly as compelling as The Talented Mr. Ripley. Her attempt at penning a series seemed artificial and forced, as if she were trying to shoehorn Ripley into become a recurring character. Perhaps novels that focus on a single anti-hero function best as standalones, as they’re really stories about decline and feature protagonists who are in the end too damaged to viably go on to another book. In her standalone novels, however, Highsmith’s talent shined. In addition to The Talented Mr. Ripley and Strangers on a Train, her best works include Deep Water (think John Cheever with murder), The Glass Cell (a thriller about prison torture), This Sweet Sickness (a brilliant novel of obsession), and her flat-out masterpiece, Edith’s Diary.

First published in UK in 1977, Edith’s Diary chronicles the lives of Edith Howland, her husband, Brett, and their son, Cliffie, who leave Manhattan in the mid-1950s for a suburban life in Pennsylvania, near New Hope along the Delaware River. What seems like the beginning of an American Dream becomes a suburban nightmare, as over the course of about 15 years Edith’s life gradually deteriorates. Her husband abandons his responsibilities and eventually leaves Edith for another woman, Cliffie becomes increasingly delinquent and psychotic, and a dying, senile uncle comes to live in the family home. At the center of this novel is Edith, the most compelling and psychologically complex character Highsmith ever created. From the outset, Edith is as unhappy in the suburbs as April Wheeler is in Revolutionary Road. But unlike April, she lacks the ability to express her frustration and doesn’t have the desire to escape her circumstances. Instead, Edith’s only reprieve from her everyday drudgery is her diary. In the beginning, her diary chronicles the accurate details of her life, but as things fall apart around her, her diary eerily becomes increasingly cheerful. In chronicling the dichotomy between Edith’s real-life world and the escape into the alternative universe of happiness that her diary provides, Highsmith is at her absolute best, creating a devastating portrayal of a woman unable to comprehend her own emotions.

The book is written with Highsmith’s usual ethereal weirdness. In a Highsmith novel you never feel like you’re quite in the real world, and the surreal creepiness works especially well here, in a novel in which things are never quite as they seem. The timeline of this book, set against the tragic historical events of the 1960s, gives the downwardly spiraling story another level of resonance.

Edith’s Diary isn’t really a forgotten novel, since it has gained many fans over the years; but it’s certainly a neglected book, and it’s a must-read for crime-fiction fans and any lover of great literature.