Showing posts with label Steve Fisher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve Fisher. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Overlooked Films: THE LADY IN THE LAKE (1947)


Story by Raymond Chandler. Screenplay by Steve Fisher. Deadly dame by Audrey Totter. Together, they make my all-time favorite mystery film. What's Robert Mitchum doing in the YouTube shot below? Beats me. He wouldn't play Marlowe for another 28 years. But never fear, the film is the real thing, and Robert Montgomery makes a better Marlowe, even though we only see him when he looks in the mirror.

Because this movie has a lot of Christmasy stuff, I was tempted to wait until December to post it. But because many films get yanked from YouTube without warning, I didn't want to take the chance. So Merry Christmas to you, four months early.






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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Paul Cain. Norbert Davis. Steve Fisher. Theodore Tinsley. Available today in BLACK MASK eBooks!


We take this time out from our regularly scheduled Overlooked Film to celebrate a big day in Black Mask history. Mysterious Press, in cooperation with Open Road Media and Keith Deutsch of Blackmaskmagazine.com, introduce a new line of eBooks featuring some of the best stories from the magazine.

The three books above feature one story apiece. They’re all great ones, and I’m pleased to see them back in print, but I'm most excited about the book below, Jerry Tracy, Celebrity Reporter, by Theodore Tinsley. This massive eBook features 25 stories - the complete run of the series - and every tale is packed with wit and humor.


But first, the single-story books. Each is an outstanding example of Black Mask storytelling, and each excels in a different way.

The style of Paul Cain’s “Pigeon Blood” is nowhere near as tough as his iconic novel, Fast One, but the protagonist, an extra-legal attorney named Druse, is as hardboiled as they come. This time, Druse’s case involves a string of pigeon blood rubies that may or may not be genuine, the attractive socialite who owns them, her stuffy husband, and a gambling hall owner with guns at his disposal. Druse turns them on their heads, grinds them up and delivers a solution he finds satisfactory - and lucrative - to himself.

“Red Goose” is a fine example of the cockeyed humor routinely delivered by Norbert Davis. Hollywood gumshoe Ben Shaley has a put-upon personality much like that of Davis’s most famous detective - Doan, of the Doan & Carstairs books. In this, the first of two Shaley tales to appear in Mask, he’s sent after a stolen painting of a goose, and barely comes away with his life - which is more than can be said for others involved in the affair.

Steve Fisher wrote the screenplay for my all-time favorite mystery film, Lady in The Lake, and all of his work makes me sit up and take notice. He was at his best with first-person narration, and “You’ll Always Remember Me” is a prime example. This story, a chilling look into the mind of a young sociopath, is more noir than hardboiled.

Now onto the main attraction, Jerry Tracy, Celebrity Reporter . . .

Prior to this, I knew Theodore Tinsley only as the author of several Shadow novels, written as “Maxwell Grant” while Walter Gibson was out to lunch. Though I have a few of his Jerry Tracy stories in Black Mask, I'd never bothered to read one. This 25-story collection is a real eye-opener, revealing Tinsley to be an extremely gifted hardboiled storyteller - with a unique and quirky style.

Our hero, Jerry Tracy, is a smart-mouthed columnist who dishes the dirt on Broadway for his newspaper the Daily Planet. Yep, the Daily Planet, and this series began in October 1932, six years before the first appearance of Superman. (For the record, Supes first went to work for the Daily Star, but the paper soon underwent a name change, and this while the Tracy series was still running in Mask.)

Though the Jerry Tracy stories are told in third person, this is extremely close third person, so we’re often privy to Tracy’s thoughts. It was a shocker for me to discover that Tracy’s thoughts read like a cross between the narration of Dan Turner and Daffy Dill. Now that’s entertainment. Jerry Tracy displays his quirky personality in his spoken dialogue, too, addressing everyone as “Bum,” employing the universal greeting “Hawzit,” and being generally inventive with the English language.

As I mentioned, this began in 1932, a full year and a half before Robert Leslie Bellem introduced Turner in Spicy Detective, and Richard Sale brought Daffy Dill to life in Detective Fiction Weekly. I have to wonder if either of those writers were influenced by Tinsley.

The dialogue makes the stories fun, but it’s the stories themselves that pack the real punch. While Dan Turner's adventures are all style and no substance, these Tracy tales are the real deal, putting Tinsely almost on a parr with Richard Sale. I haven’t had time to read all the stories in this book, but the half-dozen I’ve finished have heart and meaning, and even manage to comment on the human condition. In mystery stories from the thirties, that’s saying a lot - even for stories that appeared in Black Mask.

Jerry Tracy, Celebrity Reporter sells for slightly more or less than ten bucks, depending where you buy it. That may seem high for an eBook, but in this case it’s a bargain. If this were a print volume, it would run over 1000 pages, and this is quality stuff. The 25 stories are presented in chronological order, following Tracy’s eight-year run from start to finish. Outside of dishing out thousands for the original magazines, there’s no way we’d ever be able to read this stuff. And as a bonus, we're treated to an insightful overview of Tinsley's career by Boris Dralyuk. Thank you Mysterious Press, Open Road and Keith Deutsch!

As previously announced, these four volumes are only the kick-off. A new eBook will follow each month. I'm already looking forward to the next.

You'll find where-to-buy info HERE.


All drawings and paintings from Black Mask Magazine are copyright © 1923 to 1953 by Keith Alan Deutsch as successor-in-interest, and conservator of all copyrights to the original publishers and copyright registrars: Pro-Distributors Publishing Company, Inc, and Popular Publications Inc.  All copyrights © renewed 1951 to 1981.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Encore Review: Homicide Johnny by Steve Fisher


This book wasn’t quite what I expected.

I amassed a lot of Steve Fisher novels twenty years back, when I was deep in the throes of hardboiled mania. I’d seen Lady In The Lake (with that incredible Fisher sceenplay) several times and scuttlebutt said he was a great hardboiled writer. But near as I recall, I never got around to reading one of his books.

Enter Homicide Johnny. Interesting title. Excellent cover. Originally published in 1940 by “Stephen Gould”, this was (I think) Fisher's fifth novel, right before I Wake Up Screaming.

I expected hardboiled. Well, it is - a little. But only in the attitude of our hero, small town homicide detective Johnny West. (Why such a small town needs a homicide specialist is never addressed, but we’ll let that go.) The prose is nicely crafted, even eloquent in spots, but never what I would call tough.

I expected sharp, memorable wise-guy dialogue, something on par with my favorite line from Lady in the Lake, where Robert Montgomery says to Audrey Totter, “Imagine you needing ice cubes.” Well, the dialogue is sharp, breezy, and sometimes playful, but it never sizzles. Johnny's investigative partner is town librarian Penny Lane (yep, no fooling), and the repartee between the two is sometimes reminiscent of The Thin Man. But I finished the book this morning, and couldn’t quote you a single line. 

I expected more thriller than mystery. Nope. This is an old-fashioned no-nonsense mystery. Every character we meet has a motive for the murders. When they’re caught in lies, they cover up with new lies, maintaining their suspect status right until the end. In the last chapter, when Johnny tells Penny he's almost figured it out, we get a one-page reminder of who the eight suspects are and what they’re doing right before Johnny’s big reveal. On the next page Johnny tells Penny (and the reader) that all the clues are out there and if she (they) were paying close attention the murderer should be obvious. Then, once the killer is exposed, Johnny talks for seven straight pages explaining to the murderer exactly what happened and why - stuff the killer already knows, of course, but the reader doesn’t. By today's standards, it's less than sophisticated.

About the cover: A fine job (as always) by Rudolph Belarski, but not quite true to the story. There is a hot blonde in the book, but she never takes off her starchy white nurse uniform. And there’s a scene where librarian Penny Lane pumps several bullets into an attacker in a basement, but her hair is the color of mahogany, and bare shoulders and heaving bosom are hardly her style. Nor is there any reason to believe it is unduly, uh… chilly in the basement.

If I’ve made Homicide Johnny sound like a bad book, I apologize. It was a quick read and I enjoyed it. I expect you’ll enjoy it even more, because you’ll know what to expect. A brand new paperback reprint is available on Amazon from a publisher called “Black Mask”, about which I know nothing. Amazon also offers a kindle version for $3.19.