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The Dickens of Detroit

From the early 1970s until 1992’s Unforgiven, Westerns had become outmoded, pitiful television productions and lame B-films that had run the genre into the dust heap, and unless Clint Eastwood was starring in the saddle, no Western was getting noticed. I was still unabashedly hooked, even with the worst of the lot, and championed the unsung. But during that long, long drought, there was one author’s name that routinely surged, as when an apologist (my definition: owlhoots who loved the genre but were afraid to acknowledge it) would say something along the lines of, “I only read Elmore Leonard Westerns.” Since I hadn’t read Leonard at that point, whenever I would hear such words, I’d hold my worn paperbacks by Max Brand or Luke Short closer to the vest, wagering, “I see your Elmore Leonard and I raise you one Elmer Kelton.”

I'm at Macmillan's Criminal Element. Talking about The Dickens of Detroit.

Rain on the leaves...

At 2 a.m. the little goose couldn't sleep and wanted to watch a show on the Kindle Fire. Once she was happily contented with M. Mouse—and with any luck our lesson is finally learned that there should be no chocolate consumed before bed—and my Charmer was back to sleep, I began working on an Errol Flynn article devoted to his Hollywood Westerns. I watched part of Sante Fe Trail (1940) and this leads to watching the documentary Tasmanian Devil: The Fast and Furious Life of Errol Flynn.And that’s a long way around to saying it reminded me of “Sean Flynn” by The Clash from 1982’s Combat Rock. Errol’s son Sean, a freelance photojournalist for Time and United Press International, disappeared on April 6, 1970. His body was never found and it is believed he was held captive for over a year before being murdered by the Khmer Rouge.

Hello, Goodbye

Ava waving to the good folks in Tysons Corner, Virginia. At that moment, I was playing Billy Joel's Greatest Hits and the lyrics "Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes" seemed to be timed perfect.

A Dynamite Girl’s Film Noir

Alexis Smith (June 8, 1921 – June 9, 1993) was a versatile, Canadian-born actress who was equally at home playing in Hollywood Westerns, comedies, and noirs or just about any genre Tinseltown tossed her way. She played opposite many of the biggest Silver Screen draws including Humphrey Bogart, Barbara Stanwyck, Errol Flynn, and Cary Grant. The publicity machine of the era dubbed her the Dynamite Girl—casting her most often in the role of “The Other Woman”—and after two decades, she met her ultimate critical acclaim for 1959’s The Young Philadelphians opposite Paul Newman. Later, she turned to Broadway where she won a Tony Award in 1972 and in the very early 1990s was nominated for an Emmy Award for her guest appearance on an episode of Cheers. For nearly fifty years she was married to Peter Gunn’s Craig Stevens.

The rest of my article can be found at Macmillan's Criminal Element. 

The Lawyer: Stay of Execution by Wayne D. Dundee

Coming soon...

In the Old West, J.D. Miller had been an attorney at law. A respected and successful one. Until the horrific, soul-scarring day when he returned home to find his entire family gruesomely slaughtered—the charred remains scarcely recognizable in the smoldering ruins of what had once been their house. Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes, The Lawyer—a killing machine—was born, and he’s leaving a blood-splattered revenge trail as he searches out those who murdered his family.

THE LAWYER: STAY OF EXECUTION is the first novella in a thrilling new hard-boiled Western series by bestselling Amazon author Wayne D. Dundee (Manhunter’s Mountain, The Empty Badge) and BEAT to a PULP books. Based on characters created by Edward A. Grainger, author of the Cash Laramie and Gideon Miles adventures.

Night and the City

Ava's picture. Any Guesses where?

Any Sam Elliott Fans?

Any Sam Elliott fans? I'm at Macmillan's Criminal Element with The Man Who Kept the Western Alive.

Criminal Words

In a previous post, I've mentioned a Cash Laramie noir Western, "Merciless," being a part of Erik Arneson's Word Crimes Podcast. Now that same adventure is in an audiobook called Criminal Words and joins other stellar offerings by the distinguished likes of Joe Clifford, Jen Conley, Chris Holm, Chris Irvin, Tom Pitts, Steve Weddle, and Erik Arneson. Stories are all read by former public radio reporter Scott Detrow.

Here's a link to Erik's website and a little more information on the new release.

All That Matters

My Charmers at Bowman's Beach, Sanibel Island, Florida.

Steel

Elijah (“Lije”) Baley is a New York City homicide detective a few millennia into the future. His world is an overpopulated Earth with eight billion people living in massive, layered complexes—caves of steel—enclosed by mammoth domes. Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York have grown to the point where they are almost touching. Humans no longer know what it is to see natural light (except the elite who live at the top) or experience the feeling of the wind on their back. Even the thought of walking outside their enclosed womb of a city is terrifying and many people like Elijah have agoraphobia.

There are fifty known planets, called Spacer worlds, where colonists have established new societies and have become wealthy due to their low population and abundant supplies, leaving Earth as the runt of the galaxy. The aptly named Spacers are deep intergalactic colonists who have returned to Earth, but their integration back on the home planet has its obstacles, the least of which is their fear of the diseased-riddled Earth since their own worlds are devoid of such maladies.

 *Read the rest of my article, 60 YEARS LATER, ASIMOV’S STEEL STRONG, at The Fall Creek Review.