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Trish MacGregor Reviews Interstellar

← Loss & SynchronicityInterstellarPosted on November 10, 2014 by Rob and Trish Interstellar is one of those rare movies that will stick with me years from now. Kubrick’s2001: A Space Odyssey, released in 1968, is still vivid in memory. So is the 1997 movieContact.Interstellar combines elements of both of those movies, but may surpass both.Writer and director Christopher Nolan (Memento, Dark Knight Rises, Inception) is a master of non-linear storytelling. He does this, in part, by keeping the story tightly focused on the characters, who come across as completely genuine, the kind of people you or I might know. But it’s the relationship between single parent Cooper (Matthew McConaughey) and his daughter, Murph (MacKenzie Murph at age 10; Jessica Chastain in her 30s) and Ellen Burstyn (old age) that seizes the emotional center of this film and pivots the plot again and again.Here’s a plot summary from IMDB:In the near future Earth has been devastated by drought and famine, causing a scarcity in food and extreme changes in climate. When humanity is facing extinction, a mysterious rip in the space-time continuum is discovered, giving mankind the opportunity to widen their lifespan. A group of explorers must travel beyond our solar system in search of a planet that can sustain life. The crew of the Endurance are required to think bigger and go further than any human in history as they embark on an interstellar voyage, into the unknown. Coop, the pilot of the Endurance, must decide between seeing his children again and the future of the human race.One element of great storytelling is to have a small subplot of some sort that threads throughout the story, often some odd human quality or experience. Then, by the end of the story, you suddenly realize it was never small, that it’s the very thing on which the story hinges. Nolan does this with Murph, the daughter, and Cooper.Murph is convinced that a ghost is communicating with her, sending her a message of some sort. She keeps a journal filled with lot of weird lines that she’s convinced contain the message. Sometimes in their library, books fall off shelves for no apparent reason. Her dad tells her there’s no such things as ghosts and it’s not a poltergeist or anything else that’s supernatural. It’s science – gravity.I don’t want to spoil the film for anyone who hasn’t seen it, so you’ll have to see it to find out how pivotal this is to the story, the nature of space/time, wormholes, the quest Cooper undertakes, and how it figures into the final moments of the film. I hope McConaughey is nominated for an Oscar for Interstellar. His emotions spill into the theater. When he’s choked up, so are you. When he cries, so do you. You don’t just feel what he feels, you experience it.Anne Hathaway plays Brand, a scientist who works with her father, Michael Caine, Professor Brand, in a secret NASA facility. Like McConaughey, she’s a Scorpio and her emotions are nearly as intense as his.The archetypal themes in the movie are classic. The father/daughter relationship is especially powerful and propels the film. The other theme that is so prevalent is that of self-preservation versus personal sacrifice to save humanity. And then there’s the supernatural element, which turns out not to be supernatural in the way we think of it but a product of messing around with space/time.Rob and I had had two minor irritatants about the film. Food and nearly everything else is scarce in this near-future world. But people are driving trucks and cars. Where does the gas come from? We never see anyone filling up.The other point is more subtle. Throughout the film, there are references to Murph’s “ghost” and also to “they,” the people or entities who are responsible for the wormhole that has appeared just when humanity is desperate for options. One of the characters refers to they as humanity’s protectors.Who are they? In the universes on the other side of this wormhole, are there other species? Other beings? Other inhabited planets?It’s one of two central questions in this intelligent, spectacular movie. And, yes, there’s synchronicity! And a line straight out of one of our recent blog posts about how a parent should never outlive his/her child.

My First Novel by Bill Crider

How I Became Nick Carter (for a very short time) When I was living in Brownwood, Texas, and teaching at Howard Payne University, one of the other English teachers, Elva Dobson, started a small writing group.  One of the other members of the group was Gwen Davis, who taught English and French.  Her husband, Jack Davis, came to the meetings but wasn’t writing anything. One evening after the meeting was over, Jack came up to me and asked if I’d read any books in the Nick Carter series.  Jack was the manager of the Allied Van Lines office in Brownwood, and he said all the truck drivers were reading those books.  “They’re like James Bond for truck drivers.  I think you and I could write one.” I wasn’t so sure, but Jack said, “You’ve read so many of those things that you should be able to write one.”  He was right about the reading, but I wasn’t convinced about the writing.  I did know, however, that Jack had a writer in his family, so maybe he had the writing gene, too.  He was the brother of Jada Davis, the author of the classic One for Hell, one of the great noir novels of the 1950s.   After I’d thought about it for a few seconds, I asked Jack what his idea was.  It was this: he’d plot the book and sketch out some of the chapters, and I’d do most of the writing.  Being an English teacher, I could spell and punctuate.  Jack was sure I could take his ideas and work them into publishable chapters.   That sounded okay to me, so Jack called an editor at Ace/Charter, then the publishers of the series and told him our idea.  I’d never have had the nerve to do this, but Jack had plenty of gumption.  The editor said the idea sounded good and that he’d send Jack the series guidelines.  I wish I’d saved the sheet of guidelines, but I didn’t.  Maybe Jack did, but he died long ago.  At any rate, I remember a little about them.  Nick Carter was agent N3, a Killmaster, in a super-secret U.S. government spy agency known as AXE, and all agents had a tiny axe tattooed on their right arms.  Carter had three weapons, a Luger that he called Wilhelmina, a poison gas bomb that he called Pierre, and a stiletto that he called Hugo.  Each one had to be used in the novel or at least mentioned.  There needed to be a certain amount of violence and sex in the books.  I told Jack that he could research the violence, and I’d research the sex. After we had the guidelines and had talked them over, Jack told me his idea for the book.  This was in 1979, but the idea would work just as well today.  Nick Carter would be fighting terrorism, specifically Middle Eastern terrorists slipping into the U. S. across the Texas/Mexico border.  The title would be The Coyote Connection.  This sounded fine to me, and we determined from our reading of Writers Digest that what we needed to do was write three chapters and an outline to convince the publisher that we were just the guys to write a Nick Carter novel.  Jack wrote out the outline and his ideas for the first three chapters on a yellow legal pad, and I fleshed everything out on an old Underwood manual typewriter.  Then my wife, Judy, retyped the results on an IBM electric typewriter that we’d bought in 1970 for typing my dissertation.  When she was finished, we mailed the chapters and outline to Ace/Charter and waited. And waited.  I’m not sure how long it was, but Jack was impatient.  As I mentioned, Jack had gumption.  He called Ace/Charter, and it turned out that the editor who’d liked our idea had moved on.  Jack somehow got the editor’s phone number from Ace and called the editor at his new job.  He asked him why the heck he hadn’t bought our book.  The editor might’ve been a little taken aback, but this is what Jack reported that he said: “Look, you and your co-author are just two guys from some little town in Texas.  You’ve never written a book, and nobody at Ace knows that you can write one.  The three chapters you sent are good, and the outline is okay, but if you want to have a real chance at this, you need to write the whole book and send that.” So we did. And it was published.  There was a Nick Carter book every month, and I’ve always suspected that someone failed to turn in a book one month.  There was consternation in the editorial offices until someone said, “Hey, wait.  We have that manuscript from those two guys in Texas. We can use that one.”  “What if it sucks?”  “Who cares?  It’s here and it’s complete.” “All right, go with it.”  By that time Ace had become Charter Books, but we didn’t care.  We were just happy to see the book in print.  It had a great cover, with Nick and his great ‘70s sideburns, cradling a beautiful woman in one arm and holding Hugo in the other hand.  It didn’t have our names on it, but we knew who wrote it.   Now that we were published authors, we figured that old three chapters and an outline deal would work just fine.  We immediately sat down and worked out a couple of outlines.  I wrote three chapters for one of them, and we sent them in. The editor loved them, and we were thrilled.  We were going to be part of the Nick Carter stable.  We were set for life. Except that we weren’t.  That editor left, just like the first one had done.  The new editor sent back our outlines and said he’d decided not to use us.  He had other writers in mind (one of these was almost certainly Bob Randisi).  So as quickly as it had started, our career as Nick Carter authors was over.

My First Novel

Ed here: Every once in awhile there's an on line review of my first novel, which I wrote in 1983 thanks to the enormous help of my friend Max Collins.
Otherwise I don't ever think about it. It's just one more book on my personal shelf.
But it was reviewed yesterday by a Russian journalist and I thought his take was interesting. It captures what I dimly recall trying to do with the book.
 I was clueless about the publishing process in those days. I remember being disappointed when I couldn't find it at B. Dalton. King, Koontz and Irving Wallace were there. Where was I?
I had a bad day when the first review came out. PW didn't like it much but said it was a "first novel with promise." Then an Iowa City friend of my said that the guy who ran the famous bookstore there said it was a pretty bad novel.


Better news from Booklist: "a slick, fast-paced, witty mystery." And from Library Journal: "The book has great strength in the cynical, sardonic, witty voice of the narrator. An auspicious debut." And Newsday gave it an outright rave: "Thoroughly entertaining this (hate letter to the advertising industry) is executed with flair and conviction." Then the agent I shared with Loren Estleman sent him a galley and Loren wrote me praising it. He liked the way I used the advert agency as a noirish set piece and the way I turned the Mad Men scenario into hardboiled fiction. 
Britain, France and (I believe) Germany took it and it sold just well enough to get me a second contract.(There would be two movie options.)  A week after I'd sold Rough Cut I sold a horror novel I'd written the same way--get up every morning at five, work till seven and then shave, shower and head for the little ad agency I owned.
Here's the review from Ray Garraty:http://longwalkwithbooks.blogspot.com...

Michael Ketchum is a partner in a small advertising agency. Michael seems to be the only one who really works there, not only looking after the artistic side of the business, but also taking part in the creative process. The other advertisers, starting with Michael’s partner Denny Harris, are preoccupied by different activities: looking for mistresses on the side, stabbing each other in the back, scheming, drinking during working hours, at best, doing nothing.
Michael suspects that his partner Harris keeps the biggest client wife's named Clay Traynor as a mistress. If this secret will emerge, Traynor is likely to stop working with Michael’s firm, and the firm simply will go bankrupt. Michael hires a sleaze private detective to gather evidence on Harris. With photos from a private detective Michael goes to his partner to confront him and put pressure on him. In the Harris’ house the corpse of his partner greets Michael. Michael, scared, doesn’t report crime to the police, and soon someone kills another agency employee and another. Michael must find the killer before Michael will be the next.
After Rough Cut Gorman will write a few dozen books, but in 1985 this will be his debut. The circle of the novel's characters are only employees of an advertising agency, and the action rarely spreads beyond the office and apartment of the protagonist. This makes the mystery local, and the atmosphere stuffy. Everyone is a suspect, and the suspects die one by one. Could the killer be a secretary? The agency employs envious cowards and careerists that even secretaries are not to be excluded.
The intrigue expertly is stretched until the very end, and I can assure you, you will not guess who is a killer.
I also quite enjoyed the novel because of the presence of a bad private detective. If usually private detective is a knight on a white horse, a hard man, walking down the mean streets, and in these cases invariably P.I. is a main protagonist, in this book the private detective Stokes is an aahole, blackmailer and sissy, and not the main character either. I have not seen such disgusting private investigator in a long time.
Gorman’s prose is another pleasant surprise, not rough cut at all, the refined product.
«After my divorce, and before I felt much like falling in love again, I spent many evenings alone in my bachelor apartment feasting on Stouffer's frozen dinners and using self-pity the way other people used drugs. I also got into the habit of approximating a sensory-deprivation tank by sitting in the bathtub, throwing back several gins, and coming dangerously close to dozing off in the hot water.

Which is where I was three-and-a-half hours after somebody knocked me out at Denny Harris's house.»
This is conscious, adult, men's prose, surprisingly assured for the detective genre. Rough Cut is a pleasant debut.
Автор: Ray Garraty на 8:24 PMEmail This

A fascinating letter from Dave Zeltserman re Shubin-Goodis

Hi Ed,Seymour was a good guy. I'm assuming you knew him because Five Star published one of his books?Anyway, a couple of years ago he told me a poignant David Goodis story that sums up our industry. When he was first starting out he saw Goodis at a Philly pool hall with admirers all around as Goodis was a star then. Some years later when his first book was getting a lot of buzz, a friend introduced him to Goodis, and Goodis wanted to know if Seymour could help him get published.Sigh.Hey, I've been tagged to be the keynote speaker this year at the Boucherconn Nero Wolfe dinner!Best,Dave

I met David Goodis Twice
By Seymour Shubin from davidgoodis.com
I met Dave Goodis twice. No, actually once. The first time I simply “saw” him.

It was a short time after Dark Passage was published, and I was just about ready to leave a “single’s” party in Philly when someone said to me, “There’s Dave Goodis.” Now some people dispute when I say I saw him wearing a nice light-colored suit. Impossible, they say; he always wore dark-brown or whatever, and it certainly wouldn’t be up to style. Still, I think I’m right. But then again there’s a small possibility I was wrong. He was so surrounded by people, mostly girls, greeting him that I may have gotten it wrong. All I remember clearly is that I was envious. I had published a number of short stories, including one in the legendary STORY, but no novel.

Now skip to about 1956--I’m not sure of the year. My wife got a call from a girlfriend of hers that she was house-sitting, that her friend Dave Goodis was coming over, and would we join them. Goodis seemed in an excellent mood, though he told a sad story (with a smile). He said he had suffered a heart attack while surfing and that he was living with his mother. Cheerful. Nothing terribly wrong. Until he asked me:

“Can you help me get a hardcover publisher?”

(Indeed, as I learned later, this was the reason he’d asked to meet me.)

I was jolted, and then immediately flooded with sadness and disbelief, though I only hope none of it showed. I’d had just one novel published at that time, Anyone’s My Name, and though it had made the NY Times bestseller list I was hardly a star with any influence. And he was still this gloried writer in my mind. I told him that I would talk to my editor, and that if he didn’t hear from him he should write to him too, using my name.

Nothing to my knowledge ever came of it. And that was the last time I saw David Goodis.

Seymour Shubin Passes philly.com

(Thanks to Dave Zeltserman for sending me this notice)


Seymour Shubin, 93, of Paoli, a best-selling mystery writer, died Sunday, Nov. 2, at his home of complications from an earlier fall.
Mr. Shubin's books were reviewed in The Inquirer, the New York Times, the Philadelphia Daily News, and other publications.
He was an influential part of the Philadelphia literary scene in the 1970s and 1980s, winning many major awards for fiction writing.
Mr. Shubin was born in Philadelphia to Isadore and Ida Shubin, Russian immigrants active in the Jewish community. His father ran a furniture store, I. Shubin & Son, on South Street for four decades. The family lived in Olney.
At age 14, Mr. Shubin became interested in writing, buying an ancient typewriter from a friend. He began his 70-year career by writing short stories; as a teen, his first "real sale" was to a newspaper syndicate for $5.
Not wishing to join the family business, Mr. Shubin enrolled in Temple University to study journalism. "He was the first of his family to go to college," said his son, Neil.
He contributed pieces to the school's humor and literary magazine, the Owl, becoming the first freshman to publish stories in the magazine. Eventually, he became editor in chief.
During the early years of World War II, Mr. Shubin served briefly in the Army before receiving a medical discharge. He wrote and drew cartoons for the military newspaper Stars and Stripes.
Mr. Shubin's first job after graduating from Temple was as an associate editor for Official Detective Story Magazine, a true-crime publication.
He followed police as they investigated robberies, murders, and mob-related crimes, and came to know the suspects. The relationships he formed and the early look he got at the gritty world of crime showed up in his fiction later, his son said.
After working for a time at Official Detective, a pulp-fiction magazine, he switched to freelance writing.
Mr. Shubin's first novel, Anyone's My Name, published by Simon & Schuster, was a suspense story told by a murderer. It became an instant New York Times bestseller in 1953.
"Shubin's style is crisp, never, never dull," the Inquirer's review read. "With inexorable drive ... he carries his story through to its grim and shocking conclusion. He is a storyteller with a terrific punch."
Mr. Shubin took a hiatus from freelancing for a decade, to work at Smith, Kline & French pharmaceuticals and J.B. Lippincott & Co. He served the drug company as an external publications writer, and the book publisher in production and design. "He wanted a stable income to raise a family," his son said.
In the mid-1970s, he returned to freelancing, and began to master the psychological suspense thriller, which became his signature.
His first effort, The Captain (Stein & Day, 1982), received wide acclaim. Publishers Weekly wrote that the book was "a towering novel that builds to a heart-clutching peak and leaves one profoundly affected."
In his ninth decade, Mr. Shubin returned to shorter pieces, publishing books of stories and poetry. He published 15 novels and won numerous awards, including the Edgar Allan Poe Special Award; Philadelphia Athenaeum Annual Special Citation for Fiction; Potpourri Magazine's best short story of the year award; and the Temple University Alumni Award.
Mr. Shubin's writings and papers are archived at the Temple University Libraries.
Besides his son, he is survived by his wife, Gloria Amet Shubin; daughter Jennifer Levine; and four grandchildren.
Services were Tuesday, Nov. 4. Mr. Shubin was interred at Haym Salomon Memorial Park, Frazer.
Contributions may be made to the Jewish National Fund viawww.jnf.org.

4 Elmore Leonard Novels from The 70s.

Ed here: This piece is lifted from George Kelly. This book includes my two favorite Leonard novels, 52 Pick-Up and Unknown Man No. 89. There were later books I liked but too much cuteness and self-consciousnessness had crept in for me to care much any more. I know--heresy. 
But I sure am going to get this particular volume.
George Kelly:The Library of America has done it again! First they issued the quirky novels of Philip K. Dick (big sellers!) and then the LOA issued collections of noir novels, SF novels, and a popular H. P. Lovecraft book. The Library of America, best known for issuing volumes of Henry James and Herman Melville, obviously found that dabbling in Popular Culture pays Big Time.Now, the LOA launches a series of Elmore Leonard novels. This collection includes Fifty-Two Pickup, Swag, Unknown Man No. 89, and The Switch. Of course, I have the original editions, but I can’t resist these Library of America volumes. And I really like the cover that reprints the original paperback artwork (LOA started this with the Philip K. Dick books). If you’re looking for a gift for that Elmore Leonard fan on your gift list, Elmore Leonard: Four Novels of the 1970s is perfect!

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(This is one of Ed's best Westerns, and a top-notch mystery to boot. If you've never read any of his Westerns, grab this one and give it a try!)
Ed here: The people who read my westerns tell me they like this one because of the hardboiled edge and Marshal Ben Tully arrives in Pine City to find a double tragedy waiting for him: a lynch mob has taken a suspected murderer out of Tully's jail and hanged him—and the murder victim is Tully's wife!

Even though he's almost overwhelmed with grief, Tully's instincts as a lawman take over when he uncovers evidence that the man who was lynched may not be the one who killed his wife. It seems that nearly everyone in Pine City has secrets they don't want exposed, and the identity of Kate Tully's murderer is one of them. Ben Tully's investigation plunges him into a web of deceit, lust, and more murder as he risks his life to discover the truth about his wife's death!

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The new Julius Katz Collection

   Dave ZeltsermanNovember 5 at 9:36am The Kindle version of The Julius Katz Collection is now available for either purchase or borrow by Kindle Direct/Unlimited customers. This collection has the first 6 Julius Katz stories that were published in Ellery Queen, plus an original 22,000 word novella. That's 7 stories/novellas, 1 Shamus, 1 Derringer, 2 Ellery Queen Readers Choice Awards, 1 foreword by Ed Gorman, and 350 pages of Julius Katz and his sidekick Archie, all for either $4.99 or $0. What a deal!

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Lost Classics of Noir: Criss-Cross by Don Tracy

Lost Classics of Noir: Criss-Cross by Don TracyBRIAN GREENE
So this is the next in my line of posts where I’m going to write about an underappreciated vintage noir novel, and in so doing, discuss a movie that was made from its story (sometimes it’s the other way around, but you get the idea). Robert Siodmak’s 1948 (referenced as ’49 in some places) film Criss-Cross, which stars Burt Lancaster, Yvonne “Lily Munster” DeCarlo, and Dan Duryea, is an example of film noir of which most aficionados of that genre are likely familiar and appreciative.Don Tracy’s 1934 novel of the same title is less known but as worthy of recognition.Tracy may not have been James M. Cain, but judging by this novel, he wasn’t all that terribly far behind. Honestly, if someone new to the world of classic hardboiled fiction asked me for a good example of such a book, I would be perfectly comfortable pointing them in the direction of Criss-Cross. Likewise, I’d gladly tout the book to knowing noir heads who haven’t read it.There are some differences between the book and the movie and I’ll get to those, but for now a rundown of the tale as it plays out in Tracy’s novel: The story centers around and is told by a guy named Johnny Thompson. Johnny is a 23-year old Baltimore denizen.  There are people who lead harder lives than Johnny’s as we see it at the outset of the story, but his could use some improvement. He’s a boxer who isn’t doing any boxing at the moment. He was never all that great in the ring – a disfigurement he received at the hands of a victorious opponent earned him the nickname “Flat Nose” – plus the local boxing action in Baltimore isn’t drawing the kinds of crowds it once did. With Johnny’s dad having kicked off some time back and Johnny left to take care of his mother and 19-year old brother (who stutters a lot and whom Johnny badly wants us to know is not as dimwitted as people make him out to be), he needs some type of income. So he gets a job as a part of an armored car delivery team, as a non-driving guard.for the rest go here:
http://www.criminalelement.com/blogs/...

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