Another of the Columbia pulps edited by Robert W. Lowndes, and as usual, he's managed to get some good authors to mix in with others you've never heard of, and neither have I. In this issue of SMASHING DETECTIVE STORIES, you've got Carroll John Daly with a Race William yarn, the prolific Western pulpster who also wrote mysteries Donald Bayne Hobart, and Hunt Collins, author of the cover story, who was really Evan Hunter. Maybe not great stuff, but I'll bet it was fun. The cover scan is from the Fictionmags Index.
This is a pulp I own and read recently. The scan is
from my copy. EXCITING WESTERN is one of the Thrilling Group, and I tend to
like those pulps.
Wilbur S. Peacock was a fairly prolific pulpster, writing dozens of mysteries,
Westerns, science fiction, sports yarns, and jungle adventures for a variety of
pulps during a career that lasted from the late Thirties on into the Fifties.
He’s probably best remembered, though, as an editor at Fiction House on such
titles as PLANET STORIES and JUNGLE STORIES. His novella “Riders of Rebel Range”
in the September 1952 issue of EXCITING WESTERN is the first fiction by him
that I’ve read, as far as I recall. It’s an excellent story, too, about a group
of masked vigilantes in Texas battling carpetbaggers during Reconstruction.
However, there’s a hidden mastermind using the vigilantes for his own nefarious
purposes, and it’s up to the local sheriff to uncover the real plot . . .
assuming, that is, that the lawman isn’t the actual bad guy himself.
Peacock really packs a lot into this novella. In addition to the main plot
concerning the vigilantes, we get overlapping romantic triangles, sibling
rivalry, bushwhacking, brutal fistfights, and an apocalyptic ending that
threatens to destroy the whole town. The mystery angle is handled well enough
that I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen or who would turn out to be
the hidden mastermind. I enjoyed this one quite a bit. If Peacock had written
any novels, I’d be on the lookout for them, but it appears he only published in
the pulps. I’ll certainly watch for his name in the future.
Unfortunately, the next story, “Wine, Women, and—Who Cares?” by Al Storm, is an
example of how difficult it is to write a comedy Western that works, at least
as far as I’m concerned. Humor is highly subjective, of course. But this tale
of gold miners with colorful names like Shammy and Zinger-Dip, doing colorful
things, just never amused or interested me. I did not find it a “Rib-Tickler”
as the cover claims.
Max Kesler is another author whose name I’ve seen in many pulps but have never
read until now. His novelette “A Doctor Kills a Wolf” is a timber camp story,
not a favorite theme of mine but one that can be okay if done well. The
protagonist, a disgraced doctor, lands in the middle of a timber war and not
surprisingly winds up being forced to use the medical skills he has tried to
give up, as well brawling and shooting his way through to victory. This yarn
has a nice hardboiled tone but suffers from the fact that the villain is pretty
much a cipher and barely appears in the story. It’s hard to have a good hero
without an effective bad guy. Kesler writes well enough that I would certainly
read more by him, though.
I think “The Half-Mule Sodbuster” is the second story I’ve read by Seven
Anderton. It’s a well-written cattlemen vs. sodbusters story, only in this case
there’s only one sodbuster, a stubborn man who doesn’t carry a gun but is
determined to homestead a farm even though everyone else in the valley wants to
run him out . . . except maybe the beautiful daughter of one of the cattle
baron. There’s some humor, some action, and even some surprisingly sexy stuff
(for the time period) in this story, but I thought the ending could have packed
a little more punch.
I don’t care much for stories about animals (we had a discussion about this on
the WesternPulps group recently), but “Underdog” by Harold F. Cruickshank isn’t
bad. The animals don’t talk, and the terrier of the title isn’t the viewpoint
character. As a dog vs. bear story, it’s okay.
I’ve read some truly terrible Western paperbacks by Lee Floren, but he had a
long, successful career so there must have been plenty of readers who enjoyed
his work. I’ll admit, there are some nice moments in his novelette “This Trail
to Bullets”. The protagonist is a two-fisted, gun-totin’ undercover bank
examiner, not exactly the sort of character you find in Western pulp yarns
that often, and I like that. Floren’s style is a little rough, but it has an
effective hardboiled tone in places. I enjoyed this one enough I might give
some of his novels a try again. Sometimes I warm up to an author as time goes
This issue wraps up with “Bad Medicine”, a short story by an author I’d never
heard of, Tom Hopefield. He appears to have published half a dozen stories, all
in the early Fifties. This one concerns rock climbing and a bully’s
comeuppance, and while it’s nothing special, it’s pleasant enough.
Overall, this is a good but not great issue of EXCITING WESTERN. Wilbur S.
Peacock’s story is the best and will have me keeping an eye out for his work.
Seven Anderton continues to be a solid author, and Lee Floren’s story was
better than I expected. The others were all good enough to keep me reading. I
didn’t skip any of the stories, although I did just skim through the columns
and features. I do think that by the early Fifties, the Western pulps had
suffered from the fact that most of the best authors were concentrating on
novels, both hardback and paperback.
I started reading Carter Brown books when I was in high
school, and I hate to think of how many decades ago that was. I’m still reading
them all these years later, and thankfully, I’m not the only one. There are
enough Carter Brown fans out there for Stark House to reprint the first three
novels featuring Lieutenant Al Wheeler in a very handsome trade paperback
collection. It just so happens that Al Wheeler was the narrator/protagonist of
the very first Carter Brown novel I read, ’way back when (I think it was THE
UNORTHODOX CORPSE, but I’m not 100% sure of that), so I was very happy to have
the chance to read THE WENCH IS WICKED, the book that introduced the character.
This novel was first published in 1955 by Horwitz Publications in Australia and
has never been reprinted in the United States until now. Al Wheeler isn’t quite
the same character in this one that we know and love from the Signet editions
that would appear on every paperback spinner rack in America a few years later,
usually with great covers by Robert McGinnis. For one thing, Al doesn’t work
for Sheriff Lavers, although there is a character named Lavers in this book
who’s a politician. Maybe he gets elected sheriff at some point in the series.
Instead Al is a detective lieutenant on the police force of an unnamed
California city not far from Los Angeles. In later books this locale is known
as Pine City. Nor does he drive an Austin Healy sports car, but he does rent an
MG for part of the book. There’s no sign of his dimwitted sidekick Sergeant Polnick.
But the wisecracking, the chasing of beautiful dames, the hardboiled attitude,
and the deceptively keen mind that can solve multiple murders, those are all in
place in this first adventure, which involves a murdered playwright whose body
is found at the bottom of a gravel pit. The playwright is involved with a movie
crew from Hollywood that’s shooting a Western in the area, so the suspects
include a couple of gorgeous actresses, a leading man who’s prone to violence,
an unsavory character actor, a director who may or may not be a drug addict,
and a cameraman rumored to have an unhealthy interest in underage girls. So Al
has plenty to sort through, including two more murders, before a suspenseful
showdown with the killer in that same gravel pit.
Alan G. Yates, the author behind the Carter Brown pseudonym, was an Englishman
who lived in Australia, and his early books, although set in America, contain
the occasional bit of description or dialogue that doesn’t ring true. As a
result, when Signet began reprinting the books, they hired an American mystery
writer to go over the manuscripts and revise them slightly. This practice
lasted for only a few books, however, as Yates got to be very good at sounding
American. Since THE WENCH IS WICKED was never reprinted over here, there are a
few examples of things that aren’t quite right, such as Al’s car having a
bonnet rather than a hood. Things like that don’t bother me at all; in fact,
they kind of add to the book’s charm.
Many of the Carter Brown books have pretty intricate plots, while others are
fairly thin. This one is in the middle, complex enough to maintain the reader’s
interest all the way through but not terribly difficult to figure out. The main
appeal of these books for me has always been the fast-paced, breezy style and
the likable protagonists. THE WENCH IS WICKED delivers quite well on those
scores. It’s just great fun to read, and I give it and the Stark House
collection that includes it a very high recommendation.
The only thing Kate and J.D. Blaze had in mind when they
rode into the settlement of Unity, Utah, was celebrating their wedding
anniversary. But then J.D. is forced to kill a corrupt deputy in order to save
a woman’s life, and suddenly the Old West’s only husband-and-wife gunfighters
are plunged into a deadly mystery involving a sinister albino, missing men, and
a lost treasure in Spanish gold.
It’s action all the way as critically acclaimed author Ben Boulden returns with
another exciting installment in today’s top Adult Western series!
I continue to be stubborn and read the Ki-Gor stories
in order, which brings us to "The Empire of Doom" in the Winter 1940
issue of JUNGLE STORIES. I'm convinced that the same author who wrote the
previous installment, "Ki-Gor—and the Paradise That Time Forgot"
turned out this one as well. The style is the same, and Ki-Gor and his
beautiful redhead American wife Helene still live on the same fortress-like island
in the middle of a river and hang around with their Pygmy buddy N'Geeso and
Marmo the elephant.
Ki-Gor's other main sidekick, Tembu George (really former railroad porter
George Spelvin, who's now the chief of the Masai), shows up as well, and
it's a welcome return. George is a great character: smart, brave, funny, loyal
to his friends, and just an all around great guy. He has as much or more to do
with saving the day than Ki-Gor does in this one.
Unfortunately, there's not a lot of plot. Ki-Gor, Helene, and George get
involved in the power struggle between the ruler of a neighboring kingdom and
his ambitious nephew. That's about it. There are a couple of decent battles,
one early and one late, and not much in between to amount to anything. The
writing is okay for the most part, there's just not enough story.
So far the tone of this series has varied from goofy super-science to
Nazi-fighing action/adventure to the more mundane fare of the last few stories.
I like all three protagonists, though, and that's been enough to keep me going.
Better stories will be coming along soon.
I saw THE REIVERS when it was new, or almost new, anyway,
since I remember watching it at the Corral Drive-In, which meant it was in its
second run and had already played at what we called the “inside shows”. Anyway,
I watched it again recently for the first time since then and was curious to
see how it was going to hold up.
The answer is, pretty darned good. This is a coming-of-age yarn, set in Mississippi and Memphis in 1905 and based on
the final novel by William Faulkner. In the spirit of full disclosure, I’ve
never read the novel (or much of anything else by Faulkner, for that matter),
so I don’t know how faithful the movie is to it. The protagonist and narrator
(in voice-over, from the prospective of a much older man, voiced by Burgess
Meredith) is 11-year-old Lucius McCaslin, played by Mitch Vogel, who does a
good job in a part that surely would have been played a few years earlier by
Ronnie Howard; Vogel bears a distinct resemblance to Howard. Lucius comes from
the most prominent family in the small town where he lives, and the patriarch
of that family, played by the fine character actor Will Geer, buys the first
automobile the area has ever seen.
The car proves to be too great a temptation for the family’s high-spirited
handyman and caretaker, Boon Hogganbeck, played by Steve McQueen. While
everybody in the family is out of town except for Lucius, Boon takes the car
and convinces Lucius to go along with him to Memphis, where they’ll have four
days of adventuring. Lucius’s mixed-race cousin, played by Rupert Crosse,
invites himself along.
Naturally, a lot happens in that four days. Boon and Lucius stay at a
whorehouse where Boon’s girlfriend is one of the soiled doves (Sharon Farrell).
Comedy, violence, racism, corruption, and horse racing ensue. Although there
are certainly some dark undercurrents, the movie maintains a fairly light tone
all the way through, and it could almost be a warm-hearted family comedy/drama
except for some language and nudity. It manages to be pretty warm-hearted
THE REIVERS is very much of its time, the sort of movie that wouldn’t be made
today, or at least not in the same way. There’s a lot in it that wouldn’t pass
muster with today’s more sensitive, politically correct audiences. But I
thoroughly enjoyed it and am glad I watched it again after nearly 50 years.
Some days Norman Saunders is my favorite pulp cover artist; some days it's Walter Baumhofer. Today is a Baumhofer day. That's a really striking, evocative cover, and the authors inside this issue ain't bad, either: Carroll John Daly (with a Race Williams story), Erle Stanley Gardner, Norvell Page (a Ken Carter story), and Cornell Woolrich. As I've said many times before, just another day at the newsstand during the pulp era.
WESTERN NOVELS AND SHORT STORIES was never considered one of the top Western pulps, but there were stories by good authors to be found there, plus the occasional good cover like this one. H.A. DeRosso has a story in this issue, as does veteran pulpster Paul Chadwick, writing as John Callahan. What little I've read by R.S. Lerch has been pretty good, and while I've never read anything by John Latham that I recall, he published several novels as Ace Doubles, so he must have been an entertaining writer.
I’m a longtime fan of George Harmon Coxe’s mystery
novels—they were on the shelves of all the public libraries around here when I
was growing up—but I wouldn’t have even been aware of this graphic novel
adaptation of his 1939 novel FOUR FRIGHTENED WOMEN if not for my buddy Scott
Cupp, who graciously passed along his copy to me.
Originally published by Dell in 1950, this is a reprint from 2010 with an
introduction by publisher Greg Theakston. The story features Coxe’s most famous
character, Boston crime photographer Kent Murdock, and actually comes off a
little like a classic British country house mystery. Murdock comes to the
estate of radio comedian Ted Bernard to take pictures of him and his ex-wife,
glamorous actress Irene Alexander. Of course, there are a whole lot of other people
on hand—Bernard’s adopted son, his ex-wife’s agent, a Broadway actress, a
chorus girl, his drunk, washed-up jokewriter, his niece and her fiance, a
sinister piano player, a private detective (Jack Fenner, the protagonist in
several other of Coxe’s novels), and probably some others I’m forgetting. With
that many suspects—I mean guests—on hand, you just know there’s going to be a
murder sooner rather than later. And when there is, the killer tries to frame
Murdock for it.
This is pure hardboiled pulp. Everybody smokes and drinks constantly, and the
wisecracks and tough guy patter are always flying. I loved it. This is the kind
of stuff I grew up on, and I never get tired of it.
As Greg Theakston points out in his introduction, nobody knows who wrote the
script or did the art for this adaptation. The art is simple but effective, and
the script keeps the complicated plot understandable, which was probably much
easier in the original novel version. (I’ve never read the book, by the way,
and I doubt if I ever will, since I know who the killer is now.) The cover art
is by the always good Robert Stanley, who did a bunch of paperback covers,
including some of the Mike Shayne novels. This sure puts me in the mood to read
some more of Coxe’s novels. I might just do that.
That looks a little like a Norman Saunders cover to me, but it's not listed on his website, so I guess it's some artist whose work is similar. Whoever painted it, I like it. This pulp doesn't appear to have lasted very long, but this issue, at least, has some good authors in it: Cleve F. Adams, Edward Ronns (who was really the great paperbacker Edward S. Aarons), Norman A. Daniels (another prolific pulp and paperback author), Cyril Plunkett, and a couple of house-names.