VinceKeenan.com: "Book: Death on the Cheap: The Lost B Movies of Film Noir, by Arthur Lyons (2000)"


This sounds like a great book. Lyons also wrote a darn good series of private-eye novels, well worth looking for in the used-book stores.

This week I read Al Guthrie's TWO-WAY SPLIT. Good stuff. Set in Scotland (Edinburgh), with some tough characters that include an ex-con and some armed robbers. There's a not-so-tough private-eye who got into the business because he liked reading p.i. fiction. His heroes are Max Thursday and Johnny Killain. You gotta like a guy like that. The title's one of those jokey ones that works about three different ways.

The book was published by PointBlank, an imprint of Wildside, and they're going to be reprinting the Truman Smith books. Looks like I'll be in good company.

I was reading about Harry Whittington's A MOMENT TO PREY over at Ed's Place the other day, and I couldn't quite figure out what the original title must have been. I finally got around to looking at my Black Lizard copy of the book and discovered that Gold Medal had published it as BACKWOODS TRAMP. I have to admit that Whittington's original title is classier, but there's just something about a title like BACKWOODS TRAMP that's hard to beat. And the cover of the Gold Medal edition beats the one on Black Lizard by a backwoods mile.

It's still hard for me to believe it's been 45 years since I graduated from high school, even after having a reunion with some of my classmates. We all still look young to me. OK, maybe not young, but we don't look old. OK, some of us do, but not all of us.

The funny thing is that I really don't remember much at all about the graduation ceremony. I do remember walking across the stage and getting the diploma, but that's it. For years, I sat in the orchestra pit and played in the band for graduation, and I remember some of those times better than my own graduation.

I do remember that outside the city auditorium, shortly before we marched in, Mike Leary said, "Do you need to take a nervous weechie?" I assured him that I didn't. I felt fine. Little did I realize what I was getting into by actually graduating. I tried to solve the problem by staying in college forever, but that didn't quite work out.