Friday, April 18, 2025

Well, at least they ain't after the levee this time

 So, as part of my evil plot to catch up with a book in a series I read previously, I finished Greg Herren's Jackson Square Blues a few days ago, thus getting me current with the next volume, which is where I started all this. And now I've come to find out the series has nine volumes, and the library only has volumes one and two, with me owning three. 

So yeah. 

Anyway, Scott starts the book off visiting DC to spend time with Frank, his hot FBI boyfriend of sorts. Which sets off a typical gay crisis of "Can I be exclusive, or am I always going to be a raging slut?" soliloquy with Scott. Shameless hussy seems to be winning, as Scott ends up hooking up with a famous amateur figure skater in town for the World Finals. Not that he remembers the hook up, or even the name of the guy, since tequila was involved.

All of which leads to discovery of who the hook up is, the murder of what everyone assumes is a tabloid writer seeking to out the figure skater, and a missing Death Mask of Napoleon's.  Eventually we get a clear picture of what's going on, and how things are and aren't related, and Colin, the stripper cat burgler from the last book, comes back and changes a bunch of relationship ideas. (Having seen how this affects everything in Book 3, I kind of feel like the author liked the character, but couldn't really figure out how best to utilize him.)

Fun book, lightly smutty, and making me really want to go see New Orleans. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Negative, Ghost Writer

 I only recently found out about the existence of Leslie McFarlane's Ghost of the Hardy Boys, which made me sad, given it has a copyright of 1976, well before I read any of his work. (While I get the impression this is a much later edition, and heaven knows if it itself got edited and ghostwritten...)

See, Mr. McFarlane wrote under many different names, probably the most famous being Franklin W. Dixon, as well as a handful of Carolyn Keene, Victor Applegate, ad Roy Rockwood. The former there being most of the first 40 hardcover volumes of The Hardy Boys, which sold for 10 cents, with him being paid roughly $100 a volume. That he also enjoyed a writing career outside of the Strathmeyer Syndicate isn't what he got asked about that often though. Which I think is largely why he wrote this, since he did have quite a life when he wasn't being a phantom novelist. 

Admittedly, the narrative here is on the non-linear side, as we learn about how he came to be employed by Strathmeyer before jumping back in time, before returning to  the Boys near the end. This gives us time to hear about his newspaper days, and any number of good stories of people he worked with through Ontario and Massachusetts, as well as discussions on what he was thinking when he wrote certain books.

Along the way, we get an education in how syndicate writing works, and his rather ...aloof... feelings towards the series he created.  (So, when he starts with the syndicate, he's writing Dave Fearless, a young man who's also a deep sea diver, and therefore is running afoul of bad storms, murderous relatives, man eating sharks, octopi that are hungry, etc. I'd love to track one or more of this down, since they sound like pulpy fun. He gets asked to start the Hardy Boys, which means writing three "breeder books" that will get released at the same time, and hopefully spark enough reader interest to get a series going. The process is, he gets an outline, he fleshes out the outline into a novel, occasionally adding his own own flourishes to the narrative; things like the Boys getting monetary rewards AND a big feast, since the readers in the age range are always hungry. He does get feedback on things like "Make the cops less buffoonish", which leads to making spinster Aunt Gertrude a source of humor. Given the Syndicate gave birth to Nancy Drew, The Bobbsey Twins, Tom Swift, The Rover Boys....they knew what they were doing.)

 It is kind of interesting to lean that Mr. McFarlane never really did realize exactly how much impact his unknown work had on generations of boys, and indeed, the only thing that seems to upset him about the entire situation is seeing what happened in the 50s when the revisions to the books happened. (By most accounts, the books got revised to get rid of some unfortunate racism and update the language; the side effect was the books got rewritten and a lot of the things people enjoyed [pacing, character relationships] got taken out. [Fer instance, it's mentioned that in the original introduction of Aunt Gertrude, there's a scene of her arriving from the train station and haranguing the Hardy Household, adding comedy to the scene. In the revision, she's just kind of appears and never leaves.] Some of this, I get. Of the reprinted and revised hardcovers, I only finished a few, and that was mainly due to the pulpy illustrations drawing me in. Even in the very early 80's the revisions from 30 years prior made the books seem horribly outdated. Which is probably whey I got sucked into the more contemporary "Digests", which saw publication starting in 1979.)

I'm kind of needle dropping here, because there's a hell of a lot in the book that really deserves discussion that I really just don't have the energy to explore here. I will say I highly recommend reading this to anyone who got sucked into one of the Syndicate series.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

The Saints are Coming

 I had to do some checking on the timeline of when Greg Herron's Bourbon Street Blues was published (2003) vs when Katrina hit the Delta (2005), since some of the plot involves a plot to blow up the levee to flood New Orleans. I think this can be chalked up to horrible timing, as anyone reading the book now will have the actual horror come to mind vs the fictional events here that have a happier ending. 

So, this is the first book in the Scotty Bradley series, which I was happy to finally read after finishing book 3 a few weeks ago. Scott in this one is working as a personal trainer and stripper, and we're opening oin Southern Decadence, aka the big gay party New Orleans hosts every Labor Day weekend. Here, he's single and ready to mingle, although he's working with a methed up porn star and a non local named Colin on top of a bar. 

Well, first, a former trick he still talks to on occasion winds up executed in front of his apartment. Then he finds a disk another former trick shoved in his boot while tipping him. Which in turn evolves into stopping a plot by a gubernatorial candidate to blow up the levees and kill all the gays in New Orleans in order to get elected to state office. (Mostly due to New Orleans, much like Detroit and Chicago, both having large enough voting populations to swing the entire vote of the state.)

I enjoyed this; the humor leavens the seriousness of the plot, and everyone mostly winds up with a happy ending.