At age 77, Lawrence Block continues to churn out top-notch new novels (there will be a new one published next month from Hard Case Crime, in fact). He belongs to a small elite group of older writers whose legacy and popularity will almost certainly outlive him. Perhaps this is why over the last few years he has also busied himself republishing old pseudonymous works and collecting previously forgotten pieces—early short stories, essays, magazine articles, etc.—into new books. Or maybe he just wants to earn more money. Either way, this is good thing for his fans, because this stuff is very interesting.
Here Block gives us an easy-to-read collection of book introductions, freelance articles, and his “Murders on Memory Lane” column from Mystery Scene magazine. All of these pieces are centered on famous crime authors and their novels. Block is always imminently readable, his style sort of reminds me of a rambling conversation with an eccentric uncle.
He is profusely gracious and complimentary toward living writers, but he dishes the dirt on dead ones. For example, he tells an anecdote of Robert Ludlum throwing a tantrum when Robin Cook got a bigger advance than he did. There is a story of Evan Hunter a.k.a. Ed McBain writing sex novels under a pseudonym in order to keep a mistress on the side. There is even a funny anecdote concerning Lucille Ball’s rather demanding sexual proclivities.
The highlight was probably the essay on Scott Meredith, the now-infamous literary editor/agent who ran mail-order scams and collected unethical commissions on every story he bought. The analysis of the works of Robert Parker and Mickey Spillane were insightful and perhaps brutally honest. Charles Wileford sounds like the literary world’s most good-hearted psychopath.
As you might expect in a collection of this format, some observations show up more than once. There is also some overlap with stories already told in Block’s monthly Writer’s Digest columns, which were previously collected in a quartet of books-- Telling Lies for Fun & Profit, Spider Spin Me a Web, Liar’s Bible, and Liar’s Companion.
Still, this is rare, fun stuff if you are a fan of the genre. Some of my favorite quotes are listed below:
Fredric Brown: “When I read Murder Can Be Fun, I had a bottle of bourbon on the table and every time Brown’s hero took a drink, I had a snort myself. This is a hazardous undertaking when in the company of Brown’s characters… By the time the book was finished, so was I.”
Ross Macdonald: “It is one of the singular properties of his fiction that ten minutes after you have turned the last page, every detail of the plot vanishes forever from your mind.”
Jim Thompson: “He is surely an important writer and very much worth reading, but it helps to keep it in mind that the stuff ain’t Shakespeare.”
Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe: “Throughout, he alienates powerful people with his trademark wisecracks for no apparent reason, turns down fees whenever they’re offered to him, and goes through abrupt mood swings that make you wonder if he shouldn’t be on lithium.”
Donald E. Westlake’s Memory: “Don’s manuscript arrived, and we had dinner and put the kid to bed, and I started reading. And my wife went to bed, and I stayed up reading, and after a while I forgot I was having a heart attack, and just kept reading until I finished the book around dawn. And somewhere along the way I became aware that my friend Don… had just produced a great novel.”
Dashiel Hammett: “[He] took murder out of the Venetian vase and dropped it into the alley; he gave murder back to the kind of people who commit it for a reason…. He wrote scenes that seemed never to have been written before.”
On himself: “I don’t know that I had all that much interest in making a lot of money, not in my idealistic youth. I was more interested, I seem to recall, in making my parents proud of me, and in impressing girls and maybe, God willing, actually getting laid. But I certainly wanted to be able to support myself by writing, if only to avoid having to do anything else.”