Posse McMillan: The Legend Continues

Along with other distractions of the season to keep me away from posting, it turns out that no less than Dennis McMillan has shown up in town — that’ll eat up some time. He’s got me roped into a book party of some sort at Green Arcade Bookstore tomorrow night, and I bet I’ll have to sit in on one or more breakfasts eventually.

Fortunately, like a sane person, Dennis seems to eat breakfast around noon or 1 p.m. That I can do.

But if you think Dennis just rolls into San Francisco and that’s it, then you don’t understand the Dennis legend, and how he became legendary.

No, Dennis rolled into Frisco, parked his car in front of Jim Nisbet’s tall book-lined manse, like something out of Baudelaire, and within two hours his car was stolen with a suitcase filled with vintage ties in the trunk.

Welcome to Christmas in the City.

Kansas plates. If you see the machine abandoned somewhere, let me know.

[And what do you know — a quick phone update from DMac, letting me know the event at Green Arcade for Monday the 9th has been cancelled — the musical trio all got the flu, or something. Score another one for wintertime.]

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Hammett: “The Sardonic Star of Tom Doody” & “The Joke on Eloise Morey”

Another month on the mean streets, ready to be kicked into gear by Terry Zobeck with part two of his new series probing the various changes made by Frederic Dannay to Hammett’s short stories. . . .

You can find “pure texts” of these stories available on the market today, but if you ever wonder what wordage Dannay changed around back in the day, here you go. The guy had a blue pencil and wasn’t afraid to scribble.

Once again, Terry apologizes for only having an image for one of the original magazine covers to show off, but tells me he’s cover-ready for his next installment.

And here’s Terry:

This time around we have two of Hammett’s cynically comic pieces, or — telegraphed by the title of the first one — sardonic. Both stories originally appeared, appropriately, in Brief Stories, the first in the February 1923 issue and the second four months later.

“The Sardonic Star of Tom Doody” was most likely inspired by Hammett’s knowledge of small time crooks and their frequent jail-house conversions. Many of the cops I’ve known through my work are just as cynical as Hammett in their doubts of such religious awakenings.

Hammett put a humorous twist on this one and added another frightened little man character to his fictional stockpile.

“Tom Doody” was among the last of Hammett’s stories reprinted in the pages of EQMM, appearing in the November 1957 issue. Dannay included it in his final volume of Hammett stories, A Man Named Thin (1962). He applied a light pencil to the story with the most significant change being the title; he published it as “Wages of Sin”. Neither title is all that compelling, but it’s a slight story in any event.

“The Joke on Eloise Morey” is the better of these two, but that’s not saying much. Eloise is the domineering, unpleasant wife of Dudley Morey, a failed artist with a sensitive nature to match. She takes great pleasure in detailing just what a miserable failure he is, to the point of driving Dudley to suicide. Hammett exercises no subtlety in telegraphing the “joke” to the reader.

The most interesting aspect of the story is the editing done to it by Dannay before he reprinted it in The Creeping Siamese (1950). He made several inexplicable word changes (e.g., “scornful” for “acrid”), deleted words and phrases for no discernible reason, updated some language (e.g., changing “little iron stove” to “open fireplace”), and protecting readers’ sensitivities from Hammett’s raciness (deleting “virginal” from the description of Dudley’s blank canvas).

I’ve followed my usual style of noting the edits: page number, line number, whether it is from the top or bottom of the page, and the edited text; Hammett’s original text is underlined. The page numbers refer to A Man Named Thin (“The Sardonic Star of Tom Doody”) and The Creeping Siamese (“The Joke on Eloise Morey”).  Both stories were reprinted in Lost Stories (2005) using the pure texts.

“The Sardonic Star of Tom Doody”

Page       Line        top/bottom      Text

31           3             bottom            Wages of Sin The Sardonic Star of Tom Doody

31           1             bottom            with the protruding lower lip and the black bow tie.

33           3             top                   You were very nearly acquitted, at that; weren’t you?

33           10           bottom            she took especial pains with the story

34           16           top                   a fifteen-by-thirty field of glaring virginal white

35           12           top                   The truth of it was that there were no crimes prior [should be the start of a new paragraph].

“The Joke on Eloise Morey”

56           15           bottom            Her husband winced blanched, cringed under the last of each scornful acrid word, but said nothing.  He could not say anything. His was far too sensitive, too delicate, a nature mechanism to permit of any of the answers he might have made

56           11           bottom            As always, his silence, his helplessness, the evident fact that he did not know what to do or say, spurred her on to greater cruelties.

57           6             top                   He turned and stumbled blindly through the doorway. [This should be followed by a section break].

57           7             top                   Alone, she raged up and down the room with the lethal, cushioned step of a panther some great forest cat.

57           7             bottom            be a lot of unpleasant publicity, with her name displayed in not too flattering a light. Then too, it would be hard upon her to think that she had driven him to it; though, of course, his failure with his work was more directly responsible. Still— She decided to go to his studio at once. [Dannay made this last line the beginning of a new paragraph; in the original, it was a single paragraph].

58           4             top                   The line ran past the building in which he had his studio, and she would get there sooner than if she called a taxicab.

58           5             top                   when she stepped from the car she She left the car at the corner above the studio and

58           15           bottom            Eloise crossed the room slowly [Should be preceded by a section break]

58           11           bottom            The revolver had fallen over against the wall, under a window. He still wore his topcoat and gloves.

58           8             bottom            It was all over now [Should be part of the preceding paragraph].

58           6             bottom            She tore it open and read the inclosed letter.

59           10           top                   She went to the old-fashioned, open fireplace, little iron stove in the corner in which a feeble coal fire burned,

59           16           top                   some of them mentioned his name as if recognizing him.

59           11           bottom            for which she was grateful. She sat on the edge of the couch looking with cold, inscrutable eyes at her hands clasped about a handkerchief in her lap.

59           10           bottom            Someone Some one knocked on the door

59           6             bottom            DdetectiveSsergeant Murray

60           15           top                   Only take a few minutes [Should be followed by a section break]

60           16           bottom            “Just wait a couple minutes here,” he said.  “I’ll see if I can hurry things up.”

61           3             top                   This morning you had a row peach of a battle.

61           12           top                   She had the sensation of a heavy net, sinuous, clammy, inescapable, closing about her.

61           15           bottom            And I find that your husband was a Catholic, the same as I am, and I guess maybe just as set against divorces

61           7             bottom            “You fools!” she cried, “You –” [Should be a separate paragraph]

61           3             bottom            the letter she had burned in the fireplace little iron stove.

Next up, perhaps my favorite of Hammett’s early stories, “Holiday”, from the July 1923 issue of The New Pearson’s.

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Sinister Cinema: Next Time, Make It 10 Million Dollars

Michael Soltys — who last showed up here on these mean streets over a year ago with info about Hammett stopping in Key Largo — was first to let me know that the falcon statue on the block at the Bonhams auction cleared over $4,000,000 in open bidding.

Not a typo.

That’s 4 mil.

4 Big Ones.

Any vague concerns I may have had about the dingus not bringing in at least a mil were obviously misplaced, and not that serious. For years now on the tour I’ve been saying that I consider any authentic figurine from the 1941 Bogie flick to be worth at least a million (the guy who paid $398,500 for the other lead bird in a 1994 auction was prepared to go up to one million, no questions asked — but he was bidding against a bunch of people who obviously had no money to speak of, and so saved himself over half a million).

This Black Bird that just changed hands was in San Francisco some years ago for a charity deal, and then owner Dr. Gary Milan kept saying that it was the real Maltese Falcon — the only one used in the movie.

Every time Milan made the statement, Bill Arney (then the Inhabitant of Sam Spade’s Apartment) would turn kind of red and exclaim: “BUT IT’S A FAKE!!!! The Maltese Falcon Is A Fake!!!”

“Yeah, Bill,” I would say as I pulled him further out of everyone’s earshot, “but it’s the fake that was used as a prop in the movie.

“It’s the fake that was handled by Bogart!”

It’s the fake that courtesy the magic of Hollywood and the touch of legend is worth millions of dollars. . . .

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Sinister Cinema: Tomorrow, If You’ve Got the Loot. . .

When last heard from on this blog, I was wondering if the lead statue of the mysterious Black Bird due to go on the auction block tomorrow might not be the dingus from the collection of Dr. Gary Milan — and it turns out it is, since the Sam Spade armchair, also from his Bogie hoard, is up for bid, too.

(I didn’t do any kind of thorough — it was barely casual — look-over of items for sale, but one thing Milan had in his collection I always thought was the most impressive: the gigantic doors from Rick’s Café Américain. The guy is a Bogie fan without equal. A falcon statue any body could make room for, but those doors. . . .)

Our good pal Brian Leno (The Famous Masochist) scouted around on the web and sent me the links to the Bonhams and TCM auction — a treasure trove of items, if you’ve got the treasure. Or you can just follow the proceedings, gavel stroke after gavel stroke.

Someone let me know what the rara avis pops for and I’ll spread the word. If it isn’t at least a million, I might be a little disappointed. . . .

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Sinister Cinema: On the Block

I should note the news that one of the falcon statues from the 1941 Bogie movie sits atop the auction block again — with a cool million sales point not out of the question. You can look up earlier articles that herald the event, and soon enough word on the sum that changed hands.

There are worse hobbies.

One bit from the Daily News article may need comment: “There were reportedly four props on the set — three made of plaster and one made  from metal.” Now, I wasn’t around in 1941, much less in Hollywood keeping tabs on the Warner Brothers prop department, so that might be correct.

But the idea seems to be that the prop on the block is the only “metal” one. I personally have seen two individual props made of lead, with a bronze patina — the one belonging to arch-Bogart fan Dr. Gary Milan and the one that sold at auction in 1994 for $398,500 (I actually had the later one in my mitts, heavy as hell).

In the Vince Emery book Discovering the Maltese Falcon and Sam Spade (the first letter “A” on Vince’s Ace Performer shelf, which thus far has gotten all the way to “U” with my tour book) you’ll find info and photos of the two previously known lead birds, as well as on two resin models — plus mention of a “plastic” copy. Someone explained to me once that they didn’t quite have plastic as we know it at the time, so for “plastic” think “bakelite.” But, whatever — I’m no authority on plastic, either.

Over the years various plaster versions have been manufactured and sold, but as far as I know, none of those were around when the movie was being shot.

So, what do we have? — two resin and now three lead statues? When I first heard the news I wondered if this one might be the Milan statue making the rounds, but from the little you can glean from the articles, it seems to be a new entry in the sweepstakes.

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Rediscovered: Yet Another Non-Fat Op

Our longtime bud Damon Sasser, honcho of the Two-Gun Raconteur blog (and print magazine, in complete defiance of current trends — yeah, like the Wild Bunch, I suspect Damon is going to go down guns blazing), sent me info on the YouTube music video above.

Got to put it up as a service to the hard-boiled community, and the blues community, which have significant overlap. Attested to by Rory Gallagher. . . .

Once again we see a “Continental Op” who isn’t short or fat (but as our new pal Jesús from Spain mentioned to me recently, “I don’t think we’ll ever see the Op short and fat!” I’m not holding my breath, either.)

Still, remember these words: Short. Fat.

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Frisco Beat: Sam Spade Landmark Saved from Fire

Whoa. Close one.

Anything involving fire in San Francisco is a close one.

Vince Emery just popped me the news that a fire threatened Julius’ Castle on Telegraph Hill, but they got it out before too much damage was done.

Even better, the article contains word that plans to re-open the Castle are afoot. Great place — I especially like the dark wood-lined bar just off the entry.

For us Hammett fans, Julius’ Castle is famed as the place where Sam Spade eats lunch in the 1932 short story “A Man Called Spade” — it’s a regulation historical landmark and a literary landmark, too.

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Sinister Cinema: The Walking Dead, Spookified or Pookified?

Halloween again, and I ought to be deep in the midst of The Walking Dead mania — watching the new episode as soon as it airs, then The Talking Dead, then maybe a repeat of the new episode later on (or at least the better Daryl Dixon vs. the zombies scenes).

In the glory days of Season 2 through most of Season 3, that’s what I’d do, and I surfed the web for news updates and even read a lot of the commentary. I got digital files of the comic book, the first 60 or 70 issues, and read those to see how the show differed. I was deep into the whole experience.

The high point must have been one weekend when I was knocked down by the flu, unable to do anything except fall on the couch and think about dying, drifting in and out of consciousness while watching entire seasons, practically zombified. It was great.

And then somehow they lost my flashfire enthusiasm during the last episodes of Season 3, not long after I posted about the episode titled “Clear,” which someone online opined was equal to the best episode ever (that would be the pilot), and I wouldn’t disagree, even if it didn’t feature my favorite characters. Other than the Dixon brothers drama, the season wound down to nothing much (count me among the people who didn’t care for David Morrissey as the Governor), though I suppose you could have won me back with the next season’s opener.

And I came close to hating the opener — the rapid set-up of no less than three or four romantic entanglements in about two minutes, where the writers tried to cover it by giving Norman Reedus as Daryl a line something like “What is this, a damn romance novel?” (No, that didn’t cover it, sorry, though having some of the romance ended quickly via death-by-zombie was satisfactory.)

And as part of that set-up Carol called Daryl “pooki” (or “pookey” — I only heard it, I didn’t see what passed for a script). Very different vibe for the show, perfunctory scenes for established characters and less for new ones.

Pooki???

Certainly, I liked parts of it — the zombies and helicopter on the roof of the big box store starting to fall through the rotted ceiling, that was cool enough (though I like it more because it seems to be a tribute to the original Dawn of the Dead, with the zombies left on the roof of the shopping center as the copter flies away — just watched Dawn again, since it is Halloween).

The second episode kept me wary, but I almost liked the latest one (the scene with the massive zombie swarm is an instant classic, and the characters seem to be getting back to that more rounded state set up in previous seasons). But I’m not watching The Talking Dead, I’m not looking up news stories, and unless they get a really hot episode, I’m not eager to see the same scenes over again to savor the details.

Don’t get me wrong, I plan on watching the show till the end, bitter or Wild Bunch-blazing. They’ve got the best zombie effects done to date, so as long as they have Daryl Dixon and Michonne and other characters as yet unseen scrambling around trying not to be eaten, I can take it. It could get really, really bad and still be better than the majority of zombie movies, after all.

But it is kind of sad when you feel that edge of excitement disappear. It has happened before — first season of Heroes was great, then the second season began to spin out of artistic control, with two more painful seasons left before cancellation. It will happen again.

And now to man the door against the incursions of spooks and goblins. . . .

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Sinister Cinema: What Ever Happened to Lee Van Cleef?

van cleefOkay, you keystroke the term Spaghetti Western, you’re pretty much going to start thinking about Lee Van Cleef. How could you not?

After prepping the post about La Cuidad Maldita, Van Cleef’s image drifted to mind, one thing led to another, and I watched the 1962 John Ford classic The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance —  not one of my favorites, but I wouldn’t argue about the classic status. Some great shots here and there, nice bits of acting, but in general I remembered it as slow and ham-handed, and after a refresher viewing, yep, slow and ham-handed.

It’s been decades since I last saw it, and I was interested in giving it another shot mostly to watch Lee Marvin as the bad guy, and because a mention on the web reminded me that I had forgotten completely about Strother Martin acting as assistant bad guy — and what the hell, Lee Van Cleef as the other assistant bad guy! Ford didn’t quite make the most of the possibilities, but you’ve got to give him major points for iconic casting. Yeah, Marvin gets to chew the scenery and spit it out, but Martin and Van Cleef don’t get enough action to equal some of their better lesser roles.

Doing some quick surfing into Van Cleef’s career, it is hard to believe that when he shot Valance he was at a low ebb in his career, kind of forgotten. When Sergio Leone sought to cast his Spaghetti Westerns, he apparently wanted Charles Bronson, but got Clint Eastwood — he wanted Lee Marvin, but fell back on Van Cleef. And the rest is the history of cinema.

All of which reminded me that I made a note about one day featuring a song on the blog — “Lee Van Cleef” by Primus — which I happened to hear on the radio awhile back and liked. I notice other blogs use songs (Bill Crider’s Pop Culture Magazine features a new song each and every day, which I consider excessive in the sense that I wouldn’t want to blog that hard, even on my most enthusiastic days). And here’s Primus:

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Hammett: Some Spaghetti with that Western, Please

As I was just saying in my last post, a guy from Spain came out on the tour and mentioned that Hammett’s novel Red Harvest had been made as a Spaghetti Western — and, no, he wasn’t talking about A Fistful of Dollars, which is Red Harvest off Yojimbo (see pages 89-91 in the tour book if you’re not acquainted with that cinema action).

I can’t recall ever hearing an inkling of that idea, but then I haven’t been following the Spaghetti Western closely in many a moon. Every once in a while I’ll watch one — or part of one — on On Demand or Netflix, but at this point it has shaken out so that I’m really only interested in the two Sergios. If I’ve missed anything good, with luck someone will tap me on the shoulder and say, Hey, you’ve got to see Death Rides a Horse, and I’ll say I caught it in a theatre in downtown Detroit circa 1967.

But our new pal Dr. Jesús Ángel González López of the Departamento de Filología in Universidad de Cantabria had the real scoop and popped me the video link above.

Jesús reports:

“The spaghetti-western adaptation of Red Harvest is called ‘La ciudad maldita’, it was produced in 1978 and acknowledges credits to Hammett and Red Harvest.

“The protagonist’s name is Op, the city’s name is Personville, and other names and plot lines are kept, as you can see in this trailer (even in Spanish).

“Apparently, they have kept most of the plot line, and adapted it into the
spaghetti western subgenre. I’ve been able to locate a copy and hope to get it
and watch it soon. I’m not too confident about its quality, though.

“Alberto Grimaldi is one of the co-producers. He was an Italian producer who
produced, among many other titles, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, lots of
other spaghetti westerns and Last Tango in Paris. Hence, the Bertolucci
connection (he also produced Novecento and, more recently, Gangs of New
York). Apparently, Grimaldi owns the rights and has tried to produce another
adaptation a couple of times.

“Steve Kesten (another producer) says that Bertolucci actually wrote a couple of scripts with Jack Nicholson in mind for the Op.”

On page 91 of the tour book I mention that Bertolucci once had his eye on Red Harvest as “an American Marxist opera,” but that ship has sunk. Likewise, Walter Hill really wanted to film it (covered on page 103), but could never clear the rights and so made Last Man Standing, off Yojimbo, in lieu of the full deal.

If you know the novel, you’ll have no problem IDing scenes in the trailer with Dinah Brand, etc & etc, though as always the actor playing the Op doesn’t seem to be either short or fat. You’ll never do the Op right until the actor is short and fat.

We can expect to hear more from Jesús, however, who says, “I’ll let you know what I think of the only acknowledged Red Harvest adaptation if I ever get my hands (and eyes) on it!”

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