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December 28 will mark the twenty-fifth
anniversary of John D MacDonald's death, a date I recalled with a posting on
this blog two years ago. I'm reposting that entry today, a few days early,
along with a some new comments at the end.
Monday, December 28, 2009
It's Been 23 Years...
John
D MacDonald died 23 years ago today. As I write these words I find myself in a
state of disbelief that it has been that long.
In
September 1986 MacDonald checked into St. Mary's Hospital in Milwaukee for a "routine" heart
bypass operation. He was 70 years old. The operation took place on the 18th and
MacDonald developed pneumonia afterward. He was bedridden and did not improve.
In late November he slipped into a coma and died a month later, on December 28,
1986 at 10:40 am.
According
to biographer Hugh Merrill, MacDonald's doctor had assured him that the
operation was relatively safe, with "only a 5 to 8 percent operative
risk."
A
month after his death an article appeared in the Milwaukee Sentinel
(reprinted in the JDM Bibliophile
39) written by one Joe Manning, describing JDM's time in the hospital:
"JDM's wife of 49 years, Dorothy, and their son Maynard,
and a grandson, Karsten, were with him when he died ... from complications of
heart disease...
"'You would not believe the impact his death has had on the
hospital staff who were involved in his care. So many people had gotten close
to him and his family,' said Steven Pinzer, hospital spokesman.
"Mrs. MacDonald and her son had remained in the Milwaukee throughout
MacDonald's stay in the hospital.
"Nurses brought food from home Thanksgiving and Christmas
so the MacDonald's could have home-cooked dinners together in the hospital's
intensive care unit.
"A physician at St. Mary's said MacDonald 'had technically
difficult arteries to bypass,' and complications to other organs led to
intensive respiratory support.
"MacDonald's hospitalization had been particularly draining
to the staff and family members because ' his progress was like a roller
coaster, up and down.'
"'When it looked like he was going to make it, there would
be a setback. Everyone thought he was finally on the road to recovery, but he
had another coronary arrest and went into a coma,' the physician said...
"'There were MacDonald novels all over the hospital,' said
the physician, who asked not to be named.
"The physician said MacDonald 'was incredibly lucid and his
notes were extremely descriptive.' (JDM's wife Dorothy actually kept the notes,
and wrote a detailed log of what she thought would be of interest during JDM's
stay in the hospital.)
"'His intelligence came through all of it. He was unique in
the way he coped with all the vicissitudes in the intensive care unit,' the
physician said...
"Maynard, who lives in New Zealand with his wife and
children and makes rocking chairs, remembers following behind his father on a
family walk during a visit by his father.
"'He was walking alone with all of his five grandchildren
in tow, as if they were following a big battleship. And this battleship, my
father, had complete and constant awareness. He was aware of the people around
him and he noted little things he saw. He had tremendous insights into people.
"'It was as if he had radar and electronic sensing
equipment like a battleship would have, and nothing escaped his detection --
the exotic little things. He was very curious about the world.'
"During the visit, Maynard said, he told his father about a
friend who worked in the sewer department. The friend had told Maynard that
people often lose their false teeth down the toilet and the teeth are held at
the treatment plant until claimed by the people who lost them.
"Maynard and his father had a hard time believing that, but
went with his son to visit the friend, who worked the late-night shift.
"'My friend, Simon, took him into a room and showed my dad
row upon row of false teeth that had been recovered from the sewer. He
thoroughly enjoyed it. He was curious enough to go check it out for himself.
"I've been waiting for years to pick up a McGee and see the
teeth thing in there,' he said..."
Nearly
every newspaper in the country wrote some sort of appreciation of the man and
his work, a fact that must seem astounding to anyone today who is not familiar
with him. He was deeply respected, especially by his fellow writers, and
authors such as Stephen King, Ross Thomas, Tony Hillerman, Dean Koontz and
Donald Westlake all wrote appreciations. The Boston
Globe wrote that JDM was
"the Dickens of mid-century America -- popular, prolific and,
if not conspicuously sentimental, conscience-ridden about his
environment..." The Richmond News Leader said "No reader ever
finished a MacDonald book without having learned something of value" and
The Raleigh News and Observer
said JDM was "almost certainly the most important novelist contemporary Florida has
produced."
One
of my favorite recollections of MacDonald came from Dave Hughes, a BIB subscriber from Colorado who had interviewed JDM in the
mid-1970's:
"He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a ready smile and
friendly conversation always waiting to be released. His love and pride for his
wife and son were obvious and unmistakable. He loved life, he loved writing, he
enjoyed good talk, he liked people. His grin and good-natured teasing were
aimed at himself as much as at anyone or anything else. He flatly refused to
take his fame and critical appraisals seriously. He was aware of his own
foibles and had long since accepted them. He was satisfied with what he had
become -- although he was never satisfied with his writing. No matter what
stage of his career was discussed, he described himself as 'still learning my
craft.'"
We're
currently living through a period -- at least, I hope it's only a period --
when MacDonald and his works have become largely forgotten by the reading
public. Except for the Travis McGee novels, there are only two of his other 56
books still in print: The Executioners
(published under the title Cape Fear)
and A Bullet for Cinderella,
which was reprinted by Wonder Publishing Group as part of their Noir Masters
series. A new biography promised this year by Schaffner Press seems to have
disappeared, although it may see the light of day eventually. A film version of
The Deep Blue Good-By is
"in development" and will likely star Leonardo DICaprio, but that
wouldn't appear until at least 2011 at the earliest, and it is one of 27 (!)
films listed under DiCaprio's IMDb profile as being "in development,"
so who knows if it will ever be filmed.
Wouldn't it be ironic if a
film version of a MacDonald work was the trigger for a new explosion of
interest in his work? If the medium that never seemed to understand him or get
him quite right was the cause behind having his books republished? I think even
JDM would have a good laugh over that.
Steve Scott
When I consider that it's been twenty-five years
since MacDonald took his last breath, it seem incredible to me. At times it
will feel like only yesterday, and at other times like a million years ago.
Little has changed since I posted this entry. One additional John D MacDonald
short story anthology has been published, the eBook Death Quotient and OtherStories. A Bullet for Cinderella was republished in paper format by Gutter
Press under MacDonald's original title, On the Make. And MacDonald's 1955 short
story "The Killer" was included in a mystery anthology -- another
eBook -- called Master of Noir: Volume Three. Other than that there hasn't been
much change in the world of JDM. The film version of The Deep Blue Good-By is
still "in development," and has gone through a number of proposed
directors. The JDM biography that was originally to have been published in 2009
is still MIA, although I have been contacted by the author, who assures me that
he is still working on it. MacDonald expert and former managing editor of the
JDM Bibliophile, Cal Branche, along with his wife Nola, have just completed a three year project of transcribing John and Dorothy MacDonald's wartime letters
-- 523 of them! -- for the Archives Department of the University of Florida
and they are hoping they will eventually be made available to the reading
public. And The Trap of Solid Gold is still humming along, albeit at a slower pace
than the one-post-per-day I somehow managed when I began this project.
