Monday, November 26, 2018

From the Top of the Hill # 11: January 1, 1948

The eleventh installment of John D MacDonald's  late-1940's newspaper column, From the Top of the Hill. A year-end piece, here MacDonald lists his favorite books just published, along with a few that were not favorites. I posted this column back in 2010, along with an afterward discussing some of the contradictions contained herein. If you like you can read it here.

Probably due to our occupation of putting words on paper, we have a tendency to evaluate 1947 on the basis of what happened in the publishing business.

The other night on the radio we heard someone say that 1947 will be remembered principally because it was the year between 1946 and 1948. We are inclined to go along with the man.

To whom it may concern -- following is a list of the books published in 1947 that we enjoyed the most. At risk of being a heretic, we state firmly that we read books not for information, not for education, not for conversation -- but merely to be amused and entertained.

Command Decision by William Wister Haines (Little Brown). A war book presenting the top brass as human beings -- and very well done.

Dirty Eddie by Ludwig Bemelmas (Viking). Maybe this shouldn't be in here. We would read Bemelmans if he rewrote Henny Penny.

Gentleman's Agreement by Laura Hobson (Simon and Schuster). This is not in the list because of the quality of the prose -- which happens to be the slick, glib, objectionable prose of the big magazines -- but merely because of an intriguing plot situation.

The Harder They Fall by Budd Schulberg (Random House). Though Schulberg's narrator is so similar to the protagonists of many other recent novels that he has no real identity, the pictures of minor characters are superb.

Knock on Any Door by Willard Motley (Appleton-Century). Very realistic, and, as such, representative of a dying trend in these days of increasing mysticism and symbolic prose. Rough, tough and nasty -- but most effective.

Odd Man Out by F. L. Green (Reynal and Hitchcock). Wonderful suspense in a manhunt where the ending is inevitable. Told from the viewpoint of the hunted.

The Saxon Charm by Frederic Wakeman (Reinhart). Wakeman going a bit deeper into human relationship and emotions than in his two previous novels. Though not as popular as his first two, it may be a step in the direction of a really good novel someday.

Tales of the South Pacific by James Michener (Macmillan). Would call this, along with Shore Leave and Command Decision, one of the three best jobs to come out of the war. Mitchener has something special.

Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry (Reynal and Hitchcock). We have the idea that in the year 2047, this book will be read, and frequently. Of all on this list it most deserves rereadings.

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And just to be unpleasant, here are a few titles we could have skipped and saved reading time. Kingsblood Royal, S. Lewis; East Side, West Side, M. Davenport; Adversary in the House, I. Stone; Proud Destiny, L. Feuchtwanger.

Other titles which we almost put on the preferred list are The Big Sky by A. B. Guthrie, The Left Hand is the Dreamer by N. Wilson [Ross], Hellbox by J. O'Hara, The Mountain Lion by Jean Stafford.

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1947 was a year in which more books were printed and circulated in this country than at any time in history. And a year in which the publishing business was severely criticized for the low average quality of its offerings. Quantity without quality. Some months back we heard Freeman "Doc" Lewis, Executive Vice-President of Pocket Books, talking about the book clubs. They, of course, were partly responsible for so many millions of volumes being printed. Doc Lewis said that in the depression many book clubs were about to fail. Then some merchandising genius got the idea of making the subscriber send in a blank when he didn't want a book, instead of when he did. In other words, they put inertia to work. Inertia has sold more book club books than any other form of merchandising.

1947 was a year in which two friends of ours had books published. Ed Taylor did a nice job in Richer by Asia. We were overseas with Ed. At that time he was soaking up the background for his book. We thought he was merely preoccupied.

Also an editor, a lady named Babette Rosmond, to whom we have sold many pulp stories for inclusion in such newsstand epics as Doc Savage and The Shadow, wrote one called The Dewy Dewy Eyes. We saw her last week in New York, and she requested that around the middle of this month we walk the streets of Clinton wearing a sandwich sign to advertise the publication of her new book, which is to be called A Party for Grownups. As yet we have given her no decision.

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A very happy and prosperous new year to all you people.

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See you next week.

Monday, November 19, 2018

The Dauntingly Prolific Beige Typewriter Keys

Here's a transcription of a John D MacDonald profile from 1978. It appeared in the November 20 issue of the long-running Canadian news magazine Maclean's, written by one Charles Oberdorf and titled "The Dauntingly Prolific Beige Typewriter Keys". There's little new here outside of the photo, which I'd never seen, but MacDonald does drop a hint as to the source of some of his plots -- Harvard Business School case studies -- and the piece ends on a rather sour note. Still, it's always nice to read one of these articles.

In 1957 an award-winning novelist and playwright, talking casually with writer John D. MacDonald, airily dismissed MacDonald's paperback thrillers as drugstore fiction. MacDonald, miffed, made a bet that within two months he could produce a book that would be published in hard as well as soft covers, serialized in a slick-paper magazine, become a major book-club selection and then filmed. The novel, The Executioners, quickly fulfilled the first three conditions and the film, retitled Cape Fear, starred Gregory Peck and Robert Mitchum.

That bet, which MacDonald now describes as "childish," shifted his career into an incredible and sustained high gear. The prolific proof: 63 titles selling an estimated 68 million copies. Condominium was on The New York Times hard-cover list last year for six months; Fawcett printed 1,650,000 paperback copies. Two days after the U.S. publication of his newest thriller, The Empty Copper Sea (McClelland & Stewart, $11.50), the publisher ordered a third printing, taking the hard-cover run to 95,000. Copper Sea is the 17th in MacDonald's Travis McGee series.

Though MacDonald dodges questions about McGee's origins, according to publishing legend the detective was conceived to embody all the fleshy fantasies of middle-aged, middle-class North American men. Surrounded by beach bunnies on a luxurious houseboat, McGee "takes his retirement in stages,” working only when he needs cash. It's the life -- teak decks, twin Hercules diesels, thick steaks and tall women. Always tall women.

Initially, MacDonald says, McGee was "too morose and Germanic,” traits that have resurfaced in recent books. The ex-Marine, ex-professional linebacker has always sounded off against the little nasties in the world around him-everything from the decline of Plymouth gin to the despoiling of the Florida coastline. But his creator admits that lately there's been "a kind of malaise." McGee is getting older and his friends keep getting killed. "Your friends serve as your identity. McGee's gotten involved with people, but I keep popping them out of his life. You say those people can be replaced, but they can't. You can't keep going around explaining who you are. So you begin to lose identity. His life keeps getting narrower, and this is like darkness." Determined to do something about McGee's isolation, MacDonald allows that malaise to deepen in Copper Sea.

MacDonald did plan to repopulate McGee's life in this book by re-introducing characters who had escaped unharmed from earlier adventures. "That's in the next book, now," he says. "I'm just into it. It's due Jan. 21.” What about Gretel, the woman in Copper Sea? "I just killed her," he responds. Stunned silence. "Sorry," he chuckles. "I got rid of her with a variation on the umbrella trick. You know, the one they used on that Bulgarian refugee in London? They stabbed him in the leg with an umbrella. Fever. Blood pressure shoots up. Then total kidney failure. Some exotic compound, probably an alkali. They still haven't figured it out. That appealed to my sense of the grotesque.”

It's typical of MacDonald to study the medical details of a minor political assassination and incorporate them into a book. Business intrigue is also a MacDonald trademark, especially in the McGee books. MacDonald studied business at the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School and has an MBA from the Harvard Graduate School of Business Administration. For years he mined this last alma mater for plots. "Years and years ago," MacDonald says, "there used to be ads in the mystery magazines for something called Plotto. 'Spin the wheel and get a hero,' that sort of thing. Well, those Harvard case studies were my Plotto. If you look at them from the point of view of the human beings involved, rather than for the management techniques -- which are what you're supposed to look at, of course -- they can be fascinating.”

The Harvard “B” school's alumnus is a man of florid face, square jaw and snowy hair who takes life at a pace selected for maximum comfort. Looking 10 years younger than his 62, there's still a frailty that comes from a life of minor illnesses that began with dengue caught in Ceylon in World War II. He's large of frame (as McGee readers might expect) but with the underdeveloped arms and legs of a man who has spent most of his working life behind a desk. There are two desks in his study in the large un-air-conditioned house in Sarasota where he lives with Dorothy, his wife of 41 years. One desk for each of the two books he is usually writing simultaneously -- one McGee, one not. No secretary. No typist. He produces all his own manuscripts and correspondence on a space-age IBM Correcting Selectric, which Esquire magazine once dubbed The Awesome Beige Typewriter. Human houseguests have become a problem for MacDonald since the McGee books began appearing in hardcover five years ago. He's become a subject of academic interest. A John D. MacDonald Conference on Mystery and Detective Fiction, a paper on Travis McGee as “Traditional Hero," and so on.

He's suspicious of lofty goals in life and art. “Curing yellow fever was a good thing, I guess, but that yellow fever cure is what has the world awash in people. There's really no way for anyone to prove that there's anything that's valid, that's worth doing."

Travis McGee, at his most wryly cynical, couldn't have said it better.