Sunday, August 31, 2008
On another note, Aldo has past the century mark for posted stories! Pop on over to Powder Burn Flash and take a peak!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The Missus: What are you doing?
Me: What do you mean, "what am I doing?"
The Missus: That better be for us.
Me: That's me (I point to the addressee), I am "Mr. Brown." You know, "Mr. Brown can 'moo,' can you?"
The Missus: Oh, I thought it was for (the building's resident schmuck).
Me: No, see the address?
So Ladies and Gentlemen, what is in this wonderful package?
A vintage copy of "Heads You Lose, A Mike Shayne Mystery" by Brett Halliday and this note-
For all my experience in the world of pulp fiction, this could be a piece of crap. But I was intrigued by the image of Mike Shayne & the glowing (yet terse) review of the NY Times
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is an original Dell paperback, in wonderful condition and the jpeg above does not do the cover justice, but this was the largest one I could find.
I am dizzy with elation, thank you very much, Baroness! You are a pulp babe and then some!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Gifted Typist turns two...her blog, that is. If I have to work overtime on Friday nights, her Chronicle Herald columns are my consolation prize. If no work? Then they are the icing on the cake.
John Don joins Quin Browne as a dot com persona, that is his name is his web address. You might know him as one of the editors of Astonishing Adventures Magazine, but I know him as "Johnny Dollars."
Todd Gordon a.k.a. The Moviequill, is back with a "you know that you are screenwriter" series.
and Part 5.
Give 'em a click to see if you have caught the screenwriter bug.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
What I couldn't believe were the mistakes. Chelsea mentions her father back in 1984, having a 1967 Yugo. This would be hard to do, considering Yugos didn’t go into production until 1981 and didn't come to America until 1985. He could've had a grey market Yugo, but it wouldn't have been a '67 model. Chelsea's dad could've had a Fiat, which the Yugo was based on, but it would have been a bigger, though just as embarrassing Fiat.
She also mentions Googling someone in 1996 and uh, Google wasn't official until 1997.
Put the rocks down before you think I am being hard on Chelsea, I don't fault her at all. She is allowed artistic license and the human memory is only so reliable. Not to mention the real intention of this post besides touting an excellent book is to slam the publisher.
You see, the publisher keeps people on staff to check facts and before the thing goes to press, they have proofreaders and an editor or two, that should bother to check up on things. It's what they get paid for, to edit. Before you think I am being too hard on the editors? Go to page 208, the second paragraph and check out the third line and fourth lines...
"I ran out the door and jumped into my dark blue Volvo. I drove to the end of the alleyway, then slammed on the breaks when I saw three young teenage girls wearing backpacks, crossing."
The "breaks?" Are we talking about an old school Kurtis Blow song? Or are we talking about stopping a car?
Note that you will find plenty of misspellings, typos and things that cause Messrs. Strunk and White to spin in their graves on this blog, but you will never find me misteaking (sic) "breaks."
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Murdaland has gone out of business. It was a good magazine, nice and gritty, just the way I like it. If Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock magazines were a little too "pristine" for your crime fiction tastes, chances are Murdaland was right up your alley. Not that I'm slamming the former two magazines, I am just saying that if you were looking for fiction like the Akashic Noir series, Demolition Magazine and Powder Burn Flash, Murdaland was your mag.
There will be other magazines just like it and it really wasn't around long enough for anyone to get completely attached, but I would have liked to have seen it find the audience it deserved.
Friday, August 22, 2008
"I often have to write a hundred pages or more before there's a paragraph that's alive."
– Philip Roth
From the Creative Screenwriting Weekly Newsletter
"I call "shenanigans!"
- Cormac Brown
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
John Updike says, "Cormac told nine jokes about my last name...none of them were remotely funny."
"Everything that is wrong with both America and men, can be summed up in two words: Cormac Brown," grunts Helen Fielding.
So see today why authors all over the world agree that Cormac Brown is what is "unfunny and wrong with America" at Powder Burn Flash.
P.S. There was an overlap of sorts on the last post. I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression of Aldo Calcagno, as I certainly gave him the wrong impression of who I was talking about. He is a straight-shooter and stand up guy.
There is another online editor who held a story in limbo and his format is so unique, that I can't post it to another site other than this one and I would have to expand the content. I thought that Aldo would not get back to me until Monday at the earliest, as he is a busy man.
I don't mind rejection, it's better than having your story sitting in limbo and I would just as soon publish it here, if I wasn't trying to reach a new audience.
So rather than go with nothing for the next three days, let's go back to the beginning of the blog and do a "Best Of, "with "When Gunpowder Gets In Your Eyes" and though I've said it before, I actually mean it when I tell you that new content is coming.
Friday, August 15, 2008
– Ernest Hemingway
From the Creative Screenwriting Weekly Newsletter
Speaking of writing quotes, go check out Joesphine Damian's blog of writing quotes, Quote It Write. It's the mother lode!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I'll give you the original book title, and then I'll follow it up with the shameless pseudo-Hollywood rip-off, okay? As an example...The Original: "Oh, The Places You'll Go!" My Sequel: "Been There, Wish I Hadn't Done That." Got it?
The Original: "Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex, But Were Afraid To Ask." My Sequel: "Everything You Didn't Want To Know About Abstinance, To Help Cure Your Insomnia."
The Original: "A Tale of Two Cities" My Sequel: "A Tale of Two Silicone (you pretty much know what goes here)."
The Original: "Carrie." My Sequel: "Hairy."
The Original: "Call of The Wild." My Sequel: "Mall of The Mild."
The Original: "Horton Hears A Who." My Sequel: "Horton Loses His Hearing At A Who Concert."
The Original: "The Man In The Iron Mask" My Sequel: "The Granny With The Iron Flask"
The Original: "Charlotte's Web." My Sequel: "Harlot's Ebb."
Friday, August 1, 2008
Well, I looked and I looked.
And I looked.
Then I looked again, because I have a one-track mind like that.
No poster. Finally about three weeks ago, they put one up on the part of Market Street near where I work.
When I saw Owen's poster, I knew he got it right. You see, technically, Sam Spade is not Humphrey Bogart.
Ease up! Ease up! Put the gats away, you mugs! Give your VCR or your DVD a rest for a minute and pick up Hammett's book for a second. C'mon, a little more than a second is all it will take. There it is on page one, paragraph one-
"Sam Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan."
That's it verbatim. No quotation marks were around the letters "v," the word "motif" was italicized and "satan" wasn't capitalized. He was closer in appearance to Viggo Mortensen than Bogie, yet I can't imagine anyone but Bogart playing him. Neither could George Raft, I imagine ; )
I took some pictures of the poster at the kiosk, but my camera was not cooperating at the moment they were taken and let's face it, the pictures were as jacked up as Miles Archer at the bottom of Burritt Street.
Can you think of some examples of movie casting that went way against the literary grain?