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Perfidia – New Video on Front Cover

June 19, 2014

A regular reader has alerted me to this cool video of how Print Club London have created screen prints for James Ellroy’s new novel Perfidia. Note that this is different, and I would argue better, artwork than the front cover I blogged about back in March:


And here is the finished cover:


James Ellroy: The Poet in the Porno Bookstore

June 12, 2014

Perhaps it’s a sign of old age, but I’m looking forward to reading the critical reaction to James Ellroy’s new novel Perfidia almost as much as I’m looking forward to reading the novel. Ellroy has always been a canny writer in generating critical interest. On the one hand he is a wild man figure, the Demon Dog of American Crime Fiction decked out in garish Hawaiian shirts, spouting outrageous right-wing views and howling like a dog. And yet to many critics his writing transcends the crime genre and becomes something much more powerful. In France, his books are read as social commentary, and his deep knowledge of poetry is all too often overlooked despite frequent poetic allusions in his novels.

Ellroy’s skill as a publicist has been to merge these two roles, so the reader, critic or interviewer will never quite know how he will react and whether or not he is being sincere, or performing, or both. In his essay ‘Where I Get My Weird Shit’, Ellroy describes a period in the mid-1970s when his search for creative inspiration coincided with some of his worst experiences of drug and alcohol abuse:

I read books and shagged epigrams and insights. T.S. Eliot. Highbrow shit. “We only live, only suspire, consumed by either fire or fire.” A classy fuck flick: The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann.

The Eliot quote, taken from ‘Little Gidding’ in Four Quartets, was to be the epigram of Ellroy’s unpublished novel ‘LA Death Trip’. The novel was extensively rewritten and re-titled Blood on the Moon (1984), with the Eliot epigram dropped in favour of a quote from Richard II. The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann (1974) was a hardcore porn film directed by Radley Metzger and starring Barbara Bourbon in the eponymous role. I will leave it to Ellroy to describe the plot to you:

Pam Mann’s a horndog. She’s a passive punchboard and a seductress. She’s a nympho candide. She’s the poster girl for ‘70s excess. She fucks half of New York City in one day and comes home to fuck her husband. He’s the best. She really loves him. Her day was satire and a goof on inclusion. Sex is everything and nothing.

I haven’t seen the film (you’ll just have to take my word on that), but I have read up on it and there is a further twist (no pun intended) to the ending which I won’t reveal here. One of Ellroy’s first jobs was at the Porno Villa Bookstore, but he was fired after stealing from the till. Really, when you can’t trust pornographers what’s the world come to? Let’s assume Ellroy came across The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann while he was working at the Porno Villa. It clearly left an impression on him, not just due to the ample charms of Barbara Bourbon, but because it was a memorable film with a strong story. Years later, he would weave the themes of pornography and voyeurism into his work. There are innumerable examples from his novels. The snuff film which features in the second Lloyd Hopkins novel Because the Night (1985) is memorably grisly.

The Eliot epigram from ‘Little Gidding’ never appeared in one of his novels; however, a writer as powerful as Eliot could easily influence Ellroy’s work in more ways than a mere epigram. Eliot, incidentally, was a keen reader of crime and detective fiction, so Ellroy’s admiration for him seems apt. As David E. Chinitz wrote in A Companion to T.S. Eliot (2009), Eliot may have preferred genre fiction to more serious, literary forms:

The fiction he (Eliot) admitted to reading was of another sort: the comic stories of P.G. Wodehouse, and the detective novels of Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie and others. Eliot was in reality no friend of the sacralization of high culture that readers came to associate with him

I believe that the image of Ellroy (even if it is very carefully crafted by the author) working at the Porno Villa and jumping between porn and T.S. Eliot for creative inspiration as he nurtured his dreams of becoming a great crime writer, should appeal to fans of books of all genres.

I have found a trailer for The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann. Apart from the grating narration, it does seem like a very good, Woody Allen-like, film:

Lunchtime Classics

June 1, 2014

I mentioned in a previous post that I’ll be talking about George MacDonald Fraser’s Flashman Papers on Wednesday, August 6th, 1pm, at Waterstones Liverpool One as part of their ‘Lunchtime Classics’ series. Here’s the itinerary of speakers, and works they cover, in the series: All talks begin at 1pm.

Weds 4th June: Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. Presented by Glyn Morgan (University of Liverpool).

Weds 11th June: Exegesis by Philip K. Dick. Presented by Nicole McDonald  (University of Liverpool).

Thurs 19th June: House of Suns by Alastair Reynolds. Presented by Dr Will Slocombe (University of Liverpool). In Association with CRSF (Current  Research in Speculative Fiction).

Tues 24th June: Butcher’s Crossing by John Williams. Presented by Lee Rooney (University of Liverpool).
Weds 2nd July: Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole. Presented by Bethan Roberts (University of Liverpool). 250th Anniversary Special.

Mon 7th July: Waverley by Walter Scott. Presented by Dr Diana Powell  (University of Liverpool). 200th Anniversary Special.

Weds 16th July: The Napoleon of Notting-Hill by G.K. Chesterton. Presented  by Leimar Garcia-Siino (University of Liverpool).

Tues 22nd July: Fountains of Neptune by Rikki Ducornet. Presented by Maria Shmygol (University of Liverpool).

James Ellroy and Randy Rice

May 26, 2014
Taken from James Ellroy's page.

Taken from James Ellroy’s page. No copyright infringement intended.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, the chances are you read the work of James Ellroy, and if you’re an Ellroy fan, I have a question – have you heard the name Randy Rice? I began my PhD on Ellroy by studying the hundreds of interviews Ellroy has given over the course of his career. One name popped up regularly in Ellroy’s recollections: Randy Rice. Rice was Ellroy’s closest friend during his years of drug and alcohol abuse. They shared many of the same vices, but when Rice got sober this gave Ellroy the confidence to follow his lead. Despite this, I didn’t think Rice warranted much attention in a study of Ellroy. He appeared at first to be merely a footnote in Ellroy’s life. It was only when I was editing Conversations with James Ellroy (2012) that I began to think otherwise. Rice seems to be a ubiquitous presence in Ellroy’s life in the 1970s, and an allusive presence in his early novels, and in this blogpost I’m going to examine the level of his influence on Ellroy.

However, I should confess what I don’t know about Rice. I don’t know his date of birth or what he did for a living (I would guess, like Ellroy, he was unemployed for long periods of time). I’ve not been able to find a photograph, so I’ve no idea what he looked like. All I know for sure is that he was Ellroy’s friend, and this is, I believe, what’s important. Interviewer Paul Duncan described Rice as a ‘childhood friend’ of Ellroy’s, and this French website puts the year they met as 1961. In his second memoir, The Hilliker Curse (2010), Rice pops up briefly when Ellroy describes how he once sold his own blood plasma, got drunk on the money with Rice at the Pacific Palisades, and then woke up days later in bed with a woman who ‘weighed three bills easy’. To make matters more surreal, he discovered he was in San Francisco and had absolutely no recollection how he had got there. In an interview with Martin Kihn, Ellroy describes how he was living on the rooftop of Rice’s apartment building ‘at Pico and Robertson in West Los Angeles’ in 1975 when he began screaming uncontrollably and suffering hallucinations. Rice called an ambulance and, by doing so, may well have saved Ellroy’s life. A doctor diagnosed Ellroy has having post-alcoholic brain syndrome, ironically a consequence of the sobriety Rice had urged him to pursue. In the documentary Feast of Death (2001), Ellroy describes how he invented ‘Dog Humour’ with Rice. Ellroy fans will recognise Dog Humour from his interviews, book readings and even sections of his fiction. It has to be seen to be believed, but I would describe it as Ellroy developing his own schtick by being deliberately provocative and offensive in every conceivable way: sexually, politically, racially. Once every possible taboo has been broken the reader or audience will realise Ellroy is being tongue-in-cheek, relax and enjoy the humour on its own level. To be clear, I enjoy Dog Humor, and I don’t think for a moment that Ellroy is a bigot, although I can understand why some people have jumped to that conclusion.

Rice’s influence on Ellroy in formulating Dog Humour indicates that he was to have a considerable, but until now, unseen effect on Ellroy’s writing career. In an interview with Don Swaim, Ellroy said he and Rice would ‘spend HOURS hashing over the Black Dahlia case and talking about crime fiction.’ In Ellroy’s debut novel Brown’s Requiem (1981), which is dedicated to Rice, the titular character Fritz Brown’s closest friend is an unemployed alcoholic named Walter. For all his flaws, Brown regards Walter as an extraordinary person:

Walter has taken fantasy into the dimension of genius. His is pure verbal fantasy: Walter has never written, filmed, or composed anything. Nonetheless, in his perpetual T-Bird haze he can transform his wino fantasies into insights and parables that touch at the quick of life. On his good days, that is. On his bad ones he can sound like a high school kid wired up on bad speed. I hoped he was on today, for I was exhilarated myself, and felt the need of his stimulus: the power of a Walter epigram can clarify the most puzzling day.

As Ellroy based Brown on himself, there is no doubt in my mind that he based Walter on Randy Rice. At the end of the novel, Walter dies of cirrhosis of the liver and Brown is left devastated. In Ellroy’s second novel, Clandestine (1982), there is a minor character named Randy Rice, a mailman who provides the leading character, Freddy Underhill, with some information pertaining to a murder investigation. However, Rice’s appearance is fleeting and Underhill’s friendship with a fellow police officer who is killed in action may have been more closely based on Ellroy’s friendship with Rice. In an interview Rodney Taveira, Ellroy describes how a visit to the cinema with Rice gave him the inspiration for the character of Danny Upshaw, an investigator who begins to doubt his sexuality, in the novel The Big Nowhere (1988):

Here’s the genesis of Danny Upshaw: my buddy Randy Rice and I went to see the William Friedkin movie Cruising. So he’s a young cop, presumably heterosexual, played by Al Pacino, and there’s gay killings in Greenwich Village circa 1980, pre-AIDS and all that. 
It may be over-reaching, but as Rice was probably as loquacious as Ellroy judging by their love of Dog Humour, I wonder if they hammered out some of the plot of The Big Nowhere together after viewing Cruising. In his excellent study of Ellroy, James Ellroy: A Companion to the Mystery Fiction (2014), Jim Mancall notes that in Suicide Hill (1986), the charismatic but self-destructive Duane Rice, a car thief who is the anti-hero of the novel, name is an amalgamation of two friends of Ellroy, Duane Tucker and Randy Rice. Tucker, incidentally, is another intriguing figure from Ellroy’s early career.
In Feast of Death, Ellroy says of Rice ‘Sometimes I miss him’, implying that he either lost contact with Rice or he passed away. Skim-reading Ellroy’s first memoir My Dark Places (1996) while researching this post, I was surprised that I couldn’t find a mention of Rice. Then it dawned on me that Rice is referred to simply as Lloyd in the book. Why is this? Possibly because Ellroy has always followed a simple rule regarding libel. Put simply, you can’t libel the dead. Ellroy was once sued by ex-convict Albert Teitelbaum, whom he had used as a character in a short story after presuming, wrongly, that Teitelbaum had died years ago. If Randy Rice was still alive in 1996, Ellroy may have felt that his portrayal of him, sharing the same vices during their drug and alcohol years was too legally risky and a false name would have to be used instead. This is speculation on my part, and it doesn’t sit well with the fact that Ellroy clearly admired Rice and appreciated his friendship.
If any readers have additional information about Ellroy’s friendship with Randy Rice, I would like to hear it. Of course, I don’t want to intrude on a man’s privacy, even if he is dead, but I think Rice’s immensely positive influence on Ellroy’s life and writing has been understated for too long.


May 13, 2014

Apologies for the lack of posts recently. There are lots of things I’m planning to blog about, but I have been swamped with work. Normal service will resume shortly. In the meantime, here are the details of some events I shall be speaking at in Liverpool. All are welcome:

I’ll be talking about James Ellroy to the Liverpool Gender Research Network at the Siren cafe on Sunday, May 18th at 1pm.

As part of their Lunchtime Literary Classics series I’ll be talking about George MacDonald Fraser’s The Flashman Papers at Waterstones Liverpool One on Wednesday, August 6th at 1pm.

I’ll be giving a talk ‘Royal Navy Films of the 1950s: A Voyage Through Post-War Britain’ on Thursday, October 2 at 126 Mount Pleasant, the Centre Lifelong Learning Building, 6:30 pm, and as a follow-up to that I’ll be introducing a screening of the classic war/noir hybrid The Ship That Died of Shame at the same location on Thursday, October 23 at 6pm.

The these last two events require enough people to sign up beforehand in order to go ahead, so if you are interested please contact the Centre for Lifelong Learning and book ahead.

Oh, and my better half will be giving a talk ‘Ice in the Blood: Women in Nordic Crime Fiction’ on May 3oth, 6pm at the Nordic Church and Cultural Centre.


Ice in the Blood: Women in Nordic Crime Fiction

May 5, 2014

I’ve been invited to speak on Women in Nordic Crime Fiction at the Nordic Church and Cultural Centre in Liverpool on May 30th. If you’re in Liverpool, and would like to visit this historical building (and eat some Scandinavian cake), please do come along (the event starts at 6 pm). I’ll be discussing depictions of women in Nordic crime fiction.

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Two Theodora Keogh Novels Reissued

April 13, 2014
Theodora Keogh

Theodora Keogh

A few years ago I wrote a piece for The Rap Sheet on Theodora Keogh’s novel The Other Girl (1962) for their Book You Have to Read series, otherwise known as Forgotten Books. I only discovered Theodora Keogh and her writing after reading her obituary in the Telegraph. She had a remarkable life and career but in her later years her work had fallen into obscurity. The Other Girl is a disturbing, sometimes thrilling novel loosely based on the Black Dahlia murder case. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good read, but especially to people interested in the Black Dahlia as it is an important and overlooked cultural depiction of the case. I’ve just learned from a fellow Theodora Keogh fan that Pharos editions, a Seattle based press, has just reissued Keogh’s novels The Tattooed Heart (1953) and My Name is Rose (1956) in a single volume featuring an introduction by Lidia Yuknavitch. Apparently, this is the first time these novels have been reissued since the 1970s, although Olympia Press did reissue Keogh’s other novels between 2002 and 2007.

I very much look forward to reading this volume, and I hope it leads to a wider revival of interest in Keogh’s work.


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