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The Mustanger, Concho River Review

The MustangerIn February of this eventful year, I read my Western short story, The Mustanger, at the 2018 Elmer Kelton Literary Conference at Angelo State University in San Angelo, Texas.  False modesty aside, the reading went well and  the Concho River Review, a literary magazine founded and run by ASU faculty, subsequently accepted the story for publication.

The Mustanger is now out in  the Fall/Winter 2018 issue of CCR.  This is gratifying for several reasons. It’s nice to have work appear in a literary review. I’ve always tried to write to a high standard. The Mustanger also speaks to my connections to the Lone Star State, family and otherwise, mostly in the form of powerful memories. That native Texans would consider it authentic enough to publish strikes me as a tremendous compliment. Most importantly, I hope in some small way I can keep alive in people’s memories the experiences of top hands like Robert Lemmons (pictured above), the only cowboy, white, black, or Mexican, who led wild mustangs to the corral unharmed and willing.

I encourage everyone of you to buy a copy of the latest issue and then write back to me, telling me what a swell yarn it was:

CCR Mustanger

Review of Scott Eyman’s “John Wayne: Life And Legend”

Not the book cover picture, but this one does capture Wayne's  innate likability.

Not the book cover picture, but this one does capture Wayne’s innate likability.

Simon & Schuster, 574 pp. Someone long ago once wrote that biographers generally fall into two camps in that they either come to love or despise their subject. Scott Eyman falls firmly into the first category with his lengthy effort at a comprehensive biography of John Wayne, consummate Western actor and the biggest luminary of Old Hollywood, remembered and watched long after his many competitors have faded into history, and still a political lightning rod for his outspoken reactionary views.

Due to his involvement in the political controversies of post-WWII America, particularly the Red Scare in Hollywood, Americans’ reactions to Wayne remain deeply polarized, with estimates of his acting talent often being directly dependent upon ideological orientation. As with a lot of other right wing actors and directors, e.g., Barbara Stanwyck, Robert Taylor, and DeMille, the spectator has to set aside personal bias and decide whether a particular film works as art. That is, is the film a good example of what can be done in the medium?

While many slag Wayne’s acting ability, it’s still my opinion that he gave many fine performances with examples ranging from famous works like The Quiet Man and The Searchers to more obscure ones like The Long Voyage Home, where he played a shy, tongue tied Swedish sailor. All three of these films were directed by John Ford. Although Ford is often characterized as Wayne’s Svengali, it’s also true that other directors like Howard Hawks and William Wyler also got good performances from Wayne.

Eyman does a good job of describing Wayne’s early home life, a mother indifferent to him to the point of hatred, a loving, but ineffectual father who could never make a living, and a miserable life as a small boy on a barren farm in Death Valley. This upbringing spurred Wayne with a lifelong determination to succeed that he combined with good looks, inherent athleticism, and unmissed opportunities to become one of the biggest stars of Old Hollywood. Eyman also ably summarizes Wayne’s years on Poverty Row, a decade of grinding out six reel, zero budget oaters, risking his neck every day for up to sixteen hours at a stretch for scant wages and dubious film star fame. B Western movie fans will enjoy this discussion, learning about such obscure terms as the “dog heavy” (the number two villain in the film, usually introduced by having him kick or shoot a dog). Of all the B Western movie actors, only Wayne broke as big as he did, again a tribute to his talent, determination, and luck.

Eyman discounts a number of myths that have evolved around Wayne. No, he didn’t like horses (once famously declaring he had to be paid to be around them), a hangover from his childhood on a farm. He also didn’t like being outdoors, his preferred method of relaxation being to go out on a boat where he  could fish, play chess or cards, and most importantly, drink himself silly. Wayne was a major drinker and Eyman doesn’t minimize any of that or other failings like womanizing and bad marriages (Wayne’s second and third marriages to Chata and Pilar respectively were both failures). Where Eyman does tend to minimize the unfortunate aspect of Wayne’s personality and to instead emphasize the good part is his steady emphasis on the actor’s likability, on his very American qualities of being open, friendly, and willing to accept people.

While it is true that Wayne was often generous to friends and family, it still remains the case that he played an active, hostile role in the Red Scare, naming people in the film community that he considered politically tainted and threatening them with the loss of their livelihoods or worse, even prison, if they didn’t inform on others. Although nowhere near as malign during this period as his drinking buddy, Ward Bond, Wayne still was an important part of the well orchestrated, led, and financed drive against the left wing in Hollywood. Eyman basically passes over this as quickly as possible. Another negative trait Eyman pretty much ignores was Wayne’s habit of needling people, a trick he seemed to have picked up from John Ford. Especially when he’d had a few, which was all the time, despite being a likable guy in many ways, Wayne enjoyed getting under other people’s skins.

To close on a positive note, I think this biography does set the record straight that, despite his anti-intellectual posturing, Wayne was no dummy. Capable of quoting Milton or Keats, the actor had an extensive library, with one of his favorite authors surprisingly turning out to be J. R. R. Tolkien! Eyman also highlights Wayne’s lively sense of humor (Wayne and Red Buttons are playing chess on location in Africa when a leopard walks into the clearing. “There’s a leopard behind you, Duke,” Buttons says. “See what it wants, Buttons,” Wayne replies.) One of the bio’s most fascinating aspects to me were the various film roles offered Wayne that he turned down (film buffs love to play “what if”). I can see why Wayne declined Blazing Saddles and Dr. Strangelove, juicy as those parts would have been, but I think it’s a downright rotten shame he never did a proposed film with Clint Eastwood called The Hostiles.  That would have been a potentially very interesting encounter between two Western greats.

I recommend this book to all Western movie fans, Old Hollywood buffs, and students of American pop history.

“The Track” Accepted By Noir Con Journal – Retreats From Oblivion

mitchumLong time readers may recall my announcement back in 2016 that my 20,000 word modern noir novella, The Track, was due to be published.  After a long delay, however, and a complete failure on the publisher’s part (who shall remain nameless) to reply to repeated queries, I gave it up as a bad job and decided to re-submit the work in the hope of finding a good home for it.

That quest finally succeeded. The story has been accepted for publication by Retreats from Oblivion, the official journal of NoirCon, a biennial conference devoted to noir and its creative expressions. The online journal is run by the Crew: Lou Boxer, Jeff Wong, Cullen Gallagher.

As previously discussed, The Track is about a naive young woman who gets involved in a Ponzi scheme set in a fictional Florida town on the coast.  The story gave me a chance to write about Florida, a place I have something of a love-hate relationship with. I like the weather, especially in the winter, endless beaches and surf are two of my favorite things, but there must be something about the place, either too much bright sunshine or some kind of toxins floating around in the air, that seems to drive everyone out of their minds. Given this propensity for deviation and degeneracy and the anything goes atmosphere that almost continuous fine weather provides, the state is a natural breeding ground for criminal behavior. The Track is a career history of an extreme example of the Floridian Flaw, CEO and President of the Centurian Hedge Fund, Jamie Spurgis.

My thanks to the Crew for accepting The Track. I’ll post another announcement when the story’s up. Until then, here’s wishing all of you the very best.

The “OH S@#T!” Face Cleaned Up For General Public Consumption














I really can’t say that I blame the poor fellow. After all, we do live in troubled times. An image for these times.

Going A Bit Picasso

Avignon097Avignon2Now pretend you’re at the optometrist’s and decide:  which image is sharper, the one on the left or the one on the right?

Broken Columns, Empty Maxims


The background is a very nicely preserved and restored ancient temple on the southern coast of Spain. The foreground are the products of a Continuing Legal Education class.

Andy The Anxious Alligator


Failed pilot for a ’60’s Hanna-Barbera cartoon series about a neurotic alligator with an eating disorder. Notable for use of live action/animated filming with disturbingly realistic scenes of people being eaten alive.

Aleister Crowley Portrait


Prae Templo Athenae Urbei Nashis Fui

I may not be classy, but I am classical.

I may not be classy, but I am classical.

“Two Friars Came To Montestregae” Now Out In Dark Fire Fiction

































Attentive readers may recall my last entry celebrated finishing a new novel, City Of Witches. Lo and behold, this must have generated some good karma. Two Friars Came To Montestregae has apppeared in Dark Fire Fiction, a British online horror magazine. Two Friars is the first chapter of City adopted to short story form.  This is an encouraging sign and hopefully augurs well for finding an agent for the novel, once the rewrite’s done. Of course, the rewrite in itself is a major hurdle, but nowhere near as bad as getting that first draft down. Dark Fire is a fine publishing credit. I’m especially pleased by this since it’s in the UK where I’ve had some luck getting several stories placed there over the years. Thanks once more to Editors Karonda Barker and Dr. Jones for accepting the story.

It’s free to read and too short to claim TL;DR so you have absolutely no excuse not to click the link and find out what happens to a randy monk who sticks his junk where it doesn’t belong: