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Thomas Burchfield

Old School: Simenon sans Maigret

French author Georges Simenon one of the most prolific and unique novelists of the last century. His work still resonates in this one, weaving together the worlds of both popular and literary fiction.

His total output is hard to pin down, but he was said to write up to 60 to 80 pages a day. Of his hundreds of novels and short stories, a mere 75 of them feature his legendary commissaire Jules Maigret.

His books are almost all short. They seem a bit rushed, rolled into the typewriter, typed up and then rolled out to make room for the next. At their best, they’re marked by fine plotting, unique concepts and striking pointed details in setting and insights into the tangled minds and manners of the criminal class and those caught in its web. They’re much more than crime novels. For William Faulkner, Simenon reminded him of Anton Chekov, naturalistic portrayals of closed worlds bound by habit and fear, with always with a corpse or two about.

Of the many crime novels Simenon wrote sans Maigret, two have recently spent time with me in the easy chair. One, The Blue Room (1964), is a grimy and brilliant variation on James M. Cain. Set in the early 1960s in a dreary provincial French village, it’s a sly weave of flashbacks told through the eyes of Tony, a small businessman who attempts to end his affair with Andree, a woman whose husband runs a candy shop.

Attempt is all he can do, because, unbeknownst to Tony, Andree has no intention of calling things off.  Tony soon finds himself steeped in poisonous murder and in the clutches of both Andree and the law.

It’s a creepy and compelling book, frank in its sexuality and muddy with verisimilitude and the oppressive ambiance of everyday life in a small village where the more the sordid the secret harder it is to hide.

The Hatter’s Phantoms (1949) is a dark comedy from my least-favorite genre, the serial-killer tale. Here, Monsieur Labbé, the neighborhood hat maker in an unnamed Parisian arrondissement, commits a series of murders whose motives I won’t reveal, but whose motivation is surprising while being devoid of both Freudian twaddle and lazy sadism.

As he slays his victims and taunts police and public with boasting letters, mad hatter Labbé finds he's got a problem: He’s been found out. Luckily for him though, the man who knows, Kachoudas, the tailor across the street, is a poor, hapless immigrant and neighborhood laughing stock  No would believe him, especially should he dare accuse such a fine French bourgeois as Monsieur Labbé. 

No one is more aware of this than Kouchadas himself, who lives his life in a silent crouch, waiting for the next blow to fall, which it does. But when it does come, from a surprising if banal direction, Monsieur Labbé finds no relief.

The Hatter’s Phantom is a good novel that artfully portrays a gray world of closed lives and deep suspicion. The ending feels rushed out the typewriter, as I’ve seen in other Simenon novels, but the writing, here translated by Willard R. Trask, is both vivid and stark. It hums along in Simenon’s unique voice.

Thomas Burchfield is the author of Butchertown,a ripping, 1920s gangster thriller, which was praised as “incendiary” by David Corbett (The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday; The Art of Character)! His contemporary vampire novel Dragon's Arkwon the IPPY, NIEA, and Halloween Book Festival awards for horror in 2012. He’s also author of the original screenplays Whackers, The Uglies, Now Speaks the Devil andDracula: Endless Night (e-book editions only). Published by Ambler House Publishing, all are available at Amazon,Barnes and Noble, Powell's Books, and other retailers. His reviews have appeared in Bright Lights Film Journaland The Strand and he recently published a two-part look at the life and career of the great film villain (and spaghetti western star) Lee Van Cleef in Filmfax. He lives in Northern California with his wife, Elizabeth.

Thoughts on "The Secret Agent" by Joseph Conrad

The Secret Agent: A Simple Taleby Polish-British author Joseph Conrad, is anything but simple. Published in 1907, it’s the earliest example of realistic literary espionage I know of. Its complex plot centers on one Adolf Verloc. Verloc wears three faces: one face belongs to a small-time shopkeeper who lives in London’s Soho with his adoring—and fatally trusting—wife, Winnie; her little brother Stevie (who may be autistic); and Winnie’s mother. 

Behind his dowdy public face hides another: Verloc is also part of an anarchist ring. His comrades gather often, talk much, but do next to nothing. The most radical of them is known only as “the Professor,” a nihilist who wanders London with a live bomb in his pocket and his hand on the trigger. He’s an incisive portrait of the “horseshoe theory” of political radicalism, where extreme left and extreme right meet up to the ruin of everyone in between.

But as we learn, in a neat twist, Verloc’s anarchist face hides another: He’s also an informant and agent provocateur for an unnamed foreign government (likely Russia). This government finds Britain’s comparatively open attitude toward political dissent a threat to their own internal control. 

His handler, Mr. Vladimir, orders him to commit a terrorist act in order to provoke a crackdown, an action that would also ensnare Verloc’s comrades. He proposes bombing the Royal Greenwich Observatory. When Verloc balks at this daft idea, Vladimir threatens to expose him as an agent, betraying him to both his comrades and British authorities.

Verloc carries out his mission. But the attack goes wrong and an innocent is killed, leaving Verloc alone to face his pursuers in Scotland Yard, in British intelligence, and finally, within the walls of his own home. As Conrad painstakingly shows, Verloc and his comrades are mere pawns in a game they really no play no part in.

Joseph Conrad was a deeply political writer who seems to have hated politics. In this novel he portrays a world of politics as a sphere with no moral center and where everyone is at constant cross purposes. His view of terrorism is only partial—those more acquainted with more “successful” terrorist organizations may dispute his portrayal of terrorism.

Like his other work, The Secret Agent is a little dense and digressive for today’s readers, but it’s written in beautiful but careful prose throughout. Its picture of terrorism may be incomplete, but its gritty detail, pathos, and detached bitter view of politics are echoed in the work of John le Carré. It’s been adapted for the screen several times, including Alfred Hitchcock’s 1936 version, Saboteur, and, most recently, in 2016, a typically smooth and elegant BBC production that stars Toby Jones as Verloc that adds a romantic angle missing from this resolutely unromantic novel.

Thomas Burchfield is the author of Butchertown,a ripping, 1920s gangster thriller, which was praised as “incendiary” by David Corbett (The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday; The Art of Character). His contemporary vampire novel Dragon's Ark won the IPPY, NIEA, and Halloween Book Festival awards for horror in 2012. He’s also author of the original screenplays Whackers, The Uglies, Now Speaks the Devil andDracula: Endless Night (e-book editions only). Published by Ambler House Publishing, all are available at Amazon,Barnes and Noble, Powell's Books, and other retailers. In addition to his own blog, he’s also published in Bright Lights Film Journal, The Strandand Filmfax. He lives in Northern California with his wife, Elizabeth.

Noir City, 2019

It’s January, the most terrible time of the year! But for Bay Area movie buffs that means another stroll down some of cinema’s meanest alleys, a concrete and steel universe of endless shadows and impenetrable smoke. 

Yes, it’s the 2019 edition of Noir City-San Francisco,the annual film festival founded and sponsored by the Film Noir Foundationand its founder, and master of ceremonies, Eddie Muller. It plays at gorgeous the Castro Theatre, San Francisco, starting Friday, January 25^th and closes Saturday, February 2^nd: twelve films over ten days.

This time, the festival fixes its gaze on noir films produced in the 1950s, when the genre was just at its peak before fading out of fashion. As in years past, it’s a jewel case of gems and oddities: a few premieres mixed with B-movie obscurities plus solid classics that bear repeated viewing.

Time and space allow me to see only a fraction of the program. Most of them I've seen before, some just recently, some not since I was a silver-faced tyke sitting cross-legged in front of the TV.

Of those unseen, I’d call the opening night feature, Trapped, starring Lloyd Bridges and directed by Richard Fleischer the most intriguing.  Its plot sounds a bit batshit (a convicted counterfeiter released from jail and sent undercover), but there are two good reasons to see it. 

One is Lloyd Bridges. You all know his sons Jeff and Beau, but their dad, your elders will also have you know, was a star back in Boomer days and a fine, well-respected actor who played mostly straight-arrow, second-tier leads, in the manner of other actors such as Leslie Nielsen, Peter Graves and Robert Stack. He’s well remembered for playing Deputy Harvey Pell in High Noon, a role, it’s said, originally marked for Lee Van Cleef.

Lloyd Bridges achieved his greatest success in television: Probably his most famous role was as Mike Nelson in the TV series Sea Hunt, an underwater crime show that helped popularize scuba diving in the 1960s. (It inspired one of my older brothers to purchase scuba gear, which he never got to work properly, causing our mom’s blood pressure to swell to high triple digits: “I had you on bottom of the Hudson River!”)

Bridges spent the latter part of his career in television. He sprung to the spotlight once again in the classic 1980 spoof Airplane! Here, I assert, the sight of straight-arrow Lloyd Bridges sniffing glue while hanging upside down remains an inspired gag and a highlight of my long life at the movies.

The other reason to see Trapped is the direction of Richard Fleischer, who helmed the wonderful noir classic The Narrow Margin. Boomers remember Fleischer for directing 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea for Disney and many other top Hollywood projects. (His best later film, to me, is the serial killer drama 10 Rillington Place, a superbly directed film.) Trapped is almost sure to feature some strong visuals from this master of noir.

As for the rest, I’d also like to see The Burglar, from a David Goodis novel, starring Dan Duryea. Goodis (author of Down There, aka Shoot the Piano Player) was a famously downbeat noir novelist and it would be interesting to see how closely the film captures his bleak view.

As for the known knowns, there’s a lot to see. Among them is one of three Sam Fuller films, Pickup on South Street. Here we’re graced with Richard Widmark as a Gotham pickpocket whose sticky fingers ensnare him in brutal Cold War intrigue. Widmark was a master at playing lowlifes—Night and the City, high among my favorite noirs, is great due partially to him. There’s also great work by Thelma Ritter as one of Widmark’s colleagues and, of course, director Fuller’s ultra-punchy style. (The festival also features Fuller’s The Crimson Kimono and Underworld U.S.A.)

I also recommend The Detective Story. From a play by Sidney Kingsley and directed by William Wyler, it’s social realism in the guise of noir. It follows a day in the life of a New York City precinct and its chief detective, Jim McLeod. It’s no Barney Miller, but a sad and distressing story of a veteran cop’s unravelling as the moral absolutes he lives by collapse in rubble.

William Wyler was not a noir director, but he was one of the master big studio directors of his time. His films are neglected, I think unfairly, by today’s critics for being “too establishment.”

Then there’s the performance of Kirk Douglas, an actor for whom, I’m sure, they coined the word “powerhouse.”  Douglas dominates the screen like no other star, but he has a way of making us squirm. Even his noblest heroes seem arrogant bastards, making McLeod the perfect role for him. Douglas was a great movie star who bravely embraced singularly unpleasant roles. As we reach the end of the “difficult men” era in prestige TV (The Sopranos, Mad Men, etc.), remember that Kirk Douglas was there before any of them.

You might get a kick out of Angel Face, a 1953 melodrama directed by Otto Preminger and featuring Robert Mitchum and Jean Simmons. Mitchum plays an ambulance driver who gets mixed up in Jean Simmons’ scheme to murder her wealthy husband. The story behind the film sounds more dramatic to me but stick around for a shocking fiery climax.

The festival also gets a revisit from that old 1950s noir warhorse, Kiss Me Deadly, up there with The Big Combo as one of the most florid, perverse and looniest noirs ever. Directed by Richard Aldrich, it stars Ralph Meeker (an underrated, underused actor) as Mickey Spillane’s brutal, granite-fisted hero, Mike Hammer. (Fun fact: Meeker replaced Marlon Brando as Stanley Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire on Broadway and is said by some to have been the better Stanley.)

Also worth a ticket is Odds Against Tomorrow (1959) featuring terrific work from Harry Belafonte and Robert Ryan and direction from Robert Wise (West Side Story, The Haunting). On the surface, it’s the story of a bank robbery gone wrong. Underneath there’s real drama in the racial conflict between the two leads, a misery still well with us. It’s a case where a film’s underlying themes actually are weaved within the drama rather than being forced upon it.

Of the two real classics that close the festival, it’s impossible to say which is “Best of the Fest”, but Orson Welles’ Touch of Evil is definitely one of them. So much has been written about this film, it’s hard to say anymore, but suffice it to say, if you haven’t seen it, see it now, and if you have seen it before, see it again!

One parlor game I never play is “What’s Your Favorite Alfred Hitchcock film?” because the Master made so many great films it’s impossible to decide. Psycho for one, stands among his greats not only for its direction, stark atmosphere, terrific score, editing, and acting, but also the underlying anguish in the colliding fates of Marion Crane and Norman Bates, which gives the film a hint of unexpected tragedy arising from pulp material. Knowing what’s to come, their final scene together is a sorrowful moment.

Everyone rightly mocks the penultimate scene (with poor Simon Oakland bravely wrestling through cornball Freudian speculations). It's my bet that if you cut that scene, you wouldn’t lose a thing and be left with a perfect movie in Psycho. The worst thing about it then becomes all the terrible imitations that have followed in its wake and still assault us sixty years on.

Thomas Burchfield is the author of Butchertown,a ripping, 1920s gangster thriller, which was praised as “incendiary” by David Corbett (The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday; The Art of Character)! His contemporary vampire novel Dragon's Arkwon the IPPY, NIEA, and Halloween Book Festival awards for horror in 2012. He’s also author of the original screenplays Whackers, The Uglies, Now Speaks the Devil andDracula: Endless Night (e-book editions only). Published by Ambler House Publishing, all are available at Amazon,Barnes and Noble, Powell's Books, and other retailers. His reviews have appeared in Bright Lights Film Journaland The Strand and he also published a two-part look at the life and career of the great film villain (and spaghetti western star) Lee Van Cleef in Filmfax. He lives in Northern California with his wife, Elizabeth.

The Word on "Murder": "The Word is Murder" by Anthony Horowitz

If Anthony Horowitz isn’t a more familiar name to you, he should be. Fans of the BBC known him firstly as the creator of Foyle’s War, among the best TV mysteries ever. Others know him as the author of the Alex Rider series of YA spy novels. On occasion, he turns his busy pen to more adult novels. His last, Magpie Murders, was a witty delight about the mores and conventions of the modern mystery, wrapped nicely around a good puzzle. 

Now he’s sent two new books out the gate at once. One of them is Forever and a Day (a James Bond novel). What concerns us here is The Word is Murder, a standalone follow-up to Magpie. 

In Magpie, Horowitz cleverly touched on the tensions between fictional crime and real-life crime. In The Word is Murder, he goes farther and deeper with excellent results. It’s that’s rarest of books in this hyper-serious era—a genuine tour-de-force and a great excuse to stay put in your reading chair.

The novel opens with the last day in the life of Diana Cowper, a middle-aged Englishwoman and theatre enthusiast. She starts her day arranging her own funeral. By the end of it, she’s been murdered, strangled with a curtain rope.

Scotland Yard, as you’d expect, is baffled by a murder whose victim seems to have anticipated her own demise.  For help, they turn reluctantly to Daniel Hawthorne, a former investigator, to help crack the case. Dismissed in disgrace from the force some years before, Hawthorne now freelances as a technical advisor to both BBC mystery shows and the Yard, two relationships driven by necessity and steeped in mutual distaste.

Hawthorne brings his own agenda to the hunt for Ms. Cowper’s murderer: He plans to publish a book about himself to settle some scores and restore his tattered reputation. No writer himself, this modern Sherlock Holmes needs a Watson to follow alongside as he brilliantly solves the murder of Diana Cowper, revealing his genius to the world.

For his Watson, Hawthorne reaches out to a writer, a former client whom he advised on a previous BBC mystery show, a real one in fact, known by the title Injustice. Its writer was a noted screenwriter and novelist, a guy named . . . Anthony Horowitz. 

Like everyone else at Scotland Yard and beyond, once around the track with Hawthorne was enough for Horowitz. Even so, despite his reservations, he finds himself drawn to Hawthorne’s offer and the crime in question.

The collaboration is a rocky one from the start as Hawthorne rips up Horowitz’s first chapter (which you’ll have just read). His demanding presence knocks Horowitz’s writing life off its keel, culminating in a disastrous encounter between Horowitz, Hawthorne and two real-life pop-culture titans, a hilarious moment that will be an absolute hoot if it ever makes it to the screen.

Despite the chaos brought by Hawthorne, there’s nothing like murder to get a genre writer’s juices flowing and Horowitz, fascinated by his rather repellent but brilliant client, slowly becomes determined to stick with the case, no matter how obnoxious Hawthorne becomes or how great the dangers that lay in wait.

Anthony Horowitz clearly had a swell time weaving himself into his own novel. He makes the most of it as he deftly maneuvers that weird territory between the real-life creator of Foyle’s War and the meta-fictional Horowitz who becomes entangled in a mystery novel. What’s factual and what’s not is one of the book’s entertaining puzzles.

The Word is Murder could have wound up a dispensable bit of self-referential post-modernism but instead provides a vivid, funny look at the joys and frustrations of a successful writer’s life. It also explores the problems inherent in the creation of literary characters. Saints make for bad pasteboard heroes in fiction, but, we all wonder, how much bad can we put up with in our good guys? 

Hawthorne, you should know, is a flaming bastard, a bigot who’s smart about many things but ignorant of much else, a man sometimes deeply “unwoke.” He may be the intellectual equal of Sherlock Holmes, but he makes Holmes seem like Philip Marlowe as played by George Clooney.

Horowitz never answers this question—as a novelist myself, I’d say there really isn’t an answer beyond “whatever I think I can get away with.” But he makes it stick nicely in the memory, long after events draw to the suspenseful action-packed finish. 

While he can’t provide an answer regarding Hawthorne, Horwitz does provide an antidote with his charming and genial self-portrait. We learn a fair bit about Anthony Horowitz, the successful writer as he gracefully takes us behind the scenes of the world of TV, theatre and movie productions and even into the back parlors of the funeral business.

The Word is Murderis a fun read that leaves you thinking. I can’t wait for the movie. And I bet Horowitz can’t either. Read carefully, and you’ll find a clue as to whom he wants cast as Hawthorne. I don’t know about you, but I’ll be watching.

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Thomas Burchfield is the author of Butchertown,a ripping, 1920s gangster thriller that was praised as “incendiary” by David Corbett. (The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday; The Art of Character)His contemporary vampire novel Dragon's Arkwon the IPPY, NIEA, and Halloween Book Festival awards for horror in 2012. He’s also author of the original screenplays Whackers, The Uglies, Now Speaks the Devil andDracula: Endless Night (e-book editions only). Published by Ambler House Publishing, all are available at Amazon,Barnes and Noble, Powell's Books, and other retailers. His reviews have appeared in Bright Lights Film Journaland The Strand and he recently published a two-part look at the life and career of the great film villain (and spaghetti western star) Lee Van Cleef in Filmfax. He lives in Northern California with his wife, Elizabeth.

In the Beginning: "A Coffin for Dimitrios" by Eric Ambler

Before British author Eric Ambler came along, thrillers and spy yarns were mostly romantic affairs, populated by flag-waving heroes and brimming with manly idealism, jut-jawed jingoism, and, sometimes, a disturbing racism.

There were exceptions: Both Joseph Conrad (The Secret Agent, 1904) and Somerset Maugham (the “Ashenden” stories,1928), laid some groundwork for a greater “realism.” But all that had to wait until Eric Ambler’s second novel, Background to Danger(1937).

A Coffin for Dimitrios (1938) was the fifth novel Ambler wrote in his pre-WWII period. It stands tall among his classics, and firmly alongside other novels of its era. It tells the story of Charles Latimer, a minor scholar and old-school English mystery novelist (author of such cosies as The Bloody Shovel and “I” Said the Eye). While vacationing in Istanbul in the late 1930s, he meets a fan, the sinister and charming Colonel Haki, who may or may not work for the Turkish secret police.

Colonel Haki is thrilled to meet of one of his favorite mystery authors but adds that “I find the murderer in a roman policier much more sympathetic than a real murderer.” For reasons left unsaid, he shares with Latimer a dossier detailing the violent career of Dimitrios Makropoulos, a profoundly unsympathetic thief, murderer, assassin and drug-dealer. There’s also an important detail missing from the dossier: Dimitrios is dead, his corpse recently found floating in the Bosphorous straits. Who put him there, and why, is the mystery at the novel’s core.

Perhaps a little ashamed of his sheltered life, Latimer leaves his cosy world behind to launch an obsessive and dangerous plunge into the mystery of Dimitrios. The trail leads him through a shadow-riven Balkan landscape still haunted by World War I and seething with criminal intrigue as it gears up for the next one. As he wanders dank alleyways and cobbled streets, he encounters a parade of gamy characters and cruel deceptions, all of it glued together by that simplest and most reliable of motives, greed. 

Ambler was a leftist radical during this period and salts his novel with numerous insights into the links between capitalism and crime. Along the way, Latimer winds up an early pioneer of the investigative practice of “following the money.” 

“The most important thing to know about an assassination or an attempted assassination,” Ambler writes in one of his most famous quotes, “is not who fired the shot, but who paid for the bullet.”

While the novel risks becoming a finger-wagging lecture, Ambler’s eye for detail, character and pacing keep the narrative rolling. He knew when to shut up and let matters speak for themselves. The money trail, convincingly laid out, leads to a conclusion that may not be too surprising to jaded modern readers but remains convincing and thrilling, while taking a witty final turn.

Another unique feature is the hero, Charles Latimer. Latimer is no Richard Hannay or proto James Bond, but a fumbling naïve academic who barely knows which way to point a pistol. It was Ambler’s unique insight that the ordinary man, the chap who winds up way in over his head, raises the stakes and builds a better foundation for suspense. To paraphrase Ambler fan Alfred Hitchcock, Charles Latimer is a man to whom things are done as opposed to a man who does things to others. We worry what will happen to him and that makes for greater suspense than a thousand unkillable, unstoppable, immortal super heroes. Every man—and not a few women—like to think of themselves as Mr. Bond . . . but in reality we’re all closer, much closer, to being Charles Latimer.

Ambler’s steely gaze permeates the modern thriller. Alan Furst claims him as a direct inspiration for his pre-WW2 novels of intrigue (though Furst is much more the romantic), while his realistic approach to character can be found in Kate Atkinson’s latest novel, Transcription. His name may not be spoken as it once was, but every thriller writer alive owes a deep debt to Eric Ambler.

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Thomas Burchfield is the author of Butchertown,a ripping, 1920s gangster shoot-‘em-up  that author David Corbett (The Art of Character) called “incendiary!” His contemporary Dracula novel Dragon's Arkwon the IPPY, NIEA, and Halloween Book Festival awards for horror in 2012. He’s also author of the original screenplays Whackers, The Uglies, Now Speaks the Devil and Dracula: Endless Night(e-book editions only). Published by Ambler House Publishing, all are available at Amazon,Barnes and Noble, Powell's Books, and other retailers. His reviews have appeared in Bright Lights Film Journaland The Strand. He also published a two-part look at the life and career of the great movie villain (and spaghetti western star) Lee Van Cleef in Filmfax. He lives in Northern California with his wife, Elizabeth.