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Mark S. Bacon

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Temptress Claire has lots to offer, but not to poor Quimby

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Movie review

Pharmacist Warren Quimby (Richard Basehart), night manager of a 24-hour Los Angeles drugstore, is a fool.

In an early scene in 1949’s Tension his wife Claire (Audrey Totter) is introduced by  sultry music as she’s eating dinner at the soda counter in Quimby’s drugstore.  Dressed in a slinky blouse, she takes an indifferent glance at her husband as he approaches tentatively, and she mumbles as she bites into a hamburger.

When he goes back to work on the other side of the store, Claire’s boyfriend shows up.  In an undisguised lie, she tells the counter clerk she’s going back to the Quimby’s apartment above the store.  Then she slips off her wedding ring and follows her suitor outside to his car.

Richard Basehart: resentful or scheming?

Quimby’s blindness to his wife’s blatant infidelities, coupled with his puppy-dog devotion—even after she deserts him for a boyfriend—is the film’s plot foundation.  You know this is more than a domestic drama however; because, in addition to its suggestive and suspenseful musical score and noirish nighttime settings, the movie is introduced and narrated by a homicide detective, Lieutenant Collier Bonnabel played by Barry Sullivan.

Basehart’s character is so innocent and trusting you want to root for him, but he’s so foolish you just want to smack him.  He’s stuck on his wife even after he tracks her down to a love nest in Malibu, vainly begs her to come home and gets beat up by her boyfriend, Barney Deager (Lloyd Gough).

When the film played in a 1998 San Francisco festival, SF Chronicle movie reviewer Walter Addiego wrote that Quimby was a “prize-winning sap.” 

Does he ever wise up?

Yes, but slowly.

While Claire continues her suggestive shenanigans at the beach, Quimby concocts a complex plan creating a new name and a layered second identity for himself. It’s unclear if he still wants Claire back, but his main goal is revenge and his phony identity will somehow be his cover.

In his new name he rents a Westwood, Calif. apartment—in addition to his flat over the pharmacy.  He meets an attractive Westwood neighbor, Mary Chanler (Cyd Charisse). Chanler is attracted to Quimby, who tells her he sells cosmetics and is on the road on weekdays, home on weekends. The two go out together, but Quimby tries not to return her affections.  He’s working on his revenge. Continue Reading →

A shy dragon, disabilities and f**king vulgarity

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June 26 is National Disability Independence Day

I have written several times in this space about swearing in murder mystery novels. In fact, if you do a Google search for profanity in mystery novels my blog posts are among the first references you’ll see.

What got me started on the subject, as I explained in one of my previous posts, was curiosity about my own use of profanity. After my first Nostalgia City mystery was published I got to wondering how many four-letter words I used and how that compared to other writers’ work.

I discovered, of course, that the use of profanity varies greatly in the genre, from no cussing whatsoever in many cozies to an abundance of f***ing vulgarity in the grittier forms of murder mysteries.

Unfortunately this necessitates further explanation before I can get to the reason I want to talk about bad words in the first place. Above I used asterisks rather than spelling out the obvious word. It’s my journalistic background that cemented the AP stylebook into my vocabulary. Many news outlets today—although there seem to be fewer and fewer—do not use four letter words and substitute asterisks. The older I get the less I care about maintaining this illusion of superiority. And certainly I use crude words—sparingly—in my novels. Lots of people swear these days and I believe I need to use “those words” to be realistic.

So this brings me to a funking problem. You read that correctly. Continue Reading →

From the annals of modern medicine

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Or: writers’ block is a bitch, but I can still talk and read things, like Ruth Myers’ new period PI page-turner.

My thanks to everyone who suggested I obtain a speech-to-text program as a temporary cure for my writers’ block.  I discovered that Microsoft Word has that function built in. I’m actually using it right now.

The program reproduces my words quite accurately. Moving the cursor around, inserting punctuation and deleting words however, is easier said than done. No, I mean it’s harder when said than done.  No that’s not what I mean either.  It’s quicker to make corrections with the keyboard than to speak them, but that exacerbates the as-yet-to-be-fully-diagnosed pain in my right forearm.

The chief suspect appears to be medial epicondylitis,  a form of tendinitis. Ten minutes at the keyboard and mouse makes my arm painful for hours.  Using my laptop and its palm rest, rather than my desktop PC, is marginally less unpleasant. If I stay away from the keyboard entirely the pain seems to hide for hours at a time, sometimes a day.

I can imagine my orthopedist telling me to simply stop writing and I’m good to go.  That would be like telling chronically injured Olympic star Lindsey Vonn to stop skiing.  Wait—she did stop skiing.  It would be like telling Tom Brady—okay stop with the athletic analogies.  (I’m really not saying this. The speech-to-text program must have mutated to AI. I’m switching back to two-finger typing.)

Regardless, I’m a writer. I’m not going to give it up. If I had to choose between painful writing or pain-free lollygagging—well, you know the answer. If you’re following along at home, I have an MRI scheduled soon.  Stay tuned.

Writers write. They also help other writers. Recently I read a new novel by mystery writer M. Ruth Myers. The novel was so new it hadn’t been published yet. I was what’s called a beta-reader.  When I and most writers I know write a book, we want to get feedback before a book is submitted to an editor and published.     Continue Reading →