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Review: “Lady, Go Die!” by Max Allan Collins & Mickey Spillane

I finished the new Spillane book posthumously completed by Max Allan Collins.  And although it isn’t a great book with a capital “G” — it’s no contender for the Nat’l Book Award or anything — it is a great Mike Hammer book.

Everything you want is there.  Corrupt cops and politicians, evil mobsters, and psycho killers all cower in the dark, waiting to be rooted out of their holes, itching to be punched in the nose or plugged with a 1911 Colt by the incomparable P.I. known as Mike Hammer.  And yes, there are luscious dames, highballs at 10 am on Sunday, loyal friends, and aging heroes with scores to settle.  I can’t stand cliche — except in my hard-boiled fiction.  Here it’s an essential ingredient.

A tip of the fedora to you Mr. Collins.  Although I noticed your hand in the prose a few times, there was nothing there Mickey would’ve said was out of place.  You done good, kid.

An Old Letter from Mickey Spillane

I was cleaning up the other day and I found this piece of memorabilia.  I thought some of my readers might appreciate it.

I’m a big fan of Mickey Spillane.  So big that this blog used to be named “808 Hackard Building” after the fictional office address of Spillane’s most famous character, Mike Hammer.

I know, I know, me being a fan of Spillane doesn’t make much sense.  We’re miles apart as far as politics and writing style.  But he had a great attitude about writing.  He called himself a writer not an author.  He considered himself a workman, a mechanic, a guy who performed a service.  He felt that if you bought a hotdog it should taste good, and if you bought a book you should be entertained.

Anyway, I used to send the old guy notes, usually on his birthday or at Christmas.  One year I sent him a card for his 85th birthday.  A couple of weeks later this letter came in the mail.

Imagine my surprise.  Here’s a letter from Spillane, in my mailbox, complete with strike-outs and inappropriate language.  You can tell that 9-11 had really torched his shorts and they were still smoldering.  I could just picture him banging the letter out on that old typewriter of his.

If you’ve never read anything by Spillane I recommend you try One Lonely Night (1951).  It’s my favorite — short, intense, gut-wrenching in parts, and a true hard-boiled masterpiece.  While trying to thwart a violent communist cell, Mike Hammer wonders if he’s any better than the killers he kills.

R.I.P. Mickey.

Spillane Letter

Here’s the letter Mickey Spillane wrote me on 3/27/2003. R.I.P Mickey.