Every once in a great while, strange coincidences occur. Things intersect unexpectedly.
In a post yesterday regarding the Chris Lyon series and its ties to my Hector Lassiter novels,
I off-handedly mentioned author Philip José Farmer and the Wold Newton Family/Universe concept that was launched by Mr. Farmer in two biographies he
wrote of two “fictional” characters during the 1960s: John Clayton, Viscount
Greystoke (AKA, Tarzan) and Clark Savage, Jr. (AKA, Doc Savage).
The latter
became a hero of mine in the 1960s when my grandfather handed me a paperback
reprint of the second Doc Savage pulp, THE LAND OF TERROR, penned by one
Kenneth Robeson (a house name disguising its real author, Lester Dent).
LESTER DENT |
I became
obsessed with the Savage character and read everything,
including Mr. Farmer’s biography of Mr. Savage, as well as his pastiches
involving the character and Doc’s pulp cohort, The Shadow (at one point, Mr.
Farmer even wrote short stories involving Mr. Dent, and Walter B. Gibson, the man
who wrote most of The Shadow novels through the 1930s and ’40s).
I became
enthralled with Farmer’s literary detective work in linking up biographies and
family trees by tracing clues across disparate fictional works. I liked the
idea of everything, really, joining up, just so. And, so, in that
post yesterday, I referenced Mr. Farmer, and The Big Picture he pioneered, this
theory of everything pulp fictional, so to speak, that he pretty much invented.
Imagine my
surprise when, a few hours after setting an auto-post on the blog entry mentioning
Mr. Farmer (a post not quite gone live at that point), that a site run by
authors intent upon carrying on Mr. Farmer’s Wold Newton efforts focused very
squarely and unexpectedly on Hector Lassiter and one of my new novels featuring
the novelist/screenwriter, THE GREAT PRETENDER.
"Author Hector Lassiter
suggests to a mysterious woman that he has just met that they go to the Cobalt
Club. The woman replies that it sounds better than the Pink Rat. Lassiter and
the woman, Cassie Allegre, leave the Cobalt in a cab driven by a man named Moe.
The Cobalt Club, the Pink Rat, and Moe “Shrevvy” Shrevnitz are from the Shadow
novels. Lassiter’s friend Orson Welles appears in the book, and reference is
made to him voicing the Shadow on the radio. However, the comic book story “To
Cloud Men’s Minds” (The Shadow Strikes! #7 by Gerard Jones, Rick Magyar,
and Frank Springer, DC Comics, March 1990) establishes that Welles (or Grover
Mills, to use the pseudonym given to him by Jones) did briefly produce a radio
show loosely based on the Shadow’s exploits in the CU. This crossover brings
Hector Lassiter into the CU."
As I’ve said,
for many decades, I’ve been a fan of Mr. Farmer and I’ve kept a toe in the Wold
Newton waters, including an avid read a few years back of this gem called MYTHS FOR THE MODERN AGE, edited by Win Scott Eckert, which I was
inspired by Mr. Levin’s blog post to dig out of my library and revisit over
lunch today.
As it happens, I
read that Shadow comic Mr. Levin referenced back many moons ago, when it was fresh...even traded a note or two with its author sometime back, though nothing to do with that particular issue...just his work with The Shadow in general.
When I decided
to revisit Orson Welles and his relationship with Hector Lassiter—determined to
focus on The War of The World’s Panic Broadcast of 1938 and the filming of THE THIRD MAN, I decided to have a little fun with Shadow Easter Eggs—to run Mr.
Lassiter through a gauntlet of NYC/Shadow landmarks including the Cobalt Club,
the Pink Rat and to have him take a ride with Moe, the Shadow’s cabbie.
I’d done
something similar in TOROS & TORSOS back in the day (another Lassiter
featuring Welles and also name-checking The Shadow radio show to which Welles
was fleetingly attached).
At the time
TOROS was pretty new, another astute and bookish reader caught me at my meta-textual
games and called me out on them. Corey Wilde wrote:
“Not content with overlapping his fictional
creations with historical figures, McDonald weaves into the tale fictional
characters that are not of his own creation. Case in point: A dinner guest
mentions that she is reading a western novel by Holly Martens. Just in case
that name doesn't ring a bell with you, Holly Martens was the name of the
character, a writer of westerns, that Joseph Cotten played in THE THIRD MAN.
And who starred in that film with Cotten? Orson Welles. But Orson Welles
appears as himself in this story. Are you starting to get the idea that this
book may be a little...surreal?”
The fact is, I
do this kind of thing, a lot. Maybe
too much.
But, the other fact
is, most of my references are pretty obscure and so fly well under the radar.
My Lassiter
novels, particularly, are brimming with references and winks to other fictional
works. (I’m a big fan of the Alan Rudoph film, THE MODERNS, as I’ve confessed
more than once. If you know the film, and if you read TOROS carefully, you
could turn catching MODERNS’ references into a pretty intoxicating drinking
game. Hell, there are even some
subtle nods at NORTHERN EXPOSURE in that novel.)
As the books
stay out there and gather some years—as they garner more readers—more knowing
people come on board and increasingly find me out.
A bit earlier
this year, a pretty wonderful post (that, again, coincidently appeared on my birthday, of all days) regarding HEAD GAMES caught me in all of the
obscure references inspired by Tom Russell's music that I crept into that novel—a book
so inspired by Mr. Russell’s music that I actually dedicated the novel to the
singer/songwriter.
A writer I much admire once remarked authors tend to build in these kind of little things to keep themselves
amused or interested. Guilty as charged. But it’s also a way of acknowledging inspirations, artistic
debts.
If you do it too
much, or too loudly, you risk bouncing people out of your books. But if the
right reader comes along, and embraces the knowing nods, it can open up a much
wider fictional universe.
Oh, and that whole interconnectedness thing?
The next Hector Lassiter novel, coming out in just a couple of weeks, is called THE RUNNING KIND.
It's the usual mixture of little known historical crime and some real people...including a cameo by a certain Mr. Lester Dent.