SECRETS of the STEVE MERTZ LIBRARY (Part 4)

Here we are at the fourth and final row this photo gives us access to. Sad, ain't it? We'll all be up nights wondering what Steve has stashed on Row Five, with authors S thru Z.

In the shadows under Steve's wrist sit two of the Carroll & Graf Spider doubles published in the '90s. Can't see which they are (there were at least eight of them), but in between is a Spider book we can identify.

And this is it. I always planned to get a copy of my own, but never got around to it. Guess it's about time. After a few blurry titles, we roll into the Don Pendleton department . . .

The books Steve is either hiding or calling attention to with his hand are most likely the four sleazy adventures of Stewart Mann, detective, penned by Pendleton in his pre-Executioner days. Steve spilled the beans on these recently on Ben Boulden's blog, and you can read the story HERE. 

Next up are a bunch of Executioners. This one is unmistakable, but the others are too tough for me. I yapped about this book recently HERE.

Pendleton's post-Exectioner days are represented by these two hardcovers, and that's likely a Copp paperback sandwiched between them. 

And bringing the Pendleton section to a close is one of the many books by Don's wife Linda. 

This next section starts with several Shell Scott adventures.

I can see these. Can you see more?

Then it's Pronzini time. I have these two on my shelves, too.

That red/orange hardback between Labyrinth and Bindlestiff looks mighty familiar. I might even have a copy, but it has me baffled. 

There are way too many books here I can't make out. Guess I'll have to make the pilgrimage to Tuscon.

 I didn't know what a Nick Carter book was doing this late in the alphabet until I figured out it was written by Bob Randisi. 

Which explains why, after a couple more titles I can't read, we come to these two. The books that follow are mostly a mystery, though I do see a couple of Harold Robbins, one of which is The Carpetbaggers. 

The last two I can be sure of are these, by a guy I'm not familiar with. But if Steve likes him he must be good. 

Down near the end of the line is a single Stony Man (Executioner spin-off) book. Who done it?

That's it. That's all I got. But let this be a lesson to you. If you go posting photos of your bookshelves you risk some nosy bozo like me poking around in them!

Forgotten Books: WAR AGAINST THE MAFIA by Don Pendleton

Reading this book again was like reuniting with a long-lost friend. I read all 37 of Don Pendleton’s Executioner books sometime in the ‘70s, and again in the ‘80s (he wrote books 1 thru 15 and 17-38, with number 16, Sicilian Slaughter, written by “Jim Peterson,” aka William Crawford).

When Gold Eagle took over the series with new authors in 1980, I read the first, judged it far below par, and gave it up. Only years later did I discover Steve Mertz had written a handful for the Gold Eagle line, and done Pendleton proud.

On this reading, I was struck once again by Mack Bolan’s strength of conviction. I can’t think of another character, fictional or not, who is so damn sure of his role in life. It isn’t cockiness, or even self-confidence. He’s always well aware his next mission could be his last. He just knows what needs doing, and if he doesn’t do it, no one will. So off he goes. No doubts, and damn sure no fear.

At this point, just beginning his long paperback career, Bolan is a little like Don Quixote. The Mafia is a mighty big windmill, and he has no expectation of winning this war. He’s simply determined to fight it, and keep on fighting it for as long as he can.

Pendleton’s prose here is good, tight and tough, but stylistically, Pendleton is just getting warmed up. By the time he really gets going - later in the series - he gives the “poetry of violence” ascribed to Raymond Chandler a whole new meaning.

At one point, in discussing Bolan, a couple of mobsters make reference to the Phantom and The Shadow. And whenever Bolan stages a hit, he leaves a calling card in the form of a marksman's medal, hugely reminiscent of The Spider. Makes me wonder: Was Pendleton a pulp fan?

Last time I read the series, I felt the first three books (this one, along with Death Squad and Battle Mask) formed a sort of trilogy, setting the stage for the series proper. Once those three housekeeping books were out of the way, Bolan was off on his rampage around the country, and that’s when Pendleton’s style really began to pop.

At this stage, had someone told Mack Bolan he’d need only thirty-eight books to cripple the mob and divert his attentions to terrorists instead, he’d have scoffed at the notion. And Don Pendleton, no doubt, would have been astounded to hear there would be well over six hundred Mack Bolan novels, plus the spin-off series Able Team, Phoenix Force and Stony Man. The series was officially cancelled last year, after 47 years of continuous publication, but I’ll be mighty surprised if it doesn’t charge back from the dead. Especially if we finally get a movie.

Over the years, Steve McQueen, Clint Eastwood, Sylvester Stallone and Vin Diesel have all been slated to play Bolan on screen, but all four projects fell through. In 2014, Warner Brothers got the rights, planning to star Bradley Cooper, but I’ve heard nothing about it since. Will it happen before I croak? Jeez, I hope so. 

First published by Pinnacle in 1969, War Against the Mafia has been given new life by Open Road Media. They have now reissued the first three volumes in trade paperback, and the all 37 Pendleton volumes as eBooks. I found those first three books recently at the public library. The Executioner in the library. Who'd a thunk it?

P.S. Last week, Ben Boulden posted a piece by Steve Mertz discussing Don Pendleton's pre-Bolan work - a series of sleaze books featuring private eye Stewart Mann, written as by "Stephan Gregory." Those books (minus the sleaze) need reprinting! That post is HERE, and is extremely worthy of your attention.

The Executioner in the Library

Had a fine surprise at the county library when I saw these shiny new trade paperbacks on the New Books shelf. The covers are way less pulpy than the originals, which is too bad, but the insides are as great as ever. A Mack Bolan rampage through our public libraries is long overdue. They're available as ebooks too. Makes me want to read them again for the fifth or sixth time.