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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]BEFORE SHE KILLS (collection) ® 1984 byElizabeth C. Brown.All rights reserved."Introduction," copyright ® 1984 by William F. Nolan."Before She Kills," Ed McBain's Mystery Magazine No. 3,copyright ® 1961 by Pocket Books, Inc."The Missing Actor," The Saint Detective Magazine, November1963, copyright ® 1963 by King Size Publications, Inc."Mad Dog!" Detective Book Magazine, Spring 1942, copyright® 1942, by Love Romances Publishing Co."A Date To Die," Strange Detective Mysteries, July 1942,copyright ® 1942, copyright renewed 1970, by PopularPublications."A Cat Walks," Detective Story Magazine, April 1942, copyright® 1942, by Street & Smith Publications, Inc."Handbook for Homicide," Detective Tales, March 1942,copyright ® 1942, copyright renewed 1970, by PopularPublications, Inc.Cover design by William L. McMillanFirst paperback edition published December 1986Dennis McMillan Publications1995 Calais Dr. No. 3Miami Beach, FL 33141CONTENTSIntroductionA Date To DieMad Dog!Handbook for HomicideBefore She KillsA Cat WalksThe Missing ActorINTRODUCTIONFRED BROWN REMEMBEREDbyWilliam F. NolanA snapshot represents a fragment of frozen time---a way station along the cosmic timestream. The camera records a particular moment of life, capturing it totally, as a fly is caught in amber. Later, that photograph becomes a time machine, taking us back to a precise moment and place, allowing us readmittance to the past. Old memories, lost emotions, are activated.Case in point: a snapshot on the desk in front of me, dating back to the summer of 1952. Here we all are: me, Fred Brown, Bill Gault and Cleve Cartmill, captured by the lens---Fred, pale, pensive and elfin behind steel-rimmed glasses, with his characteristic wisp of moustache; Gault, solid and tough in an open-neck sport shirt; Cartmill, wry, half-smiling, hands folded over a cane (polio had crippled him early in life); and me, standing to one side, lean, gawky, nervous.Back then, in that Time of the Snapshot, more than three lost decades ago, we were all living in Southern California. Fred and Bill and Cleve were poker-playing drinking buddies, veteran fellow professionals with a multitude of impressive pulp and slick credits; I was a raw 24-year-old, two years away from my first professional magazine appearance, desperately anxious for a writing career of my own. I looked upon these seasoned pros with awe, respect and envy.Fred was then in the process of helping launch Gault's book career. Don't Cry for Me (1952) was William Campbell Gault's first published novel, issued from Brown's regular publisher, E.P. Dutton, with a generous blurb from Fred on the jacket, praising author and novel.The gesture was typical. Fred also encouraged me in my early work, openly sharing his knowledge and skills. I found him to be a warm, quiet man with a wacky, pun-loving sense of humor, a sideways thinker who did all of his rough-draft writing inside his head. (His work needed little or no revision from first typescript to printed page.)He had a special love for music. I'd purchased a new tape recorder that year and I still have a tape of Fred playing his Chinese flute. He had lived in the small town of Taos, New Mexico, before coming to California, and told me that he was "the finest flute player in Taos," adding, with a sly mouse-grin, "that's because no one else in town played a flute."Fredric William Brown was born, an only child, in Cincinnati, Ohio, in late October of 1906. Fred's mother died of cancer when he was fourteen. His father, a newspaper man, also died when Fred was in his early teens. On his own, in 1922, he obtained a job as office boy with a machine tool company in Cincinnati, Conger & Way, working there into 1924. (He used this background for his autobiographical novel, The Office, published in 1959.)Fred also worked with a traveling carnival during this early period, sharing a tent with the show's mind reader. "I soaked up the atmosphere twenty-four hours a day," he stated in a note for his carny novel, Madball (1953), "and it's still in my system." (A carnival theme appeared in many of his tales.)At twenty, Fred enrolled at Hanover College in Indiana, but spent less than a full year there. He married Helen Brown (no relation) in 1929---and began a 17-year career as a proofreader in Milwaukee in 1930. (I have always found this highly ironic, since Fred's first name was constantly misprinted during his career---as Frederic, Frederick, Fredrick, Fredrik, etc. In fact, years after his death, when I included Fred on the dedication page of my novel, Logan's World, a copy editor at Bantam decided that I had not spelled his name correctly, and changed it to "Frederic" on the final galley.)Proofreading, of course, was never his choice; in his boyhood, Fred had been inspired by Wells, Verne, Burroughs and Jack London, and had formed the dream of becoming a professional writer. Dream became reality in 1938 when he sold his first story to a crime pulp magazine. He began churning out a wide variety of fiction tales for the pulp markets, but could not earn enough at pulp rates to support his wife and two sons. His job as a proofreader helped pay the bills.Fred attempted to enter the book field in the 1940s, but when his first novel, The Fabulous Clipjoint, was rejected by twelve publishers he decided that he had "absolutely no future as a novelist." Then Dutton took a chance and published the book in 1947. By the following year, Fred was in New York accepting the "Edgar" for Best First Novel from the Mystery Writers of America. Button's gamble had paid off; they wanted more Fredric Brown mysteries. Fred was forty-one."That was the real beginning of my career as a writer," he told me. "With the success of Clipjoint, I was able to quit my proofreader's job with the Milwaukee Journal and write fulltime."Fred was divorced the year his book was printed; in 1948 he married Elizabeth Charlier after they'd met at a writers' gathering. They moved to Taos the following year."We moved there because of Fred's health," Beth told me. "He suffered from asthma all his life, and needed clear air. We stayed in Taos into the early 1950s."In New Mexico, Fred took up watercolor painting as a hobby (along with chess, golf and his flute). He wrote and painted at a studio in the historic Governor Bent House in Taos. ("This was the room in which the first American governor of New Mexico was scalped and assassinated in 1848---which provided the perfect climate for my crime fiction.")By 1952 the Browns had moved to Venice, California (Ray Bradbury's early stomping ground; I'd met Ray there in 1950). Smog was really not a problem in those days, and the ocean breeze kept the air cleared. As co-chairman of the 1952 Westercon (held at the U.S. Grant Hotel in downtown San Diego), I invited Fred to attend as one of the science fiction professionals, along with Bradbury, Cartmill, Kuttner, Neville, Van Vogt, Boucher and others. Fred was "a two-sided writer," equally as well known for his sf work as for his mysteries. He very much enjoyed working in both genres.I recall him at the convention that year---a shy, small, self-effacing man who hated being "in the limelight." But he did favor the company of fellow pros, and appreciated being part of the festivities.We became fast friends after that convention weekend. We talked a lot about the special problems of plotting, and I recall that he startled me by revealing his offbeat plot method. "I have to do at least one new mystery novel a year for Dutton," he told me. "As each annual deadline nears I become more and more certain I can never come up with another decent mystery plot. So I buy a cross-country bus ticket for a round trip to some distant city, ride there and back, thinking only about the novel."He'd always arrive back in California with a full plot worked out in his head. Then he'd sit down and write it.By 1954 Fred and Beth had left the Los Angeles area to live in Tucson, Arizona. Again, for reasons of health. I was sorry to see him go---but we maintained a warm correspondence and he was very supportive as my own pro career got rolling in the mid 1950s.We met again in 1961. Fred invited me to have lunch with him in Hollywood. He had come to Los Angeles to write television scripts for the Hitchcock show---and to sell his sf novel, The Mind Thing, as a feature film. (The film never jelled, but he did write some teleplays.)I remember that his hands were shaking. He was fifty-five, thinner than ever, and quite fragile. He told me that he really liked Southern California, but could no longer live in the area: "The smog is murder on my bum lungs."He returned to Tucson.By the close of 1963, suffering from emphysema, he could no longer write books; his last mystery novel was printed that year.Fred knew that his career was over. In September of 1971 he confessed in a letter: "Been quite a while since I've done any important creative work."His condition was terminal. On March 12, 1972, at the age of sixty-five, Fred died of emphysema in Tucson.What, exactly, did he accomplish in his two dozen active years as a writer? Statistically, we have 28 published novels and several collections encompassing the best of his... [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
