Norbert Davis: Profile of a Pulp Writer
by John L. Apostolou
For his anthology of Black Mask stories, The Hard-Boiled Omnibus,
Joseph T. Shaw wrote some introductory material that did not appear in the book. His
unpublished preface to the story "Red Goose" reads:
Norbert Davis is a natural. If we were to pick anyone who, in spite
of all human trials and tribulations, looks upon life resignedly and mostly as
all fun, our nominee would be Bert. His sense of humor is prodigious and, as far
as we know, never got him into serious trouble...
There is one thing that makes Bert Davis an individualist; he always did and always will write just
what he very well pleases: mostly what strikes him as "funny."(1)
Anyone familiar with the stories or novels of Norbert Davis would tend
to agree with Shaw's picture of the author as an easy-going optimist. The truth, however,
is that Davis - like many humorists and comedians- had a serious, perhaps even troubled,
side to his character. It would seem that Shaw knew Davis the writer, not Davis the
Several years ago, I conducted a lengthy copyright search that resulted
in my gaining extensive information on the life of Norbert Davis. Although the project
I had been pursuing was eventually dropped, a thick file of correspondence and documents
remains in my possession. These materials plus some more recent research form the basis
for this article.(2)
I. THE BEGINNINGS
Norbert Harrison Davis was born on April 18, 1909 in Morrison, Illinois.
His parents were Robert and Euphemia Davis, and his mother's maiden name was Harrison.
His family was proud of its relationship, through an ancestor named Jeanie Burns, to
the Scottish poet Robert Burns. By 1909, there were so many male relatives named Robert
in the family that Mr. and Mrs. Davis decided to make a small break with tradition
and give their son the different, though similar, name of Norbert.
Davis referred to Norbert as his "fancy first name." It appears
to have caused him some pain and embarrassment during his childhood years. "I
considered Norbert not only ersatz but slightly sissy,"(3) he
later confessed. Although he came to accept the name in adult life, he was usually
called Bert by his friends.
Davis grew up in Morrison, a small city in a farming district of northern
Illinois.(4) He grew to the height of six foot five, almost
a foot taller than the average American male in the nineteen-twenties. By the end of
that decade, he had moved, along with thousands of other Midwesterners, to Southern
California. Of his situation in 1929, at the beginning of the Great Depression, he
It became obvious that, if I were going to continue what I reverently
referred to as my educational career, there would have to be some changes made.
I tried mowing lawns and polishing cars and shoveling sand, and I decided that
a life of honest toil was not for me. So I started murdering people, with a typewriter,
I laid them away in short stories, novelettes, and novels in seven
installments. About 80,000 corpses later, I found myself sitting on the front steps
of Stanford with an A.B. in one hand, and an LL.D. in the other, and no job in
sight. So I went on killing people.(5)
Responding to a request for background information made by Joseph Shaw
in 1946, Davis produced a somewhat different version of his beginnings as a writer:
All my English instructors were completely unimpressed with my literary
effort, but I had a Public Speaking professor who told me that what I said in my
mumbling and bumbling manner was often quite interesting in a nonsensical way and
why didn't I try writing some of it. So I did. He invariably told me it was wonderful
and would positively sell for thousands of dollars. Finally an editor I had been
bombarding wrote me, somewhat plaintively, and asked me why I didn't read his magazine
and figure out something that there might be some remote possibility of him using.
That was a new idea to me, but I was willing to try it. I sold him the next story
I wrote. About that time I discovered Black Mask, and it became my bible,
as it did many many other writers who were beginning about then. You can picture
me writing "Red Goose" in a college rooming house between bouts with
Blackstone and Coke and other legal luminaries while my roommates read over my
shoulder and alternately applauded and viewed with alarm. Law students are inclined-and
no wonder-to be pessimistic, and it was predicted that you would not even read
the story, that if you did you wouldn't like it, and that even if you did like
it you wouldn't buy it, and by one ultra-cynic, that if you did buy it the check
would bounce. As is evident, none of these dire prophecies came to pass.(6)
By 1934, the year he received his law degree, Davis was selling regularly
to the pulp market. He was so busy writing stories that he never bothered to take the
bar exam. I cannot identify his first published story, but his first story in Black
Mask was "Reform Racket' in the June 1932 issue.
Shaw, who like his writers tall, once published a list of Black Mask writers who were over six
feet. He was no doubt pleased with Davis's great height, but only five stories by Davis were printed
in the magazine during the years that Shaw was its editor. In his book Cheap Thrills, an
informal history of the pulps, Ron Goulart indicates, by quoting an unnamed friend of Davis, that Shaw
found Davis's work too whimsical to fit into the action pattern of Black Mask. (7)
II. LOS ANGELES AND THE FICTIONEERS
Norbert Davis lived in the Los Angeles area during most of his writing
career. He associated with other pulp writers and was a member of the Fictioneers,
a writers' club founded by W. T. Ballard and Cleve Adams. The group of about twenty-five
members met once a month in the Nikabob Cafe at 875 South Western Avenue in Los Angeles.
The meetings were informal and their real purpose, Ballard recalls, "was to get
comfortably drunk and then en masse attend one of the local burlesque theatres."(8)
The meetings, however, were not mere social functions. The Fictioneers
was a pulp oriented group, and Ballard says that:
One of the things that held it together was that most of us were working
in the same markets. In the east there was a lot of backbiting among competitors,
but in Hollywood because we were three thousand miles from our markets, we clung
together, passing on any information which might help the other fellow.(9)
In an interview published in The Armchair Detective, Ballard spoke
about the lifestyle of pulp writers in Los Angeles during the thirties and forties: "We
worked hard, played hard, lived modestly, drank but few to excess, gambled some when
we had extra cash. Most of our friends were other writers."(10)
Davis and W. T. Ballard, better known today as western novelist Todhunter
Ballard, were good friends who did some writing in collaboration. Using the joint pseudonym
of Harrison Hunt, which was derived from their middle names, they wrote the
novel Murder Picks The Jury. They also collaborated on a short story, not a
mystery, for the Saturday Evening Post.(11)
Raymond Chandler attended several meetings of the Fictioneers. He and Davis
were acquainted, but not close friends. For a time in the fall of 1940, they were neighbors,
living a few doors apart on San Vincente Boulevard in Santa Monica. Both were represented
by New York agent Sydney A. Sanders.
Chandler, the older and more intellectual of the two, respected Davis's
talent. When Chandler was studying pulp fiction, prior to his first sale to Black
Mask, he read and admired Davis's early stories. Years later he recommended a story
by Davis, "Kansas City Flash," for inclusion in James Sandoe's anthology Murder:
Plain And Fanciful. The story was one of a group selected by Chandler as
being "noteworthy and characteristic of the most vigorous days" of Black
Davis maintained a good relationship with member of his family, many of
whom lived in Southern California. His first novel was dedicated to his mother; and
the second, to his aunt, Jeanette Harrison, a physician who had a practice in Los Angeles
for many years.
Davis was married as a young man, but the union did not last long. Some
years later, he married again. His second wife, an attractive woman, had the maiden
name of Nancy Kirkwood Crane. She was a writer from the East, who had a child, a son,
from a previous marriage.
III. FLOGGING THE TYPEWRITER
Norbert Davis was a prolific writer of pulp fiction. Besides detective
and mystery stories, he wrote love stories, adventure stories, war stories and even
westerns. In fact, his only sale to Hollywood was a western story entitled "A
Gunsmoke Case for Major Cain," which became a movie, starring Wild Bill Elliot,
called Hands Across The Rockies (1941).
Since the going rate was one or two cents a word, a pulp writer had to
produce dozens of stories and several hundred thousand words a year. Some authors,
Robert Leslie Bellem, Lester Dent, Walter Gibson and a few others, knocked out as many
as a million published words a year. I doubt that Davis reached that figure in any
one year, but he came close.
Frank Gruber captures the flavor of the pulp era in his book The Pulp
Jungle. He tells of the rejection and loneliness chat he had to overcome,
of having to deal with insensitive and dishonest editors. Recalling a hectic period
when he was producing over eight hundred thousand words a year, he writes:
This is an enormous amount of writing, any way you slice it. The manual
labor involved in typing eight hundred thousand words a year is considerable. I
flogged the typewriter day and night, I flogged it in the early hours of the morning,
I beat at it, late at night. I worked Saturdays and Sundays.(13)
Hal Murray Bonnet has also written about his years as a pulp writer. He
gave his reminiscences the pointed title "It was never that much fun!"(14)
Being represented by Sydney Sanders, a top agent, Davis may have been protected
from unscrupulous editors. Still he, like all pulp writers, was under constant pressure
to grind out the words. During the thirties and forties, about two hundred short stories
and novelettes by Norbert Davis were published in the pulps. He was a frequent contributor
to Black Mask, Dime Detective, Double Detective, Detective
Fiction Weekly and Argosy.
Judging from the many Davis pulp stories that I have read, he was able
to maintain a surprisingly high level of quality. His Black Mask stories are
certainly worth reading, with the possible exception of "Reform Racket," an
awkward early effort, and the jingoistic "Bullets Don't Bother Me." The Max
Latin series in Dime Detective is also recommended.
In addition to his pulp writing, Davis began, in the early forties, to
write hardcover novels and slick magazine stories. His first novel, The Mouse In
The Mountain, was published in 1943, with the second, Sally's In The
Alley, appearing that same year. These are, in my opinion, two of the funniest
detective novels ever written. Bill Pronzini has called them "minor classics."(15)
Both books feature the team of Doan and Carstairs, Doan, whose first name
is never mentioned, is a short, fat detective and Carstairs -a gigantic Great Dane-
is his partner and constant companion. Their hilarious adventures represent a high
point in the career of Norbert Davis.
A third Doan and Carstairs novel Oh, Murder Mine. appeared as an
original paperback in 1946. A more conventional work, this novel is not as cleverly
plotted or as arousing as the first two. Doan and Carstairs were also featured in two
pulp stories. (16)
Murder Picks The Jury was published in 1947. A crime novel, coauthored
by Davis and Ballard using the pseudonym of Harrison Hunt, it has a rather dark tone,
reminding me of the work of David Goodis. In a letter to TAD, (17) Pronzini
states that the novel is based on a shorter and somewhat different story by Davis, (18) and
that Ballard may have worked alone to produce the longer version.
Davis entered the slick magazine market with two stories appearing simultaneously
in issues of Collier's (19) and Saturday Evening Post,( 20) both of which were dated January 1, 1944. He went on to write many more
slick stories, about four a year. They are not in the mystery genre, but fall, for
the most part, in the love story category. Although the stories are not his best work,
he and his agent must have been pleased to receive the higher rates that the slicks
IV. THE DAVIS STYLE
Phillip Durham writes: "There is a strong feeling for the joy of violence
in the stories of Norbert Davis." (21) Herbert Ruhm refers
to "the cockeyed gruffness of Davis." (22) Closer
to the mark, I believe, is this comment by Ron Goulart; "In Norbert Davis' work
you'll find a Bogart-like mixing of toughness and humor."(23)
The Davis style deserves a more extensive analysis than can be given here,
however I shall make a few remarks on the subject. Simply put, Davis wrote in a style
that combines the toughness of the Black Mask school with his own brand of screwball
humor. Robert Leslie Bellem and Robert Reeves attempted much of the same thing, but
Davis's light touch and solid craftsmanship raises his work to a level that they rarely
Although humor is always present in Davis's most characteristic work, he
produced a great amount of straight hard-boiled detective fiction. The following excerpt
from "Kansas City Flash" is a good example of a Davis action scene:
Mark Hull came out of his daze in time to hook his foot around the thin
man's ankle. The thin man made no effort to catch himself, to ease his fall. He slammed
down limply all at once. He moved a little on the rug. His hands went out in front
of him, clutching. His feet jerked in short little kicks. He made soft, choking noises.
Then he stopped moving suddenly, as though he were a mechanical toy that had run down. (24)
Davis's humor could have a subtle, almost sardonic quality as in this description,
also from "Kansas City Flash," of a movie star, Doro Faliv:
She was one of the real mysteries of Hollywood. She was thin and flat-chested,
with a complexion like yellow paste. Her black hair was lifeless and dull. Her
features were assembled in regular enough order, but her face gave a queer blank
effect, as though there was nothing but emptiness behind it. But on the screen
she was marvelous. She was the essence of allure. She could send goose pimples
along your back by just turning her head. The camera brought something out that
In the whimsical Doan and Carstairs novels, there is some tough writing,
but humor is clearly dominant. This passage from The Mouse In The Mountain is
a description of a remote Mexican village, Los Altos, (26) during
World War II:
In Los Altos, there had been a rumor going the rounds that some rich
tourists from the United States who were staying at the Hotel Azteca outside Mazalar
were going to make a bus trip up to Los Altos. It was obvious, of course, that
this rumor wasn't entirely to be trusted. Anyone with any brains or a radio knew
that the people from the United States were too busy raising hell up and down the
world to look at scenery except through a bombsight.
But tourists of any brand had been so remarkably scarce of late that
the mere hint of their impending arrival was enough to touch off a sort of impromptu
fiesta. The inhabitants of Los Altos shook the mothballs out of their serapes,
mantillas, rebozas and similar bric-a-brac and prepared to look colorful at the
drop of a sombrero. They gathered in the market place with their pigs and chickens
and burros and dogs and children, and slept, argued, bellowed, squealed, cackled
or urinated on the age-old pavement according to their various natural urges. (27)
V. NINETEEN FORTY-NINE
A forgotten pulp writer, Arthur J. Burks, made a profound impression on
the young Frank Gruber when he said that the life of a pulp writer was seven years. "At
the end of seven years you've got to go on to better writing, or go downhill."(28) Davis
probably never met Burks, but we can assume that he heard similar statements at the
meetings of the Fictioneers. He made his move into "better writing" in the
mid-forties, cutting back on his pulp work and concentrating on hardcover novels and
The year 1949 was a fateful one for Norbert Davis. It began auspiciously
with the publication of a short story by Davis and his wife Nancy in the January 8
issue of the Saturday Evening Post. (29) His career,
however, was not going well.
Although his stories for the slicks were appearing at a respectable race,
the pulp market, still a source of income, was rapidly collapsing as a result of competition
from comic books and paperbacks. Black Mask was in decline, and in a few years,
pulp magazines would no longer be published.
Davis had not established himself as a successful author of hardcover novels.
He had not made the transition to motion picture writing as had Hammett, Chandler,
Gruber and others. The possibility that television could provide him with a new market
for his work may have not been apparent in 1949.
Early in that year, Davis moved from Southern California to Connecticut.
His last California address was in Los Angeles at 1171 South Norton Avenue, about a
mile from the Nikabob Cafe where the Fictioneers held their meetings. He had lived
in a modest apartment in a multi-unit complex then known as a court. (30)
It is conceivable that Nancy Davis, being an Easterner, had urged her,
husband to make the move to Connecticut. At any rate, they settled in the small community
of Salisbury in the northwest corner of the state. The desire to be closer to the New
York publishing houses probably was a consideration favoring the move.
That summer, for what reason I do not know, Davis made a trip to Harwich,
Massachusetts, The town of Harwich is on Cape Cod. Not far from the Kennedy family
compound, it was in this resort setting that Davis, apparently despondent over career
difficulties and other problems, took his own life.
According to the death certificate on record at the Massachusetts Division
of Vital Statistics, he ran a garden hose from the exhaust pipe of his car to the bathroom
of the house in which he was staying. In the early morning of July 28, Norbert Davis
died, at the age of forty, from inhalation of exhaust gases. His body was cremated
in Boston and burial of the ashes took place at Inglewood Park Cemetery, near Los Angeles,
on August 11.
Davis had died without leaving a will. In a document filed two months after
his death, his estate was estimated at five hundred dollars.
Why did Norbert Davis end his life? There is no simple answer to that question.
Since many of Davis's friends and relatives are deceased and others who might have
pertinent information are unwilling to discuss the matter, arriving at an answer is
extremely difficult. Despite an intensive search, I was never able to locate Davis's
widow. I can positively place her in Westport, Connecticut, in September 1949; but
there the trail ends.
No doubt, Davis had problems of a personal nature that my research has
failed to uncover. Twenty years of flogging the typewriter may have taken a toll on
his physical and mental health. Separation from close friends and relatives, most of
whom were three thousand miles away in California, probably aggravated his situation.
It is possible that he needed the support that these people would normally have provided.
I shall not speculate further on the reasons for Davis's suicide. My purpose
in writing this article was not to answer that question, although it could hardly be
ignored, but to help restore Norbert Davis to his rightful place among the major pulp
mystery writers and to introduce Davis to a new generation of readers. If interest
in his work is generated, perhaps the tough, funny exploits of Max Latin and the screwball
adventures of Doan and Carstairs will once again become available to mystery fans.
||Joseph T. Shaw, drafts of
Introductory material for The Hard-Boiled Omnibus, Joseph Thompson Shaw
Collection, UCLA Research Library, Los Angeles.
||I am grateful to many people
who kindly provided me with information on Norbert Davis. They include the late
Dr. Jeanette Harrison, Mrs. Sydney A. Sanders, Mills Ten Eyck, Jr., of the Authors
League of America, and Barbara E. Adams of William Morrow and Company. I also
wish to thanks two friends - Tod Johnson and Mitchell Rose - and the staff of
the UCLA Special Collections Department for their most helpful assistance.
||Quoted in "Keeping
Posted" department, Saturday Evening Post, September 30, 1944, p.
||Morrison's only claim to
fame: in May 1874, James Sargent installed a time lock mechanism in the First
National Bank of Morrison, the first such installation in the United States.
||Quoted in "Keeping
||Quoted in Shaw.
||Ron Goulart, Cheap Thrills (New
Rochelle, N.Y.: Arlington House, 1972), pp. 127-28.
||Quoted in Frank MacShane, The
Life Of Raymond Chandler (New York: E.P. Dutton, 1976), p.74
||Quoted in MacShane, p. 74.
||Quoted in Stephen Mertz, "W.
T. Ballard: An Interview," The Armchair Detective, 12(Winter 1979),
||Todhunter Ballard and Norbert
Davis, "Kelley Makes a Deal," Saturday Evening Post, May 17,
1947, pp. 22 et passom.
||James Sandoe, ed. Foreword
to Murder: Plain And Fanciful (New York: Sheridan House, 1948),p. vii.
||Frank Gruber, The Pulp
Jungle (Los Angeles: Sherbourne Press, 1967), p.177.
||Hal Murray Bonnett, "It
was never that much fun!" Xenophile, No. 38 (1978), p.141.
||Quoted in Robert J. Randisi, "An
Interview with Bill Pronzini," The Armchair Detective, 11(January
||Norbert Davis, "Cry
Murder!" Flynn's Detective Fiction, July 1944, pp. 8-27, and "Holocaust
House," a two-part serial in Argosy in 1940.
||Bill Pronzini, Letter, The
Armchair Detective, 12 (Summer 1979), 268.
||Norbert Davis, "String
Him Up," Double Detective, February 1938.
||Norbert Davis, "A is
for Annabelle," Collier's, January 1, 1944, pp.20 et passim.
||Norbert Davis, "Get
Out and Get Under," Saturday Evening Post, January 1,1944, pp. 16
||Philip Durham, "The
Black Mask School," in Tough Guy Writers Of The Thirties, ed. David
Madden (Carbondale, Ill.: Southern Illinois University Press, 1968), p.71.
||Herbert Ruhm, ed., Introduction
to The Hard-Boiled Detective (New York: Random House, Vintage Books, 1977),
||Ron Goulart, ed. Preface
to "Don't Give Your Right Name," by Norbert Davis, in The Hard-Boiled
Dicks (Los Angeles: Sherbourne Press, 1965), p. 1.
||Norbert Davis, "Kansas
City Flash," Black Mask, March 1933, p.85.
||Davis has some fun with
names in The Mouse In The Mountain. Los Altos was, and still is, a large
apartment-hotel on Wilshire Boulevard in Los Angeles. Davis also uses Doan (a
patent medicine: Doan's Pills), Carstairs (a brand of liquor), Janet (his aunt's
first name: Jeanette) and Bay City (a fictitious city in Raymond Chandler's stories).
In Oh, Murderer Mine, he uses Bert (his nickname) and T. Ballard Bestwyck
(W. T. Ballard).
||Norbert Davis, The Mouse
In The Mountain (New York: William Morrow, 1943), p.24.
||Quoted in Gruber, p. 29.
||Nancy Davis and Norbert
Davis, "The Captious Sex," Saturday Evening Post, January 8,
1949, pp. 18 et passim.
||The apartment complex still
stands in what is now a neighborhood mainly populated by blacks, Chicanos and
Asian-Americans. The Nikabob was torn down several years ago.
NORBERT DAVIS CHECKLIST
This checklist is limited to Davis's mystery and detective fiction, specifically
his novels and his pulp stories in Black Mask, Detective Fiction Weekly and Dime
Detective. For his slick magazine stories, see the Reader's Guide To
Periodical Literaturefor the years 1944 to 1949.
The list of novels is, I believe, complete. Of his many pulp stories, however,
only those in the above-mentioned magazines are listed. My major source of data was
the extensive pulp magazine holdings of the UCLA Research Library, Special Collections
Department. Since there are gaps in these holdings, it can be assumed that some stories
are missing from the checklist.
For each story that I have actually examined, the name of the main character, usually a detective or
a lawyer, is included.
The Mouse In The Mountain. Morrow, 1943; Grosset & Dunlap,
1944; Rue Morgue Press, 2001. Published as Rendezvous With Fear, Withy
Grove Press (London and Manchester), 1944.
Also published as Dead Little Rich Girl, Handi-Books pb. 1945.
Sally's In The Alley. Morrow, 1943; Boardman (London),
1944; Grosset & Dunlap,
Oh, Murderer Mine. Handi-Books pb, 1946.
Murder Picks The Jury, as by Harrison Hunt (joint pseud. with Willis
Todhunter Ballard). Curl, 1947; McLeod (Toronto), 1947. Published as A L'estomac!
trans.Jacques Papy, Gallimard (Paris), 1951.
Stories in BLACK MASK
" Reform Racket." June, 1932 Dan Stiles.
" Kansas City Flash." March, 1933 Mark Hull. Rpt. In Murder: Plain And Fanciful, ed.
James Sandoe. Sheridan House, 1948. Also rpt. In The Hard-Boiled Detective, ed.
Herbert Ruhm. Vintage pb, 1977.
" Red Goose." February 1934 Ben Shaley. Rpt. in The Hard-Boiled Omnibus, ed.
Joseph T. Shaw. Simon & Schuster, 1946; Pocket Books pb 1952.
" The Price of a Dime." April 1934 Ben Shaley.
" Hit and Run." April 1935 Jake Tait.
" Medicine for Murder." October 1937 Dr. Bruce Gregory.
" Murder in Two Parts." December 1937 Brent.
" You'll Die Laughing." November 1940 Dave Sly. Rpt.
In Ellery Queen's Mystery
Magazine, September 1954, as "Do a Dame a Favor?"
" Walk Across My Grave." April 1942 Sheriff Jim Laury.
Rpt. Ellery Queen's
Mystery Magazine , November 1953.
" Don't Cry for Me." May 1942 John Collinsi.
" Bullets Don't Bother Me." August 1942 Sam Carey.
" Beat Me Daddy." November 1942 Sgt. John Collins.
" Name Your Poison." May 1943 Sgt. John Collins.
Stories in DETECTIVE FICTION WEEKLY
(In 1943 magazine became a monthly, Flynn's Detective Fiction.)
" Black Death." May 18th, 1935 Sarr.
" The Girl with the Webbed Hand." August 24th, 1935 Slattery.
" Trip to Vienna." October 19th, 1935
" One Man Died." January 18th, 1936
" The Missing Legs." February 22nd, 1936
" Diamond Slippers." March 14th, 1936 Simon Saxton.
" Clues on Crutches."June 20th, 1936
" Public Defender." June 27th, 1936 Michael.
" Murder Harvest." September 12th, 1936 James Michael.
" The Case of the Greedy Guardian."October 3rd, 1936
" 5 to 1 Odds on Murder." February 6th, 1937
" Top Hat Killer." June 26th, 1937
" Beauty in the Morgue." July 31st, 1937 John Mark.
" Indian Sign." September 18th, 1937
" Mountain Man." October 2nd 1937 Saul Jarret.
" Devil Down the Chimney." December 11th, 1937 Dan Crail.
" Cat's Claw."January 8th, 1938
" Murder Buried Deep."March 12th, 1938
" Marriage is Murder."October 15th, 1938
" Ideal for Murder." February 11th, 1939 Tom Grey
" The Lethal Logic." April 29th, 1939 Prof. Carlson.
" A Vote for Murder." July 15th, 1939 John Gaul.
" Mud in Your Eye." October 14th, 1939 Craig.
" Never Say Die." November 11th, 1939 Les Free.
" Cry Murder!" July 1944 Doan.
Stories in DIME DETECTIVE
(All five Max Latin stories appear in The Adventures of Max
Latin, Mysterious Press, 1988.)
" The Gin Monkey." January 15th, 1935 Max Clark..
" The Devil's Scalpel." November 1935 Bill Ray.
" Something for the Sweeper." May 1937 Jones.
" Death Sings a Torch-Song." July 1937 Dennis Lee.
" Drop of Doom." December 1939 Dale.
" Murder Down Deep." February 1940 William Dodd.
" Murder in the Red." April 1940 William Dodd.
" This Will Kill You!" August 1940 William Dodd.
" Watch Me Kill You!" July 1940 Max Latin.
" Come Up and Kill Me Some Time." October 1941 William
" Don't Give Your Right Name." December 1941 Max Latin.
Rpt. in The Hardboiled
on Goulart. Sherboume Press, 1965; Pocket Books pb, 1967.
" Have One on the House." March 1942 William Dodd.
" Give the Devil His Due." May 1942 Max Latin.
" Who Said I Was Dead?" August 1942 William Dodd.
" You Bet Your Life." September 1942 William Dodd.
" You Can Die Any Day." December 1942 Max Latin.
" Too Many Have Died." April 1943 Peter Tracy.
" Charity Begins at Homicide." October 1943 Max Latin.
" Take It from Me." December 1943 William Dodd.
This article was originally published in The Armchair Detective VOL15#1
1982 and contains revisions and corrections to the original appearance.
John has been a mystery fan for many years, with major areas of interest
being Japanese mystery fiction and the writers of the pulp era. He has written several
articles for The Armchair Detective, Deadly Pleasures, Cads,
and other fanzines, and is a regular contributor to Mystery & Detective Monthly.
He edited, with Martin Greenberg, two anthologies: Murder in Japan (1987)
and The Best Japanese Science Fiction Stories (1989).
Copyright 2001 by John L. Apostolou. Reprinted by permission of