Books: Never the Twain By Kirk Mitchell (1987)

“It was all very simple well…well, sort of. All Howard Hart had to do was to go back in time and make sure that Mark Twain‘s literary career fizzled out. Why because Howard is the last living descendant of an obscure novelist Brett Harte and he’s convinced that with just a little help, Harte, and not Twain, will become wealthy and respected, and that would leave Howard heir to a literary immortality. But along the way Howard encounter some problems: the Civil War, the Gold Rush, and a ravishing young lady of pleasure - to name a few. And suddenly time traveling, just isn’t what it used to be, and neither is history.” 

As someone who enjoys time travel stories, I found Never the Twain to a good entry in this sub-genre of science fiction. I think it does require a working knowledge of Mark Twain and Brett Harte. I did a bit of dive on him, because I was curious if he was real. Francis Brett Harte (1836-1902) was editor and poet, but also an active journalist in California, serving as the first editor of Overland Monthly from 1868 to 1871. “…his most familiar story being "The Luck of Roaring Camp" (August 1868 Overland Monthly), a tale with supernatural implications: an infant named Thomas Luck seems to bring luck and moral improvement to Roaring Camp, until his death, which is immediately followed by a deadly flash flood. With other tales set in California, it was assembled as “The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Sketches” (coll 1870). His first volume of Parodies, Condensed Novels, and Other Papers (coll 1867), contains spoofs of supernatural fictions by Charles Dickens and Edward Bulwer Lytton, plus one of Charles Reade (1814-1884), "Handsome Is as Handsome Does", an sf tale involving Inventions and Harte's first work of genre interest. The Queen of the Pirate Isle (1886 chap) is a children's tale involving quasi-fantastic events Underground. Harte remained prolific until his death, producing the occasional ghost story (often rationalized), though most of his later stories were Westerns. 

Anyways, back to the book. I’m not so sure what I was expecting here, though I assumed a lot of humor would be prominent. And to some extent, there is comedy here, but more superficial. Writer Mitchell seems more interested in the human detail of the old west (written long before Back to the Future III and for some reason was always in the back of my mind). So the plot is definitely not predictable, but you get the sense almost from the start that it would turn out well for Howard. 

Still, like all time travel stories, there are leaps of logic, mostly the idea that descendant could go mucking about in the past with not only his own ancestors but also those of his present day ex-wife (this were BTTF III came through). It’s science fiction, and some logic has to be flexible, but sometimes these plot holes cannot be filled with saying “it’s time travel, why worry?”

Mitchell, however, appeared to have done his research, as his descriptions of life in Nevada at the beginning of the Civil War are well done and evoke a real sense of being there. Not a great tale, but still sort of fun.

Books: Down Cemetery Road (The Oxford Investigation #1) by Mick Herron (2003)

“When a house explodes in a quiet Oxford suburb and a young girl disappears in the aftermath, Sarah Tucker—a young married woman, an art conservationist, who is bored and unhappy with domestic life—becomes obsessed with finding her. Accustomed to dull chores in a childless household and hosting her husband’s wearisome business clients for dinner, Sarah suddenly finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew, as her investigation reveals that people long believed dead are still among the living, while the living are fast joining the dead. What begins in a peaceful neighborhood reaches its climax on a remote, unwelcoming Scottish island as the search puts Sarah in league with a man who finds himself being hunted down by murderous official forces.” 

This Herron debut novel and works most of the way. It’s still standout piece of Robert Ludlum style thriller, but the book sort of comes to a grinding halt in towards the end of the second act before picking up again in the last quarter. So it’s not as good as his Slough House series, so it’s more of promise of what will come in later years. Still, it’s filled with Herron’s snarky, black humor, and a lot of people die, including some people that appeared important to the the narrative (though the identity of one killer was a surprise to me). 

This was the first in four novels in the Oxford Investigation series featuring Zoe Boehm –who really is a secondary character here. I wondered often while reading if Herron did not know how to end the book properly –the many meandering thoughts and too much sidetracking helped me feed into this thought- and went back a gave her a reason to suddenly pop up in the last half of the book. I liked Sarah, but I found some of her actions a bit unbelievable. But that’s what these novels do best. 

Not sure I’ll read any more of Herron's Oxford Investigations books (never say never), but there still at three more standalone thrillers I may partake.

Books: Three Bags Full By Leonie Swann (2005)

“Something is not right with George the shepherd. His sheep have gathered around him outside the cozy Irish village of Glennkill to assess the situation. George has cared for the sheep, reading them books every night, and now he lies pinned to the ground with a spade. His flock, far savvier about the workings of the human mind than your average sheep, sets out to find George’s killer, led by Miss Maple, the smartest sheep in Glennkill (and possibly the world). Her team of investigators includes Othello, who was rescued from the Dublin Zoo; Mopple the Whale, who is always hungry and remembers everything; and Zora, an existential ewe—just to name a few. Together, the sheep discuss the crime late into the night, and their speculations vary wildly. Determined to unravel the mystery, they embark on furtive missions into the village, where they encounter a hoof-full of two-legged suspects. There’s Ham, the terrifying butcher who smells of death; Rebecca, the secretive village newcomer; and Father Will, a sinister priest the sheep call God.” 

An odd book indeed is Three Bags Full. It’s a murder mystery told through the perspective of sheep, lead by (perhaps the smartest sheep ever), Miss Maple and her other fellow sheep, Othello, Mopple the Whale, Zora, Maude, and the elusive Melmoth. 

Brought up on a plethora of Disney films (and Bugs Bunny cartoons), the idea of a flock of anthropomorphic sheep trying to solve a murder does not require too much a suspension of belief. Sure, they seem smarter than most, but it’s still a delight to see them puzzle they through human motivations, emotions, and fear to try and solve George’s death. Part of the charm, as well, is that George used to read all sorts of books to his sheep, so they kinda of grasp the human animal in ways that help them along. 

It’s a slow-burn tale, often funny and stirring. The only issue I have with the book is how the clues are laid out, as the author (via translator Athena Bell, from the original German) makes it difficult to piece the translation from human to sheep and back again. Much of it does not add up and I found myself frustrated by the lack of clues I could put together and identify the killer (and that it turns out disappointing in the end). 

In the end, it works, because the sheep are pretty funny and book is often philosophical with sheep trying to interpret human motivations. The author wrote a sequel in 2010, and British made adaptation of this book is due in May 2026.

Books: The Ax By Donald E. Westlake (1997)

“Burke Devore (who I kept thinking as Burke Devlin, a character the late Mitchell Ryan played on DARK SHADOWS) is a middle-aged manager at a paper company when the downsizing ax falls, and he is laid off. Sadly, he finds himself in the same place many of us have- the unemployment line. Eighteen months later and still unemployed, he comes across a posting that he knows should be his new job. An intelligent man, he comes up with a new spin on his job search. But there are seven men who might take that job away. And so with agonizing care, Devore looks for the seven men in his surrounding area who could take the job that he rightfully believes should be his, and begins his own twisted take on corporate downsizing.”

 

The Ax is a great, psychological observational novel about a man who transforms himself from an everyday middle manager and into a ruthless murderer. Even Burke is surprised he can do what he does, finding new skills he never knew he had. But even he, at some points throughout the book, thinks they come far too easily.

 

Despite being released nearly twenty-nine years ago, the plot still works today. It’s has an all too plausible scenario - but one that would mostly not work in 21^st Century of home security and door cameras. Still, Burke clearly has a twisted way of examining his situation and justifying his way out of it (his coda seems to be the ends justify the means). However, there are certain moments were the reader can side with him, especially on the social commentary aspect of big business and its relentless drive for profit and dividend payments, even at the cost of its customers, as well as its staff. Additionally, I enjoyed the part where Burke muses on the upcoming millennium and what might lay in the future, circa 1997.  

 

But even the craziest person can make a good point and Burke actually makes plenty of worthy arguments in this dark journey, which also highlights Westlake's remarkable talent as genre writer. Because on one hand, he produced so many great humorous caper novels, along with those fourteen Dortmunder titles, then on the other, produce these hard-boiled character crime/suspense thriller (under his own name, as well) like The Ax.

 

Ultimately, while less a satire, it does contain some of Westlake’s dark humor. But once again, it’s the razor sharp take on a real life issues that makes this novel prescient in 1997 and in 2026.

Books: Jack & Susan in 1933 by Michael McDowell (1987)

“It begins on New Year’s Day, 1933 and the Great Depression has wears on. A lot of people are suffering, including Susan Bright whose family has lost their fortune, leaving her to scrap by in an apartment she barley can afford while singing in speakeasy’s (probation is near it’s end, along with FDR becoming president). Into her life comes Harmon Dodge, the son of a rich (and dead) lawyer of Rhinelander, Rhinelander, and Dodge, along with Marcellus Rhinelander’s daughter, the (hilariously) bitch-to-the-core Barbara Beaumont and her husband Jack (who works for his father-in-law). Harmon is your stereotypical playboy, who spends money like water, and has multitude of affairs with women. But Susan is different and soon enough, Harmon and she are married. As it goes, things get complicated, as the elder Rhinelander understands his daughter ambitions and knows Harmon is a cad. At The Quarry, his country house (his chauffer is a communist named Richard Grace and his wife, the cook, is Grace Grace –they’re a hoot. And so is Louise, the sharpshooter), he professes his love for Susan and demands she divorce Harmon. One thing after another eventually leads Marcellus’ driving his car off a cliff and into the Hudson River. Guess who gets accused of murder?” 

As mentioned before, McDowell’s crowning achievement in his short forty-nine years as a prolific writer (who apparently wrote 19 novels between 1980 and 1987) was his Southern Gothic horror tales. But he also wrote books, mostly crime stories and other thrillers which were released under a few pseudonyms like Axel Young, Nathan Aldyne, Mike McCray and Preston MacAdam, as well as these three romantic murder mysteries featuring Jack and Susan. 

As with the first two, both Susan and Jack are always, impossibly noble, kindhearted New Yorker's. Jack and Susan in 1933 is perhaps my favorite of the three (the one set in 1913 is great as well). It’s a more straight-forward tale (though a movie version would cut a lot of the first half out) that would’ve been something the studio system of the 1930’s could’ve done. It’s more expansive than others, though, starting in New York and ending in the deserts north of Reno. It shines when Barbara Beaumont ("Jack, you remember Susan, don't you?" Barbara managed to suggest that Susan was the sort of person you forget unless you were daily reminded of her existence and shown photographs of her face.) is present, the bitchest woman I’ve seen in a long time. Here, I think, McDowell was able to channel what a lot of gay men have: a deep sarcasm and the love for strong women. Barbara may not be the strongest, but makes it up with cutting lines and great fashion sense. She is a scumbag, like Harmon, so she’s fun to hate. 

As noted, the climax occurs in Pyramid City, (a real life ghost town) Nevada. As these books works, the land is owned by Susan, via a long-dead uncle who bought the land in search of silver (and now run as a fat farm, which is managed by a cousin of Susan who is obviously a lesbian). It’s here, as well, where Jack makes a fateful discovery in the bowels of an abandoned mineshaft.  That’s with the help of the obligatory mutt, of course, although there are two dogs here, Scottish Terriers named Scotty and Zelda.  

It’s clear that McDowell once again did his research and the attention to detail is great. I will probably start searching for his other books, both the horror ones and his other thrillers. But in the meantime, other books call and I need to get to them.

Books: Jack & Susan in 1913 By Michael McDowell (1986)

“It's 1913, and the world is thrilling to that fabulous invention, the motion picture. In their drab New York rooming-house, Jack and Susan are just across the river from glamorous Fort Lee, New Jersey, home of the exciting new film industry. But when the movies move West, Jack and Susan (and Tripod) decide to go along with them, only to discover that not all of the bad guys are on the silver screen.”

 

As noted, for the next book in this series, author Michael McDowell jumps back in time to the year 1913 and the early days of the motion picture industry. This time around Susan is an actress and Jack an inventor (who is and isn’t). After a run-in with the mysterious Russian Consul, on her way home from the theater on a snowy street in January, Susan breaks her leg. A mister John Austin feels guilty because the commotion, and threw a bunch of circumstances that can only happen in these books, she finds herself nearly penniless as no one wants to hire an actress in a plaster cast. Susan finds herself courted by a shadowy fan, soon after, while constantly running into Jack, who lives below her and always finds ways to call attention to him. The tinkerer, named Jack Beaumont, is working on a instrument to help the Cosmic Film Company that holds film in place as it passes through movie cameras. Soon, with intervention of Jack, Susan finds her way into the burgeoning “flicker” business, where she finds steady work as a screenwriter and casts Jack in her films. 

There is a lot interesting bits in this second novel, mostly a fascinating look at the early film industry. In some ways, I can praise McDowell for his intricate eye for historical research and accurate details. There are digs at Motion Picture Patents Company, started by Thomas Edison and others in 1908 and which was notorious for enforcing those who could be seen as competition, by refusing equipment (like cameras and film stock) to uncooperative filmmakers and theatre owners. They were not above terrorizing independent film producers, as well. It was eventually disbanded by court order in 1918 as they were seen holding a monopoly and being anti-competitive. Ironically, The Movie Trust, which was based in New York and other cities of the East Coast, was indirectly responsible for the establishment of Hollywood, Calif., as the nation’s film capital, since many independent filmmakers migrated to the latter town to escape the Trust’s restrictive influence in the East. 

There is also an obvious anti-Semite issue that existed in Hollywood in that time period, as Jack discovers when trying to rent a room (though it’s also covered by additional issues with people who work in the movie industry –like a lot new fangled things, the early silent era was seen more  lowly than the stage- and Hollywood at the time appeared to be a “dry town” –no alcohol) 

Anyways, the book follows the formula as the first, and sits well in the era of the time when films such as this book would’ve been popular –I think they may have been B films. A lot happens to both Susan and Jack, most of it silly by our standards of today, but plausible in era that the book is set. Yes, Susan is portrayed as more independent and smarter than most, but I don’t think that is a stretch to say there were women of that period who could more than what life handed them as females of the human species.

Suffice it to say, it all works out in the end, which takes place in the far-off land of Hollywood, CA, during the making of the most monumental of Susan’s pictures.