Chess Hanrahan detective novels who had read all four in manuscript, and, in
fact, had used the manuscript of the last in that series, Honors
Due, in her detective literature course at a major university, asked me
when she could expect the fifth adventure of the scrutinizer of all things
observable. I do not recall what my answer was then. She had already read the
manuscripts of the first two Cyrus Skeen Roaring Twenties novels, China
Basin and The
Head of Athena. Whether or not she had liked them, I cannot recall,
either. But she expressed a preference for another Hanrahan.
there will be no more Hanrahan detective novels, and why there will be no more
Merritt Fury suspense novels, either. I will also explain why I have dwelt in
the past and produced five Cyrus Skeen detective novels set in the late 1920’s,
the latest being A
Crimson Overture, which edges into the 1930’s.
should mention in the beginning that what inspired me to write A Crimson Overture was Diana West’s American
Betrayal: The Secret Assault on Our Nation’s Character, reviewed in my
Enemy Inside the Gates (June 8, 2013), in which she documents the influence
Communists inside our government had on our foreign policies regarding Nazi
Germany, the Soviet Union, and the conduct of World War II. I had always
suspected that there was something rotten in that particular phase of American
history, and West lays out the whole stinking smorgasbord. She embarked on her
project, not wholly incidentally, because she wanted to know why Islamists were
having such an influence on our foreign policy, a policy which has grown in
suicidal leaps and bounds in scale going back to at least the Carter-Reagan
findings here. You must read her book and judge for yourself. I will say that I
agree with her thesis one hundred percent.
Chameleon, the detective’s curiosity is piqued when he is paid with a
bad check before he has even begun to look into the matter he was hired to investigate.
He discovers a murder and an embryonic Nazi Bund a-budding in a university town
south of San Francisco. And in the previous title, The
Daedâlus Conspiracy, he journeys north of San Francisco to investigate
and foil a possible plot to assassinate a prominent U.S. Senator.
delves into the murder of a courier of important information regarding the
Soviet and Communist infiltration of our government, and before the third
decade is even over (the following decade, the 1930’s, will be deemed the
“Red Decade”; that is the allegorical meaning of the title).
as a writer to work in this series, in that time period, is that the
protagonist has far more freedom of
action than he would have if he undertook the same actions today. More
importantly, he is psychologically
healthier, as are many characters in the series’ “supporting
cast.” These aspects are important to me as the writer, as the creator.
Were they absent, were they not values I hold in high esteem, I would not be
able to lift a pen or poise my hands over a keyboard to write a single word.
and imbue the protagonists with the element of unabridged, unopposed volition
that is characteristic of Cyrus Skeen, is psychologically impossible for me to
accomplish. My mind and creative powers revolt against the prospect. They
refuse to generate any ideas that would lend themselves to a credible story. My
mind stops cold.
like. Or a lack of imagination. But it is my psychological health I am speaking
of here, and no one else can judge it.
values that such characters were likely to hold in that period.
contemporary detective and suspense writers manage to write what they do with
stories set in our own time. I can only hypothesize.
peril posed by a government daily acquiring the character of a dictatorship or
totalitarian régime. This cluelessness or perceptual malaise would include not
just the omnivorous power-seeking entities such as the NSA, the DHS, and the
TSA, among other federal usurpers of freedom, but all the other intrusive and
regulatory Goliaths such as the EEOC, the IRS, the FDA, the SEC, the HHS, the
EPA, and other alphabetical abominations. Such writers seem to take these
things as the metaphysical given, or even as metaphysically necessary, and craft their stories to
accept them as benign, practical, or workable.
Skeen is often in conflict with the federal authorities of his time, such as
the Treasury Department’s Bureau of Prohibition. He freely, in defiance of the
18th Amendment, consumes alcohol and patronizes restaurants that
serve it. He is not above letting the air out of the tires of the automobiles
of Revenue Agents., or even taking a sock at a Revenuer.
that the enforcement of the 18th Amendment began with an arm of the
Bureau of Internal Revenue, responsible for collecting taxes on alcohol. It was
temporarily transferred to the Federal Bureau of Investigation in 1933, and
when the 18th Amendment was repealed, enforcement and collection of
the alcohol tax was returned to the IRS. The ATF, or the Bureau of Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms, is its SWAT-happy descendent.
detective who solves moral paradoxes in four titles, and Merritt Fury, a
fiercely independent entrepreneur in three, have been “optimized,” given
the nature and character of today’s political and literary culture. That is, there
are no more credible actions possible to them in terms of the scope of action
they might follow to preserve their values or their lives.
culture that prohibits or regulates the kinds of actions they take, no action
of Mind, and Honors
Due), and the Fury series (Whisper
the Guns, We
Three Kings, and Run
From Judgment), I was pushing the edge of the credibility envelope even
then. This was in the 1970’s and early 1980’s, when some leeway in action was
possible and even credible. If they acted in a new story, set in contemporary
America, as they do in those novels, they would immediately run afoul of some
agency of government enforcement. It is a consequence I could not evade. And,
technically, that would be the end of the story that would never be written.
globe-trotting entrepreneur, submitting to the TSA’s groping and searching at
an airport. I can’t. I won’t. Imagine Chess Hanrahan ingratiating himself with
a murder suspect, sensitive to hurting the suspect’s feelings and risking a
lawsuit. I can’t. I won’t.
Hanrahan and Fury would not survive in today’s culture. They would find it as
repellant, esthetically barren, morally bankrupt, hostile, and doomed as I do. The
only alternative for them would be for me to pen a fantasy. I am not a fan of
fantasies. So, Chess Hanrahan and Merritt Fury are on strike. They will not
reappear until, as John Galt says to Dagny at the end of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged, “the road is
philosophical statement, if anything can be called that, my magnum opus is the Sparrowhawk series of novels set in
England and Virginia in the pre-Revolutionary period and ending with the
outbreak of war. That also is a series I wrote because its protagonists had
freedom of action, and the freedom to think without worry of repercussions, and
who were not vehicles of a cramped epistemology, as most men are today.
highlight some premonitions of things to come, and try to emphasize some
parallels between Skeen’s time and our own. Skeen is a man of the mind as well
as a man of action. He is a perfectly integrated man. He notes, on occasion,
the intrusions of the irrational in art and politics and even social mores. In A Crimson Overture, for example, he
wonders about the futility of President Wilson having sent American troops to
restore “democracy” in Russia during that country’s Civil War after
World War I. The parallels between the American role in the Northern Russia
intervention, led by Britain, and our own intervention in, say, Libya, are too
obvious to dwell on here.
until he reaches a time when he is no longer free to act without incurring
political or social penalties. I will refuse to submit him, and his wife, Dilys,
and their compatriots in spirit, to the indignities and baseness of our time.