Pulp Friday: Kings Cross Black Magic

Kings Cross Black MagicToday’s Pulp Friday is a great example of exploitative pulp dressed up as quasi-serious sociological inquiry, Kings Cross Black Magic by the wonderfully named, Attila Zohar.

It’s also one of the more unusual pieces of pulp fiction produced in the sixties and seventies in response to the real and imagined goings on in Sydney’s notorious vice strip, Kings Cross.

I just love the cover of this book. The minimal furnishings, the title font, the female model, who I presume is supposed to look ‘Satanic’ but comes across more as a sort of sullen drag queen. It speaks of things that just shouldn’t be talked about in polite company, which, in turn, only makes me more curious.

Kings Cross Black Magic was released by Horwitz publications in 1965. According to the University of Ortago’s wonderful pulp fiction website, Attila Zohar was a pseudonym for James Holledge. Holledge was a former clerk who became part of the stable of in-house writers brought together by Horwitz in the early sixties. He wrote approximately 45 books between 1961 and 1970, most of them salacious journalistic tracks parading as sociological expose.

His titles included Australia’s Wicked Women (1963), Crimes Which Shocked Australia (1963) and Women Who Sell Sex (1964) and What Makes a Call Girl (1964). Full makes if you can start to see a pattern here. National borders were no barrier to Holledge. Kimono Strip (1965) was as expose of sex industry in Japan, “a country of ten thousand pleasures”. Paris After Dark (1965) promised an “expose of the fabulous city of women, strip tease, folies and a new type of call girl”.

It’s fairly safe to assume Horwitz’s expense account didn’t stretch to actually paying for Holledge to travel to either Japan or France and, in the era before the Internet, one can only imagine him having to piece together those exposes from library books, the odd film and his fevered imagination.

Teenage Jungle, published in 1964 (cover below) is another classic Holledge effort. In what could have been pulled straight from last night’s episode of A Current Affair, it was billed as a “confidential report” that “explodes the teenage myth”. The front cover screamed: “Boys and girls alike nowadays are a rough, cruel, crude collection, thinking largely in terms of sex and sadism…”

In between his various exposes, Holledge found time to pen his share of Nazi and Japanese prison camp atrocity books.

Kings Cross Black Magic was presumably written to cash in on the tabloid feeding frenzy around Roseleen Norton, dubbed the “Witch of Kings Cross”. The back cover blurb is terrific:

“Behind the glittering panorama of strip joints and all male shows the Cross has another facade… mysterious sinister, that ensnares the unwary into Satanic séances and the depraved orgies of black magic. Frenzied sex rites take place which stun and horrify.”

If you’re interested in seeing more Holledge titles, there’s a great selection of them on this Pinterest site here.

Teenage Jungle

The Silent Partner

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Earlier this year I did a series of posts on my love of heist films, what my favourite ones are, and how they differ from caper films.

The number one rule of a solid heist film is the heist always, always goes wrong, whereas caper films put more emphasis on comedy and the criminals often get away with it.

What to make, then, of the 1978 Canadian film, The Silent Partner?

I’d heard about this film around the traps, never prioritised viewing it because of the star, Elliot Gould, an actor I’ve never much cared for, and what I perceived to be its caper feel.

Wow, was I wrong.

Gould plays Miles Cullen, a teller in a small bank in a large Toronto shopping mall. He’s a boring nobody who secretly lusts after another teller, Julie (played by Susannah York), and whose only passion is collecting tropical fish.

That all changes the day he learns the bank is about to be robbed after finding a discarded note on one the bank’s counters. He quickly deduces that the culprit is a guy in a Santa suit whose working the crowd outside the bank and whose ‘give to charity sign’ is done in the same hand writing as the discarded note.

But instead of telling his boss or going to the cops Miles devises a plan to keep most of the cash from his transactions, thus ensuring that when Santa robs the bank he’ll get far less money.

It’s a bad move. Santa is a career criminal called Harry Reikle (a brilliant and very different performance by Christopher Plummer). Reilke likes to wear mascara and dress in drag. He got a thing for beating up and raping unsuspecting women who attend the local sauna he hangs out at. And it doesn’t take him long to figure out that he take from the robbery is far less than it should be and there’s only person who could have the money.

Reikle embarks on a campaign to intimidate Miles to give him the additional money, a campaign that quickly escalates from threatening calls in the middle of the night too much more serious methods of persuasion. Miles resists, in the process throwing aside his inhibitions and engineering a series of devious counter moves.

It’s virtually impossible to go further without engaging in some major plot spoilers.h. Just go and see it. Seriously, it’s a terrific film that defies being easily categorised into either a heist or caper film. The Silent Partner also has a great seventies period feel, John Candy plays one of Mile’s co-workers, and features the only murder I can remember seeing being committed on screen using a fish tank.

The only Ghost Money I want to read about

Ghost MoneyThere’s been a hell of a lot of talk about Ghost Money over the last few weeks.

My Google Alerts have been running hot with mention of it. Unfortunately, they are not referring to my gritty crime thriller set in mid-nineties Cambodia. They are referring to secret payments made by Afghanistan’s prime minister Hamid Karzai by the CIA and Britain’s MI6, with the aim of maintaining access to the Afghan leader and his top allies and officials.

The only type of Ghost Money I want to hear about is the type pictured above.

Here’s the pitch:

Cambodia, 1996, the long-running Khmer Rouge insurgency is fragmenting, competing factions of the coalition government scrambling to gain the upper hand. Missing in the chaos is businessman Charles Avery. Hired to find him is Vietnamese Australian ex-cop Max Quinlan.

But Avery has made dangerous enemies and Quinlan is not the only one looking. Teaming up with Heng Sarin, a local journalist, Quinlan’s search takes him from the freewheeling capital Phnom Penh to the battle scarred western borderlands. As the political temperature soars, he is slowly drawn into a mystery that plunges him into the heart of Cambodia’s bloody past.

Ghost Money is a crime nove about Cambodia in the mid-nineties, a broken country, what happens to those trapped between two periods of history, the choices they make, what they do to survive.

Ghost Money is still getting great reviews. It’s available as a digital book in print here.

For readers in Sydney who have yet to pick up a copy, print editions of Ghost Money are also available at Pages and Pages Bookstore, 878 Military Road, Mosman.

Pulp Friday: Trashing

Trashing“Gentle Ann in the clutches of a stone-freak revolutionary mad mob.”

A lot of the books we consider radical or counter cultural pulp fiction where written by people who, in reality, had nothing to with the actual scene but just wanted to cash in on it.

Today’s Pulp Friday book, Trashing, was written by someone intimately involved in the sixties counter culture. Released by Belmont Tower Books in 1972, the author, Ann Fettamen, was a pseudonym for Anita Hoffman, wife of Abbie Hoffman. In true Yippie style, Hoffman puffed the book (“Ann Fettamen is the Nancy Drew of the revolution… Trashing makes Harold Robbins read like Homer”). So did fellow Yippie Jerry Rubin.

The book is a semi-autobilographical tale of a young woman who gets involved in the counter culture after meeting a charismatic revolutionary, and engages in all manner of Yippie activities.

The back cover blurb is as follows:

“The perils of Ann.

Orgies, drugs, stealing and revolutionary mad-making are part of the underground’s daily life. When Ann, a nice girl from a good home, falls in love with a subterranean guru she meets the hippies head-on. After an LSD wedding in Central Park, Ann settles for the humdrum existence of pot-smoking, group sex and biker rumbles, credit card stealing and takeover of the New York Stock Exchange. An all-too-true saga of the youth movement today.”

I first saw Trashing reviewed in Iain McIntyre’s wonderful book Sticking It to the Man! This book is almost impossible to get hold of. Thanks to Iain for the loan of it here.

Crime Factory issue 13 is out

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A heads up that issue 13 of Crime Factory is out (with cover design by the one and only Eric Beetner, who also did the cover for my novel, Ghost Money)

In this issue I talk to Dwayne Epstein, author of the new Lee Marvin bio, Lee Marvin Point Blank, about Marvin’s life and movies and what it was like to research a book on one of the true icons of masculine cool.

But that’s just one piece among many, including:

Michael A Gonzales interviews Gary Phillips and Tommy Hancock, creators of the new anthology, Black Pulp.

Ruth Dugdall talks working with and writing about criminals with Angela Savage.

Tom Darin Liskey gives true crime reportage from Indian Country.

Elusive Ozploitation icon Roger Ward is interviewed about his career by James Hopwood.

Plus Kennedy assassination pulp fiction (and no, I didn’t know such a thing existed either before this issue, either), great fiction and reviews.

It’s a bargain at 99 cents for the Kindle version or $5.99 plus postage for the print version.

Or, if you’re on a budget (or just stingy), you can download the PDF here for free.

And Melbourne folk, while I’m pulling on your coat about Crime Factory related matters, this coming Tuesday, May 14, Crime Factory Publications is proud to be teaming up with Cinecult 303 for a screening of Lee Marvin’s cult classic, Prime Cut (which I reviewed on this site here).

Come along, 7pm, at 303 High St, Northcote.

Starring Lee Marvin, Gene Hackman and Sissy Spacek, this 1972 film is eighty-eight minutes of pulp weirdness – part exploitation flick, part brutal, hard-boiled, crime story. Marvin plays Nick Devlin, a tough as nails enforcer who is hired to go to Kansas City and retrieve half a million dollars owed to the Chicago mob by a slaughterhouse Kingpin called Mary Ann.

For sale at the event will be Crime Factory Publications’ Lee Marvin inspired anthology, LEE. It should be a great night.