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I said one hour, yet here you are, still in your underwear. Take your time. We're only being hunted by killers.

This is pretty nice work by French illustrator James Hodges for Éditions Baudelaire and its Détective Pocket edition of William Ard’s Donne moi cette femme. It’s copyright 1963, and bears Hodges’ signature on the lower left of the front cover.

The title translates as “give me this woman.” Usually French retitles are wildly different from the English originals, but this is a rare case where that isn’t true. This book is the French version of Ard’s 1962 thriller Give Me This Woman.

We’ve talked about Ard, aka Ben Kerr, aka Mike Moran, et al before. We especially enjoyed Hell Is a City, When She Was Bad, and Club 17. Luckily, we also have four more of his efforts awaiting attention on our shelves. In short: we think he’s great. Read anything you can find by him.

James Hodges was a prolific artist who worked not only in publishing, but advertising, television, set design, puppet making, and live special effects, at one point designing the visuals for Christian Fechner’s Grand Guignol at the famed Théâtre de l’Européen. Later in his multi-faceted career he even delved into illusion and stage direction. We’ve shared many of his pieces, and you can see a few here and here. He’ll surely pop up on our website again.

Temperatures rise and tempers fray in Ard thriller.

We’ve been searching for everything we can find by William Ard because his books have been consistently good. This Popular Library edition of 1955’s Hell Is a City has George Mayers cover art. We dove right into it, and the narrative (which is unrelated to the movie of the same name) focuses again on Ard’s NYC private investigator Timothy Dane, who this time tries to prove that a slam-dunk murder charge is a frame put together by a predatory cop.

Ard reveals this in chapter one, when young Jamie Colyero, barely more than a boy, shoots the cop who tries to rape his sister Rita. The cop had been after her for weeks, and finally plants heroin on Jamie, engineers an arrest, then tells Rita the charges can possibly dropped if she meets him at a hotel and gives up her goodies. Out of desperation to help her brother, she agrees.

Unbeknownst to her, she’s followed to the hotel by her brother, who’s out on bail, and Jamie kicks in the door and ruins the cop’s plan—lethally. Dane is in the picture shortly thereafter, working for a newspaper editor who wants to expose the lies of a rival sheet that has used its pages to turn the dirty cop into a saint. All of this will swing the next mayoral election, so the stakes are as high as can be.

Long story short, the book is great. Like other Ard tales it moves exceedingly fast for a piece of vintage fiction, racing through numerous twists and scrapes, with intermittent bursts of action, until it reaches a conclusion that shakes the city to its foundations and leaves readers satisfied. If you enjoy 1950s crime novels, read anything by Ard. You won’t regret it.

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It’s official. William Ard, in all his incarnations, is a trusted author. In 1960’s When She Was Bad, the follow-up to 1959’s As Bad As I Am, Danny Fontaine is now a fledgeling detective on his first case. Many mid-century detectives are ladykillers, but Fontaine is on a level that silences rooms when he enters. He’s what women these days might amusingly call a “dilf”—a detective I’d like to fuck. His job is to locate a missing minor royal, a thrillseeker who’s caused a ruckus from Grand Bahama to New York City but now may be in trouble way over her head. Fontaine mixes with women ranging from a marquess related by marriage to the Queen of England to a trio of top rank call girls, and they all fall hard for him. His efforts to earn his wings as a private operator under these circumstances are often funny and always exciting. Simply put, Ard’s got skills. The cover art on this Dell edition is by Robert McGinnis, and he’s got skills too.
Do you ever put the gun away? I'm just wondering because you'll probably need two hands for what I have planned.

We recently called Barye Phillips a ubiquitous illustrator, but we keep running into Robert McGinnis too. Which mid-century artist do you suppose painted the most paperback covers? Surely both Phillips and McGinnis have to be in the running. Here’s the latter’s masterful work on the cover of William Ard’s Wanted: Danny Fontaine, a 1960 re-issue of 1959’s As Bad As I Am. In this novel the title character has just been paroled after his third prison stint. Because his crimes always involve helping damsels in distress, a provision of his parole is that he must stay away from women for eighteen months. That’s not easy. He has movie star looks on a six-four frame, and an overt but non-aggressive masculinity wrapped inside a genuine charm that verges on innocence. All of that makes him irresistible to women. But the fact that his probabtion officer can’t wait to send him back to prison offers all the motivation he needs to keep his life unentangled.

Unfortunately, Fontaine gets entangled anyway. He gets involved in a cop killing, at which point a beautiful actress named Gloria Allen risks everything to come to his aid. We thought it was a clever thematic reversal by Ard after taking such lengths to portray Fontaine as a habitual white knight. The man who’s gone to prison three times rescuing women is doomed unless a woman helps him—and at great risk to herself, since the police have gone full vigilante in an attempt to avenge one of their own. While the plot Ard spins is unlikely in parts, and there are some of the issues regarding race that are endemic to vintage fiction, Danny Fontaine and Gloria Allen are both winning creations, the supporting cast is good, and the story is propulsive. With this one on his ledger, plus the excellent Club 17 and Deadly Beloved, we may have to elevate Ard to our top rank of vintage crime authors, that lofty designation we like to call “trusted.”

No, my husband doesn't mind that I have sex with other men. Though he probably would if he knew.

Ben Kerr, who we first knew as Mike Moran, then William Ard, might make the trusted author category. His 1957 novel Club 17 is a nice little yarn. It deals with a down-on-her-luck actress finally driven to prostitution, but her first customer is a vice cop out to bust the crime ring she works for, which operates out of an unassuming Manhattan watering hole called Club 17.

She can’t go through with the deed, which transforms the cop’s appraisal of her from hooker to sweetheart, and romance is born. We know what you’re thinking, but the same old motif of love at first sight works because Kerr writes fast and with style. He had to write fast—he churned out three books a year, but his work didn’t suffer for it. Some writers just have that gift. He pulls together a cohort of major characters—the cop, the call girl, the groomer, the pimp, a political climber, his two-timing wife, and a private investigator—and effortlessly sets the narrative spinning within only twenty pages.

Turning to the cover, which is amazing, it’s unattributed, but we think it’s by Ray Johnson. He was working with Popular Library from at least 1955 onward, as we’ve shown you here and here. The rear cover below reinforces our conviction on this. Look below and note the hair, the shape of the face, and that certain lift of the eyebrows, then check the links. He’s the prime suspect. If so, excellent work, from a top rank illustrator.

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Victor Kalin went the tight focus route with this cover of an orange femme fatale he painted for William Ard’s 1958 thriller Deadly Beloved, also published as The Root of His Evil. We love the art, and we loved the book too. An insurance investigator named Tim Dane is hired to transport a $100,000 gambling debt from an unlucky loser to a Miami hood named John Cashman. Cashman plans to use the money to help finance a war in Latin America, but that’s just background. The more immediate part of the narrative involves an exotic dancer named Lissa, real name Elizabeth Ann Miller, who he has ringfenced with the help of 24/7 bodyguards and a lifetime management contract. Dane ignores warnings to keep away and is soon giving Lissa deep nocturnal lovin’—a pleasure that could cost his life if Cashman finds out about it. Ard, who also wrote as Ben Kerr, Mike Moran, et al, is a talented stylist with an approach all his own. His way of cutting transitional exposition is pretty neat. Every writer is required to do it, but Ard can cross town within the space of a sentence and still not sound like he’s rushing. We’re already trawling the auction sites for more from him. Highly entertaining.

Edit: We got an e-mail asking exactly what we meant by “cutting transitional exposition.” We don’t want to search through the book for an example, so we’ll make up one. It would go something like this. “He decided he’d have to drive to Coral Gables to ask Cashman in person, and two days later when the door opened to his knock, he was surprised that it wasn’t a servant but Cashman himself who answered.”

First of all, hell no. Second, why are you wearing lipstick? And third, crushed strawberry is not your color.

When it comes to mid-century fiction, basically all the guys had problems respecting women’s boundaries. There are so many covers of the above type we could curate an entire collection. We can’t think of any others, however, where the guy looks like he’s wearing lipstick. We checked a few other examples of this one online, just in case this look was courtesy of some kid with a crayon, but he’s wearing that crushed strawberry in all of them. Not that we disapprove. More guys probably should do it. We’ve done it, and it was fun, if not even educational. But maybe we’re drilling too deep into this subject. Boundaries we were talking about, right? So, Mike Moran was aka Ben Kerr, Jonas Ward, and Thomas Wills, and this book deals with a private eye who takes a job bodyguarding a boxer who’s run into problems as the night of a big bout approaches. Reviews are mixed to middling. But this cover opens the door to all sorts of discussion, which makes it worth sharing. 1953 on this.

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The headlines that mattered yesteryear.

1916—Richard Harding Davis Dies

American journalist, playwright, and author Richard Harding Davis dies of a heart attack at home in Philadelphia. Not widely known now, Davis was one of the most important and influential war correspondents ever, establishing his reputation by reporting on the Spanish-American War, the Second Boer War, and World War I, as well as his general travels to exotic lands.

1919—Zapata Is Killed

In Mexico, revolutionary leader Emiliano Zapata is shot dead by government forces in the state of Morelos, after a carefully planned ambush. Following the killing, Zapata’s revolutionary movement and his Liberation Army of the South slowly fall apart, but his political influence lasts in Mexico to the present day.

1925—Great Gatsby Is Published

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel The Great Gatsby is published in New York City by Charles Scribner’s Sons. Though Gatsby is Fitzgerald’s best known book today, it was not a success upon publication, and at the time of his death in 1940, Fitzgerald was mostly forgotten as a writer and considered himself to be a failure.

1968—Martin Luther King Buried

American clergyman and civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr., is buried five days after being shot dead on a Memphis, Tennessee motel balcony. April 7th had been declared a national day of mourning by President Lyndon B. Johnson, and King’s funeral on the 9th is attended by thousands of supporters, and Vice President Hubert Humphrey.

1953—Jomo Kenyatta Convicted

In Kenya, Jomo Kenyatta is sentenced to seven years in prison by the nation’s British rulers for being a member of the Mau Mau Society, an anti-colonial movement. Kenyatta would a decade later become independent Kenya’s first prime minister, and still later its first president.

1974—Hank Aaron Becomes Home Run King

Major League Baseball player Hank Aaron hits his 715th career home run, surpassing Babe Ruth’s 39-year-old record. The record-breaking homer is hit off Al Downing of the Los Angeles Dodgers, and with that swing Aaron puts an exclamation mark on a twenty-four year journey that had begun with the Indianapolis Clowns of the Negro League, and would end with his selection to Major League Baseball’s Hall of Fame.

Edições de Ouro and Editora Tecnoprint published U.S. crime novels for the Brazilian market, with excellent reworked cover art to appeal to local sensibilities. We have a small collection worth seeing.
Walter Popp cover art for Richard Powell's 1954 crime novel Say It with Bullets.
There have been some serious injuries on pulp covers. This one is probably the most severe—at least in our imagination. It was painted for Stanley Morton's 1952 novel Yankee Trader.

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