I don't know whether I should feel guilty or not, but I like Mickey Spillane's books. I grant the case against him--a near-fascist attitude, a haphazard sense of plotting, Neanderthal attitudes toward women-- and yet . . . and yet . . . Spillane's books have a genuine earthiness to them, and working-stiff -as-author feel that make them somehow less contrived than books by intellectuals like Chandler and Ross Macdonald (yes, I love their books too, but often their education shows through where it needn't). Spillane also has a marvelous narrative drive and an occasional poetic sense of description. Was it Spillane who once said that no one in his books drinks cognac or has a mustache, because he can't spell those words? Spillane is, himself, a nice guy. Some years ago, I wrote to him and he kindly inscribed my copies of his books. Doug - # RARA-AVIS: To unsubscribe, say "unsubscribe rara-avis" # to majordomo@icomm.ca