Paul Coates — Confidential File, March 28, 1959




Confidential File

Mash Notes and Comments

Paul_coates(Press Release) "Americans are too modest!

"Branded as braggarts by the rest of the world, we nevertheless suffer from a highly sensitized cultural inferiority complex.

"We
consider ourselves peerless in science, technology and industrial
know-how, but when it comes to art forms and culture, we meekly take a
back seat to the Old World.

"Let’s stop underselling ourselves.
Let’s realize that we, too, have names to be proud of–names like
Gilbert Stuart, John Singleton Copley, Thomas Sully, JamesMcNeill
Whistler, Winslow Homer, Charles M. Russell and Frederic Remington.
They prove that American art is second to none, and that we can be as
elated about our pictorial representations as the Europeans are about
theirs."

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"Our committee was formed to bring these facts home to
Americans everywhere. We emphasize Western Americana because too many
pseudo-intellectuals tend to frown upon this great art form as mere
‘cowboys and Indians.’ " (signed Committee for the Restoration of
American Western Art, New York City.

–If you haven’t played it, don’t knock it.

::

"Dear Paul,

"The
other night on the ‘Bob Hope Show’ Julie London did a sketch with Hope
during which she kept calling him ‘Adam.’ Unfortunately this has had
serious repercussions for a member of one of our client’s family.

"How
can this be? you are probably asking yourself. Well, Paul, actress
Jewell Lain has a giant (135 pounds) French poodle named Adam. He was
dozing peacefully in the bedroom that fatal evening of the Hope show
when, suddenly, his ears perked up at the melodic call of Miss London
calling "Oh, Adam’ (which was really to Hope on the TV screen).

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"The
dog thought it was his owner calling him so he trotted into the living
room only to find her engrossed in the program and paying no attention
to him at all. So he went back to the bedroom.

"Again came the
plaintive call of Julie London, ‘Oh, Adam.’ so the animal trotted
happily into the living room expecting to find his mistress anxious to
see him. But, alas, he was sadly disappointed.

"Two more times
it happened and on each occasion the disillusioned poodle sulkily
returned to the bedroom. When the program was finally over and Jewell
did call him he wouldn’t come. To this very day he won’t respond to her
call." (signed) Dodge, Heigh & Associates, Beverly Hills.

–Neither will I. but one call from Julie London and I’d bark

::

"Dear Mr. Coates,

"Welcome
to the Low Cholesterol Club! Oh, I’m not going to rub it in, the fat, I
mean. I just want to say it isn’t as bad as all that.

"It may
take a while to get used to no butter on the bread and you’ll die when
you smell the restaurant odors. But you’ll get over it and feel better.
Oh, well,Pollyanna, get it over with.

"I just wanted you to
take this to your wife and tell her that veal is low in fat and when it
or chicken are cooked down in a little wine it is pretty darned good.

"Anyway,
Paul, if you can stand it, yogurt makes a wonderful dressing on salad
(spiked up for variations) and we have learned to prefer a piece of
toast slathered with yogurt over a thin film of jelly. You see, we
voluntarily cut out cholesterol foods because I adore my husband and I
wish to keep him for as long as possible.

"I’m sure your wife feels the same way." (signed) Lenore Nicholson, Hollywood.

–About your husband?

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In the Theaters — March 28, 1978




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Trouble Was His Business — Raymond Chandler




Tour Casts New Light on Raymond Chandler’s Old L.A.

* A Minnesota couple trace the steps of the novelist’s best-known character.

April 4, 2004

By Erika Hayasaki, Times Staff Writer

Bonnie
Olson stood in the lobby of the Oviatt Building on Olive Street
downtown on Saturday, beneath the ceilings adorned with triangular
glass, and read a passage from the Raymond Chandler novel "The Lady in
the Lake," in which he described this very setting.

"The
sidewalk in front of it had been built of black and white rubber
blocks. They were taking them up now to give to the government, and a
hatless pale man with a face like a building superintendent was
watching the work and looking as if it were breaking his heart," she
read, explaining that the structure was called the Treloar Building in
the book.

"The images he’s able to evoke of Los Angeles and the
past are powerful, maybe more powerful than actually seeing it in
reality," said Olson, who led eight people on a walking tour of
settings for Chandler’s books.

Olson and her husband, Brian,
were in town — from Minnesota of all places — to lead tours based on
their new guide, "Tailing Philip Marlowe."

The self-published
guide, available at Caravan Books on Grand Avenue, points out sites
mentioned in Chandler’s books, whose best-known character was private
detective Philip Marlowe.

Olson said she admires Chandler’s work
because of his poignant storytelling, language and dialogue. He is
studied along with great poets, writers and essayists, she said. Many
consider him to be one of Los Angeles’ quintessential writers, who
weaved real places, people and events into his fiction, a strength that
inspired fellow mystery writer Ross MacDonald to write: "Chandler wrote
like a slumming angel and invested the sun-blinded streets of Los
Angeles with a romantic presence."

For several decades, Olson,
an English teacher, and her husband, who works for the city of
Minneapolis, have been enchanted by Chandler’s descriptions of Los
Angeles, like the steps of City Hall, where Marlowe lighted a cigarette
as the cold wind blew in "Trouble Is My Business." Then there was the
Bradbury Building on South Broadway about which Chandler wrote: "The
dark narrow lobby was as dirty as a chicken yard" in "The High Window,"
in which the structure was called the Belfont Building.

The 2
1/2-hour tour began at the Oviatt Building and continued toward the Los
Angeles Public Library, which Chandler mentioned in "The Long Goodbye."

The
group headed to Bunker Hill, stopping at the top of the mothballed
Angels Flight cable trolley, which Chandler described in "The High
Window."

The group hiked to the 2nd Street tunnel, which
Chandler compared to the barrel of a gun in "The Big Sleep": "The
muzzle of the Luger looked like the mouth of the Second Street tunnel."

When
the couple visited Los Angeles three years ago, they wanted to explore
places mentioned in the novels, which captured the city in the 1930s
and ’40s. But they said they could not find a guide. So they returned
home and combed through all of Chandler’s stories, flagging
descriptions of settings with Post-it notes.

Then the Olsons
visited Los Angeles again, searching for the sites, and spent hours in
the library researching the city’s architectural history.

The
couple put together the 112-page guidebook with the help of family
members and a printer in Fargo, N.D., thinking they could use the books
as Christmas gifts.

"We did it to have fun together," Bonnie Olson said. "We had no idea it was going to be such a niche."

Australian
native Heath Ryan, 32, a fan of Chandler’s book "Playback," moved to
Los Angeles three years ago. He said he already had an idea of what the
city was like from Chandler’s descriptions.

"You get here and feel almost familiar with this place, even though you have never been here," Ryan said.

Ray Chin, 32, a downtown resident, said Chandler’s work has helped him understand how the city has evolved.

"It
isn’t so much the images of the city," Chin said. "It’s the historical
knowledge he gives about the city. It’s fascinating to see all of the
changes."

On Saturday, those on the tour hiked up to Bunker
Hill, where they rested on rows of marble benches in a courtyard
overlooking a pond, surrounded by towering skyscrapers. The outdoor
cafe tables were mostly empty, and a hair salon was closed. Beneath the
courtyard, homeless men and women slept on the grass, and the stairs
smelled like urine.

Many years ago, Chandler described the
setting, in "The High Window," like this: "Bunker is old town, lost
town, shabby town, crook town…. Out of the apartment houses come
women who should be young but have faces like stale beer; men with
pulled-down hats and quick eyes that look the street over behind the
cupped hand that shield the match flame; worn intellectuals with
cigarette coughs and no money in the bank; fly cops with granite faces
and unwavering eyes; cokies and coke peddlers."

Olson read that
passage and her husband explained that this was the neighborhood where
Marlowe found a dead body in an apartment.

"It was a romantic
time, a different time," Ryan said. "There were no freeways. It was the
center of the city. Now it feels a bit dead."

Note: To mark the 50th anniversary of Raymond Chandler’s death, the
Daily Mirror is revisiting some of The Times’ stories about his life and
influence. We invite the Daily Mirror’s readers to share their thoughts.

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Dodgers Give Angels the Silent Treatment, March 28, 1969

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The Dodgers and Angels were playing each other again and at least the Angels were doing their best to rebuild the rivalry.

"Peter O’Malley has instructed all his personnel not to say anything
about the Angels. That’s the word I get. They’re apparently afraid of
something." The Times’ Ross Newhan attributed the quote to a former
Dodger now working for the Angels. There were four possibilities:
general manager Dick Walsh, director of player personnel Lefty
Phillips, scout Kenny Myers and minor league manager Norm Sherry.

The teams last played each other in 1964, when the Angels were still
tenants of Dodger Stadium. The Angels had won the last five games in a
row.

On the record, Walsh said the Angels could talk about their
opponents: "This organization believes in free speech." It’s hard to
believe that The Times couldn’t find a Dodger willing to say something,
anything, to balance the Angel camp. Where was Tom Lasorda?

— Keith Thursby

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Lemuel S. Ellis — Early Los Angeles Photographer

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Daily Mirror readers may recall from one of the posts on "Spring Street Revisited" the sad story of early Los Angeles photographer Lemuel S. Ellis, left, who died in 1902. 

I recently heard from EBay vendor Tiffany Hadley of Columbia, Ky., who has listed six photos by Ellis. The photos are listed separately with bidding starting at $9.95. Let me make it perfectly clear that I have nothing to gain in any of the EBay items I feature. The point is always to draw attention to bits of Los Angeles history changing hands in the world’s biggest flea market. As with any EBay item, people should investigate an item and the vendor’s rating before submitting a bid.

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Photograph by Lemuel S. Ellis

This is an adobe home on what appears to be Carr Lane. A notation says it’s on Broadway, although Carr and North Broadway don’t intersect on my earliest map.

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Photograph by Lemuel S. Ellis

This is a home somewhere on Figueroa, according to a notation on the back.

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Photograph by Lemuel S. Ellis

A notation identifies this as "Flint’s Home." This could be Thomas Flint Jr., a California legislator from Hollister.

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Found on EBay — Elvis Presley

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This isn’t just any Elvis pin. According to the EBay vendor, this was purchased during Elvis Presley’s appearances at the Pan-Pacific Auditorium. Although the dealer gives the concert date of 1958 (when Presley was actually inducted into the Army) the notorious performances were in 1957. Bidding starts at $25.
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Matt Weinstock — March 27, 1959




The Scene Changes

Matt_weinstockdNot so
long ago a group of young ladies who worked in the same downtown office
met regularly for dinner at Lindy’s restaurant on Wilshire Boulevard.

These
were gay, informal occasions, relished by all, and even after some of
the girls quit their jobs or got married they continued to gather
there, less frequently, of course, for gossip.

Then their changing lives fanned them out from San Marino to Pacific Palisades to Torrance and they met only rarely.

A
reunion was planned recently and in high spirits and anticipation, with
compasses and watches synchronized, they converged on Lindy’s.

IN DISMAY and confusion, Pat Parks of Torrance reports, they discovered Lindy’s was closed two years ago and demolished a year ago.

1959_0327_blue_streak"In a way," Pat says, "we felt responsible."

This,
of course, is the history of Los Angeles. You not only can’t go home
again, you also can’t even recognize the street it used to be on.

::


TODAY’S

provocative thought concerns a well-known phrase, "In the background of
every successful man stands a woman." It was used, incidentally, when
Mamie Eisenhower was given an honorary doctorate of laws recently by an
eastern college. A heckler in the audience asks, "Who stands in the
background of every unsuccessful man, every criminal, alcoholic and
dope addict?"

These hecklers, always asking embarrassing questions, have got to go.

::

HEAD START

If cleanliness is next to godliness
As I’ve heard some people state,
With atom bombs clean
And clean gasoline
I’m a cinch for that Pearly Gate.

–JEFFREY RIMMER

::


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AFTER
A momentary qualm, Elsie Cordingley, a secretary, thinks the internal revenuers have a wonderful sense of humor.

The
way she added and subtracted in making out her Form 1040 she determined
Uncle Sam owed her $117. But she recently received a card advising her
she had made an error in her tax return. Naturally she had ominous
thoughts. The other day she received her refund check — for $124.

::


A MAN WHO
has a Volkswagen and wanted another has run into a curious situation At the VW
agency he was told there was a six-month waiting list. But some other
dealers, agents for American cars, offer immediate delivery on them —
at a $300 to $500 markup. So he wrote the factory asking an explanation.

He received an immediate reply from K.L. Barths, head of Volkswagenverks, Wolfsburg,
Germany, describing what he called "a sorry condition." The factory is
turning out 2,300 cars a day, he stated, but through circumstances
beyond anyone’s control many of them fall into unauthorized hands. Any other statement about the situation, Herr Barths added, was "mere volklore."

::


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ASIDE TO
Hal Humphrey: We’re there, pal. Heard a lady exclaim, "Did you see the so-and-so show on TV last night? The commercials were wonderful!"

::


AT RANDOM —
Overheard by Jim Mahoney
in the traffic fines building: "I guess I’m just arrest-prone!" …
Traffic baffler: A uniformed sailor was driving a green Army car on the
Hollywood Freeway … Julia Nye heard a man in a Hollywood restaurant
say, "What good will it do to send that Duncan woman to San Quentin?
She’ll just marry Caryl Chessman and collect his royalties" … Easter
bunny note: About a dozen jack rabbits were chawing at the weeds a few
yards from the thundering airliners at International Airport … Jack
Price’s appraisal of a delicate situation: The nicest part of flagpole sittin’ is the quittin’.   

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Paul Coates — Confidential File, March 27, 1959




Confidential File

A Depressing Story Brightens Up a Bit

Paul_coatesYesterday I told you a rather depressing story.

One of its central characters had coldly refused to display any concern for the lives of two young children.

I surveyed the facts with a cynical eye of a newspaperman and concluded that there could be no happy ending.

The two kids had been bitten by a dog.

They
faced the extremely painful and dangerous Pasteur treatment as a
precaution against rabies because, as their father told me, the woman
who owned the dog had spirited it away.

No dog, no quarantine.
And without adequate examination over a period of days, the Animal
Regulation Department obviously had no way of knowing if the dog were
infected.

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To be on the safe side, the kids were scheduled for Pasteur shots.

As I said, I could see no happy ending.

But plagued as I am by cynicism, I had overlooked one very important fact.

There are still some pretty decent people in this city.

Two of them stepped in to rewrite the story’s conclusion.

I don’t know one of them. She remains an anonymous voice on a telephone. But it was she who pinpointed the dog’s whereabouts.

I do know the identity of the other. He is deputy City Atty. Sam Palmer.

And he’s a guy who can get fighting mad.

That’s what he did yesterday when he heard the father’s story.

"It was a case of the general welfare being threatened by the malicious act of one person," he told me.

Palmer
picked up his phone. He called the people who had the dog and got them
to agree to cooperate with the Animal Regulation Department. The animal
was quarantined.

Then the young city prosecutor dispatched a
letter to the woman who disposed of the dog, asking her to be in his
office next Thursday for a hearing.

At that time, Palmer
promised, he will consider filing a misdemeanor complaint against her
charging six separate violations of the law.

"The trouble is,"
Palmer explained, "the laws involved in a case of this kind don’t
contain the kind of teeth they might. But I think this woman, if
guilty, should answer to society in some way.

"I," he added, "have a kid, too.

"It’s
inconceivable to me that anyone would refuse to help when a youngster
is threatened with anything as painful as the Pasteur treatment."

Dog Bite Law Is Specific

Palmer
called to my attention an obscure city ordinance which requires a pet
owner to take positive action in protecting the victim of a bite. The
law says:

"Should a dog or any other animal bite a person … it
shall be the duty of the owner … immediately to notify this
department (health) and surrender said animal to said department."

Palmer
conceded that the ordinance doesn’t allow law enforcement officers much
latitude in investigating animal bite cases when the person who owns
the offending pet refuses to cooperate.

"You can’t," he pointed out, "go around busting down people’s doors."

And, of course, you can’t.

But, if you’re a public official, you don’t have to throw up your hands in frustration in a case like this.

Sam Palmer didn’t.

And I hope he set a precedent.

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In the Theaters — March 27, 1976




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Aaron Spelling and His Mansion




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The Spelling mansion in 1993.


The Daily Mirror revisits the story of Aaron Spelling and his Holmby Hills mansion, which is for sale.

HE’S MADE TV WHAT IT IS TODAY

* Aaron Spelling is the most prolific producer in the history of
prime-time TV. Why doesn’t he just relax and retire to Fantasy Island?

September 8, 1996

For the Record
September 29, 1996

   Editor’s note: In the story about Aaron Spelling, The Times did not
mean to imply that he engaged in illegal activity to obtain his wealth,
and The Times apologizes if anyone inferred that he was engaged in
illegal activity.

By Hilary de Vries, Hilary de Vries’ last article for the magazine was a profile of Jodie Foster

On
May 21, Aaron Spelling, vice chairman of Spelling Entertainment Group
Inc., prepared for the company’s annual stockholders’ meeting. A man of
few but precise rituals, Spelling traded in his customary casual attire
and reluctantly put on a white shirt and dove-gray silk suit. He
lunched in his office–the meal served on a silver tray, as usual, by a
uniformed butler–and afterward was driven from the company
headquarters on Wilshire Boulevard west to the Regent Beverly Wilshire
Hotel.

Ever since he took his company public in
1986–solidifying his reputation, if not his reality, as one of
Hollywood’s wealthiest, most enigmatic citizens–Spelling has dreaded
these meetings. A shy, reclusive man, he has never overcome his
distaste for rubbing shoulders with strangers. As much as he loves
producing television–and he does love it again, now that "Beverly
Hills, 90210" and "Melrose Place" have restored some of the luster from
Spelling’s heyday with "Charlie’s Angels," "Fantasy Island" and
"Dynasty"–he prefers to leave the business side to others: Lee Gabler,
his agent; E. Duke Vincent, his producing partner, and Sumner Redstone,
chairman of Viacom, Spelling’s parent company since 1994.

Hillside District Residents Oppose Mansion

Construction: Three houses would be razed to build a 41,000-square-foot home on Tower Road for an anonymous owner.

August 2, 1992

By G. JEANETTE AVENT, SPECIAL TO THE TIMES

BEVERLY
HILLS — Some of Beverly Hills’ usually publicity-shy stars came out
and joined their neighbors this week to protest the building of a
luxurious 59,000-square-foot estate.

Actor Jack Lemmon, former
Hollywood gossip maven Rona Barrett, real estate investor-developer
Stuart Ketchum, a spokesman for MCA President Sidney J. Sheinberg and
about 40 other residents of the city’s exclusive Hillside district sat
patiently during the two-hour public hearing Wednesday, waiting to
express their opposition to the proposed project.

The project
calls for demolition of three homes on the four-acre site at 1146 Tower
Road. Built in their place would be a 41,000-square-foot, two-story,
10-bedroom residence with a basement, copper roof and stone columns in
a neoclassical style. The structure would include a gymnasium, grand
ballroom, cinema, library, wine storage area, china vault and elevators.

Plans
include a guardhouse with six bedrooms for staff, a five-bedroom guest
villa, a tennis court, pool and covered parking for 25 vehicles.
Construction on the buildings, which total 59,000 square feet of floor
space, is set to start in May.

The residence would be almost
seven times as large as the average 6,000-square-foot home in Beverly
Hills–and more than 25 times the size of a standard 1,600-square-foot,
three-bedroom Los Angeles tract house.

Hillside resident Jack
Lemmon, speaking before an emotional and sometimes raucous crowd
opposed to the project, said: "We’re not just talking about a huge
edifice. We’re talking about Mt. Etna.

"Aaron Spelling’s house is like a pimple on the landscape compared to this house."

Spelling’s house, built on six acres in Holmby Hills, is 56,500 square feet. It took nearly five years to complete.

Lemmon said the trend toward building large houses "is turning this city into a rich man’s ghetto."

Other
residents raised concerns about the length and effects of the
construction: noise, dust and workers parking along narrow Tower Road.
Some worried about increased traffic to the house after it is completed.

Lesly
Shelton, whose family has lived on Tower Road since 1945, told the
board that the quality of life that drew residents to Beverly Hills is
being destroyed. "We’re killing the goose that laid the golden egg,"
she said.

Much of the audience’s consternation focused on the
question of who owns the property. The application identified the owner
as Quantieme Establishment.

Lawyer Murray Fischer, the owner’s
representative, said Quantieme Establishment is a foreign corporation
owned by an individual who lives in London and has maintained a
residence in Beverly Hills for 13 years.

Beverly Hills real
estate broker John Bruce Nelson said Thursday that he negotiated the
purchase of the three properties for London resident Robert Manoukian
for $9 million in 1988.

Manoukian has represented the Sultan of
Brunei in various real estate acquisitions and negotiated the sale of
the Beverly Hills Hotel to the sultan, Nelson said. The sultan is
reported to be the wealthiest person in the world. Brunei is a small,
oil-rich, predominantly Muslim country on the island of Borneo.

Manoukian is a resident of London and has two other homes in Beverly Hills, Nelson said.

After
the meeting before the Environmental Review Board, Fischer declined to
further identify the owner, citing security concerns. He stated
emphatically that the individual was not the Sultan of Brunei.

However,
a well-placed real estate source specializing in large estates told The
Times on Thursday that the estate and the home to be built on it are
intended for the sultan.

Fischer and the owner’s lawyer,
Terrence Everett, and architect, Robert Earl, sought to allay
neighbors’ concerns about the home.

Fischer said that there is a
current perception that big is automatically bad but that during the
1930s, ’40s and ’50s large estate properties were the norm.

The
property was consolidated into one lot when Quantieme Establishment
purchased the three adjacent lots in 1988 for slightly more than $9
million. Although individual owners could have bought the lots and
built one substantial home on each lot, Fischer said, the current owner
intends to build a park-like setting.

Contrary to public
speculation, Everett said there will be no pounding of piles for the
foundation, and 300 cubic yards of dirt will be trucked in–about 30 to
60 truckloads, depending on the size of the truck.

Responding to
concerns about workers parking on the narrow street, Everett said
construction workers will park on the premises or be shuttled from
another location.

Fischer said estimates call for the residence to be built in two years.

The
board, which determines whether projects require an environmental
impact report, will reopen the hearing for further public testimony at
2 p.m. Aug. 24. The project will be reviewed by the city Planning
Commission.

Noting the marked differences between the owner and
the property’s neighbors, commission Chairman Richard Putnam instructed
the groups to appoint representatives to try to resolve some of those
differences before the Aug. 24 meeting.

"Have
you ever seen anything more boring?" Spelling groused, as he paused in
the hotel foyer to watch the stockholders shuffle into the Champagne
Suite. "I mean, my God, I’m even wearing a tie."

This year,
Spelling had more reason than ever to feel uneasy as he stood shielded
from the crowd by his PR people and his beefy, unsmiling security staff
just steps away. He was now 73, and while he had shaved his workweek
from five to four days, an inner ear infection left him feeling his age
more acutely. "It was the damnedest thing," he grumbled about his
convalescence. "I couldn’t write, couldn’t watch TV, so boring."

But
Spelling had more than age on his mind. For the past nine months,
Spelling Entertainment had been up for sale. Viacom’s hefty $1
billion-plus sticker price, however, had kept buyers at bay. No offer
had materialized–only a lot of speculative tire-kicking and skeptical
press. The stories infuriated Spelling–one of the few Hollywood
producers ever to have taken his company public–and resulted in the
embarrassing withdrawal of the sale. Now he was in the awkward position
of publicly defending the company he no longer owned but which still
bore his name. "The truth

is, the company has grown and grown,"
Spelling said later in his office. "I have this stupid worry that
shareholders bought stock because of me, people who pay my salary. But
the stock price? That bothers the hell out of me."

Spelling’s
reservations aside, when the meeting got underway, it was clear that
defensiveness would not be necessary. Despite some mutterings,
shareholders nodded happily to news of Spelling’s renewed two-year
contract and the announcement that the new season’s program orders
would top 400 hours. As Spelling smilingly explained from the dais:
"That is more hours than in any year of our history." He has, as it
turns out, another hit on his hands. By meeting’s end, the gnomish,
snowy-haired producer is besieged by shareholders anxious to pump the
hand of the man Redstone expansively introduced as, "a man who needs no
introduction, my very good friend and an unparalleled voice in
entertainment."

*

Creating the impression of being a
peerless force in television may be Spelling’s canniest move–cleverer
even than his much-noted comeback after the cancellation of "Dynasty"
in 1989 put an end to his 18-year reign at ABC, once known as Aaron’s
Broadcasting Company. Beginning with Fox’s "Beverly Hills, 90210" in
1990 and "Melrose Place" two years later, and now supplying series and
movies to three of the four major networks as well as the fledgling WB,
Spelling has pulled off the kind of career second act seldom seen in
Hollywood.

Television is littered with the names of the once
powerful: from the legendary Norman Lear and Grant Tinker to more
recent casualties like Linda Bloodworth-Thomason and Diane English. For
one brief season, 1989-90, Spelling too looked like a dinosaur: all of
his hit series, including "Dynasty," were in ABC’s dumper; an unrenewed
contract; persona non grata at affiliates’ meetings. It was more than
personal failure. It was, as Variety made clear, the end of an era when
beautiful people in beautiful clothes in exotic locales were enough to
earn a berth in the Nielsen Top Ten.

But then, just as abruptly,
Spelling was back. "Beverly Hills, 90210" and "Melrose Place" were more
than hit series; they were, in TV’s meretricious way, history in the
making–the first dramas to win the elusive and coveted Gen-X viewer.
The "King of the Jiggle" had reinvented himself for a new generation.

"Aaron
came back because, like all truly talented people, he has the ability
to reinvent himself," observes Don Ohlmeyer, NBC West Coast president
and a former ABC executive.

"Spelling may not have the quality
of [Steven] Bochco, but he has proven he can get the younger
demographic," adds Chris Neel, an analyst with Media Edge, a New
York-based research company. "So he became hot again everywhere."

Yet
Spelling’s talent, evident this afternoon as he spins dross into gold
before his shareholders’ eyes, lies in producing more than hit series.
It is the ability to sustain the illusion of a single defining vision
over 40 years of broadcasting–making the efforts of hundreds,
specifically his various creative partners, seem the masterwork of one
man. If most of his 50-plus series fade to forgettable with astonishing
ease–think of "T. J. Hooker" and "Starsky and Hutch"–taken
collectively they can be read as a pop cultural history of late
20th-century America.

From the black-and-white "Dick Powell’s
Zane Grey Theater" in the 1950s to the cheesecake "Charlie’s Angels,"
created with Leonard Goldberg in the 1970s, to glitzy "Dynasty,"
created with Esther and Richard Shapiro in the ’80s, to the glossy
twentysomethings created by Darren Star on "90210" and "Melrose Place,"
Spelling not only kept pace with the Zeitgeist, but he became a master
at giving the public the image of itself it most wanted to see.

For
most of us, that meant Southern California, albeit a glossier version.
Even when their casts of nubile young actors populated other fantastic
corners of America, Spelling’s series captured the market on Southern
California decadence and made it one of Hollywood’s most popular
exports. Even a non-Spelling show like "Baywatch" owes its
international mega-hit status to the buffed facade of his California.

"Aaron has a legendary instinct for what the public wants to see," says producer and former Spelling partner Douglas Cramer.

"It’s
more than storytelling; there’s a look that Aaron gets with his shows,"
adds Jamie Kellner, head of the WB Television Network, home of
Spelling’s "Savannah." "It’s the glamour, the fashion, the detail that
audiences, especially women, love."

Yet the irony remains. Not
Spelling’s comeback itself–the 1996-97 season is filled with rebound
ratings winners Bill Cosby, Ted Danson and Michael J. Fox–but that it
happened in an industry so ambivalent about his legacy. More than any
other producer, Spelling shaped television and our responses to it. But
because his image has been that of a panderer–despite his critically
acclaimed series "Family," and his two Emmy award-winning movies "And
the Band Played On" and "Day One"–many in Hollywood came to think less
of the medium of which he was a master. Spelling’s success defined TV’s
second-class citizenship in the heart of the film industry, and his
lack of hypocrisy–he has called his series "mind candy"–remains an
affront to Hollywood’s pious conviction that it creates art rather than
kitsch.

"It’s that huge elite snobbery between television and
film," says director Joel Schumacher, a close friend of Spelling’s. "I
actually have acquaintances who say to me, ‘Joel, why are you friends
of the Spellings?’ I mean, eat s- – -. I would hate to have lived
through this era of Hollywood without knowing Aaron Spelling."

Spelling’s
position in Hollywood is such that his resume, (at 3,000 episodes, the
Guinness Book of Records lists him as the most prolific producer in
history), his wealth (estimated at $310 million in 1994), his
Hearst-sized house (56,000 square feet), even his family (wife Candy
and children Tori and Randy) bear a whiff of the unseemly, the
suggestion that his gains have been ill-gotten. "He lives like a pasha
while foisting that garbage on the American people," grouses one
television producer, daring to voice, albeit anonymously, a common
industry view.

"There is good and there is bad Spelling," says
Tom Shales, the Washington Post’s Pulitzer Prize-winning TV critic.
"But there is never great Spelling, only degrees of terribleness."

Spelling
has many powerful defenders, but even he does not dispute that he has
many more detractors. "I don’t think I’ll ever get their respect," he
shrugs. He is keenly aware that his longevity has as much to do with
fundamental changes in broadcasting–the establishment of the Fox
network, the growth of cable and foreign markets among them–as his own
talents. But that disdain explains why Spelling is something of a
recluse, why he keeps his Emmy awards in his home bowling alley rather
than his office, why he chooses his few friends with such care–chief
among them MCA head Lew Wasserman, Bill Haber, his former agent at CAA,
and now Sumner Redstone–and why he continues to look to the public as
the ultimate arbiter of his worth. Spelling was once, briefly, an
actor, and it is still the audience that he craves. As he characterizes
it even now, "The worst time in my life was when ‘Dynasty’ was canceled
and Variety ran that headline ‘Aaron Spelling’s Dynasty is Dead,’ " he
says in his gravelly voice. "And there were no quotation marks around
‘Dynasty.’ "

*

It is the third week in may, a few days
before memorial day but high noon in the television industry–when
ratings sweeps coincide with annual network announcements of fall
schedules. On the face of it, Spelling would seem to be one of the
losers. In the past few days, he has learned that two series have been
canceled: Fox’s "Kindred: The Embraced" and NBC’s "Malibu Shores" the
latter a much-hyped clone of "90210." And neither of his pilots, "Wolf
Pack," a detective drama for CBS, and "Bullet Hearts," a cop show for
Fox, have made the schedule. With "Savannah" his only hit since
"Melrose Place"–and even that series, together with "90210," has
slipped in the ratings–Spelling’s reentry into prime time appears to
be stalled.

"Spelling still has no real network penetration,"
says Betsy Frank, a TV analyst with Zenith Media. "He remains most
successful developing programming for young, youth-oriented networks
like Fox and the WB."

But here in his office, five floors above
Wilshire Boulevard, laconically puffing on his pipe, Spelling is far
from downbeat. "Dick Powell, my first mentor, taught me one thing: that
the only positive in our business is the negative," he says, smoke
wreathing his massive suite, the size of which, someone once said,
equals "the average 7-Eleven." "And Dick was saying that when there
were only three networks, before cable, before all of it. Look, today I
got a check for ‘The Love Boat.’ Do you know how old ‘Love Boat’ is?
Candy found a channel where it was on five days a week, and another
where it was on six days a week. I thought we were being ripped off,
but then we got this seven-figure check, and I don’t mean a small
seven-figure check."

Ever since taking his company public,
becoming, like Dick Clark, one of the few producers able to turn a
string of hit series into its own source of capital, Spelling has known
that successful television is more than hit ratings and prime-time
lineups. He recognizes what the networks and studios have long
known–that TV is software, able to generate streams of revenue far
beyond a single night’s airing. In that light, the Spelling company’s
lineup is nothing short of a smash–8,000 hours domestic and 18,000
hours internationally. With new orders for 400 hours this season–"7th
Heaven," a family drama for WB, and "Sunset Beach," on NBC, Spelling’s
first daytime soap–the syndication pipeline will be primed again,
generating what Sumner Redstone characterizes as "millions of dollars
in the next year alone."

"Spelling," confirms Jessica Reif, a Merrill Lynch media analyst, "is a cash cow."

As
a holding company, Spelling Entertainment Group Inc. also has
programming from Worldvision–the company’s in-house distributorship
once owned by ABC–as well as Republic Pictures, a vast library of
pre-1974 NBC series as well as such films as "It’s a Wonderful Life"
and "Basic Instinct." But Spelling’s shows, a total of 3,000 episodes,
are big, consistent earners. "Beverly Hills, 90210" plays in 90
countries. "Melrose Place" is shown in 80, not including domestic
syndication that began on the E! channel in August. Even a series like
"Models Inc.," a failed "Melrose Place" spinoff, continues to sell in
France. As John Ryan, president of Worldvision, puts it: "With
Spelling, broadcasters know they are buying a brand name."

Sitting
here with his pipe and his signature "My Favorite Martian" haircut,
Spelling looks as distinctive as a logo. When he speaks, leaning
forward to knock the ashes from his pipe, his voice is raspy, heavy
with smoke and the leavings of his hard Texas twang. It’s a sharp
contrast to his non-cowboy-sized frame; his frail thinness is not quite
disguised by his billowy nylon warmup suit.

Spelling points out
that he has always been slight. As a child, the story goes–the
youngest of five children of Pearl and David Spelling, Russian and
Polish Jewish immigrants who settled in Dallas during the early part of
the century–he had a nervous breakdown and spent a year in bed. As an
actor during his early years in Hollywood, he played villains and
losers in TV Westerns like "Gunsmoke." "I mean, I weighed all of 118
pounds and had these big eyes," he recalls. "I think I played every
kind of dipsomaniac, sex maniac there was."

It’s one reason that
he made the transition into producing. "I was very comfortable," he
rasps, "because a producer is not in front of the camera." Now, fame
has eroded that anonymity. "I don’t know what it is, but Candy and I
can’t go anywhere. I can’t even take the elevator in my medical
building without a doctor asking me for my autograph."

That
anything should intrude on Spelling’s life now seems a violation of the
first order. He has refused to fly since his Air Force years. With the
exception of an annual trip to Las Vegas to indulge Candy’s passion for
gambling, Spelling doesn’t travel. If he goes anywhere, it is by train
or chauffeur-driven limousine and almost always with an armed guard. He
lives with two 24-hour guards at home, the kind of shuttered existence
where even his children have to sign in and out. "We’ve had letters and
threats," Spelling explains. "They’re aimed at me, but saying the
horrible things they would do to Tori and Randy."

He divides his
time between his massive house in Holmby Hills, the site of the former
Bing Crosby estate, where no working journalist has yet crossed the
threshold–"I’m sorry about that," he says–and his office, where he
works late, editing a script into the early evening while the butler
shuttles in and out with cut-glass tumblers. "Aaron can seem frail, but
in business he is far from frail," says Redstone. "I know if I call his
office at 7 in the evening, he is always there."

It is why
Spelling’s work environment is less an executive suite than a den. One
wall is punctuated by a row of oil paintings, landscapes mostly–"I
have no idea what they are," Spelling says absently–but the rest of
the decor is family room circa 1968: photographs of Candy, Tori and
Randy on a side table, an enormous fish tank built into the wall over
one of the sofas, and a pinball machine Candy had custom-made one
Christmas that pumps out the theme music of "The Love Boat" and
"Dynasty" interspersed with family greetings: "I love you, Daddy . . .
. I love you, honey." Spelling laughs as he flicks off the machine.
"The company that makes these usually does them in batches of 1,500,
but Candy got him to make just two."

One comes to realize, if
one spends any time with Spelling, that a certain lack of irony colors
his outlook–his views about television, children, his marriage–and
nowhere is it more evident than in his attitudes toward wealth. Like
all those stories about Candy clipping coupons and Tori furnishing her
Wilshire Boulevard condo with flea market finds, Spelling has his own
ticks. "Candy and I both like to fish when we’re out at our little–and
I do mean little–house at the beach," he says. "If we catch anything,
the cook does it up and we give it to our Hispanic maid. I get a great
pleasure knowing she doesn’t have to buy dinner that night."

It
is what colleagues have learned to call "Aaron’s Jesus complex," says
one former employee. "It’s contrived, but not phony." Like the time
Spelling bundled Tori and Randy into his limo and drove across the
Mexican border to show them real poverty. Like how Spelling regrets
that his mother, the wife of a tailor, died before seeing his house,
the one with 123 rooms, the bowling alley and the fish pond. "I’d give
anything for my mother to see the house now," he says. "She’d say,
‘What, you rented this for the day? Come on, you don’t have to impress
me.’ I swear to you, that’s exactly what she’d say."

It is the
same belief system Spelling brings to television. "Aaron really
believes he’s performing a service with his shows," says a former
colleague, "that he is giving people an escape from the misery of their
lives." And Spelling does not disagree: "We never know what
entertainment does, how it affects people, but I bet if you went down
the street and asked people–not in Beverly Hills–but ethnic groups,
who can’t afford to go to the theater, can’t even afford HBO, ‘What
does television mean in your life?’ you’d be shocked at the answer." *

While
the common theory of Spelling’s fascination with glitz dates from his
own background–"born in a house in Dallas that cost $6,000 with
wall-to-wall people and one bathroom," a story like many he recounts in
his autobiography, "A Prime-Time Life" –there certainly seems to have
been a business argument to such a view. From his first hit series in
1963, "Burke’s Law," which starred Gene Barry as the debonair
millionaire detective Amos Burke, to "Charlie’s Angels," "The Love
Boat," "Fantasy Island" and even his lesser hits, "Hart to Hart,"
"Hotel," and "90210," where a ZIP Code is the ultimate status symbol,
money has been the dominant theme. "What Aaron does really well," says
WB’s Jamie Kellner, "is that whole wealthy-family thing." Adds Joel
Schumacher, who directed Spelling’s "2000 Malibu Road," "Aaron knows we
like to watch rich people fight with each other."

The premise,
evident in some form in almost all Spelling’s series, reached its
height with "Dynasty" in 1981. A rip-off of "Dallas," the prime-time
soap starred John Forsythe, Joan Collins and Linda Evans as wealthy
Coloradans who swapped spouses and mineral rights with abandon.
Although "Charlie’s Angels" remains Spelling’s biggest hit, "Dynasty"
more perfectly captured its decade. In its nine-year run, it made Joan
Collins a star, made costume designer Nolan Miller a household name and
helped power ABC from last to first in the ratings, capping Spelling’s
domination at the network. "People used to say ‘Dynasty’ would never
work," Spelling laughs. "But I know people want to watch rich people
deal with problems that money can’t solve; they want to laugh at the
rich and say, ‘Yeah, you deserve it, you rich mother; yeah, you people
are really sick.’ "

But as the ’80s waned, "Dynasty" began
slipping in the ratings, especially when ABC was faced with NBC’s new
powerhouse lineup headed by "The Cosby Show" and "Cheers." ABC had
acquired a new owner, Capital Cities, and TV as a whole was entering a
new era. Serial drama, Spelling’s forte and the staple of the networks
for more than a decade, was losing ground to the sitcom, whose rebirth
NBC was the first to exploit with "Cheers." And Spelling’s campy
sensibilities were being supplanted by gritty, quirky realism that
began with Steven Bochco’s "Hill Street Blues" and concluded with
Edward Zwick and Marshall Herskovitz’s "thirtysomething" and even David
Lynch’s "Twin Peaks." In 1989, two years after "The Colbys," the
"Dynasty" spinoff, failed, Brandon Stoddard, then ABC’s entertainment
president, pulled the plug on Spelling. "It was probably the low point
of our lives," recalls producing partner Duke Vincent. "In 18 months
we’d had seven shows on the air, and within a year they were canceled.
The new regime wanted to take the network in a totally different
direction, but it proved a bit shortsighted in the long run, because
within two years we did ‘90210.’ "

The arrival of "Beverly
Hills, 90210" in the nation’s cultural landscape has, in its six years,
acquired the stature of myth: the series launched creator Darren Star
("Central Park West"), relaunched Spelling as a producer, indirectly
led to the revival of Heather Locklear’s career (on the "90210"
spinoff, "Melrose Place") and made Tori Spelling (Donna on "90210") a
celebrity. It also cemented the reputation of Fox as a viable network,
what Chairman Peter Cher- nin calls "a very significant development in
the history of Fox." In reality, the series had a far more prosaic,
even happenstance beginning. "We’d been thinking about doing a
continuous drama set in high school for some time," says Kellner, at
the time a Fox programming executive. "And we had this young writer,
Darren Star, but our fear was that it would skew too young, so we
brought in Aaron."

Although a series about a group of wealthy,
status-conscious students at a fictitious Beverly Hills high school was
not an obvious Spelling vehicle, it did allow him to address some
social issues for the first time since his critically acclaimed series
"Family." "While you’re all having fun with ‘90210,’ " he says, "there
are a lot of issues we’ve tackled."

Whatever the merits of
"90210," however, they were not evident during the first six episodes.
Like most dramas, the series took weeks for its audience to build, a
scenario that was repeated two years later with "Melrose Place." Yet
with all the talk about Spelling’s comeback, the fact remains that the
series succeeded on Fox and not one of the three major networks.

"Drama
is what Aaron does best, but dramas are tricky for networks today
because they take time to find their audience," observes NBC’s
Ohlmeyer. "Fox has the luxury of being able to live with a 10 share,
something that a major network can’t."

Indeed, Spelling’s
success on Fox and his subsequent failure to land a prime-time hit on a
major network raise questions not only about his current standing but
also the issue that has dogged Spelling throughout his career–that he
is ultimately a salesman and not a creator. It is a testament to the
extent of his power that few of his former partners would speak for the
record, although it is no secret that Esther and Robert Shapiro,
Douglas Cramer and Darren Star have parted company with Spelling under
less than amicable circumstances. "Aaron loves to take credit for all
his shows, but look at the credits," says one former partner. "Not one
of them says ‘Created by Aaron Spelling.’ But we aren’t supposed to
complain, because this is the man who made us all fabulously wealthy."

"Aaron and I really hit it off," adds Star, "but there is no question that I created ‘90210’ and ‘Melrose Place.’ "

Those
who praise Spelling, however–and the list ranges from former employees
to network executives–cite Spelling’s strengths: his gifts as a
storyteller, his eye for actors and his scrupulous devotion to detail,
down to costumes and hairstyles. These are why, despite the failure of
"Malibu Shores," NBC’s Ohlmeyer scrapped four versions of a daytime
soap, including one developed in-house, to buy Spelling’s "Sunset
Beach," and why WB’s Kellner says, "I go to Aaron first." "Aaron is an
amazing guy," marvels Leslie Moonves, president of CBS Entertainment,
which will air Spelling’s TV movie "After Jimmy" later this month. "He
has the same passion as a 22-year-old on his first pilot. It’s like
it’s life-or-death with him, like he had 10 cents in the bank. That’s
why he’s been around for 40 years."

That approbation of network
heads nonetheless raises another set of questions, namely that of
Spelling’s own retirement. His real age is much debated–some estimates
place it at 76–and recently health problems have interrupted his work
schedule. "I keep losing weight, so I try to eat chocolate," Spelling
says, nodding at the bowls of chocolate–M&Ms, Hershey’s kisses,
kids’ snacks–strategically placed about the office. But from Redstone
on down, one quickly discovers that any discussion of Spelling’s future
seems akin to second-guessing Queen Elizabeth’s reign. "Oh, I wish
you’d been here on a typical day," Spelling says, fumbling with his
zippered leather pouch of tobacco. "If I were just vice chairman, I
would quit in a second. But I’m crazy–I still meet on every story
line, read every outline, give notes on every outline, every script. I
see every rough cut." "Will he ever retire?" asks Vincent, who seems in
a better position than most to know. "Not in my opinion," he adds.
"Aaron is basically a workaholic; this is what he does."

Even
Spelling’s closest friends seem to recognize the emotional paucity of a
life so closely tied to his work. "What’s he got if he retires?" asks
one acquaintance. "That big, empty house and Candy."

It’s as if,
after 40 years of spinning out fantasies for the rest of us, he has
mistakenly shortchanged himself. That in creating a mythic America,
where Aaron Spelling remains his best creation, he is reluctant to
write "The End." Even now, when he recaps his life, the facts seem to
matter less than the telling of them: that his father lost his job at
Sears because Spelling directed one of the first plays written by an
African American to be produced in Dallas; that he performed with the
Lunts in Europe during his Air Force years in World War II; that he was
the first Jewish cheerleader captain at Southern Methodist University;
that he was once partnered with Danny Thomas and, later, Lucille Ball.
It is the kind of life, as he says, "where if you have a dream and you
pursue your dream, you may not get all of it. But even a little part of
a dream, it’s better than harsh reality."

Some say it is more
than the poverty; rather it’s the remains of a more fundamental
prejudice that drive Spelling. "More than just being poor, it’s that
Aaron was a Jew in the South," says one close friend. "That
second-class citizenship is different from anything else in the
country, and that is something he never, ever talks about."

"I
didn’t have a name in school because my name was ‘Jewbaby,’ " says
Spelling, lending credence to a final theory that, beyond the poverty
and prejudice, he remains a lonely and isolated figure. His 25-year
marriage to Candy, his second wife, a former hand model, has endured
more than its share of gossip and innuendo–talk that it is little more
than a marriage of convenience. "How about it’s just nobody’s damn
business," snaps Schumacher. "These are people who’ve been married for
25 years in a town where people can’t stay together for 25 minutes."

Spelling’s
closest relationships seem to be with his children. His house, he
admits, is too big, "but Randy has people over all the time, and Tori
calls and says, ‘I’m bringing four people for dinner, is that OK?’ OK?
Yeah, it’s OK, it’s fantastic." The best two weeks of his life,
Spelling says, were the days that Tori spent convalescing at home after
the removal of wisdom teeth. "I didn’t want her to leave," he says, "I
kept telling her, ‘You don’t feel better, do you?’ "

Yet even
Spelling seems to recognize that a morning of feeding the fish in his
pond and a round of tennis with Randy do not a life make. "I guess if
the kids were married . . . ." he says, letting his voice trail off.
"Should I retire? Is there a reason to retire? I wish," he says, "I had
a reason to retire."

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Trouble Was His Business — Raymond Chandler

Tough Guys and Sentimental Gumshoes

* SELECTED LETTERS OF DASHIELL HAMMETT 1921-1960 Edited by Richard Layman with Julie M. Rivett; Counterpoint: 650 pp., $40

* THE RAYMOND CHANDLER PAPERS Selected Letters and Nonfiction 1909-1959 Edited by Tom Hiney and Frank MacShane; Atlantic Monthly Press: 268 pp., $25

May 6, 2001

By DICK LOCHTE, Dick Lochte writes the regular "Mysteries" column for Southern California Living

"Hammett was the ace performer," wrote Raymond Chandler in his frequently quoted 1944 essay, "The Simple Art of Murder." "He did over and over again what only the best writers can ever do at all. He wrote scenes that seemed never to have been written before." Chandler’s appraisal of Dashiell Hammett’s influence on American crime fiction is unassailable. With numerous short stories and five novels, of which "The Maltese Falcon" and "The Thin Man" are probably the best known, Hammett moved the mystery story from a celebration of over-educated amateur sleuths who solved improbable crimes (exemplified by S.S. Van Dine’s playboy-genius Philo Vance, whose arrogance compelled poet Ogden Nash to pen: "Philo Vance/Needs a kick in the pants") to a study of professional detectives who used street smarts and shoe leather to get their jobs done. Still, it was ingenuous of Chandler to mention it, since, at the time, he’d been tapped by the critical establishment and mystery fans as the heir apparent to the no longer productive Hammett.

Chandler and Hammett occupied roughly the same period: Hammett was born in 1894, six years after Chandler, and died in 1961, two years after him. They were not friends. According to all accounts, they met only once, in 1936, at a Hollywood dinner for contributors to Black Mask magazine. But they will be linked forever as the men of letters who, in Chandler’s razor-edged words, took "a cheap, shoddy, and utterly lost kind of writing and … made it into something that intellectuals claw each other about."

Much of the clawing was reserved for Hammett’s "The Maltese Falcon," a lesson in avarice in which archetypal private eye Sam Spade searches for the murderer of his partner and a jewel-encrusted statue worth millions, and "The Glass Key," on the surface a whodunit involving the murder of a senator’s ne’er-do-well son, but actually a study of power politics and male bonding. A segment of the literary establishment, led by Alexander Woollcott and Dorothy Parker, considered Hammett to be a major novelist. The opposition was led by Edmund Wilson, who ranked "Falcon" on a par with "newspaper picture-strips." Wilson was a bit more positive about "Farewell, My Lovely," one of Chandler’s more tightly woven novels, a mixture of mayhem and romanticism in which detective Philip Marlowe is hired by an ex-convict named Moose Malloy to locate his lost lady love, an auburn-haired club singer as "cute as lace pants." What the literati said about them was important, of course, but as Chandler indicated, being discussed at all was a major accomplishment for writers of crime fiction.

Both men were fiercely private, lending an air of mystery to their lives. The more shadowy areas of Chandler’s history have been illuminated by well-researched biographies and two generous books of letters: "Raymond Chandler Speaking," edited by Dorothy Gardiner and Kathrine Sorley Walker, and "Selected Letters of Raymond Chandler," edited by Frank MacShane. Hammett’s life is a different matter. Though it has been examined in books, motion pictures and television dramas and documentaries, major questions remain. Why did he suddenly stop writing fiction in 1934 at the height of his career? What was his relationship to the wife and daughters whom he had seemingly deserted? How much of his decades-long affair with Lillian Hellman was real and how much the product of her imagination? (Gore Vidal once wondered wickedly if anyone had ever actually seen them together.)

"Selected Letters of Dashiell Hammett 1921-1960" was harvested from more than 1,000 existing letters by biographer Richard Layman ("Shadow Man: The Life of Dashiell Hammett") and the author’s granddaughter, Julie M. Rivett. Presented chronologically, with annotations and trenchant biographical fill-ins, the letters depict a life if not in full then at least in focus. There’s not much here to add to the accumulated information about Hammett’s professional affairs. The key revelations are personal: self-portraits of the author as doting father, unremitting drunk, self-educated intellectual, committed Marxist, patriot, soft touch, seducer and romantic.

Hammett’s earliest entries date from just after World War I, when tuberculosis put his career as a Pinkerton operative on hold. They’re unabashed love songs sung by an infirm 26-year-old to Josephine Dolan, the pretty nurse he’d left behind after moving to another hospital. "I may have done a lot of things that weren’t according to scripture," he wrote to his future wife on March 9, 1921, "but I love Josephine Anna Dolan — and have since about the sixth of January — more than anything in Christ’s world." Tempering his ardor somewhat, he added a line meant to be playful: "Some day I may partially forget you, and be able to enjoy another woman, but there’s nothing to show that it’ll be soon."

On a November night in 1930, at a party hosted by Darryl Zanuck, Hammett was introduced to Lillian Hellman, at the time the wife of screenwriter Arthur Kober. As the book’s editors describe it, they "left the party together and were companions for the rest of his life." Since he would complete only one more novel, "The Thin Man," the general assumption has been that Hellman was the reason for a writer’s block that lasted for three decades. But his letters indicate that she was only one of a wide range of impediments. There were other women. He maintained a continuing, if long-distance, relationship with Josephine and his two daughters. He drank heavily and was in and out of hospitals. He was active in socialist politics. He wrote screenplays. And, while on the West Coast, he wrote letters to Hellman in the East. By then he was starting to sound like his blase "Thin Man" hero, Nick Charles. "I’ve been faithful enough to you," he informed her from Hollywood, "but I went back on the booze pretty heavily until Saturday night — neglecting studio, dignity and so on."

In 1942, at age 48, in a patriotic, anti-fascist fervor, he enlisted in the Army. He was stationed on Adak Island in the Aleutians, a ruthlessly cold and desolate location that offered little by way of hedonistic pleasure. But as is clear from his wartime correspondence — more than 250 pages of letters, predominantly to Josephine, his daughters, Hellman and another paramour, Prudence Whitfield — Hammett relished his military duty, particularly his main assignment, the creation and editing of a daily camp newspaper.

The final letters were addressed primarily to his younger daughter, Jo. They are relentlessly upbeat, no matter how dreary the circumstance. After numerous failed attempts to jump-start his fiction career, he wrote her, "… it’s swell having a new novel not to do: I was getting pretty bored with just not working on that half a dozen or so old ones…." After his imprisonment for refusing to aid a federal court in locating bail-jumping Communists, he seemed almost jaunty. "Dear Jo, This is the first letter I’ve written since I’ve been in the clink … it’s getting kind of fallish down here, with frosty nights, mostly foggy mornings and sunny afternoons …." At liberty again but in failing health, he continued to put on a game face, responding with genuine-seeming warmth and grandfatherly pride to news of her children. His last letter, penned just 15 days before lung cancer claimed him, was a paean to his chance meeting with Hellman 30 years before. He described that event as "the beginning of everything."

But as co
mpelling and informative as many of these letters are, there is an overabundance of them. Those addressed to his wife after their parting are repetitious enough to take on the aspects of a litany: My health is improving, my weight is increasing, the weather here is (fill in the blank), a check is in the mail and kiss the girls for me. And it’s unclear who or what is served by the inclusion of several bits of sappy esoterica, such as Hammett’ s toe-curling "Love Poem" to Hellman: "I am silly/About Lily./Without Lily,/I am silly/Willy-nilly."

In comparison, "The Raymond Chandler Papers" is much leaner. And definitely meaner. There’s a genial quality to most of Hammett’s letters. Even in his rare flashes of waspishness, he pulled his punches. The Chandler letters, on the other hand, are the work of a hypercritical past master of the use of sarcasm, irony and bitter wit. In his introduction, Tom Hiney mentions newly resurrected material, but there’s not much of it, other than a gleefully vicious description of an Academy Award celebration that appeared in a 1948 issue of the Atlantic Monthly, a rather feeble 1958 interview with Lucky Luciano that the London Sunday Times commissioned and then discarded and a few scattered excerpts from business letters. But even though the book is essentially a trimmed-down version of the "Selected Letters" edited by the late MacShane, the new offering is jampacked with shimmering invective aimed in every direction, including inward.

Hiney has not been scrupulous in indicating every minor edit or in researching his annotations (he seems to think that Studs Lonigan was "a pseudonym of James T. Farrell"), but he has been careful to include many of his subject’s more harshly humorous observations. An example, written to critic and novelist Lenore Offord: "Most writers have the egotism of actors with none of the good looks or charm." And to Charles Morton, associate editor of Atlantic Monthly: "Talking of agents, when I opened the paper one morning last week I saw that it had finally happened: somebody shot one. It was probably for the wrong reasons, but at least it was a step in the right direction."

The "Chandler Papers" covers much of the author’s adult life, beginning with samples of poems and essays written in his early 20s for several British literary magazines; a brief, crisp account of a day in the trenches during World War I; and a maudlin poem to his wife, Sissy. The letters start with his association with publishers Alfred and Blanche Knopf regarding the 1939 debut of his first novel, "The Big Sleep," then move through the good, productive years of the ’30s, ’40s and ’50s, when he wrote his remaining six novels and assorted screenplays.

After Sissy’s death in 1954, they describe a sort of aimless decline, during which he reportedly attempted suicide. In a letter to British publisher Roger Machell, he suggests that the "suicide" may have been an accident. "I couldn’t for the life of me tell you whether I really intended to go through with it or whether my subconscious was putting on a cheap dramatic performance. The first shot went off without my intending to … the trigger pull was so light that I barely touched it …." Though drinking heavily and traveling back and forth from London to La Jolla in search of a "comfortable home," he managed to write what many consider to be his best novel, "The Long Goodbye," and arguably his worst, "Playback." The last letter in the book, to British detective novelist Maurice Guinness, discusses the pros and cons of Philip Marlowe’s taking a wife. Chandler neglects to mention his own plans to marry his agent Helga Greene, Guinness’ cousin (an event canceled by his fatal episode of pneumonia).

The letters offer few glimpses into his private life (except for some strikingly unpleasant examples of his anti-Semitism and misogyny). It’s as if, by railing against everyone and everything from desert weather to American justice, Chandler were trying to deflect attention from matters too painful or too personal for him to discuss. The nearest he comes to self-revelation occurs just after the death of Sissy, in a letter to Roger Machell. "All us tough guys are hopeless sentimentalists at heart," he wrote. He was speaking of himself, of course, but he could just as easily have been speaking of Hammett too.

Note: To mark the 50th anniversary of Raymond Chandler’s death, the Daily Mirror is revisiting some of The Times’ stories about his life and influence. We invite the Daily Mirror’s readers to share their thoughts.

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Movie Star Mystery Photo




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Los Angeles Times file photo
Update: This is Sharon Lynn. Please congratulate Nick Santa Maria, Dewey Webb, Gregory Moore, Annie Frye, Mary Mallory and R. Ahuna for correctly identifying her. Nick, who was first, explains that he’s a big Laurel and Hardy fan.

This photo is from "Sunnyside Up," 1929.

Just a reminder on how this works: I post the mystery photo on
Monday and reveal the answer on Friday. To keep the mystery photo from
getting lost in the other entries, I move it from Monday to Tuesday to
Wednesday, etc., adding a photo every day.

I have to approve
all comments, so if your guess is posted immediately, that means you’re
wrong. (And if a wrong guess has already been submitted by someone
else, there’s no point in submitting it again). If you’re right, you
will have to wait until Friday. There’s no need to submit your guess
five times. Once is enough. The only prize is bragging rights. 

The answer to last week’s photo: Pauline Garon.

Check back next week for another mystery photo!

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Los Angeles Times file photo

Here’s another picture of our mystery woman. Isn’t she great?

Update: This is Sharon Lynn in "Happy Days."

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Los Angeles Times file photo

OK, here’s the mystery woman with a companion.

Update: Frank Albertson and Sharon Lynn in "Wild Company."

2009_0326_mystery_photo Here are two more shots of our mystery woman. Please congratulate Nick Santa Maria and Dewey Webb for correctly identifying her.

"Randolph Man," Eve Golden, Claire Lockhart, Dewey Webb and Carmen recognized her companion, above, as Frank Albertson.

Update: Sharon Lynn in 1932. These photos were to publicize "The Big Broadcast," but they may just be fashion shots.


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Sharon Lynn, above, in "Turn on the Heat."

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Photograph by the Los Angeles Times

Above, Sharon Lynn in 1942, when she was suing her neighbors in Malibu, charging that their home extended over her property.

At left, The Times’ obituary on Sharon Lynn, May 28, 1963. She was 53. 

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Spring Fashions; Hot New Actor; A Look at Dean Chance, March 27, 1969

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Did women ever really dress like this? Ask your mom.
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Dean Chance should have owned Los Angeles. He was the third Cy Young
Award winner in three years who called Dodger Stadium home. Don
Drysdale won it in 1962, Sandy Koufax in 1963 and Chance, a young
right-hander with the Los Angeles Angels, was right behind them in
1964. He was 20-9 for the Angels and seemed headed for stardom.

But by 1969 Chance was closer to the end than to Cooperstown. He was
preparing to start his final season with the Minnesota Twins, who
traded for him from the Angels after the 1966 season. John Wiebusch’s
story in The Times captured Chance’s small-town roots, folksy charm and
new interest–boxing.

"There may be a better pitcher around the American League but if
there is he hasn’t started to shave yet," said his new manager, Billy
Martin. "Dean Chance has a lot of things going for him and he’s only
27."

With the Angels, Chance teamed with another young and talented
pitcher, Bo Belinsky. One earned a Cy Young Award and the other a
no-hitter, but the Angels eventually gave up on both of them.

–Keith Thursby

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Gala Premiere for ‘Anne Frank”; Hockey at the Arena? March 27, 1959

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Hey, look! It’s one of those weird foreign compacts they used to sell in the 1950s. Of course, for $2,195 you could get a Chevrolet Biscayne with money left over.
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"Red Roses for Courage" was the theme of the premiere for "The Diary of Anne Frank" at the Egyptian Theater.

"For once, in an era in which the phony is so often paraded as the real, the glorifying that went on outside the theater was surpassed by the grandeur of the story being unfolded, being unfurled like a testament to the dignity of man on the screen inside. ‘The Diary of Anne Frank’ is a great, great motion picture," The Times’ Philip K. Scheuer wrote.   
 

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1959_0327_sports Los Angeles officials were warming to the idea of a hockey team in the new sports arena.

The Western Hockey League hoped to move teams into San Francisco and Los Angeles and the Coliseum Commission seemed to welcome the idea, even boosting the minor league as an eventual equal to the National Hockey League.

WHL president Al Leader, in Los Angeles for a news conference with Coliseum Commission officials, had big plans.

"With larger arenas and larger crowds the owners would be in a position to pay the salaries needed to attract the top stars of ice hockey and keep them," Leader said. "Within five to seven years we could become a major hockey league and if that comes the National Hockey League would welcome a playoff world series of hockey."

–Keith Thursby

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Found on EBay — Haggarty’s

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This outfit from Haggarty’s has been listed on EBay. Bidding starts at $15.
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Matt Weinstock — March 26, 1959




Progressive Pains

Matt_weinstockdThat
noise you hear down Santa Monica way is not another hunk of palisades
sliding toward the ocean, it’s the indignant uproar over progress, with
our without quotes. With the opening of Pacific Ocean Park  last year, the city of Santa Monica launched a modernization program.

A
Redevelopment Agency was appointed with the power to condemn property,
and a master plan was created which would replace the so-called slum
areas with handsome new multiple dwellings, some 20 stories high.

first
step was to acquire more and more beachfront property for parking
space. An immediate complaint was heard from small-business men along
the waterfront who said chasing away the bathers was hurting business.
Streets also have been closed off and rerouted, confusing visitors.

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TO COMBAT
the
Redevelopment Agency, residents have formed the Santa Monica Property,
Homeowners & Tenants Assn. They claim skulduggery is afoot. They
call the procedure a land grab. It is claimed also that there is oil in
the 36-acre strip just north of the amusement pier, the section in
dispute, making it very desirable.

The homeowners agree, perhaps
belatedly, that their property needs a face-lifting, and they say they
are willing to improve it, if given the chance. They point out also
that other areas in the city are more blighted than theirs. Why, they
ask, is the city so eager to dispossess them? They call it a political
squeeze.

In short, they like it there. They don’t want to sell their property, especially under pressure.

As elsewhere, the matter doubtless will have to be settled in the courts.

::


A HISTORY

teacher at a nearby college recently conducted a class discussion on
the collapse of the French government and the resultant rise of De Gaulle.

A
principal reason for it, he said, was there were so many parties which
couldn’t agree on issues and became dissident, obstructionist groups.

On
an examination paper a week later a student who apparently hadn’t been
listening attentively wrote, "The French government collapsed because
of too many parties."

Let this be a warning to the cocktail crowd in Washington.

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DURING THE Elizabeth Duncan
trial in Ventura, defense attorney S. Ward Sullivan showed reporter Roy
Ringer a letter from a 16-year-old L.A. high school boy asking for a
transcript of the entire trial. He wanted to write a play based on the
trial, he stated, for his drama class. Sullivan still was shuddering —
the transcript has about 660,000 words — when he came to the final
sentence: "If you can’t comply that’s all right. I’ll just do a Perry
Mason, but I don’t think my teacher will let me put that on, either."

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PUBLIC AT LARGE
— Bill Gooch tells people one of his greatest joys is holding Lily Pons on his knee. When he has them hooked he builds it up, relating how she gazes wistfully into his eyes. Then he confides Lily Pons is a neighbor, almost 3, and her father, Tony Pons,
is an Air Force sergeant … A man with a mustache ordered a beer in a
downtown pub and sure enough, as it foamed while being poured, Dick
Hunt, who knew him, remarked, "Ah, a drinking man’s filter."

::


AT RANDOM
— The Rosarito Beach
hotel, scene of a sensational gambling raid recently, has Mexican
federal flags over every door, signifying it is closed by government
decree. So reportsDarr Smith, who stopped for a look on the way home from Ensenada … Sy Korman
, Chicago Tribune correspondent here, whose play, "A Year of Waiting,"
will be given a reading by the Original Only group tonight in
Hollywood, has mingled feelings. He hopes it clicks but he fears he
faces more rewrite … W.R. Scott of Reseda had a horrible nightmare. He
dreamed his phone bill arrived and he was charged with the message
units for that call to Venus and back.

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Trouble Was His Business — Raymond Chandler

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My pal Carlos Lozano and I attended "Something More Than Night: Raymond Chandler 50 Years Later."

Here’s my little recording of the forum. The speakers are Judith Freeman, Kenneth Turan, Leo Braudy and Denise Hamilton.

Listen to it here. >>>
 

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Paul Coates — Confidential File, March 26, 1959




Confidential File

Dogs Often Nicer Than Their Owners

Paul_coatesOn Jan. 29, 1958, the state of California began enforcing a law which commands that every dog be vaccinated against rabies.

I applauded. Long and loud.

And
I sat back to wait. I waited to see if those dire predictions made by a
small, but extremely vocal group of fanatic dog lovers would come true.

I am happy to report to you that they didn’t.

Our
streets were not overrun by a stampede of vicious animals foaming at
their mouths. Nor were our hospitals overwhelmed by an epidemic of
rabies among humans.

State authorities tell me that nothing but good has come of the vaccination program.

And everybody’s benefiting from it.

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But apparently man-made law isn’t the whole answer.

My telephone rang yesterday and the male voice on the wire emphasized for me another terrifying aspect of the rabies problem.

"Mr. Coates," the voice began, "I want to ask you a favor."

I asked what I could do.

"Mr.
Coates," he said, "two of my children were bitten by a dog. And the
public health people tell me that the kids have to have the Pasteur
treatment. That’s mighty painful, isn’t it, Mr. Coates?"

I acknowledged that it was.

"It’s all so unnecessary," the man said bitterly. "This woman won’t tell me where the dog is."

"What woman?" I asked.

"The
woman who owns the dog that bit my kids," he answered. "I know she
knows where the dog is, but she won’t tell. She won’t even talk to me.
And she told the people from the Animal Regulation Department that she
doesn’t even know anything about a dog.

1959_0326_dandridge"Mr. Coates, that woman is lying.

"My
kids told me that the dog was in her yard for at least two weeks before
they got bit. Some of the other kids in the neighborhood told me that
she’s taken the dog away–to the country, or something.

"Mr.
Coates," he said pleadingly, "I don’t want to cause the woman any harm.
I just want to find the dog so my kids won’t have to take that painful
treatment.

"I’ve got seven kids and I’ve never lost one. I don’t want to lose one now."

If the dog can’t be found, treatment is recommended almost immediately.

So today, two young children begin a painful experience.

Let’s Hope We Can Get Help

"I
know it’s probably too late to spare my kids," the caller told me
helplessly. "But, maybe if you’d write something about them and about
the woman, maybe somebody will do something so other parents can get
official help in finding dogs that bite their kids."

So I am
writing something because this is no isolated incident. Too frequently
I hear about these strange people who, for whatever psychotic reason,
refuse to turn their pets in for quarantine after they have bitten
children.

It may come as a surprise to some of you that I like dogs. In fact, I own a couple of arrogant Prussian dachshunds named Friendly and Crown Prince Otto.

But no matter how much I like them, it would strike me as the most incomprehensible cruelty to place their comfort before a child’s life.

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Trouble Was His Business — Raymond Chandler




Author Raymond Chandler celebrated on anniversary

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“The streets were dark with something more than night.”

— Raymond Chandler on Los Angeles

Today marks the 50th anniversary of Raymond Chandler’s death.

To celebrate his work, a small group of fans and scholars gathered
at USC on Wednesday night to discuss the works of the author who
elevated the detective novel to an art form and who, perhaps more than
any other writer, is identified with Los Angeles, a city he loved to
hate.

The panel of speakers included moderator Judith Freeman, a novelist
and Chandler biographer, Kenneth Turan, a film critic for the Los
Angeles Times, Leo Braudy, author and film critic, and Denise Hamilton,
a former Los Angeles Times staff writer and author of the Eva Diamond
crime novels.

The discussion ranged from Chandler’s difficulty with plot lines to
similarities between the author and detective Philip Marlowe, a loner
and failed knight in an increasingly corrupt city.

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In the Theaters — March 26, 1973

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