by Cullen Gallagher
rMost famous for writing the original novel of Psycho, which Alfred Hitchcock based his movie on, Robert Bloch had a writing career that spanned not only nearly his whole life, but also the 20th century. Born in 1917 in Chicago, IL, Bloch sold his first short story to Weird Tales in 1934 - when he was just seventeen years old! Before his death in 1994, Bloch published twenty-five novels and hundreds of short stories that ranged from horror to mystery to science-fiction, as well many other works for television, radio, movies.
His first
novel, The Scarf (Avon #494) was published in 1947. It tells the story
of a writer, Daniel Morley, who uses real women as models for his characters.
But as soon as he is done writing the story, he is compelled to murder them,
and always the same way: with the maroon scarf he has had since childhood. We
start in Minneapolis and follow him and his trail of dead bodies to Chicago,
New York, and finally Hollywood, where his hit novel is going to be turned into
a movie, and where his self-control may have reached its limit.
Bloch
uses a first-person narration that puts us not only in the mind of Daniel, but
also in his hands as he crafts his stories and wraps the scarf around the necks
of his victims. In many ways, it reminded me of Jim Thompson’s psychological
noir thrillers such as The Killer Inside Me or Pop. 1280. A key
difference is that Bloch is interested in finding the root of the character’s
psychology, whereas Thompson doesn’t rationalize psychosis but instead
confronts the reader face-to-face with it. Both writers each have their
distinct approach, and each of them is disturbing in their own ways. Neither
novelist will leave you feeling comfortable and secure – but instead touches
something deep and dark within you, that little piece of security that makes
you believe that the world will be all right tomorrow. In Bloch and Thompson’s
world – nothing is all right tomorrow, and it never will be.
Bloch
also seems to have channeled his own frustrations as a writer into The Scarf.
Daniel Morley continually doubts his own creative talents, and is particularly
pessimistic about the financial and commercial possibilities as a writer. Here
is just one such passage, brimming with a young author’s anxieties:
“Did
you ever stop to think about this angle? Thousands of guys are beating their
brains out every year writing books. Every broken-down hack that ever had a job
on a newspaper or in advertising sooner or later gets the idea that he’s going
to write The Great American Novel. And hundreds of the damn fools actually do
write their books and get them published, every year. How many of those
hundreds of novels have you read this year? How many do you think anybody has
read? […] You can starve to death in that racket, son. And here’s another
encouraging thought: you’ve written one book, but how do you know you can write
another? The woods are full of one-book authors…”
Below are
a few more of my favorite quotes from the novel:
“Did you
ever try to punch a raw oyster? That’s the way it was, fighting with Hazel
Hurley.”
“As I
turned and ran down the steps, I thought I could hear her scream. But it was
only the grinding halt of the train.”
“Her
voice gurgled like water in a faucet. I turned it off.”
“I open
the notebook and take up the pen, and here I am, playing with words again. Even
in crisis and despair, I play with words. Crisis…despair – they’re words, too.”
If you’d
like to read more Robert Bloch, head over to Hard Case Crime and sample
chapters from Shooting Star and Spiderweb
– two other excellent novels worth picking up, and published together in a
cool, vintage “back to back” format!
You can
also find several interviews with Bloch online, essays about him, and links to
his stories, at The
Unofficial Robert Bloch Homepage. Petri Liukkonen and Ari Pesonen
have also written an
informative essay and bibliography.
Excellent review, Cullen!
ReplyDeleteI really prefer Bloch's crime fiction to his horror stuff. It's interesting to look at later editions of SCARF and see how Bloch (or somebody)modernized it: a train trip becomes a plane ride, music on the jukebox changes....
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