Namedrop Central: Me and Mickey Spillane

imageSeeing his famous quote on Chris #TSRA’s blog, brought to mind the time I went to tea with Mickey Spillane.

Many writers will be familiar with the quote, attributed to prolific author of bestselling gritty detective stories, Mickey Spillane:

The first chapter sells the book. The last chapter sells the next book.

Thanks to Chris The Story Reading Ape’s blog for sharing this pertinent quote yesterday.

It reminded me of something else too – that I once met Mickey Spillane. It was back in May 1992, and not just in a book-signing queue either.  I was invited to tea at his home in Murrells Inlet, South Carolina.

I was holidaying in the USA with an American friend. We were visiting with her parents, who lived at Pawleys Island, just a few miles up the coast from Murrels Inlet. It’s a small and close-knit community and they knew Mickey Spillane socially. Keen for their British guest to experience something beyond the undeniable beauty of the South Carolina coastline, they wondered if I’d be interested in meeting their local celebrity author, as he had extended an invitation for us to join him for afternoon tea.

Now, I wasn’t a writer at the time. I’ve always loved books and reading, but if I’d had the slightest inkling of where my passion would lie some 20 years later, it’s fair to say I would have made a great deal more of the encounter than I did.

My hosts had been kind enough to source a couple of his books for our visit, but there wasn’t time for me to read them. Nevertheless, whilst I betrayed a staggering ignorance of his considerable body of work, Mickey Spillane graciously signed them for me. I recall him writing something like, “To a real doll…” although I’m ashamed to admit both paperbacks have since vanished from my bookshelves, probably during one home move or another.   I expect he wrote that kind of thing on the inside covers of a lot of books, but it made me blush nonetheless.

Mickey Spillane, author of stories featuring more violence and sex and a higher body count than was typical of novels of the time (he wrote from 1947 until his death in 2006) could not have been more kind and generous towards us, his guests. We enjoyed tea on the lawn at his beautiful home and he showed us around his gardens. We talked of the impact that Hurricane Hugo had had on the region just two or three years earlier. He posed with us for photographs, but these too have dissolved away.

Looking him up on Google this afternoon, I particularly liked another of his quotes, answering those who criticised the high sex/violence content in his stories:

Those big-shot writers could never dig the fact that there are more salted peanuts consumed than caviar… If the public likes you, you’re good.

In these modern, changed times, when most of us can only dream of making a living from our stories, we should celebrate authors like Mickey Spillane, who lived our dream, and lived it well.

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15 thoughts on “Namedrop Central: Me and Mickey Spillane”

    1. In those days, books were so much shorter, and writers like him would produce 2 or 3 a year. Iconic indeed. I just wish I’d appreciated it more at the time. 😊

  1. I think there is room enough for authors who pen literary gems AND authors who write simply to entertain. There’s something for everyone, so I love Spillane’s quote about salty peanuts and caviar. Very cool you got to meet him!

    1. I only wish I’d realised how cool it was! Of course I knew who he was, I just didn’t know who *I* would want to be (writerly ambitions) in years to come!

  2. What a great bookworm-meets-writer adventure! And yes, I love that second quote, too. Literary professors everywhere, sit up and take note. Spillane was a very astute man. Dickens and Austen didn’t set out to write “literature”, they set out to make money by throwing us bookworms some peanuts that turned out to be caviar thanks to the quality of the ingredients.

    1. That’s so true. There’s room for everyone of course, but I know my ambitions lie more with the peanuts than the caviar (or perhaps peanuts, but with a side order of caviar!). Would that I might sell like he did!

    1. Thank you Geoffle! I’m sure we all have a catalogue of “if only’s” from those years. For me, they were so filled with work and career, I barely made time for reading, let alone any notion of becoming a writer.

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