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BY KENT HARRINGTON
“You’re meant to go on the journey, pass through the maze, understand the things you need to understand for the stakes of the scene you’re in… “
There is a moment when you are peaking on ACID that is indescribable: both torment and ecstasy. But out there, at the edge, is where you pass through the maze Nolan refers to. Only by passing through the maze do you understand that you can’t understand. You don’t write novels, novels write you. LAST SEEN in many ways is complex, perhaps more so than most modern thrillers, but it reflects, well… me. Please see below:
I left home early. I was just 16. I walked into the front door of a foster-care home, (my newly remarried mother was moving to Florida with her stockbroker sans son); and as my mother spoke to the foster father, I proceeded out the back door. And I was free from any kind of adult authority and into the arms of a psychedelic San Francisco. I had already done time in a military school and was done with all that. I knew about guns, D-Day landings… Rome’s victory in Gaul… but nothing about life that day. I would learn.
There were drugs. There were crash pads. There were criminals. There were girls who were lost like I was who ended up badly. I think I got that part in the new book LAST SEEN. Lost women. I love characters who can come back from that. Personal redemption, man or woman, it is a classic Noir theme, and I believe in its power.
I ended up in the most serious of demimondes, a collection of house boats in Sausalito where the cops never ventured. The notorious place was called Gate 6. It was policed by the dealers. There were successful screen writers, mad hippies, rock stars, dope fiends, violent still-wearing-their-jungle-boots Vietnam vets fresh from
the Tet Offensive, runaways from Kansas. All the people that didn’t fit anywhere ended up there. I wrote about it in the RAT MACHINE. The “6” had one of the best views of San Francisco I’ve ever seen. It was where “Dock Of The Bay” was written by Otis Redding.
I sold grass to survive, to every kind of freak who picked me up while hitch hiking; I had no income otherwise. I wondered when I would be arrested. Narcs were everywhere. Another Noir theme: the threat of state violence. Best manifested in Jim Thompson’s masterpiece the Killer Inside Me.
My opening line, when picked up hitchhiking, after settling into the car was: “Can I interest you in some marijuana…?” wearing my best Irishman’s’ fey smile. Remember this is when even one ounce of grass would put you in a federal prison. I’d been in Juvenile Hall and didn’t want to go back. Cold room, no shoes. Basketball with 17-year-old cutthroats in a locked court with no guard and no mamma to help you.
The big-time dealer who hired me had recruited high school kids to sell dope, scores of them. He had a cool house in Lagunitas. He was later murdered in a SF hotel when he ventured into a more violent trade… I almost followed him as he found out that I spoke perfect Spanish had been to military school (I taught him how to clean his new pistol. Went with him to buy it at the SF Gun Exchange.) “How do you know that shit, man?” I explained that my Aunt Carmen had given me my first sidearm when I was twelve in Guatemala. A “Chief Special” which she thought I should carry there. It’s that kind of place. “No shit” he said. There were some guys that were from out of town, he told me, pushing a cleaning rod through the barrel of his new purchase. He suggested I should come along. I decided to go to college instead. Good choice or I am sure I would have met the same fate: Manos arriba, motherfuckers! My good friend, now dead, James Campbell, a real gangster, used to make sure he used a sawed-off shotgun when at work, the barrel cut so short, you could see the red plastic circle of the shotgun shell when it was pointed at you. Very Noir.
The new novel in the SF series LAST SEEEN is about a lot of things including the use of LSD as a treatment for addiction and PTSD. Apparently, it works! The drug was used to treat alcoholism before “The War On Drugs”. [That war is still going on!] I had a lot of experience with the drug so I knew I could write about it truthfully. And if there is any drug that is associated with my hometown, that’s it. I suppose LSD and San Francisco go together like hippies and Rock & Roll.
My literary influences in those days were many as I was always bookish. I would carry with me Ernest Hemingway’s short stories “The First 32” along with my triple-beam scale. I still have that book. It was the one thing I made sure I took from pad to pad. I was the psychedelic version of Nick Adams, I thought, using a bow to shoot trout in a creek near Bolinas. Naked bacchanals complete with bonfires on deserted Marin beaches. Quail hunts at the crack of dawn. There was lots of room to be young then.
Movies, too, were important to me on the way up the trail. The Maltese Falcon, Michael Cain in Get Carter, and Mona Lisa (no one is as scary as Caine when he plays a gangster). Vertigo has a moment in Muir Woods that is one of the most beautiful quiet moments in film. Stewart and Novak, silent lovers. When I write scripts, I always think of the quiet moments. The power of what I call the No Dialog. The moment when you experience a telling silence between the characters. I love those moments. The words not said.
What about the Maltese Falcon, the quintessential 20th century noir movie set in San Francisco directed by John Huston. His first directorial outing. The irony is I would walk the streets of the city with Huston’s son, Danny a movie star in his own right, discussing a film we were trying to get made based on my DIA DE LOS MUERTOS set in Tijuana. We’d walk past Dashiell Hammet’s famous haunt: John’s Grill. Danny sounds just like his dad John, uncannily so. It was as if I was walking into history’s maze.
I’ve had my Hollywood Days and they’ve been fun. Sometimes I feel like those old script writers that haunt that LA…
INT. SF APARTMENT - DAY
A black old-school TELEPHONE RINGS… a MAN picks up the receiver. We HEAR a front door SLAM. ANGLE ON WRITER, bookish, 60ish, been there and back.
WRITER’S POV – WOMAN’S EARRING on the nightstand. He picks it up, looks at it. Turns towards the phone… FILM DIRECTOR (VO)
Are you Kent Harrington?... I’ve got a book I need to make work on screen.”
It happened not too long ago. I took the job and had fun because it was set in Mexico. And, like John Huston, I love Mexico. I don’t regret running out that foster-home backdoor that afternoon. Always run from those that are holding you back. In a way, by writing novels, I’m still running.
My new novel is called LAST SEEN. It’s the second installment in a series based in my hometown. A cop book. It is as complicated as my life has been.
I hope you like it.
The graphic novel, Flying Out Of Space: The Indecent Adventures of Patricia Highsmith, is being drawn by Hannah Templer, artist on titles such as GLOW, Samurai Jack, Jem and the Holograms, Captain Marvel, and Tomb Raider, and creator of Cosmoknights, an original graphic novel series published in 2019 by Top Shelf Comics. This will be Hannah and Grace's first work together.
A fictional and complex portrait of bestselling author Patricia Highsmith caught up in the longing that would inspire her queer classic, The Price of Salt. Flung Out of Space is an imagined portrait of the wild and complicated figure that was infamous crime writer Patricia Highsmith. As the story opens, we meet Pat begrudgingly writing low-brow comics. A drinker, a smoker, and a hater of life, Pat knows she can do better. Her brain churns with images of the great novel she could and should be writing—what will eventually be Strangers on a Train (which would later be adapted into a classic film by Alfred Hitchcock in 1951).
Pat is a chronic womanizer, but she's ashamed of being gay, and so on the recommendation of her therapist, she enrolls in conversion therapy, where she meets many of her future sexual conquests. This is also not just the story of a queer woman, but of a queer artist. Written and illustrated by two heavyweights in the comics world—Grace Ellis and Hannah Templer, it's a comic about what it was like to write comics in the 1950s, but also about what it means to be a writer at any time in history, struggling to find your voice.
Flung Out of Space isn't a rosy portrait of queer life, but rather an unflinching one. Ellis's savvy writing combines with Templer's stunning illustrations to create a work that will intrigue and fascinate comics fans. An afterword written by Highsmith's authorized biographer, Joan Schenkar, contextualizes the writer's life with this fictional portrayal and offers insight into Highsmith's complex legacy.
Highsmith was unapologetic but guilt-ridden, talented but self-sabotaging, magnetic but withdrawn, vicious but hilarious. In short: She was a hell of a woman and a hell of a protagonist.
The book is part of a line of LGBTQIA focused graphic novels at Abrams, called Surely Books, curated by Mariko Tamaki. On social media, Grace Ellis has briefly talked about the planned book, saying "Oh man, y'all are gonna L O V E this Patricia Highsmith book I'm working on, it's basically "Carol: The Awakening"… I can't wait for the day when my mind-volcano erupts Patricia Highsmith anecdotes all over Twitter, turning this whole website into a Pompeii preserved in 1950s lesbianism… It's a project I've been kicking around for years, and when Mariko told me about this imprint, I knew I had to do it with her. It's an honest-to-god dream come true."
Flung Out of Space: The Indecent Adventures of Patricia Highsmith will be published on February 1st 2022 from Abrams ComicArts – Surely, with an introduction by Joan Schenkar, playwright, author, and literary biographer, including the book, The Talented Miss Highsmith.