I received a nice e-mail from Jack French, author of the new OTR
reference book Private Eyelashes—which
is a wonderful, eye-opening history of the female detectives and sleuths that
populated the airwaves during the Golden Age of Radio. He thanked me for the
kind words of praise that I had posted here and I wrote him back, offering a
little more detailed admiration since I finally got an opportunity to sit down
with it and enjoy it more thoroughly, as opposed to some earlier “skimming.” It
is one heck of a page-turning read, meticulously detailed and infused with a
sly, tongue-in-cheek sense of humor (nothing turns me off more than a
dry, dusty, academic treatment, I can assure you). If you haven’t snatched up a
copy of this book yet—and I have heard that it was the hit of Cincy, “selling
like wildcakes,” as Ed Gardner once remarked on a Duffy’s Tavern episode—then you had best not let me know who
you are because I will shame you relentlessly until you do.
The book is dedicated to his lovely wife Cathy, but Jack also thanks
the various old-time radio historians/researchers who have devoted tireless
effort to providing both modern-day and future OTR fans with the rich, detailed
history of Radio’s Golden Age. (Among those mentioned: John Dunning, Jim Cox,
Elizabeth McLeod, Jay Hickerson, Martin Grams, Jr. Thomas DeLong, Jim Harmon
and Stewart Wright.) I would also lift a glass to these fine people as
well; many of which have written books and articles that occupy essential space
on shelves in my old-time radio library. (Let’s face it, without their
contributions—this blog would pretty much be a big honkin' blank area, with a
sign reading "Space For Rent.") Their work is the "nerve
center" of old-time radio, and without them someone would be forced to
pull the plug on its life-support system.
In e-mail correspondence, Martin once related an experience he once
had at one of the OTR conventions in which a couple of individuals came by his
table, picked up his book
on Inner Sanctum, thumbed
through it and then dismissed it with "all I need is an episode guide and
I can get that off the web." In my opinion, that is very, very
wrong—for me, learning about the history of these great programs provides the
necessary fuel for my lifelong passion of The Hobby; it should, then, come as
no surprise that whenever someone publishes a book that traces the origins and
background of these series that I feast on it voraciously like buzzards on
carrion.
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