The ones that hold up:
Sherlock Holmes - I'm up for a trip to 221B Baker Street just about any time. Just please, don't try to make me like the modern takes on Sherlock. I want him lean, addicted to tobacco and/or cocaine, and totally emotionally detached. (My favorite actor in the role was Jeremy Brett, with Basil Rathbone running a close second.)
Robert Louis Stevenson & Alexandre Dumas - the two greatest adventure story writers ever, imho. One of my first great loves was Alan Breck in "Kidnapped". And while the sequels to "The Three Musketeers" are overwrought to the point of pain ("The Vicomte de Bragelonne" leaps to mind), the original has almost everything anyone could hope for. The rest is in "The Count of Monte Cristo". (Sadly, while I love 1973/74 versions of "The Three Musketeers", I have not yet seen what I consider a decent production of "The Count of Monte Cristo" - they keep wanting to happy up the ending for Mercedes...)
Nancy Drew - you've got to start somewhere, and she was independent, fun, rescued all her friends, and solved the mysteries. Way to go, Nancy!
Shirley Jackson - I still say the scariest movie ever made was the original "The Haunting" with Julie Harris and Claire Bloom. Check out the books: besides the original "The Haunting of Hill House" allow me to recommend "We Have Always Lived in the Castle". Many of us might recognize an old, old fantasy come strangely to life.
Edgar Allan Poe - "The Cask of Amontillado" - "for the love of God, Montresor!" "Yes, for the love of God." Wow.
The ones that hold up, with reservations:
H. P. Lovecraft - I gave away my complete set to a young nerd who came back about a week later, strangely gray, and gave them all back to me. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and might have been damaged for life. All I know is Lovecraft scared the crap out of me, I remember some of his stories vividly, a few of them were so brilliant I am still in awe of what he did, and I have no need to ever read them again. (Same thing with "Johnny Got His Gun" by Dalton Trumbo - book and movie - saw it once, read it for some reason after that, had nightmares both times, I am done.)
My adolescent sexist swill (Thanks for the phrase, Fran!):
- The Saint, a/k/a Simon Templar, by Leslie Charteris
- Michael Shayne by Brett Halliday
- Mike Hammer by Mickey Spillane
- James Bond by Ian Fleming
I will say that at least the Saint had Patricia Holm, who was as much of an adventurer as he was. But then Charteris dropped Patricia. Sigh. And the James Bond novels had some strong women– but most of them, in the end, all went soft and cuddly, even Pussy Galore, which I never believed for one minute… :) But at least the locations were fantastic.
I haven't run across any of Brett Halliday's in a long time, so I don't know how well he holds up, but I have re-read some of all of the others, and... for me, they don't. I can see the line, however, leading from these to Robert Parker's Spenser and Hawk.
My adolescent forerunners:
Agatha Christie - Still the classic, especially when it comes to plotting.
James M. Cain - Mildred Pierce (the book) gets better every year!
Dashiell Hammett - ah. Nick and Nora.
Rex Stout - I am trying to collect the complete works, and I almost have. When it comes to media presentations, I want my Nero Wolfe (like Sherlock Holmes) unblemished by Hollywoodization - overweight, misogynistic, lazy, gourmandizing, and brilliant. (I did like the Timothy Hutton version, although he's not how I've always pictured Archie Goodwin, and Maury Chaykin was not large enough...)
Well enough for now, I'm off to re-read "Death of a Doxy"!