The bestselling author of Psycho takes us from his youthful correspondence with Weird Tales master H.P. Lovecraft to Wisconsin, where a distant neighbor provided the real-life inspiration for Norman Bates, and on to Hollywood where Bloch has written for the big and small screens.
This "unauthorized autobiography" never quite comes to life.
Bloch has very little to say about his writing; perhaps he discussed his methods, sources of inspiration, and attitude to his work elsewhere, or perhaps he simply was disinclined to self-analysis. He certainly provides a striking contrast with more recent writers who are eager to furnish 'backstories' to their work, sometimes to excess.
Nor is Bloch more forthcoming about his peers. Having known nearly everyone of importance in the horr
This "unauthorized autobiography" never quite comes to life.
Bloch has very little to say about his writing; perhaps he discussed his methods, sources of inspiration, and attitude to his work elsewhere, or perhaps he simply was disinclined to self-analysis. He certainly provides a striking contrast with more recent writers who are eager to furnish 'backstories' to their work, sometimes to excess.
Nor is Bloch more forthcoming about his peers. Having known nearly everyone of importance in the horror and, to a lesser extent, mystery fields, he offers few striking characterizations, even of close friends such as Lovecraft, Anthony Boucher, and Henry Kuttner.
He is more informative about his work in cinema. There are interesting stories about making The Couch, The Cat Creature, Strait-Jacket, and so on. He recounts charming anecdotes about Karloff and Joan Crawford.
By contrast, Bloch spends a surprising amount of time on a rather sordid episode in municipal politics, which really does him little credit. I confess I found this section of the book so tedious and unattractive that I resorted to skimming.
One does get the sense that Bloch was not altogether happy with his career, that he wished he hadn't had to do so much work purely to maintain an adequate income, that he never really won the recognition to which he was entitled. He is also plainly bitter about writers, producers, and others who took advantage of him over the years. The book has a sombre quality, unexpected from this genial, relentlessly wise-cracking convention guest.
Altogether, a disappointment on the order of Long's biography of Lovecraft.
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This is a fascinating autobiography written by Robert Bloch, who most people only remember because he wrote PSYCHO. After reading the book, however, you will realize that he was not only an amazing human being, but hobnobbed with an amazing list of authors, actors, and directors. He name-drops on almost every page (from Buster Keaton to Joan Crawford!), but it doesn't get annoying because Bloch is such a strong writer, and his word-play and honesty keep the book very fresh.
Perhaps the best comp
This is a fascinating autobiography written by Robert Bloch, who most people only remember because he wrote PSYCHO. After reading the book, however, you will realize that he was not only an amazing human being, but hobnobbed with an amazing list of authors, actors, and directors. He name-drops on almost every page (from Buster Keaton to Joan Crawford!), but it doesn't get annoying because Bloch is such a strong writer, and his word-play and honesty keep the book very fresh.
Perhaps the best compliment I can give this book is that it left me wishing I had the chance to meet him. What an interesting guy!
A fun autobio in which Bloch writes with a clear knowledge of the language; lots of word play, puns and wit. He does a very nice job of describing growing up in the 20s and shares nice little stories about buddying around with the likes of HP Lovecraft, Buster Keaton and Boris Karloff.
The world should put down the dreadful Stephen King and take another look at such writers like Bloch.
Great read from the author of
Psycho
. Robert Bloch's autobiography is full of funny antedotes and wonderful stories from his life. He was a master of horror and seemed like a really sweet man as well.
Robert Albert Bloch was a prolific American writer. He was the son of Raphael "Ray" Bloch (1884, Chicago-1952, Chicago), a bank cashier, and his wife Stella Loeb (1880, Attica, Indiana-1944, Milwaukee, WI), a social worker, both of German-Jewish descent.
Bloch wrote hundreds of short stories and over twenty novels, usually crime fiction, science fiction, and, perhaps most influentially, horror fict
Robert Albert Bloch was a prolific American writer. He was the son of Raphael "Ray" Bloch (1884, Chicago-1952, Chicago), a bank cashier, and his wife Stella Loeb (1880, Attica, Indiana-1944, Milwaukee, WI), a social worker, both of German-Jewish descent.
Bloch wrote hundreds of short stories and over twenty novels, usually crime fiction, science fiction, and, perhaps most influentially, horror fiction (
Psycho
). He was one of the youngest members of the Lovecraft Circle; Lovecraft was Bloch's mentor and one of the first to seriously encourage his talent.
He was a contributor to pulp magazines such as
Weird Tales
in his early career, and was also a prolific screenwriter. He was the recipient of the Hugo Award (for his story "That Hell-Bound Train"), the Bram Stoker Award, and the World Fantasy Award. He served a term as president of the Mystery Writers of America.
Robert Bloch was also a major contributor to science fiction fanzines and fandom in general. In the 1940s, he created the humorous character Lefty Feep in a story for
Fantastic Adventures
. He also worked for a time in local vaudeville, and tried to break into writing for nationally-known performers. He was a good friend of the science fiction writer Stanley G. Weinbaum. In the 1960's, he wrote 3 stories for
Star Trek
.
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