Len Levinson - Without Mercy

Then came The Rat Bastards by John Mackie (Jove), 16 novels about a platoon of American soldiers fighting the Japanese Imperial Army in the South Pacific during World War II. This unquestionably was one of the most freaked-out, violent literary projects ever devised by a sick mind. Soldiers constantly were stabbing each other with bayonets, or blowing up each other with hand grenades, or machine-gunning each other to smithereens. Blood, guts, profanity and occasional heads flew through the air. How could such novels, spiced with gallows humor, possibly fail in the gutbucket action-adventure marketplace? They didn’t exactly fail, but didn’t set sales records either.

I felt certain that my Western series The Pecos Kid , six novels by Jack Bodine (Harper), would soar to the top of the Western market, becoming worthy successors to Louis L’Amour, Zane Grey and Max Brand. Pecos contained huge dollops of all possible melodramatic elements such as gunfights, fistfights, knife fights, romance, intrigue, suspense, treachery, deeply researched Apache lore, gags, quips, paradoxes, puns, even a cynical horse named Nestor providing his own unique viewpoint. But the Western market wasn’t very impressed.

My final series, The Apache Wars Saga , six novels by Frank Burleson (Signet), achieved the status of “important historical fiction” in my estimation, comparable to War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy or Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. Again the market didn’t agree.

My so-called literary career crashed totally in 1997. My last editor, Todd Keithley at Signet, said: “They don’t want little profits. They want BIG profits.”

I didn’t take it personally. Many action-adventure writers got dumped during the 1990s, due to hot new policies implemented by rapidly conglomerating publishing houses. Advances usually paid to low profit writers like us got redirected to possibly profitable new authors, especially in the bestselling category, women’s romances.

Between 1997 and now, four of my manuscripts failed to find publishers. Obviously, based on cold, cruel reality, my big gamble ultimately flopped. Not everyone’s dream comes true forever, evidently. Just because you place your offerings on the altar of pulp fiction, doesn’t mean every one will be accepted.

But my so-called literary career wasn’t 100% mistaken, I don’t think. At least I needn’t torment myself on my deathbed for not attempting to become a novelist.

Moreover, I must confess that I enjoyed writing those 83 nutty novels. They allowed me to explore my bottomless imagination, always best destination for an introvert, instead of daily brush-offs by journalists, plus insults from temperamental clients.

Sometimes when you lose—you also might win. Perhaps the novelist’s life is its own reward. And punishment.

My so-called literary career isn’t over yet. Every morning I look forward to sitting at my computer. I’m working on a new novel which I consider my best achievement ever, based on the greatest love affair of my life, played for laughs. It probably won’t be published because I’ve relocated to rural Illinois and lost contact with the NYC literary scene. But even that doesn’t stop me.

In the words of Janis Joplin, as written by Kris Kristoffersen: “Freedom’s just another word—for nothin’ left to lose.”

Since the above, I’ve discovered that bloggers have been writing about me. Joe Kenney in his blog GLORIOUS TRASH referred to me as a “trash genius”. People are buying and selling my old books. Can it be—is it possible—is it conceivable that my new e-books suddenly will go viral, and I’ll become a zillionaire, appear on the Jay Leno Show , relocate to Paris, and marry a dancer from the Follies Bergere? Like I said, my so-called literary career isn’t over yet.

Hailed as a ‘trash genius’, Len Levinson was born in New Bedford, Massachusetts, served on active duty in the U.S. Army from 1954-1957, and graduated from Michigan State University with a BA in Social Science. He relocated to NYC that year and worked as an advertising copywriter and public relations executive before becoming a full-time novelist. Len created and wrote a number of series, including The Apache Wars Saga, The Pecos Kid and The Rat Bastards. He has had over eighty titles published, and PP is delighted to have the opportunity to issue his exceptional WWII series, The Sergeant in digital form. After many years in NYC, Len moved to a small town (pop. 3100) in rural Illinois, where he is now surrounded by corn and soybean fields… a peaceful, ideal location for a writer.

THE COLLECTED PULP FICTION OF LEN LEVINSON

WITHOUT MERCY

By Len Levinson writing as Leonard Jordan

First published by Zebra Books in 1981

Copyright © 1981, 2013 by Len Levinson

First Kindle Edition: September 2013

Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Cover image © 2013 by Tony Masero

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