tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post6258723617325417224..comments2023-11-05T01:52:12.815-07:00Comments on FRANKENSTEIN1959: Answers On A PostcardWayne Allen Salleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199261942617339556noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-5633351202251168622008-12-23T20:10:00.000-07:002008-12-23T20:10:00.000-07:00That little kid is about as cute as they make 'em....That little kid is about as cute as they make 'em.<BR/><BR/>Yep, I have that Ditko Spidey card. It's on the refrigerator door.<BR/><BR/>Ah, THE BUSTED FLUSH. John D. MacDonald was one of those writers whose work depended on him being alive. What I mean is, that he had a kind of personality cult that faded when he died. No one seems to read his books at all, these days. And his books were freaking EVERYWHERE when he was still breathing. The thing is...the stuff holds up well. I can pick up one of his novels and they're as readable now as when they first appeared--even the material from the '60s.James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.com