From our friend Judi Rohrig:
THE RUMOR OF THE LAST MCGEE NOVEL
From time to time readers will inquire as to the truth of the rumor that JDM
wrote a black McGee, to be published after the writer's death.
It makes for fascinating stories and theories and they do abound.
However, there is no truth involved. Both his widow, Dorothy, and his son,
Maynard, stated categorically that "There is no book or manuscript by John
which ends in Travis McGee's death.
We think John would have missed him as you would."
JDM himself said this many times. On one such occasion he replied:
"It would be really wicked so to do because of the people who haven't yet met
"That would be a poor legacy to leave them."
Here's where the site is: http://www.jdmhomepage.org/
Ed here: I checked out the sight. Really fine.
For me last night's Entourage was the best episode of the season. Not a great show but a solid one. The big problem, as I've mentioned before, is that there are only two characters who seem capable of any real kind of growth or at least serious change. E & Ari. E has brains and a conscience. Despite the treacly attempt to make Ari more likable (which for me was a hammy failure), Ari is interesting enough and substantive enough to become the focus for the whole show. Last night Walsh the director slid a handgun under his chin and threatened to kill himself. I was seriously hoping he'd do it. I don't usually get all that involved with fictional characters but spending an hour or to bitch slapping Walsh with a lead baseball bat might be a way to get some good exercise. Johnny and Turtle remain one note and Vince isn't even one note, a total cipher. The end, I think, is near.
Flight of The Conchord was better for me the second time through than the first. The faux music videos were the wittiest elements of the episode. The agent strikes me as much funnier than the two musicians who again (not unlike Vince in Entourage) really don't have much personality. I know that most great comic characters are static and immutable in some respects and therefore asking for comic creations to change is probably wrongheaded on my part. But the operative word here is "great." Seinfeld went seven good and many times great seasons; The Honeymooners did thirty-nine near perfect half hours; and Mary Tyler Moore did five often brilliant seasons. Even The Honeymooners, mostly restricted to that sad little apartment, had enough comic and emotional latitude to hold our interest. The problem with Conchord dramatically is that I don't know where you can take it. It seems to be one of those hot house creations that will die of oxgyn starvation.