Forgotten Treasures of the Pulps: Tony Rome, Private Eye

Forgotten Treasures of the Pulps: Tony Rome, Private Eye

Miami HaleMiami PBOThe paperback original (PBO to collectors) was the immediate successor to the pulp magazine as the home of pulp fiction. Marvin Albert was one of the bright lights of the paperback original market for detective fiction.

Albert’s work is revered in France, where he is considered a master of the hardboiled form, but he is largely forgotten stateside since his work lacks the literary polish of Dashiell Hammett or Raymond Chandler and was never shocking like Mickey Spillane. Albert may not have broken new ground, but he did excel at crafting hardboiled private eye stories in the classic tradition from the 1950s through the 1980s.

Much like Max Allan Collins or Michael Avallone, he also supplemented his income by adapting screenplays as movie tie-in novels for the paperback original market. Oddly enough, Albert specialized in bedroom farces for his movie tie-in assignments, in sharp contrast to his tough guy crime novels and westerns.

Albert utilized a number of pseudonyms during his career (although many of these titles were reprinted under his real name towards the end of his life). He published three hardboiled mysteries featuring a tough private eye called Tony Rome in the early 1960s. The books were published under the byline of Anthony Rome, as if to suggest the tales being told were real cases.

Tony Rome is best remembered today thanks to a pair of campy Frank Sinatra vehicles in the mid-1960s which portray the character as a middle-aged playboy drooling after bikini-clad lovelies half his age. The fact that the private eye operated out of a houseboat called “The Straight Pass” seems to have inspired John D. MacDonald’s Travis McGee private eye series, which launched later in the decade. The sad thing is such vivid recollections of the character do a terrible disservice to the books. Cement HaleeGame PBO

Tony Rome, on the printed page, is a private eye who carries a great deal of emotional baggage. He quit the Miami Police Department after his father (a police captain) committed suicide following public exposure by a political rival that he had once accepted a bribe early in his career. Tony quit the force and largely retreated from the world aboard his houseboat. He is most at home snorkeling in the beautiful and peaceful Atlantic Ocean. Crime routinely brings him ashore and Rome sees justice is done before retreating out to sea once more.

While no longer a young man, Tony has no interest in settling down or even seriously dating anyone. He feels the occasional attraction and pangs of loneliness, but in the end he remains the loner who knows he is too damaged to be of use to anyone else. He is also surprisingly self-conscious of his gambling addiction and realizes he would make a poor husband or father with his various issues.

Lest one think the character wallows in clinical depression, it is worth noting that Tony’s troubled past has afforded him an understanding of life’s other outsiders. Tony views the strippers and junkies and lesbians, that are treated as objects of lust or ridicule ripe for exploitation by the lowlife users that populate Miami, as real people deserving of compassion. In that respect, Sinatra’s interpretation of the character is a stinging betrayal of the humanity of the literary original.

The first book in the series, Miami Mayhem (1960), plays like an update of Chandler’s The Big Sleep (1939), with its exposure of the dirty secrets wealthy families can afford to hide most of the time. The second title, Lady in Cement (1961), sees Tony stumble into the middle of a sordid mob connection after discovering the corpse of a nude woman in a block of cement while snorkeling in the deep blue sea. The third and final book, My Kind of Game (1962), sees Tony on a mission of revenge when the surrogate father figure who mentored him in the private eye business is worked over while investigating big crime in a small town.

All three books have strong echoes of Chandler and the last has echoes of Hammett’s Red Harvest (1929). Every time I settled into thinking the story was purely a routine gumshoe caper, Albert would toss in an original wrinkle that would keep me off guard and hold my interest. All of the traditional hallmarks of the genre are present from the cop friend with a prickly relationship with the private eye to the detective as knight errant setting the world to rights by staving off the forces of chaos that threaten to overturn a surprisingly fragile society.

The titles were last printed in the late 1980s. Here’s hoping The Mysterious Press or Vintage Crime/Black Lizard or Hard Case Crime pick up the clues and bring these gems back into print. Perhaps hardboiled fans will get lucky and receive a deluxe hardcover omnibus edition from Haffner Press. Until then, one can only encourage the faithful to hunt eBay and for secondhand copies of the paperback originals, the rare UK hardcover editions, the mid-1960s movie tie-in editions, or the late 1980s paperback reprints.

Tony Rome’s adventures are worth discovering, as are the talents of the criminally ignored Marvin Albert. For all those hardboiled purists who balk at continuation writers trying to resuscitate Philip Marlowe, discovering a Marlowe-inspired hero like Tony Rome should prove a more than acceptable alternative.

William Patrick Maynard was authorized to continue Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu thrillers beginning with The Terror of Fu Manchu (2009; Black Coat Press) and The Destiny of Fu Manchu (2012; Black Coat Press). The Triumph of Fu Manchu is scheduled for publication in July 2014.

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Bill Crider

By coincidence, I have a post about one of Albert’s books up today, too.


It’s always a crapshoot reading these old genre novels. These Tony Romes sound pretty good, but we’ve all been disappointed at one time or another. I’d always wanted to get around to one of Brett Halliday’s Mike Shayne books, and a few months ago I finally did – and it was terrible. On the other hand, I also recently read the first of Donald Hamilton’s Matt Helm books and it was a crackling good story, and I’m looking forward to more.


Based on your descriptions, I’m definitley going to track down copies of these. I’m not expecting Hammett, Chandler, or Ross Macdonald – I just want some fair approximation of the hardboiled atmosphere that you get in their work. That’s where Halliday fell completely flat. And speaking of great genre writers, a bunch of John D. MacDonald’s non-Travis McGee books from the 50’s and early 60’s are being reprinted in nice paperback editions by Random House. It’s a lot stuff that’s gotten difficult to find. Great news!

Bill Crider

Brash Books will be reprinting a lot of Albert’s books later this year, but not the Tony Rome novels. 20th Century Fox has the rights to those and is developing a TV series based on them.


Bad film/TV adaptations can do great harm to writers like this. For years I assumed that the Matt Helm books were nonsensical crap because of the beyond over-the-top Dean Martin movies. Not so, and if you’ve made the same assumption, I urge you to give the books a try. They’re finally coming back into print after a long hiatus.

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