Wednesday, April 28, 2010

How I Found Out My Dad Wrote Porn

The abductors follow this note up with a second one, accompanied by more Polaroid snapshots showing Trish in ecstasy under the orally sexual ministrations of Horowitz, whose face has been blacked out.” -Black Abductor

My fraternal grandmother was contacted by an author in the ‘40s who was trying to gather information for a book about the Rusk family. The author sent my grandmother the information she had acquired and requested any other information my grandmother could provide. I stumbled on the information in 1965 when I was visiting Grandma and Grandpop Rusk in California for the summer. She told me the story and copied the pedigree information onto new sheets for me while I typed up the 10 pages of notes on her Royal typewriter. At the end of my stay I bundled up my treasures and brought them home with me to New Mexico.

Over the next 30 years I would occasionally pull the aging, dog-eared papers out of my underwear drawer and read the story to my kids. They were bored but humored me to stay on my good side. I was sad this was the extent of sharing. It was my intent to pursue the family tree and add more names and history to our story. But I lacked a way to find any potential contributors (read that as “people with the last name ‘Rusk’). I had no money to actively search for people and definitely had precious little time.

Along came the World Wide Web! My company started exploring the internet as a marketing channel in 1995. I seized the opportunity to set up a company funded “sandbox” for myself. Armed with a $70 domain from Network Solutions and a web hosting account from a Southern Maryland ISP I commenced thinking about what the heck I was going to do with this new toy.

Then I remembered my family tree! The burning desire to share my family history could now take shape in HTML. I decided to display all the information in a chronologically sorted list beginning with the oldest event at the top. Birth, marriage, death, moving, emigrating, publishing, graduating or any other identifiable milestone became an item on the list. Events like my father writing Land of Plenty, Tug of the Dwarf Star and Space Slaves. Satisfied with the result I published my magnificent piece of work.

Lacking an immediate flood of emails in response to my site I ventured out to Yahoo! Remember this was back in the infancy of the web and Yahoo! was just an ordinary directory company. I added my site in the proper categories and tried to find other directories for listing the site “RuskFamily.com … the Legend Continues”. New information dribbled in by email and I scoured newspaper sites for more tidbits to add.

During one of my daily inbox scans in ’97 I came across an email that read “Hi, I am trying to find the author of Black Abductor and I think the author, James H. Rusk, Jr., you have listed on your web site might be him. I need to contact him. Do you know him or have his contact information?” Being the cagey, paranoid person that I am I slyly replied “I’ll see if have anything more on this person and let you know.” I couldn’t tip my hand too early and admit that this was my father.

First thing I did was lean back in my chair and mutter “what the f**k” (we didn’t have WTF back then). Then I started laughing, the laugh you do when you realize your parents had sex to have you. The email was too hot for email delay so I picked up the phone and called Dad. After we said our hellos I popped the question – “Hey Dad, did you write Black Abductor?” Damn, it got so quiet I though the phone had gone dead! Finally he replied “Yes, where did you hear about it?” I read him the email and he agreed to contact the guy and asked me to forward the email to him.

He proceeded to tell me the story. His dream was to quit working and become a full time writer. He was doing some contract writing under pseudonyms for publishing houses that put out romance novel series under one author’s name. He’d get an outline and crank out a story and get a check. He was also trying some writing under his own name hence the books we all knew about – the ones his mother knew about. But on a darker note he was trying his hand at getting published writing his own brand of novels under another pseudonym – so his mother wouldn’t find out.

During the day he was the Clark Kent of engineers down to the pocket protectors, glasses, white shirt and socks and the narrow tie. But by night he transformed into a lecherous, pervert author breathing hard as he pounded out his pornography (done it myself a few times, guess it runs in the genes).

By chance, a bored newspaper publisher in New York decided he wanted to become a porn writer and randomly collected a sample of books to use as a guide. Black Abductor was one of the novels in his box. He certainly read the book because as the Patty Hearst kidnapping unfolded in 1974 he had a feeling of déjà vu and unearthed the book. He followed along with the details that came out after the kidnapping was over and eventually notified the FBI.

The FBI agreed the book was too close to what actually happened to be just a coincidence and set out to locate the author. The publisher was out of business and the California media reported the author who admitted to using the pseudonym ‘Harrison James’ denied writing the book. Not satisfied with the media’s investigation, the FBI showed up at Dad’s desk at his office. Back then there was a little more respect (fear) of authority and Dad admitted he had written the book. After extensive questioning the FBI concluded that Dad was not part of the SLA and did not plan the Patty Hearst kidnapping and they released him.

Worse than all the embarrassment, questioning and harassment at work was the fact that his mother found out what he had been doing in his spare time! Thus ended his career as a porn author – unless he switched to a new pseudonym!

Oh the guy who sent the email? He was an English representative of a Japanese television production company that was going to do a series of shows on strange coincidences. He had stumbled on articles about the book and the kidnapping on the web and tracked Dad to my site. Last time I asked, Dad and the company were trying to work out royalty arrangements for the book – that was in ’99 – the subject has not been discussed with him since. But you can bet the story is embedded in our folklore and will pass from generation to generation. In an inexplicable way we’re proud of him!

3 comments:

  1. Wow, that's fascinating! And really funny. I love family history. Hearing stories like that makes me smile.

    My great-grandpa was Italian and worked for the Mafia during prohibition. His 12-year-old son (my grandfather) was helping him carry moonshine one evening, and the cops stumbled over them. They ran, still carrying the big jugs, because if they dropped them, the police would have evidence.

    As my grandpa ran up a hill, one of the policemen grabbed his boot and pulled it off. He managed to get away, and they lost the cops in the hills and forests. When they got home, my grandpa told his mom about being chased by the police. Her response was, "That's all well and good, Dominick, but did you have to lose your boot?"

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  2. Thanks for stopping by Morgan. Seems like all families have stories. Yours is interesting - your life might have been quite different had he not lost his boot!

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  3. I list Black Abductor in my "Crime Fiction IV: A Comprehensive Bibliography 1749-2000" and would like to add a birth year for the author (standard entry information when I can get it). Any help appreciated!

    Allen J. Hubin

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