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Weird Science

I loved kids’ series when I was, well, a kid. I still have fond memories of reading and collecting as many of the books as I could–I still have all my copies–and while of course times have changed, I feel bad for kids today who don’t have the plethora of series to choose from that I did when I was a kid.

Of course, I chose all of them, pretty much.

And while the most popular kids’ series were Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, my favorites were the ones that weren’t as well known, didn’t last as long, and vanished from print during the late 1960’s and through the 1970’s. I always preferred Judy Bolton, Trixie Belden, and Vicki Barr to Nancy Drew; I enjoyed The Three Investigators, Ken Holt, and Rick Brant far more than I liked the Hardy Boys, but you could get Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books almost anywhere, whereas the others were incredibly hard to find. Our babysitter used to take us to the Goldblatt’s Department Store on 26th Street in Chicago when she went, pulling her buggy behind her (Dad says Mom used to pull me and my sister in hers to the grocery store, but I don’t remember that). Mom would always give my sister and I two dollars each to spend, and I loved going there because in the basement was the kids’ section, and while my sister was looking at dolls or single records (remember 45’s?) I discovered the remainder table, where Goldblatt’s marked down some of the lesser known Grosset & Dunlap/Stratemeyer Syndicate books on a big table, for like thirty-nine cents, which was a big deal because I could get a lot of books at that price. They were all series books I’d never heard of, but they sounded interesting. It was off that table that I got my first Ken Holt. Rick Brant, and Biff Brewster mysteries. The Biff Brewster books weren’t as good as the other two series, but today I want to talk about Rick Brant, and why I loved the series so much.

Rick Brant, being tall for his age, had no trouble making the final connections on his latest invention. He screwed the bell on solidly, then stepped back to view his handiwork.

The doorbell was now in an unusual position. Instead of being at waist level, it had been moved to the inside of the doorframe and placed up high.

It looked fine. A stranger might have to hunt a little before he saw the push button, but he’d find it all right. Rick went inside and threw the switch that would send electricity into the gadget and went to collect the family.

Mrs. Brant was in the kitchen, supervising the supper preparations for the family and the scientists who made their home on Spindrift Island.

Rick sampled the cake frosting in a nearby bowl and invited, “Can you come out on the porch for a minute, Mom? There’s something I want to show you.”

Mrs. Brant looked up from the roast she was seasoning, a twinkle in her eyes. “What is it now, Rick? Another invention?“

“Wait and see,” he said mysteriously. “I’ll go get Dad and Barby.”

And so opens the first Rick Brant Science Adventure. I bought four Rick Brant books that day (The Rocket’s Shadow, The Egyptian Cat Mystery, The Flying Stingaree, and The Flaming Mountain), all of which had some appeal to me. I wasn’t really that much into science or rocket ships, but I did buy the first because it was, well, the first in the series, and OCD Child Greg had to read the first book. I didn’t have to read the series in order–I did try that with the Hardy Boys, but gave up when it was time for Book 4 and the title, The Missing Chums, didn’t excite me so I got one of the later volumes, The Mystery of the Aztec Warrior instead. There was a pyramid on the cover. I’ve always been a sucker for pyramids–but I always felt obligated to eventually get to the first volume of every series. It wasn’t always necessary, but in some cases–The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden, Judy Bolton–they really did set the stage for the rest of the series and it helped to have read the first one.

I’ll be completely honest here, too: I was never good at science. I don’t know why that was, but I just was never good at any of it–biology, chemistry, physics; math and science were my two Achilles heels. I only read a couple of the Tom Swift books, and even those were because one was reissued in paperback and renamed In the Jungle of the Mayas (the Mayans built pyramids!) but I got the impression the Swift books were more about science than a case or a mystery or anything. The Rick Brant series, on the other hand, while having some insane titles (The Electronic Mind Reader, The Wailing Octopus) like all series did, there were also some that were called “mysteries.” So, yes, science, but also mystery.

I also had no idea it was going to become one of my favorite series.

When I first read The Rocket’s Shadow in the late 1960s/early 1970s, it was already significantly dated. Originally published in either 1946 or 1947, the background to the story was that the scientists on Spindrift Island, off the coast of New Jersey, were trying to build a rocket to send to the moon. Several different groups were trying to accomplish this, and whoever succeeds first was going to get a very lucrative government contract…and their efforts are being sabotaged. Rick’s father, Dr. Hartson Brant, is world-renowned, and of course Rick is very interested in science and is always inventing things to either save time or effort, and they aren’t usually very practical, even though they do work. Rick and his younger sister Barby go to school on the mainland–Spindrift is separated from the coast by tidal flats that are underwater during high tide–but everyone on the island is determined that their rocket will succeed and they’ll catch the saboteurs.

Rick soon figures out a clue and gives chase to some of the saboteurs, who turn on him and attack him–only he is rescued by a blond hitchhiker carrying a military duffle. He and Rick run the attackers off, and then Rick brings his new friend, Don Scott–“Scotty”–home with him because he has no place to go. He’s out of the military and has no family, was just wandering the roads to see where he wound up. The close bond between Rick and Scotty1 resonated with me, especially their sense of camaraderie and affection for each other. They had no girlfriends or even any girls who might be potential dates at first (some were introduced in the series later, Barby growing up for Scotty and a new scientist comes to the island and has a teenaged daughter Jan who is sort of an interest for Rick–but the girls are never more important to them than they are to each other.2

Obviously, by the time I got and read the book we were already into the Apollo space programs from NASA, and we landed on the moon in 1969–so all the science in The Rocket’s Shadow was off and wrong–also the rocket got there in like twenty minutes, not possible even now–and as such, the series could never really be updated and revised like the Hardys and Nancy Drew. The Rocket’s Shadow would have had to have been completely rewritten, and I’m not sure how you could introduce Scotty as a hitchhiker/war vet (he lied about his age) today.

I enjoyed all the books in the series. I did eventually get them all over the years and read them, and many of them are dated. High tech walkie-talkies don’t seem so impressive in a cell phone world, and of course, there are some trips to foreign lands (Asia and Pacific Islands) that are probably more than a little racist and dated now. But I loved The Lost City, where they are off to Tibet to set up a radio receiver on the opposite side of the world from Spindrift to triangulate with the rocket on the moon, and they discover a lost city of Mongols and the tomb of Genghis Khan. They also meet, in that book, an Indian youth named Chahda who helps them out and becomes basically a member of the family, and they take him off the streets of Delhi and pay for him to go to school. Chahda was incredible smart and adventurous too–but not sure how he’d hold up under modern scrutiny in these more evolved times.

And maybe when I’m retired I’ll reread the series critically. The books can be found on ebay and second-hand sites; some are available as ebooks, either on Amazon or Project Gutenberg.

  1. I am even now wondering if this character is why I’ve always liked the name Scotty, and have used it repeatedly for characters of my own creation. ↩︎
  2. I do find in also amusing that my parents–so worried about me reading books about girls instead of boys; did they not understand just how homoerotic the relationships between boys in these books were. This amuses me greatly now. ↩︎

You Make Me Feel Mighty Real

Growing up as a queer kid in the 1960’s and the 1970’s wasn’t the easiest path to trod. First came the realization that my wiring was different from everyone else’s, followed quickly by the shame from being different and of course, the ever-popular feeling among queer kids when they recognize their queerness that I was the only one in the world and no one, under any circumstances, could ever know. I honestly don’t remember the first time I came across a gay character anywhere–it had to be in a novel, though–and I slowly became aware that it wasn’t just me, but there weren’t any others like me anywhere around me. (I do sometimes wonder how differently my life would have turned out had we never left the Chicago suburbs for the empty plains of Kansas; I certainly would have met other gay men much earlier in my life but….being an out gay man in Chicago in the 1980’s might not have boded well for me otherwise in the long term, if you catch my meaning.) I do remember the first gay characters I saw in film and television; I remember being highly entertained and feeling connected, in some way, to celebrities like Paul Lynde and Charles Nelson Reilly; but Liberace’s flamboyance repelled me. The few times I’d seen gay characters they were horrific stereotypes, and I can remember being confused, thinking I’m not like that, though. I can remember TV movies like That Certain Summer which was about a gay man coming out to his son and his son having to deal with it; I didn’t watch because I was afraid that watching it, even though it was an ABC Movie-of-the-Week, would tip off my parents and my sister that I was like that–or even just curious about it, which wouldn’t fly.

It was Billy Crystal as Jodie Dallas on SOAP that gave me my first real exposure to a continuing regular series character who was a gay man–and his confusion (which had a lot to do with the writers fighting with the network censors and trying to appease the gay community) about his gender and sexuality in that first season struck me as a bit on the absurd side–but I also understood his thinking well had I been born a woman this would have been all a lot easier.

Of course, now, as an adult gay man with years of living the life behind me as well as writing about it, I see how incredibly absurd on its face was that story-line.

I first found Matt Baume’s Youtube channel during the pandemic, as I was scrambling to find things to watch while i made condom packs and did other make-work at home duties to maintain my paycheck. I may have found him through James Somerton’s channel? But while Somerton is often very dour and doom-and-gloom and “this is how they betray us” (don’t get me wrong, there’s a place for that and it’s needed), Baume is much more cheerful and positive about representation: he presents queer rep in popular culture in the context of the time; what the show/movie creators were trying to do with the rep; why they chose to do the rep in the first place; and the battles and struggles they had to make sure their rep made it to the viewers the way they wanted it to–and how that representation may have helped change hearts and minds when it comes to queer representation in art and culture. So when I found out Baume had written a book about queer representation in network sitcoms–written versions of his Youtube channel most likely–I had to have it.

I’m really glad I read it, too.

The essays contained within are well-written in a light, easy to read and comprehend way, without all the academic language that inevitably drags these kinds of things into the impenetrable territory that gets cited in other academic papers but otherwise never get read. Each chapter, from Bewitched through Modern Family, also contextualizes the queer representation in its time and place within the sociopolitical climate of each show, as well as the queer influences. Bewitched was probably the queerest show to ever air, be a hit and win Emmy Awards before Will and Grace; which makes it all the more memorable is that it was all coding and subtext, with witches standing in for queer people–and the similarities were obvious: they had to hide who they were from mortals for fear of persecution, bigotry, and violence. Sound familiar?

Baume also names and shames all the anti-queer activists of my lifetime, from Anita Bryant to Donald Wildmon (my own personal nemesis) to A Million Moms and so forth; Wildmon himself is probably the worst of them all; much as I loathe Bryant, I think she sincerely believed that queer people were a danger and sinful. I also think Bryant and Phyllis Schlafly were the last true-believer homophobes to lead movements; everything since has been a cynical grift for money and political power. Ronald Reagan and the Republicans saw, in 1980 and with the evangelical turnout in 1976 that carried an actual Christian to the White House (Carter was perhaps the most truly Christian president we’ve ever had; his religious values colored his policy. It’s ironic that Christians hate him as a general rule and always point to him as an example of a failed presidency rather than what his presidency actually proved; a true Christian believer isn’t pragmatic enough to lead a country; because sometimes, as The West Wing noted in an episode title, sometimes you have to kill Yamamoto; things for the greater good that are horrific on a personal level) and noted that “lip-service” to “Christian ideals” was all it took to get “Christians” to vote for you.

And this is a good place to serve as your regular reminder that the “party of family values” elected our only divorced presidents, yet are the same people who tried to remove Bill Clinton from office for lying about a blow job because it was evidence of his poor character and someone with such poor character shouldn’t be president.

I recommend this book, not only because it’s an interesting look at the evolution of queer representation in television comedy series, but because it also is educational by tracing the opposition to queer equality during the same time period.

I also learned by reading the book that Baume was the Communications Director for AFER, an organization that fought for marriage equality. So, buying and reading his book is also an excellent way to say thank you for his advocacy.