With: Ten letters, 7 of which are on Mickey Spillane Productions (Murrell’s Inlet, SC) letterheads; only 2 letters are dated (Jan. 11, 1967 on plain yellow paper & Dec. 16, 1972 on letterhead); one letter 3-pages long on plain white paper and signed in full Mickey Spillane (others signed just Mickey or Mike) and another 2-pages. Some with additional inked notes (including a P.S. initialed by Spillane). One with original envelope. Each accompanied with a COA, signed by Marilyn Gardner (Hy’s wife) and by the authenticator. * Plus, 5 items signed by Spillane: clipped signature inside matting with color image; inscribed card signed to Hy; small color reproduction of poster for Ring of Fear, signed; small photo of Spillane in front of poster for his Mike Danger comic book, signed on verso; and a copy of Mike Danger, Red Menace, part 4, comic book, signed on cover (1997). * Also, a 10x8 photo of a young Spillane. Together, 10 letters, 5 signed items & a photo. Housed together in a three-ring binder.
He writes in different letters: “Since Philip Wylie and Christopher LaFarge took off on me to make a buck over my dead body the phone and mail has been terrific…I’m nearly finished with The Erection Set, after which I’ll do one or two more books, then retire out of the business and see what else gives in the economic jungle. Fishing sounds pretty good. I’m too old to be a gigalo and too lazy to be a rounder.” “[We] made (Ring of Fear) where I play me which is like being Trigger the horse…Had a great time in Phoenix making the movie. We were with the Clyde Beatty circus…On location a minor tornado hit us and watching tents, trunks and midgets fly through the air is really something…after having a paid vacation…this Thomas jerk, a columnist, asks me my opinion of Hollywood…I said it too hot for me…and out of same comes a red hot blast at movieburg. This crum made up more fairy tales than Bob Harrison in Confidental (sic)…The only one with sense enough to check on the thing was Hedda…Jack Warner got upset, Bob Fellows nervous and a bunch more mad…The reason I don’t claim authorship but stick to being a writer is because I’ve never been anything more than a police reporter who happened to hit it…We shot an NBC special up here in the apartment…on Communism featuring my old book, One Lonely Night….I did What’s My Line as the mystery guest with Soupy Sales finally getting me at the last second…I was back in the blue in the –P51, tearing up the sky like in the old days…I was like playing Dawn Patrol…I’m one of five ferrying resurrected Mustangs to Guatamala…I’ll be in New York for a day or two…if you like I’ll buzz you through the blue a bit…let’s hear from you, Love, Mickey.”