The Little Egypt Gazette presents:


Knows Jay Marshall
We resume where we left off last month. Columbine, our Lydia Maitland lookalike, a not-yet-twenty-one dark angel, has announced her intentions to attend college full time, where she has already signed up for classes in Virginia Woolf, Henry James, and Conversational French.

Golem, our strange yet handy sysop, has struck up a lucrative deal to do computer graphics for Roger Corman. He has taken to wearing capes, and he is attended by a blonde and a redhead in nurses' uniforms. "Some of my needs," he confides, "are pharmaceutical."

We are seated around our executive-length conference table, and the loft is once again in darkness. A candelabra at each end of the table casts flickering shadows.

The Eddie Fields-Kreskin issue is almost finished. Volume 2, number 12. In the can. A wrap.

"It's been moved and seconded," I say, "that we abolish The Little Egypt Gazette after this issue. All in favor raise your hands."

Although the nurses' hands don't count, the hands go up, and what's done is done. We move on to the party plans. May as well go out with a Halloween bash.

Just as I am about to offer to do card tricks, Golem says, "Uh, I think I can get Alice Cooper."

The spooky rocker had recently done a sound track for a Corman film, and struck up a friendship with Golem because they both own pythons.

"We'll need electricity," Golem says, peering around at the darkness. "Alice's people can wire the place for us."

Although I have some great new card tricks, I could see that Columbine, and even the nurse-babes, favored a world-famous heavy metal rock band. I acquiesced.

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The party is all you might imagine it to be. Loud is the primary adjective, but also frenetic, chaotic, wild, uncontrolled. Fire up your own thesaurus. The fog machines are pumping out chemicals at an impressive rate, the search beacons are impressive indoors, and the mammoth speakers are causing the roof to vibrate dangerously. The guys on the late shift at Little Egypt Power and Light must wonder what the hell is going on.

I'm pleased everyone is having fun. The college boys that Columbine invited seem to like the B-movie starlets that Golem invited, and Golem seems more than passingly interested in the coeds from Columbine's university. Alice himself looks great in black leather pants and black eye sockets. Does he still have to paint them on at his age?

During the relative peace of some ballad, Columbine finds a moment to speak to me.

"Are you OK with this?" she asks. "Ending the magazine?"

"It's fine. I could use the free time, whatever that is. It's hard to remember."

"What will you do?"

"Who knows? Rudy Coby has a new book out called How To Be A World Famous Magician. Perhaps I'll pick up a copy. Give it a shot."

She regards me. "You'd be great. It's been fun to work here. It's, ah, too bad we never had the chance to, you know . . ."

Is she saying what I'm thinking?

"You had J.R." I say. "And youth."

"He was just a passing teenage thing," she says. "And youth isn't so hot. Just insecurities and always being asked for your id. Anyway, you had The Family. And obligations."

"Just a passing midlife thing. Part of the deal."

When she brushes that dark hair out of her face, the kid has great eyes. She looks up, and they are moist. I think she is going to miss the magazine as much as I.

It would be imprudent to say if the child kisses me. Hell, things are so uptight right now that they can't even show the Jeremy Irons Lolita in the U.S. But this is my fantasy. The entire Little Egypt Gazette is my fantasy.

Alice Cooper strikes up "School's Out (Forever)," and everyone cheers and yells.

I smile. I know how they feel.

It was a pleasure to get to work with The Amazing Kreskin on this issue. I found him to be a most friendly and interesting person on stage and off. This is how I find most people in magic, especially at the professional level. Over the past two years, virtually everyone I have contacted in magic has been overwhelmingly generous toward me and this magazine, whether or not they knew who I was or what the heck The Little Egypt Gazette was. Kreskin was no exception. His answers troubled me, especially his saying that he has never been to the Magic Castle. Although his own experiences with magicians have not always been favorable, I find it incredibly sad that someone who likes magic, as he does, who is steeped in the classics and is knowledgeable about the magicians of the past, has not seen and enjoyed the Castle. For anyone who truly loves magic, it's the nicest place on earth. If Milt Larsen is reading this, I hope he can find the opportunity to extend to Kreskin a personal invitation. Meanwhile, I hope Kreskin will accept my contacting him as something of an olive branch, and will consider opening doors of his own. I'm sure he will be the richer for it, as will those who get to know him.


Although I had hoped to produce this issue without disturbing him, I finally had to contact Eddie Fields in regard to a photo permission. The conversation turned into a mini-inteview, the contents of which I am most pleased to pass on to you.

I asked Eddie if he could elaborate on The Unholy Five, an inner-circle cabal consisting of Eddie, Audley Walsh, John Scarne, Walter Gibson, and Orson Welles.

He related the very funny story that appears in his biography. The group used to meet at Holden's Magic Shop in New York, after which they would cross the street and convene at the Dixie Hotel. One day they decided to drive over to Audley Walsh's home, in New Jersey, which required crossing the George Washington Bridge. Walsh had with him a bag of rubber production goods he bought at Holden's, among which was a lifelike rubber hand. Orson Welles stuck a half-dollar between two of the fingers, and pushed the thing up his sleeve. When they approached the toll booth, he held out his arm for the girl to take the coin. As she grasped it, Welles let out a scream and retracted his arm, leaving the girl holding both the coin and the hand. As the book puts it, "the Unholy Five observed a gratifying halt of traffic in the lane behind them" as they sped away.

I explained to Eddie that I had been discussing his code with Danny Orleans.

We did so many things, Eddie said. George would be blindfolded, and he would read cards, telegrams, describe rings, etc. He'd recite someone's social security number and then say, "Give it back to Henry."

Re added layers of deceptiveness, Eddie once noticed a spectator holding a quarter. He walked past the fellow and across the room to another spectator who was holding, say, a comb. George would say, "It's a comb. Brand name ACE." And Eddie would say, "Over there," pointing back across the room to the man with the quarter. "It's a coin," George would say. "A 25-cent piece. Tell him to look at it." Eddie would instruct the man to look at it. "The date is 1934." Although Eddie had glimpsed the date in passing, it now seemed that there was no possible way for Eddie or George to know that information.

We got around to the subject of troublemakers, and contingencies.

We had an answer for everything, so many ways to do everything. Sometimes a spectator would hold an object in his closed fist. "What does this man hold in his hand?" Eddie would say. "More than he holds in his head!" George would respond. Sometimes in this situation Eddie would touch the man's hand with a joy buzzer. This was usually sufficient to cause the hand to open and allow Eddie to glimpse the object. Later Eddie heard about cattle prods and designed a small one he could conceal in his hand. This unfailingly caused the hand to open.

I'd like to see Danny Orleans use a cattle prod at a corporate affair! As I tried to wrap up the conversation, we touched briefly on card tricks.

Eddie's favorite trick is the Invisible Deck. He worked out a handling where he spread cards all over a pool table. Someone was allowed to break three balls, and wherever a selected ball, say the three-ball, would land, that would indicate the selected card. Meanwhile an Invisible Deck had been left on a rail of the pool table. The deck could now be spread and the prediction revealed. [This item is demonstrated on Eddie's video.]

Once Eddie was on a cruise ship, and he held up a deck, after a card had been selected and returned, between two fingers. "Come with me," he said, and he led the entire party up to the main deck, from where he hurled the cards overboard. There floating on the water were 51 face-down cards and one face-up card, the selection. Eddie said the effect isn't his, so I can't reveal the method (astute magicians can work it out). "Do you know Murphy Brown [Candice Bergen]? She did it on Letterman, in a swimming pool!"

And for the record: did you get more than five people ahead in the dime store code?

Oh, yes. We did seven. We were very good.


The brief quoted passage at the top of this issue is from William Kenndy's Billy Phelan's Greatest Game, and I include it to take one last opportunity to encourge you to read this novel and those that follow it. If you like the world of Eddie Fields, you will love the world of Billy Phelan. Although each novel is complete unto itself, Kennedy's saga of the Phelans and the Daughertys and the McCalls plays out over many novels, and it's quite amazing that Kennedy seemed to have worked it all out before writing Billy Phelan. Billy's world in depression-era Albany is that of all-night bowling leagues, pool halls, card games, dice games, bookie action, and whore houses, and Mr. Kennedy makes this world seem like the sweetest spot on earth.

As always, many thanks are in order regarding any of these issues. For this special Halloween issue, thanks go to Richard Kaufman, Stephen Minch, Jon Racherbaumer, Mike Rogers, Jay Marshall, Danny Orleans, and most especially Eddie Fields and The Amazing Kreskin, and, whereever you are, to Tony Andruzzi.


If you have been reading this issue carefully, you know already that this is the final issue of The Little Egypt Gazette. It's been terrific fun from this end, and each issue has been a voyage of discovery for me. My warmest thanks to all of you who have read this strange journal and who have troubled to write to me, especially those of you who ordered books and lecture notes. The site will not go away. I shall maintain the "Favorite Links" page, because I actually use it. These really are my favorite links. You may still order books and lecture notes. Volume 2, for the record, is not yet complete, as I am still waiting for the Elspeth Huxley item from the September 1997 issue. When it arrives, I shall fit it in. Until then, thanks again for being such loyal and patient readers.


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