Capturing the first complete portrait of the real Eliot Ness, Perry brings to life an unorthodox man who believed in the integrity of law and the power of American justice. He is an award-winning writer and editor whose work has appeared in the Chicago Tribune and the Oregonian , among other publications. He lives in Portland, Oregon.
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On May 3, , Ness was among the federal agents who took Capone from the Cook County Jail to Dearborn Station , where he boarded the Dixie Flyer to the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary — the only time both men are known to have met in person. More filters. The mayor needs someone who can spearhead the battle with crime and convince the city council to allocate a greater budget to do so. On a sales trip to New York, he was introduced to journalist Oscar Fraley, who offered to ghost-write his life story. But Eliot Ness was more than just a Chicago prohibition agent. Dave made it clear, usually when Hanks was a guest but other times too, that he loved Road to Perdition. In a news release, Burke said: "Eliot Ness had a checkered career after leaving the federal government.
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Both of our appearances were well-attended, as were book signings in the Mob Museum gift shop. That has definitely changed, as Vegas embraces its colorful past. The subsequent presentation, however, found me back on my game and Brad just as good as before. Interestingly, nobody asked me a single question about CSI, which of course was set in Vegas, with my five years as its licensing writer novels, video games, jigsaw puzzles, graphic novels, often with Matt Clemens not rating a single inquiry. CSI seems to have retreated into the past, at least the Las Vegas past.
My fellow classmates at Muscatine High School will be saddened to learn of the death of Steve Kochneff, a beloved figure in our collective past and one of my best friends from those years. As had been the case with Jon McCrea who became the partial basis for Quarry , Steve was someone I stayed in touch with over the years. He spent much of his life in L.
At MHS, Steve was a genial madman, an eccentric with a unique comic wit, very popular and known for his creativity and his athletic ability. His father had been a much-loved and successful basketball coach, and Steve — who was tall and lanky — was a center on our MHS team, and excelled in that role. But Steve also was known for mounting crazy comic skits.
He and I were collaborators on these. This was very much like the old Hollywood cliche, short only of Steve puffing on a cigar.
At the height of the James Bond craze, we did a Goldfinger take-off skit at a pep rally about a villain called Purple-and-Gold-Finger purple and gold being our school colors — why the villain bore the school colors is lost to history and my fading memory. The kids loved it. I was too intense and needy, and Steve was just a big guy with a great laugh and a wide smile, and all that love came pouring in, unbidden. As with so many high school stars, those days were probably the best of his life.
I have talked about how I wrote novels in high school and tried to sell them — writing all summer, marketing all year unsuccessfully , and my career is based on that enthusiastic early obsessive behavior. Only Steve Kochneff was capable of topping me.
He wrote a Laugh-In script a year or so after graduation and drove out to Hollywood to deliver it. My memory is fuzzy on this, but I believe he eventually did do some work on the show. Over the years he had a lot of projects and many were interesting, and I believe some were stolen from him. He created potential shows, with scripts, for a comedy about female wrestlers, a cop show about a motorcycle-riding Hispanic female detective, and an ambitious film script about a cloning of Princess Diana.
And much more. His biggest success, perhaps, was his pioneering production company shooting videos of high-ticket homes in Beverly Hills, Bel Air and other exclusive sections. We talked a number of times about collaborating, and I offered several times to get involved with projects. But he always preferred to go his own way — to talk to me and get input, but make his own mark. Like many talented people in Hollywood, he came close. So close. He came back to Muscatine from time to time and stayed with us at least once that I can recall.
I know he envied my luck in having Barbara as a wife, so beautiful, so supportive, so talented herself. He knew I had really struck gold there, that this was an element that he wished he had in his life. I know he had close relationships with various women in Southern California and also, I think, in Arizona. But he never shared details with me.
I had a phone call from him a few months ago and it was a warm exchange, as always. I gave him a bad time for not coming to the MHS 50th class reunion, and he revealed to me that he was embarrassed to attend. Typically, he was full of enthusiasm to write a movie script or TV pilot based on his experiences inside. Like any real writer would, Steve viewed incarceration primarily as an opportunity to do research.
Listen, I loved the guy. It broke my heart to learn he had died January 2 in a psychiatric hospital. But I am relieved that his search for fame and success is finally over, because I suspect as the years passed that effort grew only more frustrating and finally painful. I want to assure you that our phone conversation, perhaps two months before he passed, was filled with laughter. I can hear that laugh right now.
One of those distinctive laughs, a combination of glee and embarrassment.
It is, in fact, what brought Brad and me together — he went to the play in Des Moines and saw Mike Cornelison perform the one-man show in person. Mike is gone, for several years now, and I am so grateful that we were able to have this one last, great project with the actor who was the backbone of all of my indie film projects.