As writers we are told constantly to write, rewrite and edit rigorously. I’m sure this blog post will make the merits of such advice obvious.

Due to a rather unfortunate printing error Penguin Books Australia has pulped a run of its cookbook, the Pasta Bible. According to the news section of the Penguin Books Australia website:

At Penguin every book is proofread at least twice, depending on its complexity. In this case it is clear that a spell-check error crept in, the recipe incorrectly suggesting the addition of salt and freshly ground black people instead of freshly ground black pepper. Normally such an error would be picked up by proof readers, but they would have been concentrating on checking quantities, a common source of error in cookbooks. Penguin would also like to point out that it maintains the highest of standards throughout the editing process, hence a mistake such as this is a very rare occurrence. Obviously though, editors are human and even the best and most professional will at times overlook an error.

While this is clearly an unintended term of phrase it did remind me of something equally morbid – and apparently true. In Jadoo, John A. Keel documents his adventures in the Middle East and the Orient in search of Jadoo (real magic). He writes:

Four hundred years ago you could buy “Egyptian Mummy” in any apothecary. It was a coveted cure-all during the Middle Ages. Ground-up bodies hauled out of Egyptian crypts were considered good for everything from a hangtail to a knife wound. For this reason hundreds of priceless tombs were rifled by profit-hungry merchants, and undoubtedly many records and relics of immense historical value were stolen or destroyed. Eventually the heavy traffic in mummies exhausted the supply, so the merchants had to start manufacturing more.

So the next time your pasta seems a little bland, or your medicine has a terrible aftertaste, or you realise you’ve spelt ‘possession’ wrong, just think – it could be worse…

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At a former workplace we were at one time inundated by moths of a curious size. Standing outside with a work colleague surveying the potential business on a Sunday afternoon, he looks at the moth thoughtfully before parsing his lips to speak. “Have you seen The Mothman Prophecies?” he asks. “It’s really creepy and it’s based on a true story.” I admit that I have not seen this movie. I don’t really think much of it until another work colleague poses the same question and description almost verbatim. I am intrigued. I don’t particularly know anything about this movie, but the expression on my workmates’ faces as they talk about it spurs me to learn more. Eventually I borrow the movie from a local DVD store. It is creepy and it is – apparently – based on a true story. What is this story?

I imported a paperback copy of The Mothman Prophecies with a white movie tie-in cover from the United States. That poor paperback became batted as I thumbed my way through it, first at home and then interstate while on holiday. It was fascinating and disturbing. The flying humanoid terrorising residents of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, circa 1966-1967 had apparently existed. But it was only the tip of the iceberg. There were even more sinister and oddball things covered in the book that the movie didn’t even make reference to. But even more than that it introduced me to John A. Keel, the author, who was thoughtful and intelligent. He had a deliciously wicked sense of humour. He had a rich sense of voice on the written page. He seemed to genuinely have a lot of respect and compassion for people, especially people who had unusual experiences (people who were frequently ridiculed and dismissed by others). The simple truth was that before reading The Mothman Prophecies I thought paranormal subjects were purely the domain of wide-eyed crackpot ‘true believers.’ Keel’s book was a refreshing revelation.

But more than anything the book excited me and instilled this strong feeling within me that I was doing something wrong. I mean why would anyone answer phones for a living when you could be sitting on far off hills watching strange meandering lights (UFOs), interviewing people and writing incredible books?!

I located a copy of Keel’s first book, Jadoo, in Sydney and had it shipped to me. Keel had been fascinated with ‘sleight of hand’ magic tricks from a young age, and Jadoo is his foray into the Orient and the Middle East to find ‘real’ magic. The things he details on his travels are truly fascinating, from the black market trade for mummies in Egypt to an invitation to live with bonafide devil worshipers, elaborate trickery with snakes, and even individuals who have themselves entombed only to come out unscathed. As I read of far off lands and ancient mystical practices I also learnt much more about Keel himself. I took great comfort in the knowledge that he too feared the blank page. I learnt about his Keel’s parents and home, his desire to write, how he had changed his name. I clung to each page as he struggled to sell articles of his adventures to magazines and as he systematically sold off his camera equipment just to make ends meet.

I was completely in awe of this man and as I ordered another of his books and it would arrive I would abandon the one I had been reading in favour of the new title (eventually going back to finish all the books). Soon I had multiple copies of many of his books, different editions. I snapped up cheap books whenever I encountered them, determined to share them with friends. The Eighth Tower (also published as The Cosmic Question), UFOs: Operation Trojan Horse, Disneyland Of The Gods, Our Haunted Planet, The Complete Guide To Mysterious Beings (also published as Strange Creatures From Time and Space), The Fickle Finger Of Fate (Keel’s lone piece of published fiction). I even discovered in my research a collection of short stories for school students that included one by Keel about the Great Houdini.

I was able to track down some recordings of talks he had given at FORTEAN events and these only endeared me to him further.

JOHN A. KEEL
March 25, 1930 – July 3, 2009

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