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Lou Cameron
Lou Cameron blev født i 1924. Han fik bl.a. en
uddannelse ved California School of Fine Arts, inden han i 1950 begyndte at illustrere for
amerikanske pulp-forlag. 1951-58 arbejdede han som tegner for adskillige amerikanske
tegneserieforlag, bl.a. tegnede han i perioder skræk- og SF-serier for forlagene
Friedman, Ace, St. John, Marvel og DC og Famous Fighters for Fiction House.
1953-56 udførte han et særdeles bemærkelsesværdigt stykke arbejde på en lang række Classics
Illustrated.
I 1957 begyndte han at tage tilløb til at forlade tegnebordet til fordel for
skrivemaskinen, og siden 1960 har Lou Cameron stået som forfatter af en lang række
populær-romaner i USA.
(Lou Cameron og andre Gilberton-tegnere får disse ord med på vejen i artiklen They Shall
Not Be Forgotten af Greg Cwiklik i Comics Journal #226/2000)
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Novels by Lou Cameron |
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Angel's
Flight
First published 1960 |
The Bastard's
Name Is War
First published 1963 |
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Before
It's
Too Late
The were trying
to give him
a message
- get out
. . . BEFORE
IT'S TOO LATE |
The
Big Red Ball
First published 1961The
Black Camp.
First published 1963
The Dirty War Of
Sergeant Slade
The Enemy Quarter.
First published 1962 |
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File
On a
Missing
Redhead
Had the beautiful
redhead pulled a
disappearing act
- or had someone
pulled one for her? |
The
Green
Fields Of Hell
First published 1964 |
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None But the Brave
First published 1965
A handful of GIs crash-land on an enemy island - launching the strangest battle of World
War II.
Based on the movie directed by Frank Sinatra |
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The Sky Divers
Ten thousand feet above the earth is
when you jump - and at first you fell as
if you left your stomach back up there
in the plane. But you don’t panic. You
don’t show silk. You settle into a French
frog position and begin the long plunge
down - at 120 miles an hour. Only now
there’s no sensation of falling. You feel
as if you’re gliding on the edge of the
wind and the strange silence of the sky
engulfs you. You soar in and out of a
figure 8 and then, at 2000 feet, you pull |
| the cord. You wait for the jerk of the canopy as it billows out above and
slows you down - and you drift gently the rest of the way to the ground. But one man in
Steve Hovik’s sky diving club didn’t intend to pull the cord. Someone else had
cut six chutes to shreds. And then there was Amber McCall-the girl in the gold lame jump
suit, the beautiful bitch who wanted Steve Hovik - and didn’t care whom she destroyed
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