When my old gang and I were 14 or 15 years old, many centuries ago, we yearned for immortality in the fiery wreck of a ’40 Ford or ’57 Chevy. Our J. K. Rowling was Henry Gregor Felsen, the ex- Marine who wrote the 1950s bestselling masterpieces “Hot Rod,” “Street Rod” and “Crash Club.”
His books — highly praised by the National Safety Council — were deterrents to unsafe driving, meant to scare my generation straight with huge dollops of teenage gore. In fact, he was our asphalt Homer, praising doomed teenage heroes and inviting us to emulate their legend.
One of his books ends with an apocalyptic collision at a crossroads in a small Iowa town, and the deaths of the teens are graphically described.… Seguir leyendo »