Jack Coltrane

Jack Coltrane is the kid who grew up on the science fiction pulps of the 1930s, ’40s, and ’50s. In those days, you didn’t have a mid-life crisis. And you didn’t study martial arts, philosophy, or mindfulness - unless you traveled abroad. Those came from the East. And enlightened men of all nations studied ancient philosophies unknown in the western world. Jack was that guy. A western man in a zen garden, no stranger to both calm and conflict.

Jack is a ghost now. A ghost who has found a voice for his stories of adventure through his modern medium, Marilyn Foxworthy. Jack’s stories come from the Golden Age of fiction when Martians were Martians, and the far-off future of the 1980s had personal jetpacks and flying cars. Where domed cities on the moon had crystal streets, and even the dirt was clean.

Unlike other authors of his time, Jack was not constrained to simply hint at sexuality. He tells stories that would never make it past the censorship boards of his time.

Jack Coltrane, like Ms. Foxworthy, tells the story the way he hears it from his characters, never knowing where the characters will take him. He tells the story to Marilyn, and she writes them down the way that she always does.