Sunday, September 14, 2008

My Town Monday, Detroit:: 8 Mile Road

























If that road sign has any meaning to you, it's probably from the Eminem movie of several years ago or the rap song from a bit earlier. Or maybe it's because the strip has a notoriety from race riots of the sixties or from the years when Coleman Young was mayor of Detroit. But if it's 8 Mile Road in Detroit, you're not picturing bucolic vistas. And you'll find none.

The significance of 8 Mile Road in Detroit is that it's the dividing line between Detroit and its northern suburbs and although its clear demarcation of white and black has been blurred in recent years (some people claiming 10 Mile or even 12 Mile is the new divide) for years it was a daily reminder of how limited the lives of African-American Detroiters were.

Longtime mayor Coleman Young alluded to 8 Mile Road-- as a signifier during his administration in the seventies and eighties, seeing it as a signpost of all that was wrong with the white suburbs and their attitude toward Detroit.
There was truth in his assessment, but his inability to work the suburban governments contributed to the problem, worsened it, in fact. The two mayors since Young, (Archer and Kilpatrick) have been more amenable to overtures from the suburbs. And of course many of those suburbs are no longer as segregated. The exurbs have significant African-American populations now.

Ten years ago or even twenty, the difference between the south side of 8 Mile and the north was jolting. Although the housing stock doesn't differ much, and, in fact, some very nice houses in Detroit lie just off 8 Mile and some rather poor housing in the suburbs lies on the other side, the businesses tell it all.

The Detroit side has check-cashing and liquor stores, strip clubs, places to buy pagers and cellphones, pawn shops and hookers. A few businesses predating Detroit's decline, struggle to hold on.

Until recently the north side had typical suburban businesses. That's beginning to change as the dividing line moves north. The dramatic difference from one side of the highway to the other has blurred.

If pressed to find something positive to say about the stretch, it does have a sort of urban aesthetic -faded signs, symbols of Detroit (wheels, tires, music), motels from an earlier era because none of these things have been replaced.

8 Mile Road has always angered Detroit politicians and residents, symbolizing years of real estate practices, suburban edicts, failed busing attempts and declining schools and city services that kept them hemmed in. And it angers the older, white suburbanites who remember a childhood when Detroit was still a vibrant city. You only have to drive a few miles along it to know why that's all changed. Until we take poverty and its impact seriously, 8 Mile Road will continue to be an eyesore and continue to dominate this area as a constant reminder.

Check out Clair Dickson's blog today for 8 Mile Road in her neck of the woods, a very different vista.

And as always, look to Travis Erwin for the usual rundown.







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Movies You Expected to Like, But Didn't

Every year, just about now, I read the list of movies opening in the fall and get really excited. I just know I'm going to do nothing but watch great movies and love them. There's nothing I like more than watching a movie on the big screen with the smell of popcorn (my own) permeating the theater. For me, the small screen doesn't cut it except for films I can see no other way. Blame it on my age.

But all too soon, a disappointment sets in, as movies I expected to love, fall short. A few years ago, I expected to love
The Ladykillers. Loved the original from the sixties with Peter Sellers. Love the Cohn Brothers output. They never miss. Until this one. Horrible movie. Just falls flat. How could Hanks, so funny in Bosom Buddies, be so stale? How could the script come up this short? Some actors are always brilliant. But not Hanks.

Similarly I was recently disappointed in
The Italian Job, Alfie and Sleuth. Is it just remakes? No, because I also hated the Woody Allen movie and Brideshead Revisited. What movies did you look forward to mistakenly?

What were your biggest disappointments? Do you expect more from a movie you paid $10 to see than ones you watch on DVD?

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Summing Up, Friday, September 12, 2008

D.Z. Allen, The Oblivion Society, Marcus Hart
Paul Bishop, Sir, You Bastard, G.F. Newman
Tony Black, Rilke on Black, Ken Bruen
Joe Boland, Fletch, Gregory MacDonald
David Cranmer, Quantum of Solace, Ian Flemming
Bill Crider, A Game for Heroes, James Graham
Timothy Hallinan, The Christopher West series by Christopher West
C.T, Henry, Old Bones, Aaron Elkins
Lesa Holstine, The Blue Edge of Midnight, Jonathan King
Jay, Tamsin, Peter S. Beagle
Medora, Beyond the Dreams of Avarice, Walter Besant
Christopher Moore, Dirty Snow, George Simenon
Amy Myers, The Golden Crucible, Jean Stubbs
Scott Parker, Guns Along the Brazos, Day Keene
James Reasoner, The Hottest Fourth of July in the History of Hangtree County, Clifton Adams
A.N. Smith, Love is a Racket, John Ridley
Kerrie Smith, Don't Look Now, Daphne DuMaurier
August West, An Eye for An Eye, Leigh Brackett
Dan Wickett, The Blind Pig, Jon Jackson
Dave Zeltserman, Dead City, Shane Stevens

Friday, September 12, 2008

Friday's Forgotten Books, September 12, 2008


D.Z. Allen is the editor of the flash fiction site, Muzzleflash and an editor for Out of the Gutter.

The Oblivion Society
, Marcus Alexander Hart


I won’t call this a “forgotten” book. I’ll call it one that not many have had the fortune to find yet. So now that you’ve found it give The Oblivion Society a read!

The book is exactly what I like to read and exactly how I want my novels to read…fast, funny, a little quirky, but with a great voice, strong pacing, a touch of sentimentality, lots of action, and most of all memorable characters that you want to read about and get to know.

The Oblivion Society is one of those all too rare books that I didn’t want to put down. And when I did, I couldn’t wait to get back to it. Marcus Alexander Hart is a fun and exciting writer. You won’t be sorry with this one.

Let’s all hear it for the smaller presses willing to take a chance on books like this. Support them. Love them. They are a writer’s best friend. (Next to cigarettes and bourbon.)

Timothy Hallinan is the author of eight published novels, most recently two Bangkok thrillers featuring expat “rough travel” writer Poke Rafferty. A Nail Through the Heart and The Fourth Watcher, which received a starred review in Publishers Weekly, are published by William Morrow. Hallinan has just completed the third novel in the series, Misdirection. He divides his time equally between Los Angeles and Southeast Asia.

Timothy Hallinan, Christopher West Series

West Meets East

As someone who writes mystery/thrillers set in Asia, I keep an eye on the competition. And I'd be lying if I said that I greet with unreserved enthusiasm the publication of a novel by a writer who intends to take a bite out of what I think of, in my less generous moments, as my fictional territory.

So I'm in an awkward position when it comes to Christopher West. West's four novels about police inspector Wang, set in Beijing, are definitely competition – or they would be, if they were still in print and West had a new one coming out. But they're not, and he doesn't, and that's a terrible shame. West is a wonderful writer and he deserves a broad and appreciative audience.

The book that begins the series, Death of a Blue Lantern, is a great place to start. Attending a performance of the Beijing Opera, Wang takes his time leaving the theater, and on his way out he notices a patron who seems to be drunk or unconscious. He's not, of course; he'd dead, dispatched with a tidy knife wound to the back of the neck, destroying the medulla oblongata. The victim proves to be a “blue lantern,” or low-level Triad recruit, and Wang's investigation quickly leads him to the Triad's “Red Cudgel,” or enforcer – and his beautiful daughter, who sings in a foreigners-only nightclub atop one of Beijing's most expensive hotels.

The plot ultimately also involves an archaeological site where precious works of art are being stolen, and a broad and varied cast of characters, almost any of whom might be the person Inspector Wang seeks. It's a great plot, intricate and beautifully structured, but the two most beguiling things about the book (and the rest of the series) are the characters and the setting.

The characters, beginning with Wang himself are nuanced individuals, real people whose differences make them easy to keep track of despite the unfamiliarity of Chinese names, which can be difficult for Western readers to remember. There isn't a flat sketch in the bunch: they all seem much deeper than the printed page.

The setting is riveting, not just because it's China, but because it's China at a specific moment, poised at the opening movement, so to speak of Deng Xiaoping's Communism-shattering economic liberalization, but not far removed from the brutal crushing of the protesters at Tiananmen Square in 1989. Death of a Blue Lantern was written in 1994 and is probably set a year or two earlier. The Party, now widely ignored in China, still inspires (in the novel) a certain amount of dread; West's Beijing is full of people who have come from the countryside, but they are just a trickle compared to the hordes – the largest human migration in history – who have trekked from village to city in the past five or six years. Private businesses have sprung up, but there is not yet the preoccupation with becoming rich, nor is there the vast gulf between the have-alls and the have-nothings that scars present-day China. Some of the book's action takes place in the alleys and hutongs of old Beijing, the vast majority of which have now been swept aside, thousands of them destroyed for the Olympics.

Inspector Wang is a good man who believes in justice, and who is caught up in a system that is changing so fast that it threatens much of what he and those around him believe in. Matters of life and death, guilt and innocence, are immutable, but in West's novel, those issues are confronted in a world where virtually nothing else seems to be permanent. The China in these books is on the brink of the most profound short-term transformation of any nation in history.

Read Death of a Red Lantern. Read everything by Christopher West. He hasn't published a novel (to my knowledge) since The Third Messiah in 2000. If enough of us order his books, maybe some publisher will see what a writer of Christopher West's talent could do with the China of today, the China we all watched, openmouthed, for fourteen days in August.


Christopher G. Moore is the author of the Vincent Calvino crime novel series. Two
novels in that series: The Risk of Infidelity Index /(2007) and Spirit
House (2008) are published by Grove/Atlantic Press. They will also
publish Paying Back Jack in 2009. website. www.cgmoore.com

Georges Simenon, Dirty Snow

Georges Simenon- Georges Simenon the Belgian writer, who died in 1989, authored 200 novels, 150 novellas, among other works and wrote under a couple of dozen pseudonyms. If one had counted all of Raymond Chandler’s books, and for the hell of it, added his bar bills to make another dozen books, Chandler’s output would still remain a small fraction of what Simenon produced. But Simenon’s work rarely features in the discussion of modern fiction. Simenon, the man, is often thought of as a legendary lover. To have one’s fiction largely forgotten and one’s sex adventures remembered is one of those roll of the dice outcomes. In Simenon’s case, the number of conquest he notched up with a sniper’s methodical record keeping vastly out numbered his books.

Simenon’s most famous series beginning in 1931 and ending in 1972 ran for 75 novels; the series featured the French police detective, Inspector Julies Maigret. Simenon also wrote literary novels. Dirty Snow falls in that category and is set in an unnamed country during the occupation by an enemy force. It is most likely drawn on Simenon’s experience of living in France during the Nazi occupation. (Simenon was accused of being a German collaborator during WWII and banned from writing for five years after the war ended.) The lead character named Frank, a nineteen year old, has killed his first man, ambushing him at night, sticking a knife in his ribs and stealing his service revolver. Frank lives with his mother who runs a brothel from her apartment in a building where the inhabitants are hostile to the occupiers and to Frank and his mother, who they suspect are collaborators. Given the soldiers and police who rule with an iron-fist in the occupation are the paying customers at the brothel, their suspicions about Frank and his mother ring true.

Dirty Snow is a chilling example of noir fiction. Those in the black market seize their opportunities, do business with the enemy, enrich themselves with shady deals and murder, and soon act as if they are invincible. The dance between the Occupation authorities and Frank and his friends slowly reveals that behind the curtain of collaboration no one remains untainted or safe; that while fear corrodes the morale of many, leaving an exhausted few to draw upon the strength to resist the occupiers. As a story of occupation, terror, hubris, secrecy and how power causes people to lose their perspective, their sense of humanity and ultimately their life.

Dirty Snow answers the debate between what is noir and what is hardboiled fiction.

Nothing is fiction rolls us through gutter of alienation, throws dirt in our vision of pure white snow as this example of noir writing. Simenon reminds us, that in noir, there is no escape from the darkness of our doomed destiny.

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Dan Wickett is the man behind Emerging Writer's Network, and editor of Visiting Hours and Dzanc Press

The Blind Pig by Jon A. Jackson

Originally published in 1978, I stumbled upon this book about a decade later, when it was in a trade paperback with a cartoonish styled cover. It had a rave blurb on the cover from James Crumley, who I'd also recently discovered, and had a Detroit setting. As I'd recently been reading Estleman's Amos Walker novels and Kantner's Ben Perkins mysteries, finding another author with a series set in Detroit seemed about right.

I recall opening the book and reading the first page, in which Seargent "Fang" Mulheisen drops a racial slur about a suspect to his African-American partner, and quickly follows with "No offense." There was something about the way he included this so casually that made the story seem a little more real to me - not sheltered.

The book, and at least the first four or five books in the Mulheisen series were well-written, fast-paced, hilariously funny novels. This one, delving into the world of after hour Blind Pigs and jazz joints in Detroit remains my favorite of the bunch though.

More Friday Forgotten Books (and they will appear during the day). Let's cross our fingers for those in Texas).

Dave Zeltserman
C.T. Henry
James Reasoner
Tony Black
Randy Johnson
Amy Myers
Ed Gorman
Lesa Holstine
Kerrie Smith
Bill Crider
A.N Smith
David Cranmer
Paul Bishop
Scott Parker
August West
Joe Boland
Jay
Medora

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Rant Thursday-Does Halloween Begin in Your Town in early September?

CORRECTION, THE FALL INSTALLATIONS I SAW WERE BID ON AS PART OF A FUND-RAISER. (Never mind).

When I took a walk after lunch with my husband yesterday, I couldn't help noticing that people in my neighborhood are already putting up Halloween decorations. Is it like this in your part of town? When did Halloween become a two-month affair? When I was a kid, there were no outside decorations at all. When my kids were kids, only the scary house on the corner had them.

Is there something about Halloween that inspires this new devotion? Or is it just my neighborhood that digs it?


Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Bouchercon-Here I Come


I'm going to Bouchercon this year. Third time. I'm not good at this sort of thing--not unless you give me chairs to set up or a water pitcher to fill. I think I performed such tasks at my own wedding.

Last Bouchercon, the only one I introduced myself to was Sandra Ruttan.

But gee, the chance to see and hear some of those authors gets me every time. So here I go again.

My panel is:
MONEY BACK GUARANTEE: Books we love that you should too.

There are some famous people on it and I'll probably freeze or talk too much. Guaranteed, I won't get it right.

But as this project has always been a joint one--between you and me--maybe you can suggest some books that would fall into this category. What do you love that I should too?

Just throw some names at me and I'll take it from there. I'm taking a handout of all the books chosen here and a card to give to new recruits. (It's beginning to sound strangely religious). Let's call them volunteers instead.

I'll post this invitation once a week until I go. Maybe armed with your picks, I'll get it right. It'll be easier to look down at a list than out at the audience. Maybe I'll talk a little but not excessively. Maybe I won't be in the ladies room or stairwells most of the time. Where are you, Sandra? Anyone want some water?

Monday, September 08, 2008

Rising Damp


In the midst of trying to write a novel, I have tried to write a story or two to keep my hand in, but I may be losing whatever knack I had for it. I wrote a story about 2 months ago and sent it to one of the print journals. They wrote back and said, "loved the first 2/3rds, which were quirky and atmospheric, but the end left us cold and was somewhat absurd."

Now I felt the end was inevitable but probably not the kind of ending this print journal liked. If you tell a story about two really nasty men, shouldn't they get theirs at the end? Okay maybe the means of death was strange, but not so far out.

Place 2 declined without comment.

Place 3-said "the beginning was way too slow but the story picked up midway thought and had a swell ending."


I'm sure you've had this happen. Or at least maybe you have. I only have a few places left to send this with the market the way it is. Most of them will probably agree with Place 3. I see a trend in some zines now to publish stories that are all action and dialog, which is not exactly how I like to write.

Do you write to suit the outlets or suit yourself? Maybe the two aren't in conflict for you. But I feel my strength as a writer, if I have any, is to write about the people who commit crimes and why. If I sacrifice that character development, what's left. I'm sure there are many writers who can do the other things better. I know there are.

My Town Monday: Detroit


I'm borrowing this AP story because I have Bookfest followed by jury duty.

Our long local nightmare is over--and I'm sure I won't be the first or last to use that line in speaking about the resignation of Detroit mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick. It's a real shame that so one with so much potential was so easily corrupted by power, but we need to get on with rebuilding Detroit.

From AP.
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Detroit Mayor Kilpatrick pleads guilty, resigns

DETROIT (AP) — Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick pleaded guilty to felony charges Thursday in a sex scandal and will step down after months of defiantly holding onto his job leading the nation's 11th-largest city. He was ordered jailed for four months and fined $1 million.

The plea deal brings to an end a seven-months-long ordeal that led to felony charges against Kilpatrick and plunged the city, region and state into political chaos.

"I lied under oath," Kilpatrick said in court.

As part of the deal, the 38-year-old Democrat is to serve four months in jail and five years of probation. He also would pay the $1 million in restitution over the five-year probationary period.

During a separate hearing moments after Wayne County Circuit Court Judge David Groner accepted the mayor's plea, Kilpatrick offered a no contest plea in an assault case.

The judge also accepted that plea, which called for Kilpatrick to serve a four-month jail sentence that would run at the same time.

Kilpatrick had faced 10 felony counts in the two separate criminal cases.

Groner asked Kilpatrick if he understood he was giving up the right to be innocent until proven guilty.

"I gave that up a long time ago," Kilpatrick replied.

Kilpatrick also read a statement in court and admitted his guilt, saying "I lied under oath ... I did so with an intent to mislead the court and jury and to impede and obstruct the fair administration of justice."

The married mayor and former top aide Christine Beatty were charged in March with perjury, misconduct and obstruction of justice. They're accused of lying under oath about an affair and their roles in the firing of a deputy police chief.

Beatty did not plead guilty and next will appear in court on Sept. 11. Groner said a plea deal in Beatty's case appeared likely.

The mayor will be sentenced on Oct. 28. He will report to jail that day, said Wayne County Prosecutor Kym Worthy.

"We did not give an inch and these conditions were basically to a letter of what we wanted all along," she said.

The mayor has to announce his resignation immediately, and it will become effective within two weeks.

Worthy said she was glad that Kilpatrick resigned but that was never a "bargaining chip" for her. She said paying restitution and serving time in jail were far more important.

"You don't just lose your job and walk away," she said.

City Council President Ken Cockrel Jr. will succeed Kilpatrick as mayor until a special election is held.

Until now, Kilpatrick had refused to resign even as the calls for him to step down grew louder and the controversy overshadowed all else at City Hall, tarnishing the national image of the much-maligned city even more.

Kilpatrick leaves a mixed legacy. He persuaded big business to invest in a city staggering from the auto industry's woes and a decades-long exodus of people, but he failed to live up to a promising political future due to repeated scandal.

The son of a Detroit congresswoman, Kilpatrick was just 31 when he was elected in 2001, becoming the youngest mayor in city history.

His pro-Detroit rhetoric and diamond stud earring endeared Kilpatrick to many blacks, especially young voters who embraced the "Hip-Hop Mayor."

But Kilpatrick's first term was marked by political immaturity and fiscal irresponsibility. He racked up thousands of dollars in travel on his city-issued credit card and the city's lease of a luxury Lincoln Navigator for his wife, Carlita.

Less than a year into the first term, rumors surfaced of a wild party involving strippers and members of Kilpatrick's security team at the mayor's mansion.

Former Deputy Police Chief Gary Brown filed a lawsuit in 2003, claiming he was fired for looking into the alleged party and investigating the actions of the mayor's bodyguards.

During the 2007 trial, Kilpatrick and Beatty sat in the witness chair and denied having a romantic relationship in 2002 and 2003.

But a bombshell rocked Detroit in January: The Detroit Free Press published sexually explicit text messages recovered from Beatty's city-issued pager that contradicted their courtroom denials.

He and Beatty were charged with perjury and other felonies.

More text messages released in April revealed the evolution of flirty and sexually explicit exchanges to professions of love and promises of marriage.

In May, the City Council asked Granholm to remove Kilpatrick from office, saying it was misled into approving a $8.4 million settlement with Brown and two other officers. Council members said they didn't know about provisions to keep the text messages under wraps.

In July, a sheriff's detective trying to serve a subpoena on a Kilpatrick friend said he was shoved by the mayor. Assault charges followed.

The next month, a judge ordered the mayor to jail for violating the terms of his bond by traveling to Canada. He was released the next day, but the incident prompted some politicians and community leaders who had remained silent on the scandal to call for his resignation.

Check out more My Town Monday posts at the wonderful Travis Erwin's blog: http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Frozen River

Spoiler Alert (although the trailers tell more)

Frozen River is without a doubt the best movie I've seen in months. It's the kind of movie that generated an hour-long discussion afterward among the 15 people I saw it with (I don't always travel in gangs, long story).

The director, Courtney Hunt, went on the premise that the viewer was smart enough to figure things out over the course of the movie. And only over time, will you figure out Ray and Lila's full story.

Melissa Leo, always a standout in Homicide, plays the mother of two boys who has to find a way to support them when their father takes off. A young Mohawk woman, first forces her and then joins with her, in escorting illegal immigrants across Mohawk land in upstate New York.

I won't say anymore than that because the plot defies your expectations many times. It also has the good sense to end on a hopeful note. Seeing a movie set in this unfamiliar and remote place became a joyful experience despite the harshness of the story. It was nail-bitingly exciting and moving at the same time. See it. You won't be sorry. Leo deserves an Oscar nomination and her costar, Misty Upham, a supporting one. And give Hunt one too.

ONE MORE THING-THANKS TO WHOEVER RECOMMENDED SHOTGUN STORIES. IT WAS SUPERLATIVE. (Available on DVD)

The Summing Up, Friday, September 5, 2008

Paul Bishop, The Power of One, Bryce Courtney
Joe Boland, A Stranger in This World, Kevin Cantry
Jackie Corley, The Painted Bird, Jerzy Kosinski
David Cranmer, A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
Bill Crider, Arizona Kiss, Ray Ring
Judith Cutler, Daughter of Time, Josephine Tey
Martin Edwards, Woman of Straw, Catherine Arley
Travis Erwin, Outlaw, Warren Kiefer
Robert Fate, Sunset and Sawdust, Joe R. Lansdale
Lesa Holstine, Silver Lies, Ann Parke
Randy Johnson, And Justice for All, John Clarkson
Brian Lindenmuth, After Silence, Jonathan Carroll
Terrie Farley Moran, Painting as a Pastime by Winston S. Churchill.
Scott Parker, Mascaranda Pass, William Colt MacDonald
Lynne Patrick, Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver
James Reasoner, Puzzle for Fiends, Patrick Quentin
Kerry Smith, Daughter of Time, Josephine Tey
Roz Southey, The Expedition of Humphry Clinker, Tobias Smollett
Jochem Steen, Pretty Ballerina, John Wessell
August West, Valdez Is Coming, Elmore Leonard

Friday, September 05, 2008

Friday's Forgotten Books, September 5, 2008


















Jackie Corley is the editor of the zine
Word Riot. Her stories have appeared in many online publications

The Painted Bird,
Jerzy Kosinski,


Before James Frey and J.T. LeRoy, there was another fabulist whose
work has long been forgotten (except, maybe, by hardcore Peter Sellers fans -- seen 'Being There,' anyone?).

Jerzy Kosinski books are frequently bizarre and depraved--a kind of
sadism bootcamp for the reader. Kosinski shot to literary fame in the
1960s with The Painted Bird, which portrayed the life of young outcast
wandering around rural villages in Poland during World War II. While
published as a novel, Kosinski had suggested that many of the events
in the book were autobiographical. The Painted Bird drew wide acclaim
as one of the best in Holocaust literature.

The notoriety of The Painted Bird faded when Kosinski was accused of
plagiarism and of having used ghost writers in a 1982 Village Voice
article. The article also portrayed his experience as a Jew in Poland
during the war as vastly different from what was presented in The
Painted Bird.

While investigations into Kosinski's background pushed many of his
books off the shelves, The Painted Bird is still one holy helluva
mind-warping read. The horrors of the Holocaust are never directly
described in the novel, but the extreme violence and cruelty the young
'gypsy' encounters represents mankind at its most brutish and puts
into focus the more wide-scale horror engulfing Europe at the time.
You'll need a strong stomach to get through The Painted Bird, but it's
definitely a worthy
read.

Robert Fate is the author of Baby Shark’s Beaumont Blues and Baby Shark’s High Plain Redemption

Sunset and Sawdust, Joe R. Lansdale


It is difficult to believe that Sunset and Sawdust by Joe R. Lansdale could be a book considered by anyone as neglected, forgotten, or overlooked. Yet, I find myself asking why it has not gotten the attention it deserves. Booklist gave this extraordinary novel a starred review, in which they said, “Lansdale is a superb stylist and a first-rate storyteller, and his sandpaper wit never fails to scratch out a brand of humor that hovers somewhere between knee-slap funny and painfully revelatory.”

For my money, the opening pages of Sunset and Sawdust are as good as any book you want to name. Writers owe it to themselves to sit at the foot of the master with this delightful piece of country noir, and readers who have not discovered Joe Lansdale should do themselves a big favor, start their Lansdale education with this title and get prepared to read every book he has written.

Sincerely, Robert Fate


Lynne Patrick is managing editor of Crème de la Crime, a small independent publishing house specialising in debut crime fiction. Barbara Kingsolver is her antidote to the less savoury aspects of the day job.

Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver


Sometimes when a book receives huge acclaim from critics and readers alike, the next book by the same author loses out and fades away – often not because it’s lacking in quality, but simply because people are still talking about the successful one.
If I mention Barbara Kingsolver to my bookloving friends, the response is invariably The Poisonwood Bible.
Rarely, if ever, Prodigal Summer.
Yet Prodigal Summer has something just as important to say, and it says it every bit as beautifully, with at least as much richly observed detail, and in language that weaves and flows in a way which makes me gasp in admiration every time I stop to notice it.
Kingsolver could offer masterclasses in location, and how to create it in the reader’s mind. When I re-read Prodigal Summer - and it bears a lot of re-reading - I can smell and taste the feral Appalachian slopes and the lush farmland of the valleys. Her characters go right on living when the narrative ends; and the three storylines cross and link with a subtle and delicate touch. And that’s just the basics.
The real quality of the book lies in the wealth of detail: the scarlet underside of a grasshopper’s wing; the stained chair in the mountain cabin, which reappears as the one the farmer’s daughter in a different story strand left beside the road; the plight of Polish and Palestinian people caught in political crossfire. And in the way the Creationist view of history and proactive, high-input farming methods get a hearing despite the clear (and deftly, engagingly delivered) message in firm and reasoned support of the opposite philosophy.
Barbara Kingsolver always has something important to say, and she has a rare talent for making you want to listen. Prodigal Summer is a novel for our times. It shouldn’t be allowed to hide.

Roz Southey’s two historical crime novels, Broken Harmony and Chords and Discords, are published by Crème de la Crime. Her brand new website is at www.rozsouthey.co.uk

The Expedition of Humphry Clinker, TOBIAS SMOLLETT

If you’re thinking that this doesn’t sound a bundle of laughs, think again. This is an amusing romp through 18th century Britain by someone who was actually there.

Smollett’s hero is coachman to Squire Matthew Bramble as he rambles through England and Scotland in search of adventure. Smollett has carriage-loads of idiosyncratic characters – amongst them, Bramble’s elderly sister who still hasn’t given up hope of finding a husband, and his niece who has too great a fondness for actors. He sends them through an acutely observed landscape, filtered through a novelist’s imagination and exaggeration, certainly, but providing a vivid picture of British life at the time.

And a surprisingly modern picture it is at times. Smollett is scathing about the new building going on in Bath, condemning not just the pretentiousness of the designs, and the haphazard unplanned development but also the poor quality of materials: ‘They are built so slight, with the soft crumbling stone found in this neighbourhood, that I shall never sleep quietly in one of them.’ In London, he is appalled by the noise, the never-ending bustle, and the almost total absence of policing, which, he says, is owing to the insistence of Londoners that ‘all regulation is inconsistent with liberty, and every man ought to live in his own way, without restraint.’

There are glimpses of the social world, the coffee houses, country homes and commerce. To a musicologist like myself, his hints of the culture of the day are fascinating: his adventures with the less than intelligent waits (the town musicians) of Bath, for instance. His description of Tenducci, one of the castrati imported from Italy to grace the musical salons of the rich and fashionable, shows the ambivalence of many with regard to these singers. He adores the voice, which has him swooning with pleasure, but he cannot come to terms with the singer: ‘I heard the famous Tenducci, a thing from Italy,’ he says. ‘It looks for all the world like a man, though they say it is not.’

And at the end, there is a touch of poignancy as Matthew Bramble – believed to represent Smollett himself – tells his doctor that he intends to ‘renounce all sedentary amusements, particularly that of writing ...’ Smollett died almost immediately after the publication of the novel in 1771.

Jochem Steen, a Dutch writer, is the author of White Knight Syndrome and the proprietor of the blog, Sons of Spade.

PRETTY BALLERINA BY JOHN WESSEL


When I was asked to participate in the great Lost Book Project it didn’t take me much longer than 5 minutes to come up with a suitable book. There might have been several books I’ve really enjoyed over the years but few of them seem to have been forgotten. I toyed with featuring one of Charles Knief’s novels (anyone remember those?) but decided to go with one of John Wessel’s because his work influenced me the most.
His debut novel This Far, No Further is a great read but John really hit his stride in the second novel, Pretty Ballerina.
A girlfriend with tattoos who loves metal and who even wears black under the shower, references to the Smashing Pumpkins, Star Wars and B-movies it gives a contemporary edge to this novel that appealed to me a lot when it came out. Here was a PI that operated in my world, instead of a jazz-filled almost retro kind of one. This showed me what the PI novel could use to make it more interesting again while still being true to the genre. This led me (together with Dennis Lehane’s Gone Baby Gone) to write my first Noah Milano novel.
In this novel ex-con and unlicensed PI Harding (no first name, in the Spenser-tradition) is hired by Cassie Rayn to break into her old house. The house where her family was slaughtered by her own father. Her brother (probably) survived however, because he went missing before the tragedy occurred.
The lady also has quite a reputation as a former X-rated and B-movie actress, one of her older more adult offerings being sought out by collectors worldwide. This gives us quite a bit of comic relief and adds a nice degree of atmospheric sleaze to the story.
A lot of the characters are as funny and colourful as those in a Tarantino-movie and serve up some great lines. We’ve got a Vietnamese tough guy with a cowboy-fixation, a Pool King with a hankering for old porn, a killer who wears a necklace of ears.
While those characters might have turned this into a comedy, the moody sarcasm of Harding (for instance when he talks about a neighbourhood where the personnel lies in bed thinking about killing their bosses) and dark past of Cassie make this a pretty dark novel.
During his investigations Harding encounters some really psycho villains (as mentioned above) but manages to uncover the dark secrets of Cassie’s past like a true detective should.
John Wessel showed me how to make a wisecracking PI stand out from the crowd without crazy gimmicks and putting him right into the Now.
Since his third novel that came out in 2002 I haven’t heard from Mr. Wessel but would love to interview him for www.sonsofspade.tk. So if anyone out there knows how to reach him, let me know.


Some more forgotten books to peruse: As always some will appear later in the day. (Or not at all perhaps).

Martin Edwards
Scott Parker
Kerrie Smith
Lesa Holstine
Travis Erwin
Bill Crider
James Reasoner
Judith Cutler
Randy Johnson
August West
Terrie F. Moran
David Cranmer
Susan Smith
Brian Lindenmuth
Joe Boland

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

A Bit of Motherly Hooplah


The Metrotimes in Detroit, our city paper, did a nice piece on Megan. (And a bit on the rest of us too).

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Here's a Question for a Tuesday-

Do different voices creep into your WIP over time?

In other words, if you're feeling buoyant, do you suddenly interject humor into a dark plot? Or vice versa?

I'm still having trouble with this in trying to move to novel writing. I could stay true throughout a short story, keep a consistent voice. And the first attempt at a novel was relentlessly grim. No trouble there since its suits my general mood.

But with the second stab at a novel, every few days brings a new me to the WP. How do we maintain a consistent voice when we are not consistent in our moods? Do the ups and downs of a political campaign, a marriage, the weather, health issues affect us?

Or does it even out over time and give you a richer novel? Does your mood have little to do with your writing? Do I need to learn how to leave my mood at the door of my office?

Monday, September 01, 2008

My Town Monday: Ann Arbor-The Sixth Annual Kerrytown Book Festival: Sept. 7








The Sixth Annal Kerrytown BookFest takes place on September 7th between 11 a.m. and 5 p.m at the Farmers's Market at North 4th and Kingsley in Ann Arbor, Michigan. "It's book heaven for a day," says Bill Hollander, BookFest President.

The schedule is here.

Along with traditional panels and signings, more esoteric subjects such as book-binding, book repair and other fine paper arts get top billing at Kerrytown this year. Tim Hollander, of Hollander's in Kerrytown, said the primary goal is "to highlight the Ann Arbor area's rich heritage in the book and printing arts." Of special note, Monique Lallier and Don Etherton, two of the world's most sought after fine binders, will be on hand. Etherton was responsible for the restoration of the original Magna Carta.

This year also pays homage to Ernest Hemingway thanks to a grant from the Michigan Humanities Council. Hemingway spent summers on the western side of the state and set many of his short stories there.
The Nick Adams Stories has been selected to be read this year by more than 500 reading-related programs in Michigan. High School students have also been challenged to redesign the dust jacket of the original book and the winners will be named and awarded cash prizes during the Fest.

In addition, a broadside of the Hemingway poem, "Along With Youth" (1923) has been printed (Deep Wood Press) in a limited edition (100) for purchase
. The broadside includes an original engraving by Ann Arbor artist, Jim Horton. Funds derived from this sale will finance future Kerrytown Bookfests. A special panel will feature a number of Hemingway scholars.

On the crime fiction panels will be Megan Abbott, Loren Estleman, Theresa Schwegel, Suzanne Arruda, Rob Kantner, Chris Grabenstein, Peter Leonard and some of the contributors to Detroit Noir--including its editor Eric Olsen.

Short story writers like Joe Borri, Lolita Hernandez, Dorene O'Brien and Peter Ho Davies will talk about the art of the short story. Other panels topics include science, Native-American, and African-American fiction. There is also a Children's Tent with hands-on programs and story-telling.

Book dealer booths with both antiquarian and new books to peruse are fun. It's a one-day event but that one day is crammed with activity, much of it outside, at the Farmer's Market or in the Kerrytown Concert Hall.

Ann Arbor is about 30 minutes west of Detroit.

Robin and Jamie Agnew of the fabulous Aunt Agatha's Mystery Bookstore are responsible for persuading many of the writers to journey to Michigan for the Fest.

If you live anywhere near the Ann Arbor area, come out to Kerrytown BookFest. I'll be signing copies of Prisoner of Memory with fellow contributor Bryon Quertermous.

And while you're in Ann Arbor, make sure you stop at Aunt Agatha's Mystery Bookstore just a few blocks away. This is the only mystery bookstore in the state . Stop, too at Bill Hollander's shop in Kerrytown.

Thanks to Bill Castanier for supplementing my information on this event.

Check out more My Town Monday posts at the wonderful Travis Erwin's blog: http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/