Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Janet D. Nase


My Mom died today. She and her best two friends from high school died within three months of each other.
There never was a lovelier woman than my mother. Never said a bad word about anyone. Could dance like a dream. Never criticized my child rearing. Always looked ready to go out to dinner but without any fuss. Rarely complained about her constant medical problems.
She was ecstatic when Obama won. Believed in all the right (to my mind) causes.
She loved mysteries, news shows, her family, her friends. Who will I call everyday now?
Her last words: "I feel sort of joyful."

I Get My News from TV and Radio

Lou Reed reading.




The statement above was on one of the self-descriptive memes going around. Doesn't matter whose because I think it's a fairly common statement among people under thirty-five. It seems to transcend sex, level of education, area of the country, profession, etc.

My question is why. Newspapers are pretty cheap in the scheme of things. And the sort of investigative journalism that newspapers have traditionally paid for cannot be found on TV and radio unless I'm mistaken. When this blogger says, TV, does he mean The Daily Show or does he mean CNN, FOX, MSNBC or the Evening News.

I think news from all of these venues has more of a slant that news in a newspaper ( excepting the editorial page, where it is clear that it is opinion). Do you trust Chris Mathews or Wolf Blitzer or Katie Couric or Jonathan Stewart to give you unbiased well-researched news. If you don't subscribe to a newspaper as a writer, can you honestly complain that your book was not reviewed?

We complain that newspapers are not as good as they used to be but we made them that way by pulling our support. We say we read them online but how long will they be available there if no one pays for it.

Newspapers have traditionally been the most reliable sources of unbiased news yet for a few bucks a week, we're giving
it up. I just don't get it. Please explain.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

The Wrestler

Gandhi reading.









Last weekend, I watched Gran Torino with my ears covered. This weekend I watched The Wrestler with my eyes shut. (I won't even mention the other movie I watched holding my nose).

I can't remember a more upsetting or riveting (and I mean that in a specific way) time at the movies. And the reason is that Mickey Rourke captures our sympathy more successfully than Walt Kowalski in Gran Torino. More than Frank Langella in FROST/NIXON. And certainly more than Brad Pitt in Benjamin Button or even Sean Penn in MILK. (It was certainly a year for movies with men at risk).

There are few performances so imbued with the blood and guts of the actor who plays the part.

Rourke is lovable, compelling, scary, sad, and he and Marisa Tomei make quite a believable duo. Randy's a screwup from the start. Bad father, bad husband, poor earner, but there is something so likable about him that we root for him to succeed. To find whatever it is he needs to locate within himself to survive. The scenes with Randy and his wrestling buddies just shine with veracity.

This is a performance of a lifetime. I saw all five Oscar noms but this was the masterwork for me. Mickey was Randy the Ram. See it. (And incidentally beside his facial changes from boxing and steroids, what happened to that delicate voice).

What are some other performances where the actor inhabited the character he played this successfully? Coming close for me was Melissa Leo in Frozen River this year too.

February Love Going Out


To Sandra Scoppettone who has been a friend, mentor, inspiration, fount of wisdom and faithful correspondent to me for two years now.
I can't thank her enough for giving me an experienced voice to come to with questions and a heart to come to with problems. She shoots straight from the hip and I appreciate that the most. How many writers of nineteen books make time for a writer of a few short stories? Not many. Thanks for all of it.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Twenty-Five Writers Who Have Most Influenced Me


Pooh and Friends reading.
In no special order...(Hat tip to Lee Goldberg)
*******************
1. Anne Tyler
2. Richard Yates
3. Russell Banks
4. Alice Munro
5. Raymond Carver
6. Richard Russo
7. Margaret Millar
8. Patricia Highsmith
9. Scott Fitzgerald
10. Sinclair Lewis
11. John D. MacDonald
12. Ross MacDonald
13. Sjowall and Wahloo
14. Nicholas Freeling
15. John Updike
16. Paul Auster
17. Jane Austen
18. Margaret Laurence
19. John Irving
20. William Trevor
21. Josephine Tey
22. Carol Shields
23. Edgar Allan Poe
24. Val Mc Dermid
25. Charles Willeford
Ask me tomorrow and the list might change, of course.
And how about you?

MTM: Detroit Historical Museum


Philip Levine reading. (Born in Detroit in 1928)








The Detroit Historical Museum, established in 1928, is one of America’s oldest and largest museums dedicated to metropolitan history.

Over 80,000 square feet of exhibition space house more than 600 historic artifacts in the heart of Detroit’s Cultural Center district.

You can stroll through more than 300 years of metro Detroit history, including a 19th century street scene known as The Streets of Old Detroit, and an authentic auto assembly line known simply as The Motor City.



Current exhibits include:

  • Hero or Villain? Metro Detroit's Legacy of Leadership

  • What makes a leader? Are there certain qualities or characteristics that define leadership? Are leaders a product of their time or would they have risen to such status regardless of when they lived? Moreover, why do some think of a particular leader as a “hero” and others as a “villain”?

  • 100 Years Ago

  • Did you ever wonder how large the City of Detroit was 100 years ago? Do you know what song made its debut a century ago and is still sung by millions of people each year?

  • 1920s: Detroit's Building Boom

  • The 1920s is often called Detroit's Golden Age - find out why in this exciting temporary exhibit, which features a look at the skyscrapers, infrastructure and architects who made this decade great.

  • Detroit's Official Symbols

  • Learn about the City of Detroit's flag and official seal in this great exhibit!

  • Doorway to Freedom - Detroit and the Underground Railroad

  • Learn about Detroit's important role in the Underground Railroad in this exhibit.

  • Fabulous 5: Detroit's Entertainment Venues

  • Visitors will learn about five of the region's greatest entertainment venues in this temporary exhibit.

  • Frontiers to Factories

  • Come see what Detroit was like before the advent of the automobile!

  • Glancy Trains

  • A crowd favorite for years, The Glancy Trains are from the collection of Alfred R. Glancy Jr. (1908-1973), real estate financier and former co-owner of the Empire State Building in New York City.

  • Meier's Wonderful Clock

  • An unique item on display and one that visitors frequently take photographs of is Meier’s “Wonderful Clock,” built in Detroit to demonstrate the skill of clockmaker Louis Meier, Sr. It served to advertise his jewelry store located on Gratiot and East Grand Boulevard.

  • Model T Centennial

  • In celebration of the 100th anniversary of the introduction of Henry Ford’s most successful early car, our Automotive Showplace features a 1911 Model T. Little did Henry Ford know that this “Tin Lizzie” was destined to change the world!

  • Motor City

  • The Motor City exhibit is one of the Detroit Historical Museum’s most highly visible exhibitions, of interest to school groups, families and auto enthusiasts alike. Opened in December 1995, the goal of this exhibit was to provide a permanent display that would tell the stories of both how cars built metro Detroit and how metro Detroit built cars!

  • Ralph J. Bunche "Global Impact - Detroit Roots"

  • People from all over can view this exhibit and pay their respects to one of the world’s most honored

    Check out other My Town Monday posts at Travis Erwins Grand Central Station

    Sunday, February 01, 2009

    February Love Going Out




    Meryl Reading.







    Because I have been feeling overly emotional lately, listening the Bruckner's interminable 8th Symphony last night at the DSO (sorry Phil, I tried to get with the program) got me to thinking about people I love. So my first valentine for February goes out to Steve Lewis for doing such a terrific job of archiving the world we love around here. On Mystery * File Blog, Steve has put up his 1000th posting and his posts involve serious work. So my first valentine goes to Steve Lewis.

    CROOKED #2









    Langston Hughes writing. Happy Birthday.










    is up. And I am lucky enough to have a story therein. Along with some pretty cool company--like a girl named Bo. Check it out and thanks to Geoff.

    Saturday, January 31, 2009

    Biographies


    Reading on subway.











    My bookshelves are filled with biographies that I haven't read. I used to be a great biography reader but somehow as biographies have gotten longer, my attention span or interest in minutiae has receded. I think there is a great art in writing one the proper length. I think most lives can be covered in 300 pages unless the work is meant for scholars.

    I recently read The Long Embrace by Judith Freeman: Raymond Chandler and the Woman He Loved. I found this one the right length and very absorbing despite it focusing almost exclusively on his marriage. She brought it to life through traveling to the many, and I mean many, houses the Chandlers lived in over the course of their marriage.

    Girls Like Us is giving me trouble though. Do I really need to know when each of these women met all the other song writers/singers in this era? I expected the book to focus on the era more too. And it's too long. Too many dull details. If you're going to write about three people, I'd eliminate some of the less important information.

    Prize for the dullest biography I ever read would be the one about Joyce Carol Oates (Invisible Writer). Not the biographer's fault though. Oates never does anything but write.

    But maybe it's me and my every diminishing attention span. What biographies have you enjoyed?

    Friday, January 30, 2009

    The Summing Up, Friday, January 30, 2009



    Claudette Colbert reading.













    Thanks for all who participated and all who came by to check it out


    The Summing Up, Friday, January 30, 2009

    Paul Bishop, Presler John, John Buchan
    Cathy Cole, Helter Skelter; And the Sea Will Tell, Vincent Bugliosi
    Pete Dragovich, Dark Ride, Kent Harrington
    Bill Crider, Hoodtown, Christa Faust
    Cullen Gallagher, The Jugger, Richard Stark
    Chris Grabenstein, Mad Al Jaffe Spews Out Snappy Answers, Al Jaffe
    Pete Dragovich, Dark Ride, Kent Harrington
    Martin Edwards, Gory Night, Margaret Rivers Larminie & Jane Langslow
    Lesa Holstine, Engineered for Murder, Aileen Schumacher
    Randy Johnson, Hombre, Elmore Leonard
    George Kelley, The Well of the Unicorn, Fletcher Pratt
    Mack Lundy, Have Spacesuit, Will Travel; Tunnel in the Sky, Robert Heinlein
    Todd Mason, The Unknown 5, D. R. Bensen
    Juri Nummelin, Give Me This Woman, John Jakes
    Scott D. Parker, The Night of the Assassin (THE WILD WEST #3) Robert Vaughn
    J. Kingston Pierce, The Bigger They Come, A.A. Fair
    James Reasoner, Way Station, Clifford D. Simak
    Barrie Summy, The Watch That Ends the Night, Hugh MacLennan
    Ray, Peyton Place, Grace Metalious
    Jacob Weaver, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?, Horace McCoy

    Friday's Forgotten Books, January 30, 2009

    Truman Capote reading.







    Chris Grabenstein is the Anthony award winning author of TILT-A-WHIRL. Other crime novels include HELL HOLE, SLAY RIDE and WHACK A MOLE and HELL FOR THE HOLIDAYS. He is also the author of a middle-school series. You can find him here.

    Mad’s Al Jaffe Spews Out Snappy Answers To Stupid Questions, Al Jaffe


    As one who writes mysteries with a smart aleck narrator, I thought I should recognize the forgotten classic that helped turn me into such a wise guy at the age of thirteen, even though it’s not a mystery. In fact, it’s not even a real book.

    It’s Mad’s Al Jaffe Spews Out Snappy Answers To Stupid Questions, which originally sold for 75 cents back in 1968 when I, having saved up all year, purchased it while on vacation in Saint Petersburg, Florida at Webb City, this department store where they used to have live mermaids you could talk to on a conch-shell telephone.

    What’s the book about?

    Well, to quote the cartoon on the front cover:

    It’s about moronic questions like that one…and clever answers like these:
    It’s about seven inches tall, 4 inches wide, and 192 pages thick.
    It’s about the most ridiculous idea for a book ever conceived.
    It’s about time that idiot out there stopped reading this cover and bought it.

    Yes, the humor is juvenile but I was thirteen when I first bought it. I recently picked up a used copy from Amazon Marketplace as research for a YA book I’m working on. I wanted to remember what it felt like when I was a chubby kid with zero athletic ability whom bullies would constantly pick on and Snappy Answers became my combat training manual since if you could make ‘em laugh they sometimes forgot about pummeling you.

    I started remembering all the Mad magazines and Mad books I had forgotten having read when I was on a panel of Young Adult authors and the moderator asked, “What books influenced you the most when you were a child?” All the other panelists gave the correct answers: The Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Sherlock Holmes, The Count of Monte Cristo. I decided to be honest and said, “Mad magazine.” After the panel, about a dozen people came up to say, “Me, too!”

    And when I think about the cynical voice of so many the hard boiled P.I.s I love, the sarcastic cops, the snide no-B.S. commentary of John D. MacDonald or Raymond Chandler, I think about Mad Magazine and how it was the first publication to help me look at the world with a somewhat jaded eye. Not all the way to jaundiced. Just jaded.

    And, as a writer-in-training, I always found it fantastic that Mr. Jaffe left the last balloon in his cartoon panels blank, inviting the reader to come up with a snappy answer of their own. To top him.

    So, play along. On page 98-99 we see a prison guard catching an inmate in his striped suit crawling out of a tunnel on the far side of the penitentiary wall:

    GUARD: TRYING TO BREAK OUT, EH?

    ESCAPEE: No, in! I’ve heard so many wonderful things about this place.

    No, I’m just testing the security system here.

    No, I’m a rare giant striped mole.
    ****************
    Mack Lundy grew up in an Air force family whose travels included a posting to Pretoria, South Africa (1952-56) where he acquired an English accent, a fondness for ginger beer, and exposure to his first mysteries, Enid Blyton's Famous Five series. Alas, he lost the accent but still likes ginger beer and mysteries. He is now the systems librarian at the Swem Library of the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia. His non-work interest is the study of crime fiction, particularly noir and hard-boiled. You can find him here.

    HAVE SPACESUIT, WILL TRAVEL. Robert A. Heinlein, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1958.
    TUNNEL IN THE SKY. Robert A. Heinlein, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1955.

    For my forgotten books I want to go back to the time when my reading habits had started to firm up. Along with reading everything in the school library by John Steinbeck, science fiction was my preferred genre. The 1960s were a remarkable time for science. The launch of Sputnik 1 in 1957 started the Space Race which gave us cosmonauts and astronauts in space by 1961. It is little wonder that a teenager would find himself obsessed with hard science fiction and off-world travel. I loved science fiction and adventure stories and one author really stood out, Robert A. Heinlein. Sure I read Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke but it was Heinlein's juvenile science fiction that could combine pulse pounding excitement with hard science.Several decades ago I acquired seven of Heinlein's juvenile science fiction novels that were being discarded from a school library. They remained boxed while I moved from job to job. When I got them out of the attic for this post, I found that two of the titles I most fondly remembered were there, Have Space Suit - Will Travel and Tunnel in the Sky. Being a librarian I wanted to see if there was some way to measure if these qualified as forgotten books. We have a very active public library in Williamsburg, VA and they were able to tell me that Have Space Suit - Will Travel has circulated 72 times since 1985. That doesn't make it entirely forgotten but it is by no means a Harry Potter or Twilight. Tunnel in the Sky, on the other hand, has been checked out once, making it a truly forgotten book.Have Space Suit- Will Travel (anyone else remember Paladin) is the story of teenager Kip Russell who who wins a functional space suit as a consolation prize in a soap company jingle contest. Making the best of his disappointment at not wining the grand prize of a trip to the moon, Kip restores the suit to space worthiness. He goes out for a walk in the suit one night, answers a distress call on his suit radio, and quickly finds himself a captive of aliens who view humans as a food source along with an eleven year old human girl genius named Peewee and an intergalactic cop that Kip and Peewee call the Mother Thing. The story has an amazing escape attempt on the moon, heroic acts of self-sacrifice on Pluto, and, along the way, Kip and Peewee save the earth from destruction. Heady stuff, I get goosebumps just thinking about it. One of the cool things about this book is that Heinlein makes science a part of the story in a non-pedantic way. I would have thought that staying warm would be a problem on the moon but no, I learned, it's how to get rid of excess heat.Tunnel in the Sky has another teenage boy who finds himself in extraordinary circumstances. In Rod Walker's world, an interstellar teleporter is used to establish colonies to ease earth's over crowding. The colonies have to be self-supporting and the colonists move through the teleporter in a high-tech - but still pulled by horse or mule - version of the old west Conestoga wagon. Rod wants to lead these expeditions but that requires completion of a solo survival exercise as part of a class in advanced survival. Along with students from various high schools which gives the plot the necessary mix of ages and abilities, Rod is dumped on an unknown planet with only the gear he can carry. Something goes wrong and the students find themselves stranded with no way of knowing when, or if, they will be rescued. The students struggle to form a community in which Rod becomes a leader.Where Have Suit - Will Travel features hard science, Tunnel in the Sky deals more with the societal demands associated with creating a community and the politics of leadership. More so than Have Space Suit - Will Travel, for me, Tunnel in the Sky is in the "how would I act in that situation, would I survive" school of adventure fiction. It made me think and I remember coming away from the book wishing that I could carry a knife.With the benefit of hindsight I can now see that Heinlein, in his juvenile science fiction, was developing the character types and philosophies that would mark his adult works. I was also struck by how readable these books remain. They are dated in many ways; slide rules are high tech. and the guys wear crew cuts. But despite the bits of patronizing sexism (mild for the day), Heinline provided strong, independent female characters. At the core these are still solid, relevant, stories that I wouldn't hesitate to recommend to a young person.

    Cullen Gallagher
    Pete Dragovich
    Barrie Summy
    Ray
    Martin Edwards
    Cathy Cole
    Bill Crider
    Lesa Holstine
    James Reasoner
    Scott D. Parker
    Jacob Weaver
    Paul Bishop
    J. Kingston Pierce
    George Kelley
    Randy Johnson
    Todd Mason
    Juri Nummelin

    Thursday, January 29, 2009

    Car Wash


    Stephen King reading.




    I think I've mentioned here before that my 26 month old grandson became interested in car washes sometime before Christmas and that interest has yet to fade. We spend a lot of time looking at car washes online.






    Although a lot of the pictures are like this. I had no idea this was a hot topic.






    We also make car washes out of all sorts of thing, but he has always backed out of going to one. We get near there and he says, "Go library, do puzzles." Or "How about train store?"

    But today we mastered the fear and watched through the window as Poppop and Nana's car went through the car wash. When it was done, he said, "Now, go to hospicle." So tomorrow hospicle, but what do we watch there?

    Wednesday, January 28, 2009

    My Flash Fiction Piece


    Joe Louis reading.







    I drew an excellent first paragraph for my flash fiction story. And the middle came quickly. But I'm having a terrible time ending it. I didn't think of this as a problem when I thought of this idea. But we begin a story in a way that plays to our strengths as writers probably. It may be about atmosphere, character, plot, mood. We learn how to set it in motion. I usually begin with atmosphere rarer than the immediate statement of the problem. Just style really.

    The paragraph I drew points in a definite direction. A direction that demands a good ending, a good plot. Unless I want to subvert that paragraph, I must head in that direction. I can't quite bring it off. I have two weeks still so I'm not worried yet. Not yet.

    And here's another thing. In a longer piece, I might have time to prepare the reader for an unlikely ending. At this length, it will be a shot in the gut. And maybe it will have to be just that. Can you take it?

    How's your story going?


    BTW-Due to the confusion in my own life of late, I think at least one paragraph fell off the face of the earth. So if yours isn't up there, it's not because I didn't like it but because I lost it. If you resend it to me afterwards, I'll post it and we can all give it a crack.

    Tuesday, January 27, 2009

    John Updike Dies.


    John Updike reading.
    There are just a few writers that meant a lot to me when I was young but John Updike was one of them. When I went to Breadloaf Writer's Conference a few years ago, it was de rigeur to mock his writing. One workshop actually used passages from his books on how not to write. Needless to say, the writer leading that workshop has done little to date.
    Few books have meant as much to me as the Rabbit books, COUPLES, WITCHES OF EASTWICK, the Maples short stories and assorted other pieces. Maybe his style of writing went out of fashion at some point, but he could tell a good story and he took chances in his subject when few writers did.
    I ran into Updike once. We were heading up the steps of the Metropolitan Museum in New York and he was heading down. He saw the flicker of recognition in my eyes and smiled just a little.
    I was also amused to read soon after that that wherever he went, he checked out libraries to see if they carried his book and in old-fashioned libraries, how much it had been taken out. I guess people from Shillington, PA never feel secure in the world of letters.

    Books Into Movies---Except Not Quite

    Louise Brooks reading.



    The Guardian ran an interesting feature on Hollywood Changes. I had just watched In a Lonely Place, where Dorothy Hughes' ending was changed-perhaps for the better. It certainly made the character more complex for me.

    I guess the most common reason for changing an ending is to give the audience something more palatable to go home with. Many, if not most, novels seem to end sadly. Readers are used to this; movie goers, not so much. What movies were especially egregious in their changes? Where did it work well?

    Also be sure to look in on The Guardian's choices of 1000 Books You Have to Read, running all last week.

    Sunday, January 25, 2009

    My Town Monday, Detroit: Gran Torino

    Detroiter, Julie Harris reading on New York subway. (1951)







    Gran Torino
    is set in Detroit and was filmed here but it doesn't reflect the real Detroit in its racial makeup. Although the Detroit Metro area is racially and ethnically diverse, Detroit proper is not. I don't know if that's important in terms of the story however. The original story was set in Minneapolis, where there is a huge Hmong population within the city limits. The Hmong stand in for any group living in poverty in the inner city.

    In Gran Torino's Detroit, a group of Hmong have taken up residence in Korean Vet, Walt Kowalski's, neighborhood and his negative and positive interactions with these people frame the story. I'm not going to review this movie in terms of plot or merit. It has a coherent and interesting plot and it's well done. Eastwood creates a memorable character although at a cost.

    What concerned me about the movie was the way that the audience reacted to Walt's racism. I am not saying that men like Walt don't exist or that movies should not be made about them, but I am saying this movie raised the hair on my neck many times and had a curious attitude toward its protagonist and his idea of manhood.

    In the end, of course, Walt "does the right thing." But along the way, we get to hear him sling his racial slurs in almost every scene. The huge audience I saw it with laughed every time he spewed his venom. They admired Walt in the way they admire Lou Dobbs or Rush Limbaugh or Bill O'Reilly for not abiding by our notion of what's acceptable language. For "shocking" us repeatedly.

    The audience in a inner ring Detroit suburb was all white. Does that tell you anything?Once Eastood had established Walt's racism, was it really necessary such language to continue? Although it was true to his character was it true to the final message of the movie. I think not.

    I liked the movie at points for trying to deal with a hard subject matter, but in its creation of a racist, it appealed to a lot of racists.

    And the great Travis Erwin is back shepherding MTM this week. Check out the other posts.

    Saturday, January 24, 2009

    ISKU


    People reading on the bus.






    There's something about seeing your name amongst the Finnish
    that's special. Thanks, Juri.

    Friday, January 23, 2009

    The Summing Up, Friday, January 23, 2009


    Frank O'Hara reading.

    As we enter our tenth month of Forgotten Books, I'd like to urge those who did a review long ago to come back and do another one. I'm sure you've thought of a book no one has talked about. Come on. You know you want to.

    Also, to those who contribute almost every week. Is this becoming too much of a burden? Let me know.






    Friday, January 23, 2009

    Patti Abbott, The Universal Baseball Association, Robert Coover
    Paul Bishop, Dead Game, Gerald Hammond
    Cathy Cole, Kirk Mitchell mysteries
    Mark Combes, Walking the Perfect Square, Reed Farrel Coleman
    David Cranmer, What Really Happened, Brett Haliday
    Bill Crider, Murder of a Mistress, Henry Kuttner
    Chris, Flesh Gothic, Edward Lee
    Gary Dobbs, Flint, Louis L'Amour
    Martin Edwards, Tragedy at Law, Cyril Hare
    Ed Gorman, Christine, Stephen King
    Rosemary Harris, Promise Not to Tell, Jennifer McMahon
    Lesa Holstine, Masao Masuto mysteries, E.V. Cunningham
    Randy Johnson, The Fabulous Clipjoint, Fredric Brown
    George Kelley, This Girl's For Hire, G.G. Fickling
    Todd Mason, The Futurians, Damon Knight
    Scott D. Parker, It Ain't No Sin to Be Glad You're Alive, Eric Alterman
    James Reasoner, Murder on the Side, Day Keene
    Kieran Shea, Lancelot, Walker Percy
    Kerrie Smith, Rumpole of the Bailey, John Mortimer
    Brian Thornton, The Doomsters, Ross MacDonald

    Friday's Forgotten Books, January 23, 2009


    Kids reading Harry Potter.




    Patricia Abbott, THE UNIVERSAL BASEBALL ASSOCIATION, INC, J. HENRY WAUGH, PROP., by Robert Coover

    With the exception of CATCH 22, I don't know of another book that knocked me out in quite the way this one did when I was young(er). Written in 1968, it overflows with creativity, humor and pathos. Maybe it's not forgotten, but I rarely hear it mentioned.

    J. Henry Waugh is an unhappy accoutant who entertains himself by inventing a game that he can escape to at the end of the day. Every action in the game is ruled by the dice. Waugh does not get to intervene. He is, of course, no more in charge of what happens in the game then he is in what happens in his life. He finds this out when his star pitcher is killed by a pitched ball. (Yes, his game even allows for such events; it's that complex) This fictional event has impact on Waugh's real life in horrible ways.

    Cleverly, Coover allows the players, managers and baseball executives to come to life, making the book much less static than this might sound. Is Waugh a God? If so he has little power over his invented world and even less over his real one. It is chance that rules Waugh's game and his world. Until....This is a great book.

    Mark Combes is the author of RUNNING WRECKED. You can find him at http://www.markcombes.com/mark.php. WALKING THE PERFECT SQUARE by Reed Farrel Coleman.

    I suspect you might be like me. You find an author you like but for whatever reason, you find yourself either in the middle of his or her career – or in the middle of a series. For me, that happened with Reed Farrel Coleman. The first Moe Prager book I read was his 2007 release Soul Patch, as it was the only one I could readily get from my local bookstore. And I was hooked. But as I mentioned above, Soul Patch put me smack in the middle – well actually just slightly past the middle – of the Moe Prager series. But a guy does what he has to when it’s the only book in the series that is readily available.

    Well not anymore.

    The terrific little indie publisher from the great state of Texas, Busted Flush Press, has just re-released the first two titles in the Prager series and the third will be out later this year.

    And a littl
    e advice – read this series in order. It might not be necessary in all series, but I think it’s critical here because Walking the Perfect Square plants the bad seed that will haunt Moe in the subsequent books in the series. As an unlicensed, semi-pro PI, Moe is brought into a missing person investigation and in an ill-advised fit of goodwill, he makes a promise that will haunt him – forever. It’s this kind of emotion that Coleman excels at. These aren’t shoot-em-up books; Coleman writes a thinking person’s crime story. As SJ Rozen says, “Moe Prager is the thinking person's P.I. And what he thinks about—love, loyalty, faith, betrayal—are complex and vital issues, and beautifully handled.”

    I can’t say it any better than that so I won’t try. So go down to your local bookstore, bring that ISBN for Walking the Perfect Square, and treat yourself to some truly fine writing.

    Rosemary Harris is a former bookstore manager and video producer. She is the author of The Big Dirt Nap (Feb. 2009, St. Martin's Minotaur) and Pushing Up Daisies (Feb. 2008, Mystery Guild selection and IMBA Bestseller, coming soon in paperback.)

    PROMISE NOT TO TELL by Jennifer McMahon.


    I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I really did forget about Promise Not To Tell. I'd met the author, Jennifer McMahon, briefly, at New England Crimebake a year ago, and again at MidWinter ALA a few months later. I hadn't forgotten her - she was quite memorable - sweet, cerebral and perhaps a bit shy, unlike most of the mystery writers on the circuit, myself included. I remembered her, but unfortunately not the title of the book.

    Then one day I was in a bookstore surfing the trade paperback
    tables - as much as I love Amazon, you just can't do that online. It's not the same. I was drawn to a book with a haunting cover. It was the image of a young girl, 12 or 13, looking straight into the camera, straight at me. There's a quote on the cover. Not from a reviewer or fellow author - from the girl herself; "I killed someone tonight." What's inside is every bit as haunting as the cover.

    Promise Not To Tell is the story of Kate Cypher who returns home after a long absence to look after her ailing mother. While sh
    e's there a girl is murdered, in a manner reminiscent of another crime committed years before when Kate was a child - the unsolved murder of a young girl who'd been treated cruelly and was derisively known as The Potato Girl.

    Is Kate a suspect, a witness, or an other victim? And does the current crime have anything to do with the death of the Potato Girl, now the subject of campfire stories and cautionary tales, who supposedly haunts the place where she was killed?


    No mere whodunit, Promise Not To Tell is a remarkable debut - beautifully written, with deceptively straightforward prose that paints a telling picture of Kate's past, her present and maybe even her future, as well as an indelible portrait of The Potato Girl.

    Four stars.

    Kieran Shea's crime fiction has appeared in Thuglit, Pulp Pusher, Dogmatika,Muzzleflash, Plots with Guns, Demolition. He lives outside Annapolis, MD

    LANCELOT by Walker Percy.

    Often brushed aside as the least popular of Walker Percy’s novels, LANCELOT is a grenade tossed into the waiting room of modern moral complacency. Kierkegaardian madness and savage murder recounted by a patient being visited by his priest in an insane asylum, the book explores the moral challenges of the age with humor and grace. Frightening and funny. True, a little tinged with bourbon and “branch”…but, hey...the man was “the last gentleman." I miss him so.

    Brian Thornton's m
    ost recent work was the short story "Suicide Blonde, published in the November, 2008 edition of ALFRED HITCHCOCK'S MYSTERY MAGZINE. His short story "Paper Son" is forthcming in the Akashic Books anthology SEATTLE NOIR,(June, 2009). THE DOOMSTERS by Ross MacDonald

    So hey, I just read this terrific book by a major writer in the mystery canon. In it, a world weary private investigaor allows himself to get sucked into the domestic problems of a rich, prominent Southern California family. As the story plays out, the P.I. uncovers a number of old secrets, all of which point toward a long-covered up crime committed by a member of the prestigious family's eminently respectable older generation. The current family crisis is a direct result of that original crime (or, if you prefer, "sin"), and also involves a relatively blameless member of the family's younger generation.

    The author, of course, is Ross MacDonald. And the paragraph above could describe most of the books he wrote from the mid-fifties onward. It's been said of MacDonald that for the second half of his career, he told one story over and over, but he told it so well, and varied the details enough that few readers cared. Titles such as THE DROWNING POOL, THE CHILL, THE WYCHERLY WOMAN, THE GALTON CASE and BLACK MONEY bear this out. In fact, beginning with THE CHILL in 1960, MacDonald had a decade-long run of acclaimed books utilizing variations of the above basic plot.

    But what about his earlier work? MacDonald's series hero, Lew Archer started out a hard-boiled member of the Hammett/Chandler school but evolved into something completely different. Over the course of the series, Archer becomes a less and less obtrusive observer of the manifold ways in which families and their various pathologies can prey upon their children.

    THE DOOMSTERS, published in 1959 (a year before the landmark THE CHILL) chronicles Archer's transition from hard-boiled, physical, wise-cracking P.I. to quasi-social worker, with terrific results. The vestiges of MacDonald's earlier penchant for action scenes are there (including Archer being attacked and placed in a sleeper hold in his own car by a client who then steals said car). So too, is MacDonald's evolving strong voice and trademark elegiac language.
    Before the door closed, one of them broke into a storm of weeping. The noise of grief is impersonal, and I couldnt be sure which of them it was. But I thought is must have been Mildred. Her loss was the worst. It had been going on for a long time and was continuing."

    With deft characterization, a strong, if familiar plot, and the words of one of the 20th century's great writers, THE DOOMSTERS is on a par with MacDonald's best work during the 1960s. Lost in the roar of critical acclaim that MacDonald received as a result of the publication of THE CHILL a year later, THE DOOMSTERS has been unfairly forgotten. This years marks the 50th anniversary of its publication and it is well worth a read.

    Some more forgotten books.

    Ed Gorman
    Bill Crider
    David Cranmer
    Scott D. Parker
    Jacob Weaver
    George Kelley
    Lesa Holstine
    Gary Dobbs
    Kerrie Smith
    Marti
    n Edwards
    Cathy Cole
    James Reasoner
    Randy Johnson
    Chris
    Paul Bishop
    Todd Mason

    Thursday, January 22, 2009

    Marvelous or Not

    James Earl Jones reading.






    I have always been a bit suspicious of my husband's assessments of my writing. This week proved me right. I mistakenly gave him only half of a story to read, which he then proclaimed marvelous.
    Yes, I said, after discovering the missing pages, but didn't you find the end a bit sudden, a bit lacking.
    "Uh......"
    Do you have a reader you can trust with your work? I can trust him to prop me up when I need it. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But where's the critical voice?

    Wednesday, January 21, 2009

    So That's Where that Line Came From?




    Julia reading.








    Maybe everyone knows this but the line "The plane, the plane, the plane is coming" heard every week on FANTASY ISLAND, seems to have come from THE DEVIL AT FOUR O"CLOCK, where a boy on the island runs in and tells Spencer Tracy. I am watching this as I wash the floors. I thought you need to know this--for anyone who remembers FANTASY ISLAND, that is. Weird with Ricardo Montalban just dying.
    What other lines are stolen and was this one common knowledge?

    Tuesday, January 20, 2009

    Tell Me This Is Not for Real!

    Police Checkpoint (yet another addition to your children's imagination)

    Playmobile's Security Checkpoint.

    A new toy from Playmobile becomes the industry standard on how to create paranoid kids. I wonder how eager Connor and Ella will be to get on a plane for Disneyworld next spring.


    I doubt that this guy/gal would have gotten through without removing his scarf, shoes and sweater. And what are those horseshoe hands all about?


    Inventive kids will spend time inventing ways to elude detection, making the security system obsolete in a few years.

    Now truly, how much play potential is in a toy like this? OTOH, maybe my grandson will see the toy as the still elusive car wash. Four weeks later, he's still looking for one. And you must check out customer reviews on amazon

    (Hat tip to Monkey Cage)

    And the Guard Changes




    President Obama reading!








    I'm darn lousy at manipulating graphics but you get the gist.