Friday, May 15, 2009

Friday's Forgotten Books, May 15, 2009

Hello Kitty reading.

Friday, May 29th, vacation day.
Friday, June 6, Forgotten non-fiction books.
Find a list all forgotten books here.


Michael J. Solender is a freelance writer based in Charlotte, NC. He writes a weekly Neighborhoods column for the Charlotte Observer and is a contributor to Charlotte ViewPoint. His fiction has appeared online at 6S, Powder Burn Flash, A Twist of Noir, Flashshot and Dogzplot (soon). He blogs here: http://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/

Ethical Responsibility in the Blogosphere
David Wallace’s One Nation Under Blog challenges political bloggers to
embrace a higher standard in cyberspace.

The cacophony of political ads that assaulted network and cable television
viewers in the waning days of the 2008 election was mind-numbing even for
the most interested undecided voter. One after another, the candidates and
their surrogates pummeled viewers with their message, often offering
contradictory claims and viewpoints.

Consumers of political perspective who turn to the internet, more
specifically the blogosphere, for their sustenance have no assurance that
anything they read is factually accurate, verifiable or even from an
identifiable or credible source.

One Nation Under Blog (Brown Books Publishing Group), written by U.S.
Department of Homeland Security Advisory Council member and 3 term former
mayor of Sugar Land, Texas, David Wallace, takes dead aim at irresponsible
blogging. While not an advocate of regulating online freedom of speech,
Wallace builds a solid argument for injecting a code of conduct and ethical
responsibility into this exploding forum of information exchange and
influence.


Wallace shares first-hand experience of what unscrupulous bloggers can do to
reputations and how difficult it can be for those, even with means and
resources, to combat the negative and often vitriolic imagery created by
political enemies and those with axes to grind. He stays emotionally above
the fray as he recounts his 2006 attempt to get his name placed on the
ballot for the 22nd Congressional District, replacing retiring Congressman,
Tom Delay.

Though Wallace provides a detailed accounting of this experience and the
theatre that is Texas politics, complete with rebuttal response to several
charges issues against him, the treatment receives a mere dozen or so pages
and is not at all the focus of his work. Important context is provided
however, and the reader can better understand both Wallace’s motivation and
an underlying message of his book: Everyone has an agenda. One Nation Under
Blog deftly builds the case for a bloggers code of conduct by using
arguments that are grounded in fairness, a moral high ground, and plain and
simple journalistic standards.

Wallace lays his foundation by providing a basic primer on the history of
political blogging. Crediting the infamous Drudge Report, one of the
earliest political blogs, with the exposure of the Clinton-Lewinsky affair,
Wallace cites example after example of the growing influence this medium
plays in the never-ending 24 hour news cycle. Of particular note is the
recounting of the significant impact bloggers played in the downfall of
former House Speaker, Trent Lott, after the Washington Post downplayed his
seemingly racist comments at a gathering of well wishers for Strom Thurmond.

Far from mere outlets for unreported scandals, political blogs have played a
tremendous role in grass roots uses and garnering wide-spread candidate
support, particularly with fund raising efforts. Wallace’s treatment of
Howard Dean’s 2004 success through campaigns blogs make it easy to see why
President Obama so fully exploited this avenue in the 2008 presidential
race.

Wallace employs a persuasive literary device in outlining his case for
civility, fairness in reporting, and do-no-harm approach to blogging. A
significant portion of his book is devoted to super-imposing the blogosphere
upon the Founding Fathers and other historically significant politicians in
U.S. History (including FDR, JFK and LBJ) and supposing how they may have
faired under the intense 24/7 glare of cyberspace.

He uses actual quotes and statements made by and about our earliest public
servants and modifies them into the forum of a contemporary blog on the
Internet. Each anecdote underscores one or more pillars in Wallace’s
proposed bloggers code of conduct.

Recognizing that unfettered conversational speech provides the very element
that makes blogging unique and a dynamic forum for political dialogue,
Wallace acknowledges that this can be the underlying Achilles heel of the
political blog if not held to more universal standard. Personal
responsibility, fact verification, blog monitoring for unacceptable content,
refusing to allow for harassing, stalking or threatening of others,
copyright infringement, and privacy violation all make it into Wallace’s
common sense code.

The irony of political railing against special interest groups is that each
and every one of us has our own special interests and perspective on a
myriad of issues that impact the citizenry. Perusing for outlets that share
our world view is nothing new and technology has made it both facile and
anonymous. Respect and civility however should not be casualties of our
insatiable need for our perspectives to be heard. One Nation Under Blog
eloquently makes this case.

Andy Henion can see Canada from his backyard, making him an expert in foreign relations. He recently stopped chewing his nails after his four-year-old daughter picked up the habit. He thoroughly enjoys muffins and R.E.M. and dogs that jump and slobber on him (fuck all that behavior training). His work has appeared in Hobart and Spork and Plots with Guns and, most of all, The Jargon


GOD IS A BULLET, Boston Teran


About a decade ago I took a chance on a crime novel called God is a Bullet, the first offering from a guy named Boston Teran. The premise seemed interesting if over the top: A strai

ght-laced California man teams up with a heroin junkie to battle a group of murderous satanic cultists, who have abducted the man’s daughter. I had never heard of Teran and, frankly, that red flag in the back of my brain warned of more glossy, predictable, maddening James Patterson-esque drivel.

Not even close. In fact, to this day Bullet remains one of the top five or six crime books I’ve read.

It’s not perfect. Teran gets carried away with description. The story occasionally drifts towar

d the melodramatic. At times, it's forced.

But Teran is so gifted it’s easy to overlook these flaws. He has a style all his own (and how many writers can you really say that about?). He’s a master at mood and atmosphere. His description of violence is so authentic and spot-on, you’ll grimace. His prose is driving, savage, yet still, almost, poetic.

I’ve read two of his subsequent offerings—Never Count Out the Dead and The Prince of Deadly Weapons—and found them lacking the debut’s raw intensity. But I’ll stick with Teran, hoping he returns to his former glory. Despite its flaws, Bullet is that good.


Kathryn Magendie is the co-editor of The Rose and the Thorn Literary Ezine. She is also the author of TENDER GRACES (Bellebooks). Visit her at Madden’s MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/kerrymadden


THE BOOK OF FRED, by ABBY BARDI

In Abby Bardi’s The Book of Fred, at times I felt as if I were lost in a room of fun-house mirrors, but in that deliciously entertaining way those wavery-reflectors have of making us see ourselves and the world about us in a different way, and sometimes in a way that isn’t flattering—for through the first person accounts of Bardi’s main characters: Mary Fred, Alice, Heather, and Uncle Roy, we see perspectives of lives filled with desire, addiction, pain, loss, loneliness, bewilderment, betrayal, and finally, hope. Abby Bardi handles delicate issues with a light touch, but not so light one does not deeply feel each of her character’s voices in a whole and unique way.

When Mary Fred’s fundamentalist religion parents refuse medical treatment to their children, and two of her brothers die of treatable maladies, Mary Fred becomes a foster child and is sent to live with Alice, her daughter Heather, and Uncle Roy. Mary Fred has never been allowed to watch television, never worn any clothing that is not plain and brown, never read a book other than “The Book of Fred,” and further, believes that “the Lackers” (everyone who is not a “Fredian”) are doomed to a fiery end, while the Fredians will be spirited away to an everlasting garden of wonders.

Meanwhile, Uncle Roy holds a terrible secret tight, Alice tries to please everyone but herself and is unwilling to move on from her past, Heather pretends not to care about anyone or anything but herself and television, and Mary Fred struggles with her beliefs against the teasing pull of American Pop Culture. This “Family of Misfits” learns that things are not always as they seem, and that love, trust, sacrifice, and family are sometimes hard-won, but more beautifully, happiness and peace can come in unexpected and surprising ways. (As an aside, I would have liked to know what happened to Mary Fred’s remaining brothers, “The Littles,” but was mostly satisfied to know that she would try to find them later, for I understood that things were as they needed to be for the book without going into too many “tangents.” Still, I did wonder.)

There are passages and phrases in the book that made me nod my head and smile, or say, “Yes! She’s got it…” Bardi’s writing is hopeful, fresh, and quite good. I appreciate how each character struggles to remain locked in their own “status quo,” but with Mary Fred as the catalyst, Alice, Heather, Uncle Roy, and Mary Fred herself, at last find their way to redemption. The ending left me with a sigh, for I liked the main characters (although, I did enjoy Mary Fred and Uncle Roy’s voices the most), and wished them well— Abby Bardi's The Book of Fred did not disappoint me in that regard.

Ed Gorman writes crime and western novels. He is most recently the author of SLEEPING DOGS.

Forgotten Books: Corkscrew by Dashiell Hammett

Because it likely appeared as a "magazine novel, complete-in-this-issue," I'm taking certain liberties here with the definition of "novel" but so be it. Corkscrew is a novelette (in pulp terms) or a short novel (in literary terms). It was written at the time when hardboiled detective fiction was sometimes cast as western fiction. Black Mask thrived on this fusion early on. One of Hammett's best stories, "The Killing of Dan Odams," is in fact a western.

Corkscrew is the name of a lawless town in Arizona early in the last century. There aren't many farmers here because farmers are afraid to settle here given the violence.

Corkscrew has telephones and automobiles but it is otherwise of the old west. Our man was sent here undercover by his detective agency to try and resolve the town's chief problems one of which, timely given today's politics, what to do about all the illegals crossing into the United States. He will be the new deputy sheriff, the real sheriff being elsewhere. But the man who sent for him told everybody that he was coming and when to expect him. Some undercover. Hammett uses wry bits of business throughout this long story and they give it the bite of real life. Sometimes humor makes things sound truer than melodrama, at least for me.

The first set-piece is one of Hammett's finest moments, an extended and bitter poker game in which Slim Vogel and Mark Nesbit try to close each other out. Hammett gets everything just right--the men standing around the table, the other card players dropping out just so they can watch the rivalry and the escalating name calling between the two players. At first the names land like punches but there are so many of them and they come so quickly that Hammett slyly turns them into a comic comment on machismo. Monty Python later did something very much like this with in the insult-hurling Frenchman on the battlement.

The heart of the story is a murder mystery that is one of Hammett's trickiest puzzles. He hits us wham-bam with two murders in just a few pages and so we have to recalculate everything we've assumed previously. The prose is impeccable. Sometimes Hammett is a little too spare for me but here he's giving us this strange, dusty little town in careful, vivid detail.

This is one of those pieces of work that you can both enjoy and admire. You just stand back and look at a master do his work.

Kieran Shea
Martin Edwards
Bill Crider
George Kelley
Cullen Gallagher
Kerrie Smith
Ray Foster
Todd Mason
David Cranmer
Paul Bishop
Andi Shechter
Eric Peterson



Thursday, May 14, 2009

Your pre-online sources


Mick Jagger reading.






I find out about almost everything online nowadays. I'm not talking about news; we still get a newspaper. But books, movies, music. I get more info here than anywhere else. Now before, I could find out about books and movies through the newspaper pretty easily. But where did I hear of new music? I just can't remember. Radio stations haven't played interesting music since-I don't know when. Does anyone remember their source for new music?

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Songs That Take You Back to a Specific Day


John reading.






There are only a few songs that take me back to a specific moment in my life. All of them were in my teen years.



Fingertips, Stevie Wonder-I guess I was fourteen. I was over a friend's house and we turned on American Bandstand prepared to dance, prepared to see if Carmen was still dancing with her boyfriend on the show. Fingertips came on. You couldn't dance to it. We stood frozen. We had never heard anything like it, nothing that long, nothing from a kid younger than us. The repetition of goodbyes at the end wiped us out. We were ecstatic. Exhilaration.

She Loves You. The Beatles. It was probably a year or so later. My dad has just got a new car. A Pontiac Le Mans, I think. Gold. We went out for a ride. He switched the radio on and there were THE BEATLES, singing She Loves You. My brother and I shared that moment. Discovering something entirely new. I don't think anyone not around then can imagine how different their sound was from Motown and Bubblegum Rock. Change.


Where Did Our Love Go? The Supremes. I am sixteen and miraculously I had persuaded my mother to let me spend the summer in New Hope, PA working at a restaurant called The Crystal Palace. I am rooming with my best friend. I am so free--I will never be that free again.
I am sitting in my room, each wall painted a different color--perfect for teenage girls. I look out the window and a car is coming down the street--a convertible--and Where Did Our Love Go is blasting from the radio. Chills. Freedom.

These are the songs I will always locate on a specific day and with a specific feeling. What are yours?

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

REMINDER OF FLASH FICTION CHALLENGE

Reminder for anyone who missed it last week.

Flash Fiction Challenge #5


Olive Oyl reading.






Hope it's been long enough since the last challenge to whet your appetite.

In the early nineties, a book was published where each story shared a single
concept: "a wedding cake in the middle of the road."

None of those stories were flash fiction, but let's see what we can do with that idea in a limited number of words.

Stories should be around 750 words, but anything under 1000 wrds is good. You can set your wedding cake on a road on Mars, in Montana, or anywhere at all. In other words, all genres are welcome.

The "wedding cake in the road" can be the main idea or a sidebar-so long as it's in there--like the gun in Plots with Guns.

Mystery Dawg will publish stories on Powder Burn Flash where no blog is available.

June seems like a good month for wedding cakes so let's shoot for June 4th.

Please don't post your story before June 4. Also let me or Gerald So or Aldo know before then. (You can always opt out if it doesn't work out).

I can see your cake in the road already!

A Good Ghost Story?


A ghost reading.




I've been reading THE LITTLE STRANGER by Sarah Waters. It's a very old-fashioned ghost story that's almost more of a romance. Waters has the tone of those early to mid 20th century novels down pat. She's in no hurry to show her hand.

I love a good ghost story. But they're fairly rare. The one that scared me the most was GHOST STORY by Peter Straub. Or perhaps TURN OF THE SCREW by Henry James. What about you?

Monday, May 11, 2009

My Town Monday, May 11, 2009


Tom Courtney reading.







Detroit, May, 2009
Scary how crime can sneak up on you. One of our students (Wayne State University), a woman with great potential, working for Hospice of Michigan as an intern and graduating from our Masters of Public Administration Program, was killed last weekend by her boyfriend. He was back in Detroit trying out for the Detroit Lions.

A former standout football player at Savannah State, he faces a murder charge in Michigan.

Dearborn, Mich., police said 28-year-old Javorris Jackson is accused in the shooting death of his girlfriend at a hotel. The victim, 26-year-old Courtney Solomon died early Sunday morning.

Dearborn police said Jackson suffered a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the chest and remains hospitalized.

He was arraigned on Tuesday and awaits a preliminary hearing.

Jackson was shot several years ago in an unexplained crime. His recovery may have cost him a NFL career and perhaps his sanity. His brother is on the Detroit Lions. The family is from Inkster, a Detroit suburb.

The sad thing is, none of the articles talks about Courtney Solomon. She was about to earn her master's degree in Public Administration, go into hospital administration. Her mother called the school immediately after the crime to see if her daughter would still be awarded her degree. Could we honor her work and her dream? I sure hope so. Something good should come out of this.

This could happen anywhere, but too often it happens here.

And for more My Town Monday posts, check out Travis Erwin.


Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day, Mom



For the last five years of her life, my mother (and father) came to Michigan from Philly to be near us. Since I married at 19 and immediately moved away, we never had a chance to know each other as adults until 2004. Oh, we talked every week and visited twice a year, but it wasn't the same as having a mother a few miles away. That mother was still a remnant of my childhood.

These last five years were not good times for my mother. She was ill much of the time, in and out of hospitals, rehab centers. I don't think there were more than a few days she really felt like herself. For 80 years, she had been a vibrant, lovely woman. Strong and kind. Loving and eager to hear about whatever I wanted to tell her. She radiated peace, acceptance. Adored her grandchildren.

I know she suffered greatly about the strain those years put upon me (and my incredible husband). But what I want to say to her is this: I am grateful to have had those years. Grateful to have been there for her all of those days. I found out much about courage and character. I found out much about her.

And lastly, I am grateful to have been there when she died. To see the peace on her face. To hold her hand at the end. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I can truly say, I did know ye.

How many?


Spencer and Katherine reading.



HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.

How many books are on your TBR pile. I did an estimate (remember learning how to estimate in middle school?) and came up with over 300. This is because my library keeps selling them off for $1. If I live long enough, I may finish half of them. No, not really because I add to them every week.
What a disgrace. And like my netflix list, some titles seem to constantly move down to the bottom. I think there are books there from 1975. How many do you have waiting and do you scrupulously go through them in order of purchase or do you dive in and go with the day's fancy?

Saturday, May 09, 2009

STAR TREK: ORIGINS


I'm not that much of sci-fi action movie fan but I have to say this was one of the best times I've had a movie in a while. Great action, a serviceable plot and acting, a nice sense of humor, and great, and I mean great, effects. It just looked spectacular and you can see why if you stay through the credits. Must have been well over 100 digital artists involved.

What really made this movie for me though, and made it better than the rest of the Star Trek movies ( or at least those concerning James Kirk and crew) is that the movie used all the members of the crew to great effect.

I don't know why the series and the early movies concentrated so much on Kirk, but this movie was about a group of people and their first voyage. It was not just the log of one man. And the actor playing Kirk was able to create his own version of Kirk, taking just a little of Shatner's persona with him.
My only minuses would be a few scenes were a little too reminiscent of STAR WARS and there were too few women in prominent roles. They could have brought more women into it--the plot would have allowed them to do that. Maybe the next movie will remedy this. Still is has to get an A+ from this reviewer.

Friday, May 08, 2009

THE SUMMING UP, Friday, May 8, 2009


Sandra Dee reading.


For a list of all the books, go here.

I wonder if we're we getting tired of this? Let me know your feelings now that we're into a second year. Thanks.


Patti Abbott, PAST CARING, Robert Goddard
Jeremiah Ayres. THEY DON'T DANCE MUCH (more on it)
Col Bury, SWITCH, William Bayer
Bill Crider, LIVE BAIT, William Herber
Jason Duke, YELLOW MEDICINE, Anthony Neil Smith
Martin Edwards,
MANY A SLIP, Freeman Wills Crofts
Ray Foster, A WALL FOR SAN SEBASTIAN, William Barby Faherty
Cullen Gallagher, THE BURGLAR, David Goodis
Ed Gorman, NIGHT WALKER, Donald Hamilton
Charles Gramlich, TEOT'S WAR, Heather Gladney
George Kelley, THE MUSIC LOVERS, Jonathan Valin
Todd Mason, MASTERS OF THE MAZE, Avram Davidson
Scott Parker, STAR TREK LOGS, Alan Dean Foster
Richard Prosch,
GHOST GOLD by Tom West.
James Reasoner, SECRET AGENT X: THE SINISTER SCOURGE, Brant House (
Kerrie Smith, THE FLAXBOROUGH CRAB by Colin Watson

Friday's Forgotten Books, Friday, May 8, 2009


Harry and an unnamed girl reading.



1. LAST FRIDAY IN MAY (29TH), VACATION TIME.
2. FIRST FRIDAY IN JUNE-NONFICTION FORGOTTEN BOOKS.

Jason Duke is a Ser
geant in the U.S. Army and finished serving 15 months in Iraq as part of OIF 07-09. Before joining the Army he went to Arizona State University and earned a BA in Public Relations. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Thuglit, Plots With Guns, 3am Magazine, Suspect Thoughts, Shred of Evidence, Outsider Ink, The Hiss Quarterly, Dungeon Magazine, The Murder Hole, and A Cruel World. He can be reached at dm_jasonduke@hotmail.com.
YELLOW MEDICINE by Anthony Neil Smith.

Most of you should know this guy or Plots With Guns which is the e-zine he edits. If you never heard of him, you’re probably new to the whole crime-noir scene, and I suggest you look him up and read his book YELLOW MEDICINE, then follow it up with HOGDOGGIN'.

I know Neil from back in the day when he first started up PWG. He closed up shop for a while, went on to write a few novels, one of them being Yellow Medicine, then started PWG back up.

So, I’m in Iraq last year and I’m surfing the internet one day during a short lull between mortar and rocket attacks, when I look up PWG for shits and giggles and lo and behold, I find the zine back up and running and Neil’s back to publishing edgy, hard-hitting, in-your-face crime fiction – the kind that kicks you in the nuts/punches you in the tit when you’re not looking and fucks your shit up bad.

I also notice Neil’s written YELLOW MEDICINE.

So I hit ‘em up with an email and say: ‘Anthony, You're back! How have you been? Glad to see you've resurrected the mag. What made you change your mind? In any case, glad you're back, you made the right decision.’ and he says: ‘Yes sir. Good to hear from you. It was really seeing MURDALAND that got me wishing I was still in the game. And I'd learned how to keep it small. The problem last time was that with me trying to pay, and dealing with too many people helping, it was getting too big. So this time, it's a streamlined operation, fewer issues per year. Hope you'll have start trying some stories with us.’

Well, of course I take his advice and send in some stories to him, and I also buy a copy of Yellow Medicine from Amazon.com. The guy has always supported my writing since the beginning of PWG, and I’m all about supporting other writers and returning the favor, so it’s the least I can do.

So I’m in Iraq, the place is a shithole, I got buddies getting blown up and shot, but I got this copy of Yellow Medicine, and whenever I sit down to read it, it helps take my mind off things, not to mention the fact that all the crazy shit that goes on in the book makes Iraq look like a walk in the park, no fucking joke.

You got the main character, Billy Lafitte – a crooked cop that taxes meth labs and diddles young college and high school girls – who is this totally despicable, unlikeable character; yet you can't bring yourself to fully dislike Lafitte because he's not completely unredeemable.

Lafitte does everything he can to protect the love interest of the story, Drew, has a devotion to his kids/family, refuses to join the terrorists that make his life hell as a consequence.

He’s like Dirty Harry, Chev Chelios, and Vic Mackey from The Shield, all tied into one.

And that edgy, hard-hitting, in-your-face style that kicks you in the nuts/punches you in the tit when you’re not looking, times that by ten and that’s Neil’s style and voice.

I didn’t like the ending, however, so I sent Neil another email: ‘Finished the rest of Yellow Medicine. Like I said before, great read. My only gripe is I felt it dragged on at the end, and I didn't like how the ending was left unresolved. I'm guessing you'll fill in the holes in Hogdoggin. I think leaving stuff unresolved works for short stories but not as well in novels. As a stand alone book this was kind of a let down for me; as the first in a series, not so much a let down perhaps, though I suppose the verdict's still out until I've read Hogdoggin.’ and he emailed back: ‘Thanks again for kind words on YM. Now, see, I was happy with the ending turning out like that. I think it felt exactly right for the character. It won't be a typical series. But I do plan on trying several books with these characters.’

And there you have it, Yellow Medicine.

If you don’t know him, Neil is definitely a writer worth checking out, and if you know him, then you know you won’t be disappointed with Yellow Medicine, or his follow up Hogdoggin which is next on my list of reads. Not only does he write some great crime fiction, but he’s also a very approachable guy as you can see. Don’t take my word for it, ask the dozens of writers who have had the privilege of making it into PWG, or hit Neil up on his website Crimedog One.


Ed Gorman is the author of many novels including the recently re-released FOOLS RUSH IN. You can find him blogging right here.

Night Walker, Donald Hamilton


Who was he, really, under the bandages?

When Navy Lieutenant David Young came to in a hospital bed, his face was covered with bandages and the nurses were calling him by a stranger’s name. But David’s nightmare was only beginning. Because the man they believed him to be was suspected of treason—and had driven his wife to murder.

Now David’s got to make his way through a shadow world of suspicion and deception, of dirty deals and brutal crimes, and he needs to stay one step ahead of enemies whose identity he doesn’t even know—since if he can’t, his impersonation of a dead man is about to become a lot more realistic...

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The storyline of the Night Walker was common in crime fiction from roughly the 1920s to the 1960s. What Hamilton brought to it was a new energy, a skill with standing a few of the tropes of their heads, and a surrealistic sense of nighttime much like the film version of Kiss Me Deadly. Even when it's daylight in this book it's midnight.

The other thing Hamilton did well was define, in a compelling way, the ethics or lack thereof, of the Cold War. Despite being an honorable military man, the hero is a victim of that war. Hamilton is careful to show that elements of the Cold War (from the U.S. point of view) were necessary. But being a good cynical citizen he also saw the excesses and gets them down here in dramatic fashion.

This is an exemplary chase novel, with a good deal of violence and some oddly sweet romance for leavening. Few writers were able to get the spy mentality down as believably as Hamilton and it pays off for him here in this moody page turner of a relentless Cold War noir.

The Matt Helm books were years away when Night Walker was published but Hamilton was already an old pro at depicting brutality and the dark side of governments.


Patti Abbott-PAST CARING, Robert Goddard

PAST CARING was the first of several Goddard books I've read over the years. It was nominated for a Booker Award and is reminiscent of Josephine Tey's DAUGHTER OF TIME.

All of Goddards books are mysteries, in the old-fashioned sense of the term, but each has something else going on as as well. Clearly the John Fowles influence is at play, too. There is a fantastical element at work.

Martin Radford, alienated and unemployed, travels to Madeira at the invitation of an old friend, now working on a newspaper. Luck continues to run for Radford when he is offered a job researching the inexplicable resignation of cabinet minister, Edwin Strafford. His sleuthing initiates a strange string of events which entangles him and those who believed they had eluded discovery.

Goddard is always fun to
read. He's been writing for the last twenty years and has quite a few other similar novels if you can't track down this one.

More Forgotten Books

Martin Edwards
James Reasoner
Bill Crider
Kerrie Smith
The Rap Sheet
Richard Prosch

George Kelley
Ray Foster
Charles Gramlich
Col Bury
Todd Mason
Cullen Gallagher
Scott Parker
Jeremiah Ayres

PS-I didn't post links to any blog that didn't have a post up at nine o'clock. I off to the zoo. I'll check again on my return.



Thursday, May 07, 2009

What physical atttibutes or clothing signals a villain?


Witches reading. (Well, one has a book).









Funny. Clair Dickson touched on this subject on her blog yesterday. The idea of physical traits. I had a slightly different twist on it in mind.

I was listening to BLUE HEAVEN (C.J. Box) on audiotape and a character with tasseled loafers was introduced. The alarm went off immediately. Have you ever met a tassel-loafered guy in fiction who wasn't going to be a pain in the ass at best, a killer at worst.

Other signals might include: too much perfume, a knuckle-cracker. Anyone who grooms themself too well or too little. What else? How do you know to be wary of someone in a novel? What physical attributes to you confer on the bad guys?

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

First Wednesday Book Club, May 6, 2009



THE BOOK THIEF by Markus Zusak was chosen by my book group as their April selection.
When I learned it was a YA book, I groaned.
When I learned it was about the Second World War in Germany, I groaned again.
Then I found out it was about a ten-year old girl orphaned and sent to live with a foster family. Jeez, I thought. Can't we ever read a happy book?

THE BOOK THIEF was not a happy book. But it was a highly original book-much more so than most adult novels I read. I don't even understand why someone classified it as YA. Is every book with a YA hero classified as YA? This is a book teachers might choose for teens, but I can't imagine them choosing it for themselves.

The narrator in THE BOOK THIEF is Death and he tells the story from the standpoint of someone overwhelmed with his mission during the war. Death has his hands full.

But THE BOOK THIEF is even more the story of a young girl who loses her family and is sent to live with a foster family in a small German town. She can't read at first but values books greatly and collects them in whatever way she can. Her foster father reads to her every night from the improbable books she finds or steals. The family is kind, both to her and to a Jewish man fleeing the Nazis who is hiding in their basement.

This book certainly humanizes the German people. We watch them starve, freeze and die. Certainly its portrait of Nazis is acute. But with THE READER and this book, the trend is now to understand the Germans were victims of Hitler and fascism too. Maybe it is time to think about this.

It's really hard to do that though, knowing the smell of gassed bodies was mere miles away. Still, THE BOOK THIEF is a book worth reading.

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Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Losing its Luster


Mary Gaitskill reading.





I watched the entire run of CHEERS, FRIENDS, SEINFELD, THE WIRE, THE ROCKFORD FILES, THE SOPRANOs-you know the list. Yet lately, I seem to get tired of TV shows pretty quickly. Is it that the premises are too predictable, are there too many distractions, is tv too formulaic, is it the Internet calling, or are the plots too been there, done that.

I can't figure it out. In many ways, TV is better than it ever was. A reviewer relooking at HILL STREET BLUES and comparing it to SOUTHLAND (website TV WORTH WATCHING), was amazed at how sluggish the earlier showed seemed. How full of long conversations and extraneous scenes.

For instance, MY NAME Is EARL. Loved year one-never watched it again. Maybe it wasn't good karma. LOST lost me mid year two. FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS-turned me off after two years.

I can go on with examples, but you get the idea.
What shows do you stick with? What ones did you initially like but ditch? Or maybe you don't suffer from this syndrome. What show holds up week after week?

Monday, May 04, 2009

Flash Fiction Challenge #5


Olive Oyl reading.






Hope it's been long enough since the last challenge to whet your appetite.

In the early nineties, a book was published where each story shared a single
concept: "a wedding cake in the middle of the road."

None of those stories were flash fiction, but let's see what we can do with that idea in a limited number of words.

Stories should be around 750 words, but anything under 1000 wrds is good. You can set your wedding cake on a road on Mars, in Montana, or anywhere at all. In other words, all genres are welcome.

The "wedding cake in the road" can be the main idea or a sidebar-so long as it's in there--like the gun in Plots with Guns.

Mystery Dawg will publish stories on Powder Burn Flash where no blog is available.

June seems like a good month for wedding cakes so let's shoot for June 4th.

Please don't post your story before June 4. Also let me or Gerald So or Aldo know before then. (You can always opt out if it doesn't work out).

I can see your cake in the road already!

Maybe There's Still Hope for the Elderly Bookless

Susan Sontag reading





THE SWEETNESS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PIE


By Alan Bradley (Delacorte, 384 pages, $23)

Making his fiction debut at age 70, Alan Bradley is getting lots of good press. As this is only the first in what is projected to be a six-book series, readers are sure to enjoy the delights of Bradley and his creation for some time. I'm sure rooting for him.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

First Person POV


The Sinatra family.


Quite often the voice that comes to me is a male one. I've probably written about this before but three years into this blog, I'm sure to repeat.

Does this bother readers? Do you assume that a female writer is writing about a female when she uses first person?

I had a guy in my second or third writing workshop that hated that I did this. He said, "You can walk the walk and talk the talk, but something doesn't ring right."

Do you think writers should stay with their own sex in first person narratives? Of course, the masters can pull it off, but what about the rest of us?

Friday, May 01, 2009

THE SUMMING UP, FRIDAY, MAY 1, 2009

Little Edie reading.

Thanks to today's contributors.

I'm giving some though to a week in early June where we review non-fiction. What do you think?

The entire year's worth of books is here.


Jedidiah Ayres, They Don't Dance Much, James Ross
Kerrie Smith, Watcher in the Shadows, Geoffrey Household
Michael Carlson, The Criminalist, Eugene Izzi
David Cranmer, The Big Knockover, Dashiell Hammett
Bill Crider, Blues for the Prince, Bart Spicer
Hilary Davidson, Fletch, Gregory McDonald
Martin Edwards, 29 Herriott Street, John Hilton
Cullen Gallagher, 77 Rue Paradis, Gil Brewer
Ed Gorman, Pity Him Afterward, Donald E. Westlake
Randy Johnson, True Detective, Max Allan Collins
George Kelley, Fire Lake, Jonathan Valin
Todd Mason, HAUNTINGS: Stories of the Supernatural, Henry Mazzeo
Terrie Moran, In the Name of the Father, Gerry Conlon
Kent Morgan, Shoeless Joe and Shoeless Joe Comes to Iowa, W. P. Kinsella
Scott Parker, Imzadi (Star Trek), Peter David
Richard Prosch, The Motor Boys, Overland 1906, Clarence Young
Wallace Stroby, The Long Winter, John Christopher
Kerrie Smith, Watcher in the Shadows, Geoffrey Household.



Friday's Forgotten Books, Friday, May 1, 2009


The Gish Sisters reading.







Jedidiah Ayres lives in St. Louis. His fiction can be found in the forthcoming anthologies Sex, Thugs and Rock & Roll and Surreal South '09 as well as Out of the Gutter magazine and online at Plots With Guns and Thuglit. He keeps the blog Hardboiled Wonderland.

THEY DON'T DANCE MUCH, James Ross

James Ross produced only one novel in his life, They Don’t Dance Much, 1940, but damned if he didn’t make it count. It’s tough and dirty, funny as hell and it deserves to be read.

“’Okay.” He said. ‘Pull off his shoes.’ While I was taking off his shoes Smut picked up the tongs that were standing beside the fireplace …He put the coal to Bert’s right foot, just above the toes… I wished we could think up some other way of making money.”

So says Jack, the down on his luck farmer, who takes a job from an old school mate with ambitions, and goes along for the ride, or descent. Smut Milligan has got plans for revamping his filling station into a roadhouse with dancing, gambling and hourly rate cabins out back, to attract the money falling from the pockets of hosiery mill workers outside of Corinth on the North/South Carolina border. He also has designs on an old flame, married now to a wealthy man in town. Smut brings Jack on as an employee at the roadhouse and later as a partner in something darker when the flow of money isn’t fast enough to suit his plans. And Jack lets himself be led into trespasses we wouldn’t have believed him, (ourselves), capable of, without much resistance. Then things get sticky.

Fans of Jim Thompson or Charles Willeford will recognize the world view stripped of sentimentality and find that the account of a murder at the plot’s center is still, (seventy years on), shocking and horrific as the disposal of the body is disgusting and hilarious, (this shine taste funny to you?). The book lives in the details and consequences of the actions taken and not, refreshingly so, in stopping the fiends.

I like Raymond Chandler as much as the next guy, but sometimes I wonder what things would look like now without the inescapable influence and legacy of his moralistic and sentimental trappings. They might look something like They Don’t Dance Much which Chandler himself called “a sleazy, corrupt, but completely believable story.” High praise indeed.

Beyond entertaining and provoking me, it taught me a great deal about writing – specifically all the things I do wrong. What things? You’ll have to read it, and me, yourself. I read it only last year for the first time and have gone back to it physically and psychologically countless times since. In another ten years, I imagine I’ll have it memorized.

Hilary Davidson is a New York-based writer. The author of 17 nonfiction books, she also writes crime fiction, and her stories have been published by Thuglit, Crimespree, The Rose & Thorn, and Spinetingler. Visit her online at www.hilarydavidson.com.

FLETCH by Gregory Mcdonald

If you were alive in 1985, there’s a reasonable chance you saw the movie Fletch, starring Chevy Chase as a wisecracking reporter. (Even if you weren’t alive then, there are fair odds you’ve viewed it, given the $24.5 million the film has grossed in rentals alone.) Its tagline — “Meet the only guy who changes his identity more often than his underwear” — was accompanied by a visual on the original film posters of Chase holding up fake IDs that show him in some of his various guises. The movie made heavy use of props — from fake teeth to wigs — to great comic effect.
That’s just one of the reasons that Gregory Mcdonald, author of Fletch, hated the script when he read it.
While Fletch, the film, lives on (in spite of a sequel that bombed at the box office), the novel that it was based on — and the eight books in the series that followed — have stayed in its shadow. The film was such a departure from the novel that it’s best, arguably essential, to forget about it as you tackle the first book. (To get some idea how different, keep in mind that the film studio wanted to cast Mick Jagger in the lead role.) In both, the central character is a Los Angeles reporter willing to do anything for a story, and he’s investigating a beach notorious for its supply of heroin and other drugs. The hero is on the side of the underdog, suspicious of authority figures, and always ready with a sharp quip. End of the similarities.
The genius of Fletch, the novel, is that Mcdonald has created a thoroughly untrustworthy, unlikable character that you just can’t stop reading about, or rooting for. Irwin Maurice “Fletch” Fletcher is intrepid in his pursuit of a story, but that’s his only virtue. The Fletch of the novel may sympathize with underdogs, but that doesn’t keep him from exploiting them to get his story. While the novel doesn’t give any salacious details, Fletch shares a room — and a bed — with a 15-year-old girl, a heroin addict he uses while pursuing his story. Fletch is admirably modest about the fact he won a Bronze Star in Vietnam — he hasn’t even picked up his medal — but when his lies fail to work on a source he needs, he uses his war-hero status to win him over. What’s clear in the novel is that Fletch will do anything — including shooting heroin — to get his story. As long as his newspaper story is true, nothing else matters to him.
That’s not to say that the novel isn’t comic — it is, only darkly so. Fletch doesn’t need props or disguises to change his identity; his confident lies — and a new T-shirt — carry him into a snooty country club. When he’s on the beach with the addicts, he has a different set of lies and a grungier T-shirt. When avoiding his two ex-wives, or the cops, he shape-shifts again — pretending to be lovelorn, or impersonating one of his former wives’ lawyers — before lying his way into bed with the wife of a man he’s investigating. He’s smart, he’s funny, and he’s got a wicked sense of humor (on display as he convinces both of his exes to move in with him again… on the same day, just before he leaves town).
The Fletch of the page is so thoroughly awful, he’s irresistible.
Mcdonald ended up loving the film Fletch, in spite of his early objections to the script. It’s easy to enjoy both, if you ignore the fact that they’re related. A third Fletch film — supposedly closer to Mcdonald’s vision — has been in pre-production for more than a decade. It’s called Fletch Won, and it’s based on another of Mcdonald’s novels (a pre-quel to the original Fletch). Script and casting problems have held up production. Contenders for leading men have included Brad Pitt, Will Smith, and Joshua Jackson. While we’re waiting, there’s plenty of time to crack open the Edgar-award-winning novel that started it all.

Kent Morgan took early retirement from his "real world" job in educational communications in Winnipeg, MB to freelance in sports journalism and public relations, play oldtimers hockey, and, most importantly, get his bibliomania under control. He co-writes a sports column for the Prime Times newspaper and his work has appeared in The Cooperstown Review, Deadball Stars of the American League, Senior Softball USA, Face-Off and the Winnipeg Sun. His goal is to downsize his book collection that includes mystery and sports fiction, but it continues to grow.

Forgotten Books - Shoeless Joe and Shoeless Joe Comes to Iowa - W.P. Kinsella

If Shoeless Joe qualifies as a Forgotten Book, that's because of the movie, Field of Dreams. While the movie was based on W.P. Kinsella's 1982 Houghton Mifflin Literary Fellowship Award novel, the movie title was changed to better reflect what happens if you listen to a voice telling you, "If you build it, he will come." Those words are from paragraph three of Kinsella's story. The "it" is a baseball diamond in a corn field in Iowa and "he" is Shoeless Joe Jackson, a star player who was banned from professional baseball after the 1919 Black Sox gambling scandal. The first section of the novel is a slightly reworked version of the short story, Shoeless Joe Jackson Comes to Iowa, published in a 1980 collection of the same name. That book contains nine stories including one where a doll repairman from Iowa dreams about what their lives would have been like if he had stayed with Janis Joplin after a chance encounter on a San Francisco street.

In the short story and the first chapter of the novel, Shoeless Joe appears in left field and tells narrator Ray Kinsella that the other banned Black Sox will show up to play if he completes the diamond. He does and they do and then the author takes the story in another direction when Ray hears the ball park announcer tell him to "ease his pain." He knows that voice does not mean Jackson, but reclusive author J.D. Salinger. Ray tracks down Salinger in New England and convinces him that seeing a Boston Red Sox game in Fenway Park will do just that. In the seventh inning, the stats of Moonlight Graham, who played one major league game for the New York Giants in 1905, are flashed on the scoreboard and the PA announcer speaks directly to Ray with the message "go the distance." The pair are compelled to travel to Chisholm, Minnesota where Graham became a beloved country doctor after his brief baseball career. A youthful version of Graham joins them for a trek that takes them to Metropolitan Stadium in the Twin Cities and to visit the oldest living Chicago Cub in Iowa City. They end up back on Ray's farm where the author ties the stories together in a manner that may be too syrupy for some. To best enjoy the novel, the reader should suspend belief, not question where Kinsella is taking you across the dimensions of time, and just go along for the ride.

In my mind, the story deserves to be remembered for itself and not just for its connection to the movie. Whenever I make my personal list of the best baseball novels, Shoeless Joe battles for the top spot with The Celebrant by Eric Rolfe Greenberg. Readers who have enjoyed Shoeless Joe should like The Bingo Long Travelling All-Stars and Motor Kings by William Brashler, All the Stars Came Out That Night by Kevin King and The Veracruz Blues by Mark Winegardner.

Kinsella is best known in the USA for his baseball fiction that includes the novel, The Iowa Baseball Confederacy (1986), and the short story collection, The Thrill of the Grass (1984). However, Oberon Press published two collections of short stories in Canada before Shoeless Joe Comes to Iowa. In Dance Me Outside (1977) and Scars (1978), Kinsella writes about Indians living on a reserve near Edmonton, Alberta, who are trying to survive in a white man's world. The stories filled with characters named Silas Ermineskin, Frank Fencepost and Sadie One-wound are both funny and sad. While they seem realistic to a reader such as myself, who grew up in a small northern Canadian town next to an Indian reserve, critics have disagreed with that assessment. Kinsella since has admitted that he has never set foot on the reserve where his stories are based.

Over the years, Kinsella has produced several more collections of stories about Silas, Frank and their friends and enemies. They don't always remain at home. In one collection, The Fencepost Chronicles (1986), Silas and Frank even manage to have a drink and smoke with the Queen of England in her bedroom in Buckingham Palace. Stories about baseball in Central America and Japan can be found in Japanese Baseball and other stories (2000). I encourage readers to try Kinsella's short fiction as that's where he truly shines

Ed Gorman is the author of many crime and western novels and the editor of many anthologies. You can find him here.

PITY HIM AFTERWARD by Donald E. Westlake

Pity Him Afterward

Though this is one of the rarely mentioned novels by Donald E. Westlake I have to say was flat out dazzled from beginning to end with Donald Westlake's 1964 novels PITY HIM AFTERWARD.

The story concerns an escaped madman who takes the identity of a man who is headed to a theater that does summer stock. While we see the story several times from the madman's point of view, we're never sure who he is. This is a fair clue mystery.

In quick succession, a young woman who works summer stock is found murdered in the house where the young, struggling actors stay. A part-time chief of police appears to find the killer.

Two points: writers owe their readers fresh takes on familiar tropes. The madman here is no slobbering beast but rather a deranged and sometimes pitiful lunatic (the opening three thousand words are among the most accomplished Westlake pieces I've ever read). And the police chief Eric Songard is one of the most unique cops I've come across in mystery fiction. He works nine months of the year as a professor and summers as a police chief. The small town he oversees usually offers nothing worse than drunks and the occasional fight. Murder is another matter. Westake gives us a cop whose self-confidence is so bad all he can do is try and hasten the appearance of the regular cops from a nearby district. Meanwhile he has to pretend he knows what's going on. Songard could easily have gone to series. He's a great character.

As the story is told, we get a believable look at summer stock with its low pay, brutal hours, frequent rivalries. The payoff is that some of the actors will get their Equity card at the end of the nine week run and thereby become professional actors.

Then there is the telling. The craft is impeccable. Precise and concise and yet evocative because of the images Westlake constantly gives us.. You also have to marvel at the rhythm of his language, watching how'll he'll shave an anticpated word here for a certain effect, add a word there for the sake of cadence. These sentences are CRAFTED.

There are so many great Westlake novel it's impossble to rank them. But given what he accomplished, I'd have to say this is one of his early best.


Richard Prosch
Wallace Stroby
Bill Crider
Martin Edwards
Terrie Moran
Scott Parker
George Kelley
Randy Johnson
Cullen Gallagher
David Cranmer
Ray Foster
Kerrie Smith
Todd Mason
Michael Carlson