Saturday, December 06, 2008

-Seven Myths About the US Car Industry



Robert Crais reading.
(Hat tip to Ali Karim)











(from an article in the Detroit Free Press by Mark Phelan)











1. Nobody buys their vehicles
-They sold 8.5 million cars in the US last year and many more abroad.

2. They build unreliable junk-Consumer Reports recently rated Ford's reliability on a par with good Japanese cars. Lots of other favorable data exists at J.D. Power. Both the Chevrolet Malibu and Ford Fusion scored better than the Accord or Camy.

3. They build gas guzzlers--If you leave out the Prius, gas usage is pretty similar. The Malibu gets 33 mpg, better than the Hondo Accord.

4. They already got a $25 billion bailout.--None of that money has been lent out and may not for over a year. It can only be used to invst in future vehicles and technology so doesn't solve any of the current problems.

5. The Big Three are idiots for investing in pickups and SUVs. So were the Japanese carmakers.
The most fuel-efficient full size pickups from the Big Three all have better fuel economy than Toyota and Nissan.

6. They don't build hybrids--Ford and GM now offer more hybrids than Honda or Nissan with several more to hit the market in 2009.

7. Their union workers and lazy and overpaid--Chrysler tied Toyota as most productive, a measure of the amount of work done per employee. Hourly pay tops our around $28 an hour, benefits add $14. New workers get $14. UAW wages are now comparable to Toyota.

DO WE REALLY WANT TO TURN ONE MORE MANUFACTURING INDUSTRY OVER TO EUROPE AND ASIA. WE PULLED OUT OF THE 1930s DEPRESSION PARTIALLY BECAUSE WE HAD A MANUFACTURING BASE.

Go ahead and buy that American car. You know you want to. And say yes to aid for the US Car Industry. They make jobs.

Three Female Crime Writers Dish About Noir

David Foster Wallace reading.





Christa Faust, Megan Abbott and Cathi Unsworth talk to Bookslut right here. (Hat tip to Uncle Jeff).

Friday, December 05, 2008

The Summing Up for Friday, December 5, 2008


Kaye Barley reading.
I thank all of today's contributors. I will be gone all day so forgive me if I don't get a chance to post on your blog. But I am so appreciative of your work.
The Summing Up for December 5, 2008
Trey Barker, The Church of the Dead Girls, Stephen Dobyns
Kaye Barley, "The Pierre Chambrun series" by Hugh Pentecost
Paul Bishop, Skylark Mission, Ian Macalister
Cormac Brown, Heads You Lose, Brett Haliday
David Cranmer, Border Guns, Eugene Cunningham
Bill Crider, "The Inquisitor Series," Simon Quinn
Gary Dobbs, The Shooter, Leon Claire Metz
Martin Edwards, Loving Geordie, Andrea Badenoch
Michael G. Jacobs, The Ebony Tower, John Fowles
Randy Johnson, "Three Shells," Richard S. Prather
Ali Karin, Shutter Island, Dennis Lehane
Scott D. Parker, Pure Drivel, Steve Martin
Steve Lewis, Death of a Harvard Freshman, Victoria Silver
James Reasoner, A Fighting Man of Mars, Edgar Rice Borroughs
Kieran Shea, Warlock, Jim Harrison
August West, Purple Aces, Robert J. Hogan
Kerrie Smith, Sugartown, Loren Estleman

Friday's Forgotten Books, December 5, 2008





Kerrie Smith (Mysteries in Paradise) reading.




Trey Barker --In the last fourteen years, my short fiction has been seen pretty much everywhere. I've written everything from crime to mystery, horror to science fiction, mainstream, westerns, the odd love poem or two, a play, and hundreds of non-fiction articles. My first novel, "2000 Miles to Open Road," came out a couple years ago, and you can still find my short collection ("Where The Southern Cross the Dog") and my short novel ("Veil of the Soul") if you look hard enough. I used to be a reporter and now I'm a cop, patrolling the roads for the Bureau County (IL) Sheriff's Office


THE CHURCH OF THE DEAD GIRLS, by Stephen Dobyns


There are certain literary memories that are indelible: ‘Katy and the Big Snow,’ the first book I ever checked out by myself from the Anson Jones Elementary School Library; ‘The Shining,’ which first made a restless 7th grader want to write; ‘The Grifters,’ which left a beginning writer sweetly exhausted from Thompson’s literary speed and muscle.

And THE CHURCH OF THE DEAD GIRLS which left me in absolute awe of the written word.

I had been seduced by language before, but never with so much depth. The prose was as gentle and lush as the continuous, soft waves of a lake rather than the pounding surf of the ocean.

But at the same time, it was the language's very gentleness that built to a razor's edge. I believe to this day that part of what drew me so intensely to the book was that poetic language could run in such stark contrast to the subject matter.

Dead girls.

Dead teenaged girls.

Dead and mutilated teenaged girls.

Strong stuff, indeed. Maybe Dobyns’ book is a thriller, maybe a mystery. It could be literary horror and it could be reportage in the sense that it lays open small town America. But the label doesn’t matter. Call it whatever you want. Hell, call it a high school biology teacher's call to arms, for all I care...just make sure you read this book.


There is a great line that’s been repeated in just about every review the book ever got and I’ll repeat it: “It is dreadful not to be allowed to have secrets. Years ago I happened to uncover a nest of baby moles in the backyard and I watched them writhe miserably in the sunlight. We were like that."



Ah.... It is the very air of great literary art. Breathe some and you'll be a better person for it.


Kaye Barley is a long time reader of most anything and a fairly new blogger also of most anything (http://meanderingsandmuses.blogspot.com/). She lives in the beautiful North Carolina mountains with her handsome husband of 22 years, Donald, and their faithful companion, Harley Doodle Barley - the cutest Corgi on God's green earth.

The Pierre Chambrun series by Hugh Pentecost

Hugh Pentecost. I thought I had remembered the
PERFECT forgotten books. Perfect! Couldn’t wait to squeal about an author who I haven’t heard mentioned in forever. You can imagine how my chin hit the floor as I read Lesa Holstine’s November 28th blogwhen the name Hugh Pentecost jumped off the page at me.

But, Lesa and I do tend to enjoy a lot of the same books, so perhaps not too surprising. Except this was a series which ended in 1988! How ironic is it for the two of us to want to re-read and remember these books at exactly the same time, and want to bring them to “Friday’s Forgotten Books?” It gives even more emphasis to the fact that they deserve to be remembered. Lesa did her usual excellent job inbringing these books to life and stirring some interest.

If you haven’t already read the Pierre Chambrun series, I too encourage you to try to find them and give them a try. I
think my love of and curiosity regarding all things having to do with hotels must stem from discovering Kay Thompson’s ELOISE at an early age. I find myself drawn to books which have hotels as a “character.” Especially a luxury hotel, which is a world unto itself. Upon discovering this series, I was in heaven. I continue re-reading the novels and short stories simply to lose myself in the Beaumont Hotel.

Hugh Pentecost was the pseudonym of Judson Philips (1903-1989). Philips was a founding member of the Mystery Writers of America and served as its third president, in addition to being Grand Master in 1973. Pentecost’s luxurious Beaumont Hotel is the leading character in 22 books. When asked if the Beaumont was based on the Plaza, the Ritz, or another luxury New York City hotel, Mr. Pentecost replied that although he knew these grandhotels well, none of them were as well known to him, nor as well loved, as his own Beaumont, which was as real to him as his own home.

While we don’t ever find Eloise scampering the halls of the Beaumont, there’s a host of interesting characters with their own stories and secrets to keep us entertained. At the start of the series, which was begun in 1962, we’re introduced to Pierre Chambrun who is the much admired, well loved, lord and master over the Beaumont. We’re also introduced to a cast of supporting characters – most of whom arestill employed by the hotel when the series ends in 1988. The
re are few character changes; but the changes are important to the series, and I think perhaps one of the reasons for its successful, long life. They include replacing Mr. Chambrun’s original insignificant secretary with the intriguing Ms. Ruysdale. The involvement between Chambrun and Ruysdale is developed slowly and intricately during the series until the very last line in the verylast book leaving no mistake as to the nature of their relationship.

Another important change is losing a likeable key character, Alison Barnwell, public relations manager. Alison marries and she and her husband move away from the city to open their own hotel. By replacing Alison with Mark Ha
skell, the series gains its “voice.” Its through Mark that the rest of the stories are told. The relationship between Mark and Pierre is very much like that between Nero Wolfe and Archie. A relationship which would not have been as wholly believable with a female character during this time period. One additional recurring character who remains a favorite is the elderly Mrs.Victoria Haven. Penthouse resident. One time stage star, and legendary beauty. A woman of great dignity, intelligence, mystery and humor. My favorite booksin the series are the ones which include Mrs. Haven.Into this close, closed and tight knit community fall the adventures of the richand famous, infamous, innocent or not so, scrupulous or unscrupulous, always intriguing visitors with mysteries begging to be solved.

Cormac Brown" is my pen name. I'm an up-and-slumming writer in the city of Saint Francis and I'm following in the footsteps of Hammett...minus the TB and working for the Pinkerton Agency. Some of my stories have appeared in Flashing In The Gutters and you can find my work in Powder Burn Flash as well as Six Sentences. My story "Tit-For-Tat" appeared in the premiere issue of Astonishing Adventures Magazine and I have two stories coming up in the next two issues of that magazine.

"A conscience is a luxury no private dick can afford."


Mike Shayne from HEADS YOU LOSE (page 46) Brett Halliday

Before "Hammer" became the detective name most synonymous with "Mike" and way before Horatio Caine perpendicularly sidled up to people to pelt them with bad puns and clichés, there was another Mike that had the red-headed crime fighting market cornered, Mike Shayne.

This book was given to me by a friend and "Heads You Lose" is a reprint of the 1943 story "Blood On The Black Market." This was the eighth Mike Shayne story to be printed, according to the Brett Halliday forward. So in a sense, the 1950's cover can throw a reader's expectations off, though not me, I read it with open mind in terms of wanting to soak up the era.
The history buff/dilettante in me feasted on all the details of WWII black outs, gas rationing, the old speed limits (which would've drove me out of my skull, 35 mph on Florida's highways???) and black marketeers.

Mike Shayne likes a sip of cognac...or four and he tugs his earlobe in this book, almost as many times as Carol Burnett typically did in one season. You can see Dashiell Hammett's influence on Halliday. Shayne puts the booze away like Nick and Nora did, though unlike them, he didn't have quite as many quips, bon mots, and he was lacking a dog. He made moves on one character's wife while that character was still in the room, just like Ned Beaumont. And Shayne tried to pit good and evil against each other...though he didn't manage with quite the same finesse as Ned did.

Other observations-

In this book, the Miami Dade Police Department sure has absolutely no reservations about drinking while on the job. Everybody in this book seems to have a two cigarette pack-a-day habit. Bad editing strikes again! Cointreau is not wine, mon Dieu!

My second favorite bit of dialogue is...

"You're a fool," she said drearily. "We could have had so much, but you're afraid to believe in anything. You're cursed with the need to look beneath the surface for a hidden motive. I feel sorry for you."

Shayne's laugh was sardonic. "Hidden motives are my meat," he confessed.

Kieran Shea was born and raised in New Jersey. His crime fiction has appeared in THUGLIT, PULP PUSHER, DOGMATIKA, MUZZLE FLASH, PLOTS WITH GUNS and DEMOLITION. He takes his coffee black and lives outside of Annapolis. MD.


Kieran Shea, WARLOCK, Jim Harrison

If one is new to Harrison's work, this tightly-paced tale of intrigue is a quirky and hilarious introduction to the man who, I think, defines the last shreds of American wilderness in modern fiction.

It's also sort of a crime novel.

The main character, Lundgren, is a bit of a macho buffoon--an unemployed whip-smart, non-profit professional who takes a gig serving as a debrouillard/trobleshooter for a wealthy physician. After giving himself a code name "Warlock," Lundgren takes on all comers like a freshly-minted gumshoe--whether it's doing battle with redneck logging interlopers or spying on his employer's wife and son in Key West's underbelly--Lungren is an affable hero.

The novel is also a great introduction into Harrison's passion for fine food, literature, the outdoors and assorted prurient diversions.

I gave this book away to someone and next to his novella "The Man Who Gave Up His Name," this is my favorite Harrison work.



Some more forgotten books.

Bill Crider
Randy Johnson
Martin Edwards

Paul Bishop
Scott D. Parker
Kerrie Smith
James Reasoner
David Cranmer
Michael G. Jacobs
Steve Lewis
August West
Gary Dobbs

Ali Karim

Thursday, December 04, 2008

The Academic Dinner Party


Bill Crider reading.






I have been to hundreds of academic dinner parties over the last forty years. Last Saturday's was one of the best.

There was a woman from Poland, who investigates discrimination against gays and blacks in the US and Poland. There was a woman from Germany, who was an artist in metalwork. There was a woman from The Netherlands who was an expert on Sylvia Plath and Elizabeth Bowen. There was a woman from Romania who was a poet, a novelist and an expert in Comparative Literature. There was a French Canadian woman who was teaching a class about the evolution of rumors, especially those about Kwame Kilpatrick. There was a man from Italy who was an expert on Dante. There was a native Detroiter who writes books about horror films. My husband writes about the political theory. And me, well, you know.

But it didn't matter what anyone studied because the whole evening was spent talking about nicknames. We all realized finally that the use of nicknames was on the decline across cultures. The most interesting examples came from Italian culture where a family of men, all named Joe, each had a nickname that completely differentiated them from the rest. Big Joe, Alley Joe, Nine Fingers Joe and so on.

Do you or did you ever have a nickname? Do your children? Are nicknames dying out in your neck of the woods too?

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

A MEME

Woman reading by Mary Cassatt.



I've been memed by Brian Lindenmuth and here's the challenge. List the writers you've read that were new to you this year. Bold the ones that were debut authors in 2008. Tag some people.

I'm interpreting "new to you" to mean the first book by that author I've read, not someone I'd never heard of. I hope that's right. There were lots of other good books this year but all from authors I've read before.

No Time for Goodbye, Linwood Barclay
The Paperboy, Pete Dexter
Brick Lane, Monica Ali
The Bottoms, Joe Lansdale
Robbie's Wife, Russell Hill
Shattered, Richard Neely
Dust Devils, James Reasoner
Four Corners of the Night, Craig Holden
I Am Legend, Richard Matheson
Out Stealing Horses, Ped Pedderson
Dawn Patrol, Don Winslow
Loving Frank, Nancy Horan
Small Crimes, Dave Zeltserman
House of Happy Endings, Leslie Garis
Go With Me, Castle Freeman

Please forgive me for tagging but it's part of the game. So I tag: Sandra Ruttan, David Cranmer and Patrick Shaun Bagley. If they want to play, that is.

And anyone who wants to list a few of their 2008 discoveries on here, I'd be glad to hear some names because I'm Christmas shopping at Educators at Borders this week.

The Keeping of Books

Kevin Abbott reading










The back page of the NYTBR had a piece this week on the problem of keeping books.

How do you decide what to keep and what to discard, especially in the era of Internet? Why keep what is on the Internet for the asking?

It's a constant concern of ours, wondering if the floors and walls of a 90 year old house can take such abuse. My husband has many thousands of scholarly books that he probably will never open again. And I, well I have my stuff. Like the poetry collection I accumulated when I thought I might write poetry. Or the quilting books from when I took that up. Or the ones on jazz, cookbooks, criticism, artbooks. And the fiction. Mostly the fiction.


I have the proverbial TBR pile, which threatens to bring down our bedroom and several other storage areas. The largest category I keep are the books I love, but will probably never read again. At 35, I could tell myself I would reread Richard Ford, Russell Banks, Josephine Tey, Margaret Millar.

Do I hang on to a tattered copy of The Scarlet Letter from high school? The travel books from the places we've been? Do I define myself by the books I own?

How do you determine what to keep and what to pass on to the used book sale ? Do you have inviolate collections that you would never part with, a second group that might need weeding, a third group that you just feel no affinity for and would toss in a second should the energy arrive?

Or do you just keep buying without much thought to any of this. Ah, youth.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I Am So Disappointed!


David Cranmer reading.




Synecdoce, New York is a movie I expected to like. Philip Seymour Hoffman brings something special to every role and playing a barely functional person is his specialty.

I like other work by director-writer, Charlie Kauffman, especially Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

I liked the actresses in it, nice to see such an array of talent, although most of them were forced to look middle-aged for most of the film. Why?

There wasn't an interior or exterior shot that wasn't dreary. I didn't care for the score.

It was such a pretentious mope-fest of a movie that I got almost nothing out of it. It was the sort of movie that, at some point, makes me so angry that I am henceforth impervious to anything good that may come.

Truthfully if we hadn't been at a theater with friends, I would have walked out. The script seemed determined to find nothing but misery in the world, yet to what end. I don't mind depressing movies if I can believe in it, if it feels real. This movie was about movies-- not about life. So its angst seemed feigned, pretend. Enough.

What was the last movie that really disappointed you. What movie were you sure you'd like --then didn't?

Monday, December 01, 2008

Nice news


for the Abbott family. Die a Little, published in the UK this fall, has been chosen one of The Times Christmas Books of 2008 by Marcel Berlins (hat tip to Ali). And her story "Cheers" (Storyglossia) has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Forgive the Mother love here.

MTM: Ann Arbor, MI-Aunt Agatha's Bookstore







I've mentioned Aunt Agatha's before in passing. But I thought such a wonderful shop deserved a more fulsome discussion today. Aunt Agatha's is southeast Michigan's only mystery bookstore. And if you're only allowed one, having that one run by Jamie and Robin Agnew is about the most you can hope for.

Located in the Kerrytown section of Ann Arbor, it's a place to wile away hours looking at both used and new books. You can also join their bookgroup or find authors there reading and signing their books. Robin Agnew, on her way to New York for her first gallery show (watercolors) answered a few questions for me.

How and when did Aunt Agatha's begin?
1992. Jamie was working at Borders at the time and wasn't totally happy there. They had just been bought by K-Mart (that turned out to be temporary) and we were young enough at the time that it sounded like a good idea.

Was it always a dream of yours to have a bookstore and mystery one at that?
Not really! But I have been an avid mystery reader since grade school, starting like so many others with Nancy Drew. Jamie really wasn't a mystery reader when we opened, so he started reading his way through the alphabet. His first favorite writers were Marjory Allingham and James Lee Burke. Now I think he would call himself a fan.

Is Ann Arbor a better city than most right now for readers?
It's a great reader's town, and we're happy we sell used books.

Who was the first writer that did a reading at Aunt Agatha's? Is having a relationship with so many writers an unexpected plus?
The first writers we had in was James Melville, who was completely charming. He had signed books in Kalamazoo at Jim Huang's store and Jim brought him over. He kissed my hand in a very courtly fashion, and every other writer since has had a lot to live up to! And definitely meeting so many writers is a complete bonus, maybe almost my favorite thing about the store.

Has the Internet changed business?
Yes, as I think many younger people go to Amazon automatically. There are even tenants upstairs who order books from Amazon! The last time we took in a package I told the woman I refused to sign for packages from Amazon any longer. On the plus side, there are things like blogs and having our own website has been a plus.

What don't people know about selling books or running a bookstore?
It's not easy! People think all we do is sit and read but that's not really the case. Imagine, just on one level, having a house where anyone was free to walk in, look at whatever they wanted, sometimes making a mess without buying a thing. It takes a lot of thinking and planning to get people in the door. Events are a giant help, and all of the connections you need take time to grow. I still feel like we are just getting started, 16 years into it.

Robin can be found every Saturday at the blog, Hey, There's a Dead Guy in My Living Room and both Robin and Jamie can be found at Aunt Agatha's if you're in Ann Arbor. You will more than likely find someone there to talk crime fiction with too.

CHECK OUT TRAVIS' MTM BLOGGERS.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

How Do We Feel About Biopics?


Ali Karim reading.

We saw MILK last week and I loved it. Thought Sean Penn did an incredible job of bringing the sweetness and earnestness that was Harvey Milk alive. All the supporting roles were filled well, especially the amazing Josh Brolin as Dan White.
They did a great job of integrating newsreels with new footage. I laughed; I cried.

You can imagine my dismay when neither my husband nor daughter much liked the film. Their principle complaint was that it was a typical biopic that refused to see the subject in anything but black and white. That the film ticked off the events of his last years in a dull fashion. That only the scenes with Dan White skulking around excited them.

So tell me what biopics have done a good job. I think MILK did. What others come to mind?

Grandfathers

Grandfather Phil reading.

I just read Henry Louis Gates' remembrance of his grandfather in the New Yorker and it got me thinking about mine. My paternal grandparents were both dead when I came on the scene since my father was the third youngest in a family with nineteen kids.

But my maternal grandfather was around for my first 12 years, dying of a massive heart attack on the way home from seeing Please Don't Eat the Daisies at the Keswick movie theater in Glenside, PA. He crashed his car into their apartment building. I was watching a rerun of Twilight Zone when we got the news on a hot July night-- the episode where Burgess Meredith loses his glasses. When the phone rang, I knew it was bad news.

I adored my grandfather. He listened to me when no one else did. We had long talks every Saturday while my brother was in the doctor's office getting allergy shots. He gave me my first record player along with my first album, Gigi. He and my grandmother took me to my first movie, Daddy Longlegs. He taught me how to pump a swing.

My grandfather ate a small dish of canned petite soeur peas every night with his dinner. He always sat on the floor if he had a choice. He was an architect, but I dreamily convinced myself that he would have preferred to be a drummer, which he was until he married my grandmother. He collected four-leaf clover and stamps. He was an architect on the Cathedral of Learning building in Pittsburgh. He wore Bermuda shorts and sandals whenever he could.

What do you remember about your grandfather(s)? And if they're still alive, what will you remember?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Aging Writer

Unknown man reading.


There's an interesting article in the AARP Magazine about writing. John Updike looks at the positive and negative aspects of being an elderly writer. You can find it right here if you're lucky enough not to be over fifty and don't receive receive the publication.

One of the negative issues of aging has just begun to hit me. The occasional inability to come up with a word I want to use. The other day, it took me several minutes to come up with the word alibi. Scary, huh? That's a pretty basic word that must have been in my vocabulary for almost my entire life.

Unlike Updike though, I don't have much desire to write stories about senility or death. If I remember correctly, Updike's first novel was about the elderly, THE POORHOUSE FAIR, so perhaps this has always been a particular concern of his. No, I don't want to write about the kind of death that comes with old age. I look at these issues on a daily basis with my parents and come to the PC to think about other things.

I know it's not easy to be a young writer today. But the hardest thing to be is old in years but young in experience or credentials. Do you shy away from reading books about older people? When was the last time you wrote about one?

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Summing Up, Friday, November 28, 2008


Naomi Hirahara reading.











If you are reading this and would like to write a review of a forgotten book sometime soon, please contact me. I try to come up with a few new names every week, but I may have missed yours. Or I may have tried to contact you and failed. It would be very nice if you got in touch with me.

Be sure to check out Paul Bishop who I unintentionally omitted today.

Forgotten Books for Friday, November 28, 2008


Paul Bishop, Casca-The Eternal Mercenary, Barry Sadler
Robin Burcell, "The Death In" books by M.M. Kaye
David Cranmer, The Big Westerner: A Max Brand Biography, Robert Easton
Bill Crider, Hardman#1 Atlanta Deathwatch, Ralph Dennis
Chris, Garfield at Large, Jim Davis
Gary Dobbs, Get Carter, Ted Lewis
Martin Edwards, The Girl Who Loved Crippen, Ursula Bloom
Charles Gramlich, The Secret of the Martian Moons, Donald A. Wolheim
Lesa Holstine, Pierre Chambrun series by Hugh Pentecost
Ali Karim, Salem's Lot, (The Illustrated Version) Stephen King
Dana Kaye, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
Chris Knopf, The Grifters, Jim Thompson
Terrie F. Moran, My Antonia, Willa Cather
Edward Pettit, The Quaker City or The Monks of Monks Hall, George Lippard
James Reasoner, To Tame a Land, Louis L'Amour
Kerrie Smith, The Council of Justice, Edgar Wallace
Barrie Summy, The Nero Wolfe books, Rex Stout

Friday's Forgotten Books, November 28, 2008


Christa Faust in a bed of books.




Robin Burcell, an FBO-trainsed forsensic artist is the author of the Anthony Award winning SFPD Homicide Inspector, Kate Gillespie novels, which include Every Move She Makes and Cold Case. Her upcoming novel Face of a Killer debuts this month.
,e of -trained forensic artist, has worked in law enforcement for
The DEATH IN...books by M.M. Kaye. DEATH IN CYPRUS,

DEATH IN KENYA, etc., etc.  I love this series, and
I think it may very well have been the
beginning of my love of mysteries.( Agatha Christie fans
who have not yet read Kaye's series may very well find
a hidden gem.) Though but a handful of books in the series,
each story takes a trip to a far away land, bringing intrigue
into exotic settings. Kaye's characters are excellent,
no cardboards here. (But then she is a master, having
penned the wonderful historicals of SHADOW OF THE MOON
and THE FAR PAVILLIONS. Unfortuntately, the ultra
success of
the latter two novels, IMHO, have caused her excellent mystery
series to be overlooked. Lucky for any new readers, the books have been
reprinted within the last five years, so are relatively easy to find.




Dana Kaye is a freelance writer and book critic based in Chicago. Her work has
appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times, Time Out Chicago, Crimespree Magazine,
Curve Magazine, Windy City Times and others. Her short story, “Running Back”
is featured in a new anthology, SIN.
For reviews, writing advice and other musings, check out her blog: http://www.danakaye.com/


THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER, Stephen Chbosky
Published by MTV Books/Pocket Books
February, 1999


When asked to review a forgotten book, I immediately thought back to high school.
And if there was one book that completely defined my high school experience
(and many people’s high school experiences) it’d be PERKS. Told through letters to
a nameless recipient, Charlie’s story is both humorous and heartbreaking, universal
and unique. He’s a smart kid with minimal social skills, who, in high school, finally
finds a small group of friends, ones that listen to punk music and attend The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
As Charlie goes on first dates, smokes first cigarettes, learns secrets about his family and secrets
about his friends, he documents everything in the letters. Chbosky’s writing is honest, unapologetic,
and is perhaps the most truthful look at the most traumatic and influential time in a kid’s life:
Freshman Year.



Edward Pettit is a freelance book reviewer whose reviews have appeared in publications such as The Philadelphia Inquirer, the Chicago Tribune and the Philadelphia City Paper. He had written extensively on George Lippard and Edgar Allan Poe, instigating the so-called Poe Wars. Find him at http://omnigatherum.com/

THE QUAKER CITY, or the Monks of Monk Hall by George Lippard.

In the Fall of 1844, a young Philadelphia journalist, George Lippard, began a weekly serial
in the one of the city's newspapers. The story, entitled The Quaker City; or, the Monks of Monk Hall, was such a hit that when published became the best-selling novel in America until until Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin.

The Quaker City is a chaotic novel, set in Philadelphia in 1842. It's sprawling,
sensationalistic plot hinges on the evil denizens of a secret club, The Monks of Monk Hall,
who gather every night in a decrepit mansion in the Southwark section of the city.
But inside the walls of this house lurk all the horrors of the modern age. Vice and crime, rape and murder are perpetrated on a nightly basis. Monk Hall contains a tower and has three levels
below its ground floor, including a crypt, and, deepest of all, a dark pit, into which bodies
fall through trap doors, never to be seen again. Lippard takes all of the conventions of the
gothic novel, all of them— a decaying castle/mansion chock full of secret, labyrinthine passages,
trap doors and underground pits for prisoners, cackling torturers, sorcerers, innocent damsels
about to be ravished, evil "monks"— but doesn't give them the usual medieval setting for a gothic novel. Instead, he drops them right down in the midst of an urban Philadelphia in 1842.
Characters not only plot murder and are, in turn, murdered, but even the living walk
around with death-like visages, pallid lips, vacant stares, driven mad by the madness
that spirals around them. Philadelphia is a city of night, under a sky of doom.
Lippard writes about “Death-Angels, sent forth to dip their raven wings in blood.”
And then there is Devil-Bug, the monstrous porter of Monk Hall, a huge, misshapen,
troll-like man, who guards the door and the secrets of the club. Lippard paints him as a
vivid grotesque creation of "Satanic majesty" with a Quasimodo-like face, prodigious strength and wicked cunning. No one fools Devil-Bug and few survive his wrath.

The central plot of the novel concerns the rape of a young society girl, Mary, by a rich ne'er do well of the city, Gustavus Lorrimer. Lippard based this story on a sensational murder that had electrified the city just a year before, in 1843. Mahlon Heberton, a young man from a wealthy family in Philadelphia, had seduced (the 19th century euphemism for rape) another young girl of a reputable family, Sarah Mercer. When Sarah's brother, Singleton, found out, he hunted Mahlon down, finally catching him on a ferry escaping to Camden. Mercer fired four shots
at Heberton; the first probably killed him. The trial of Singleton Mercer made news across the country; it was a blockbuster media event of its time. And most surprising is that Mercer was acquitted of all charges. Such was the heinousness of Heberton's crime against Sarah, the jury found Mercer justified in taking action.

Lippard changes the names of the protagonists in his novel, but the bare bones of the story
are the same and his audience recognized the players in The Quaker City. However, Lippard
hasn't created a simple story of good guys and bad guys dueling over a pretty damsel in distress. His heroine continues to love her seducer, even after she has been disgraced and scorned by him. The brother in the novel is complicit in his own sister's seduction (although he doesn't know her identity at first) and has himself

The Quaker City was well-read, but also sorely criticized as lascivious, lurid entertainment,
the pornography of its day. And truth be told, Lippard never misses an opportunity to describe
a naked, heaving, snowy bosom, the more plump the better. According to one critic in 1849,
Lippard was either a "constellated lamp of learning" or a "brilliant satellite of sin." Lippard saw himself as the a firebrand, exposing corruption of all stripes, was branded the corrupting influence.

At the center of The Quaker City, Devil-Bug, who has been beset for years by hallucinations
of his murder victims, has a dream-vision, a waking-dream of the apocalypse. He envisions the city of Philadelphia in the far-off, future year of 1950, in which he stands in the ruins Independence Hall. A monstrous royal palace is rising next to it. The greed, corruption and vice have slowly created a Sodom of Philadelphia. A fleet of coffins come floating down the Delaware River, the corpses rising in them to point their accusing fingers at the city before clashing together in a thunderous naval bone-battle. The earth trembles, blood flows in the streets, the dead rise from their graves and all is lost.

Crime and zombies? You can’t beat that.

More forgotten books:

Terrie F. Moran
Charles Gramlich
Chris
Kerrie Smith
Bill Crider
Martin Edwards
Paul Bishop

James Reasoner
David Cranmer
Gary Dobbs
Lesa Holstine
Barrie Summy
Ali Karim
Chris Knopf

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!


Happy Thanksgiving!

I am thankful for all of you among other things.

P.S. Let me know if you have a forgotten book for tomorrow. With the holiday, I'm not sure. Thanks.

PPS. Oh, and send me your picture. I'm running low.I want every one of you up here.

PPPS. And I am thankful for my husband who sees me in here and doesn't say a word.


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

TOWER, Ken Bruen and Reed Coleman

Check out Busted Flush Press' blog for a teaser about TOWER, a joint effort from Ken Bruen and Reed Farrel Coleman due out next year.
http://bustedflushpress.blogspot.com/

EYES WITHOUT A FACE


Spencer reading Spencer (with the help of Daddy Quertermous).







EYES WITHOUT A FACE


I saw this movie for the first time this week. A couple of observations. The first and last scenes are brilliant, eerily setting the tone and then bringing it full circle. The pace was strangely slow--people even moved slowly. It was almost reminiscent of zombie movies. There was an ethereal quality-was it the lighting? Sometimes it looked sharp and other times so fuzzy. The barking dogs, the foggy night, the sycophantic nurse, the basement operating room, the balletic but disfigured daughter, the caged birds and dogs all were used to great effect. I think I'm going to like this movie even more tomorrow. A banal final thought: the disfigured girl wearing her mask looked so much like Mia Farrow.

What are the scariest movies for you? I'd pick THE EXORCIST and THE BIRDS.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Greatest TV Romance Ever?


Brian Lindenmuth and Sandra Ruttan reading.




There have been many TV romances over the last fifty-odd years. Most of the great ones have been more about loggerheads and lust than love. Witness Sam and Diane (Cheers), Maddy and Dave (Moonlighting), Laura Holt and Remington Steele, Buffy and Angel, Ross and Rachel (Friends).

Three of my favorites
are: Lorelai Gilmore and Luke Danes on Gilmore Girls, Monica Geller and Chandler Bing on Friends, and the most touching for me, Pam and Jim on The Office. (Or Dawn and Tim in the British version).

Pam and Jim remind me of Popeye and Olive Oil, and I say that in the most delighted way. Pam even stands like Olive when she looks up at Jim. (I'm sure this observation must have been made before). And certainly her onetime boyfriend, Roy, is a Bluto if ever there was one.

When something comes between Pam and Jim, it is always the intercession of fate. They seem incapable of anything other than the most charitable and loving behavior toward each other. Maybe it's too sweet for some of you, but for me, it's the essence of romance, if even the high school version.

Are there any other romances this captivating?


Sunday, November 23, 2008

My Town Monday, Kathe Koja, Detroit Writer


KATHE KOJA: DETROIT WRITER
I was in a business center in a hotel in
Baltimore last month and Kathe Koja was on the screen next to me. Yes, on the screen. Someone was checking her out. Or her website, that is.

It was on
e of those eerie moments but served to remind me of Kathe, who'd been in my writing group five years before. She's one of those amazing people who knock you out with her fluid mind, cogent insights, verve, generosity.

So here's Kathe Koja for My Town Monday. She's a Detroit girl who made good, yet stayed. Kathe is the author of six adult novels and five YAs, with a sixth on the way. The adult novels came first and might be classified as horror, but they are literary horror. The YA books are literary too. She can pull it off.

Kathe was kind
enough to answer a few questions.
How has living in Detroit influenced or informed your writing?

Insofar as I'm a lifelong Detroiter, the city has shaped both my visual
sense and my taste for the authentic, if that doesn't sound too pretentious.
This is the no-bullshit city nonpareil, and
I think a certain impatience with s
urfaces
is the birthright of citizens of the D.
Also, here we learn to earn our happy endings,
and enjoy working for what we get.


As a writer of both adult and young adult
novels, how does
the process differ? I would imagine
that YA novels are more inhibiting, not so much
as to what you
can't do as a writer, but
in what you might feel obligated to do, in other
words,
write about specific issues more than in adult books.
Am I wrong in
this assumption? Do you ever feel burdened by this obligation?

I take myself wherever I go - whether it's YA or adult fiction, or
non-fiction (or letters to the editor, blog posts, anonymous comments
in the ladies' room at Cass Café, etc), so the voice is always the same.
Whether it's a YA or adult novel, I write only about what interests me
(animals, t
heatre, art, passionate relationships of all kinds), so there's no
pressure or sense of having to pick something specifically
"topical" or youth-oriented or whatever.

I've never had my YA work negatively vetted by an editor,
as far as what I can't say, can't write about, and so on,
so that's a non-issue too; though,sadly, I have had a
few run-ins with schools, driven by parents
who don't always read the books they complain about.(One nervous soul
got mad at BUDDHA BOY over something she'd read in an Amazon review.
A good review!)Teachers need administrative support behind them not
to get browbeaten, or worse, by the parents, some of whom seem
never to have heard the way kids actually talk, or perhaps
hold a book to a standard different from movies,
say, or games, or music, all of which their kids
consume freely. Or maybe they don't.

Fr
om my side of the fence, my responsibility
is to the fiction itself, doing
the best I can every time out of the gate.
The only constraint - and it's
self-imposed - is to remember that the
world breaks all our hearts, sooner or later,
but that news can be delivered with
varying degrees of hope and of force.

I would guess the average YA reader feels more of a bond with their
favorite
writers than the average adult reader. Do YA writers feel this
bond too?


What I mentioned above, of delivering the news in a different way
depending on the reader, is the major manifestation of my side
of that bond. I do not want to inadvertantly hurt my

younger readers. The grown-ups I figure can look out for themselves.

Is it difficult to tap into the voice of an adolescent,
especially as yo
u're getting further from that age yourself?
I tried to write a YA novel a few
years ago, and found I veered
from too mature to too childish?
Do you have a reader of that age
to help
you avoid this or do you learn it over time?

Nope, although I like to have my slang vetted (and try to keep brand names
to an absolute minimum; mostly I just make 'em up, to sound real without
being real, ie, undatable). The voice is my own voice. The first YA I
wrote, the story "Stray Dog" that became the novel straydog, was told in
voice of 14-year-old, really pissed off, animal-loving Rachel, and I knew
that girl the way I know the inside of my own head. All the subsequent ones,
the same.


What¹s next for Kathe Koja?

On the YA side of the street, HEADLONG is just out, and has gotten some
pretty good reviews (a star from PW), so I'm grateful and
pleased. The Monday this appears, I'll be at the
NCTE conference in San Antonio, talking
about writing edgy fiction for young people, and where
all the lines are drawn (or aren't). And the next YA
will be called FLOOR CANDY, about a girl,
a boy, and one very glam summer. I was a HUGE
David Bowie fan as a teenager(still am) and this book will draw from those
very happy memories.

On the adult side, I'm working on Part 2 of the puppet book - part one is
"Under the Poppy," part two is "The Garden Path" - cribbing from my own
blog, I'll note that this book is about "an orphaned brother and sister,
Istvan and Decca, and their childhood friend, Rupert, set in a Victorian-era
brothel called Under the Poppy. The brothel is owned by Decca, who¹s in love
with co-owner Rupert, who¹s in love with Istvan, who comes to town, louche
puppet troupe in tow." "The Garden Path" continues a few years after the
Poppy ends, following Istvan and Rupert into the big city, and modernity,
and some very old avenues of pleasure and danger. And the puppets are still
there, mimicking, facilitating, and commenting on the human life surrounding
them. So I'm happily toiling in puppet-world for the foreseeable future.
and thinking of some extracurricular 3D adventures in puppetry. Plus we
have to make another trailer, for Part 2....

Kathe's books

For Adults
THE CIPHER
BAD BRAINS
SKIN
STRANGE ANGELS
KINK
EXTREMITIES
Forthcoming: UNDER THE POPPIES and THE GARDEN PATH

For Kids
STRAYDOG
BUDDHA BOY
THE BLUE MIRROR
TALK
HEADLONG
FORTHCOMING, FLOOR CANDY

Take a look at Kathe Koja's site and book trailer for Under the Poppy as well as
the one above. It's the coolest book trailer I've seen.

Many of Kathe's fabulous covers were done by her husband,
Rick Lieder, another Detroiter
. Check him out too.

Check out Travis' other My Town Monday posts.