Friday, April 16, 2010

THE SUMMING UP, Friday, April 16, 2010
















THE SUMMING UP, Friday, April 16, 2010

Anonymous 9, The Pawnbroker
Paul Bishop, The Big Tour, Robert Upton
Les Blatt, Death of a Peer, Ngaoi March
Bill Crider, Stoner#3 All That Glitters, Ralph H. Hayes
Martin Edwards, The Rasp, Philip MacDonald
Ed Gorman, The Stories of Ray Bradbury
Jerry House, Tarzan and the Silver Globe, Barton Werper
Randy Johnson, The Case of the Chinese Boxes, Marele Day
George Kelley, The Big Gold Dream, Chester Himes
Rob Kitchin, Firing Offense, George Pelecanos
B.V. Lawson, Five Passengers from Lisbon, Mignon Eberhart
Evan Lewis, Red Ryder, Fred Harman
Steve Lewis, Death at Her Elbow, Donald Clough Cameron
Brian Lindenmuth, My Brother's Gun, Ray Lorgia, tr. Kristina Cordero
Todd Mason, Seriously Funny, Gerald Nachman
Scott Parker, Doc Savage 2: The Land of Terror
James Reasoner, No Wings on a Cop, Cleve F. Adams (& Robert Leslie Bellem)
Rick Robinson, Curio, Richard Marsh
Kieran Shea, The Graham Kerr Cookbook
Kerrie Smith, Deep Pocket, Michael Kenyon

Forgotten Books, Friday, April 16, 2010


Don't forget-Two weeks from today, forgotten story collections-single or multiple authors.

Also, for the writers out there, Chad Rorhbacher is running a flash fiction contest with the book THE DEPUTY by Victor Gishler as prize. Stop by and have a look.

Some of the reviews may appear later today.






Anonymous 9 is the author of stories to be found on zines across the Internet.
Currently she is nominated for a Spinetingler Award for one of them.

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The Pawnbroker by Edward Lewis Wallant

My favorite new writer is old and dead. He’s new to me, forgotten by others. But he deserves to be remembered, and his masterwork, The Pawnbroker, is immortal.

The Pawnbroker was published in 1961, and my first introduction was a scuffed, mildewed copy, purchased for $1.89 used, on Amazon. The novel is commonly described as the story of a Harlem pawnbroker, Sol Nazerman, who saw his wife and family

destroyed in a concentration camp. Now a successful Harlem-based pawnbroker, Nazerman is plagued with flashbacks and symptoms similar to what is now called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The Pawnbroker is a lightening-bright portrait of a man who has lost his faith in humanity. At this level, the novel qualifies as hardboiled. Wallant’s elegant prose elevates the story to high literary quality, so you could never call this pulp fiction, but the hardboiled quality is the best there is. Revelations of human nature are almost painful to read; stripped of romance,
sentimentality and lurid tittilation. It’s almost enough to turn the reader away, but the beauty of the words carries you along to a transformative ending. Here’s a short excerpt of Wallant’s beautiful prose:

He looked up from the phone to see Ortiz studying the engraved plaque under Daniel Webster’s bust. The store was dim even with the lights on, so the quality of light was at fault, not the intensity. Outside, the evening sun made the street shimmer in a golden bath through which the passers-by moved like dark swimmers in no hurry to get anywhere. He breathed, with his assistant, the unimaginable odors of sweat and pride and weepiing; and it was indefinable yet powerful atmosphere, which gave them an intimacy neither desired.

Edward Lewis Wallant died at age 36, the year after The Pawnbroker was published. It was made into a movie starring Rod Steiger, directed by Sydney Lumet, and Steiger won a Best Actor Oscar for the role. When Wallant died, America lost, not just a great writer, but possibly its greatest writer and observer of humanity. He has been compared to writing legends Saul Bellow and Philip Roth. My opinion is, with no disrespect intended, that they should be so lucky.

Ed Gorman is the author of TICKET TO RIDE, and the forthcoming anthology BY HOOK OR BY CROOK. You can find him here.

The Stories of Ray Bradbury


For many writers my age, and I mean writers of all kinds, Ray Bradbury was responsible for our first encounter with stories as rich with language as they were the telling itself. The Martian Chronicles and The Illustrated Man became high school staples throughout the country. Fahrenheit 451 and Something Wicked This Ways Comes became novels accessible and appreciated by young readers of every taste. He became sui generis for high school English departments looking for a good writer students would enjoy reading.

To celebrate Bradbury's long and imposing career Knopf has published The Stories of Ray Bradbury in its Everyman's Library series. Essentially the books gathers stories from each of Bradbury's various collections over the years. Thus we have some of his finest stories ever gathered from his first collection Dark Carnival as a starting point and follow him through the stylist changes he made over the years.

As much as I like Bradbury--I still have Martin Chronicles and Illustrated Man on my the shelf next to my desk--when A Medicine for Melancholy appeared I saw the first tonal and stylistic changes immediately. So did my friend Doug Humble. I still remember the gist of our conversation after we'd both finished the book. We didn't much care for these new stories. They seemed self-conscious--written. Say what you will about his pulp days, the graceful writing, the striking Thomas Wolfeian images, came natural and supported the tale at hand. But these stories...

I didn't give up on Bradbury. As this collection demonstrates he remained a fine storyteller his entire career. There are pieces here from the eighties that are just as dazzling as many of his tales from the fifties. But it's always seemed to me that he decided that he was a poet and that that interfered with his natural process. To me too much of his poetry is posy.

There's an introduction by Christopher Buckley that offers no new information or insight so we are left with the book itself. And not only is it beautifully made but just about every story here honors the Bradbury legend. In a very real sense he's been a key writer to writers and readers of at least three generations and this collection is the ultimate tribute.

One more thing: I wish people, Bradbury included, would stop saying he's not a very good novelist. Anybody who wrote Death is A Lonely Business and A Graveyard For Lunatics after a three-decade career as a fantastist is a FIRST-RATE novelist. And a major contributor to the noir canon as well. Don't forget one of his favorite writers has always been Cornell Woolrich.

Thanks for a lifetime of great reading, Ray.

Jerry House lives in Southern Maryland. He can be reached at house_jerry@hotmail.com

TARZAN AND THE SILVER GLOBE by "Barton Werper
"

The pseudonymous Barton Werper produced five unauthorized Tarzan novels in 1964-5, all of which were published by a small and short-lived Connecticut paperback house; TARZAN AND THE SILVER GLOBE was the first of these trainwrecks. Luckily for those with discerning literary tastes, the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate sued and publication stopped, with unsold copies being pulped. (An interesting paradox here: small prints runs and remaining copies destroyed, yet, when I checked the internet, it seems everybody and his/her brother [with the exception of Patti] has at least one copy of the five books.)

As for TATSG, Tarzan returns to everybody's favorite lost city, Opar, to pick up some more of the gold that had been stashed in a secret cave. Lurking above the jungle is the silver globe, which is a spaceshp from Venus making one its periodical trips to earth obstensibly to pick up specimens for a Venusian zoo. The ship is captained by Glamo (who has a prehensile tail) who actually came back to get Marda (his mate--no tail), who had been accidently left behind two or three hundred years before. And so we learn that Venusians are long-lived and extremely forgetful. We also learn that Marda is La, bloodthirsy ruler of Opar and frequent luster after Tarzan.

Crewing the ship are the Followers, octopoid creatures who communicate with each other by noxious smells. The Followers like to eat raw, fresh meat so some sacrifices have to be made. One such sacrifice would be Jane, to Glamo's regret because Jane's beauty has got Glamo's tail a-twitchin'. Jane was captured while she was out with the great apes. Pretty soon, we have Waziri warriors, great apes, elephants, rhinos, boars, and many other types of African fauna descending on Opar in search of Jane and Tarzan...Oh. Tarzan. Well, he was trapped by a cave-in. And attacked by a Follower. And trapped in the silver globe. And...you know the routine.

By the way, the Followers are indestructable. Their brains are located on the end of each of their deadly eight tentacles. They can only be hurt by gold, which is a pretty rare commodity on Venus. Venus does not seem to have grasped the truth in advertising concept, because the Followers are not indestructable: Tarzan makes quick work of the one he fights. (They are indestructable on Venus, though, where there is little gold and no Tarzan.)

From here on in, things get confusing.

The plot doesn't make much sense. The characters are paper-thin. The writing is haphazard. The racism is overt. All of these also have been criticisms of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Burroughs, however, was able to propel a story along. Werper drags this story through the jungle and the mud and the prickly bushes, where it gets ravaged by insects and eaten by snakes, leaving vital parts of it behind as he goes.

"Barton Werper" was a pen name for Peter T. and Peg O'Neill Scott. Evidently Peter Scott wrote this one and the second, fourth and fifth books in the series, whle Peg Scott wrote the third. Peg Scott also wrote the paperback sleaze collection Martian Sexpot as "Scott O'Neill", which was not very sleazy and contained many of the finest traits that Barton Werper exemplified.

The name "Barton Werper", by the way, was taken from a character in one of Burroughs' Tarzan novels. I'm sure someone much more obsessive than I can tell you which one.

Recommended if you have little taste, want to know what is at the bottom of the barrel, or feel you need to endure a painful rite of passage.

Paul Bishop
Les Blatt
Bill Crider
Martin Edwards
Randy Johnson
George Kelley
Rob Kitchin
B.V. Lawson
Evan Lewis
Steve Lewis
Brian Lindenmuth
Todd Mason
Scott Parker
James Reasoner
Rick Robinson
Kieran Shea
Kerrie Smith




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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

New York Rock N' Roll Ensemble



Anyone remember them?

FLASH FICTION

Or flash something.

I'm going to do my usual kvetching and say I basically only write flash fiction when I post a challenge. I once won a Derringer for a flash fiction story, but it succeeded on the strengths of a gimmick. Shame on me-- unless you tell me most flash fiction does.

I have a horrible time with it. By the time I set up the conflict, I am 600 words into the story. Then I have to resolve it in a couple hundred words. I am meant to write 3500 word stories--not much more and not much less.

So what is the secret to writing good flash? Is it being able to set something up quickly? Is it using a very small canvass to paint on? Is it "you gotta have a gimmick (Gypsy)."

Tell me your secrets or what you've found out from reading the best of these stories. What's the best flash fiction story you've read and tell me where to find it. PLEASE.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

TREME

TREME is the new David Simon (THE WIRE) series that debuted on HBO this week, Set three weeks after Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, it looks (fictionally) at the lives of a disparate group of people who have stayed or are returning to the city. Its focus is on these intersecting lives, with special attention to the music of New Orleans. Its opening sequence was all music as a parade took shape among the downtrodden musicians.


Although the entire first episode of TREME was fabulous, the first sequence may have been the most amazing ten minutes I have ever seen on television and possibly even in a movie.

WOW. David Simon is a genius and we are lucky he is happy to play on the small screen.

Monday, April 12, 2010

THE WORST REMAKE EVER


I saw THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO yesterday and loved it. I've heard that U.S. studios plan to remake it and cringe. God only knows what they'll choose to do with it. I was relieved that the BBC didn't buy it and install Swedes with British accent and colloquialisms as they did with the Wallender series. Also nice to see it on a big screen.



But back to the point, what's the worst remake of a film you ever saw. I vote for THE VANISHING. It was brilliant until US studios got hold of it. Is there a worse remake?

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sunshine Award


Thanks to Bill Crider for bestowing this on me. Fairly sure I did this before but maybe someone new can have a pat on the back. We all blog because we love to, let's face it.

The rules read as follows:


1. Put the logo on the blog within your post.
2. Pass the award on to 12 bloggers.
3. Link to the nominees within your post.
4. Let the nominees know they have received the award by commenting on their blogs.
5. Share the love and link to the person from whom you received
this award.

P.S. I could have picked ten more just as easily. I loved all the blogs listed to the left.

Charles Gramlich
Dorte
Rick Robinson
Sandra Seamans
Rob Kitchin
Paul Brazill
B.V. Lawson
Fleur Bradley
Spinetingler
David Cranmer
Do Some Damage

SWEET DREAMS

In Case You Missed it--with a new end date of May 3.

Spring Flash Fiction Challenge: Sweet Dreams


Maybe I'm an April Fool and there have been too many of these challenges going around lately, but I feel like writing this story-or having you write it better than I can. It's been rolling around in my head for days.



It begins in a food/drink establishment of some sort. The radio/juke box/band is playing "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics. A red-headed woman in an electric blue dress comes through the door. And then what?

The story doesn't have to center on these elements. I'm just giving you the initial setting.

You can take it from there.

Stories under 1000 wrds. End date: May 3. If you don't have a blog, Mystery Dawg will post it on Powder Burn Flash. Please advise if you're in. It's only fun if we have at least ten writers. Let's see how much interest there is before we fire the gun.

Please notify me or Gerald So if you can make the time to play. Here's the tune for inspiration.

My Town Monday-Detroit Passport to the Arts-EDE



For the fourth cultural event on our Detroit Passport to the Arts (surely the best $99 I've ever spent) we saw a lovely tribute to rock music by the Eisenhower Dance Ensemble. EDE is a local group I've meant to see for years and boy, I sure should have. They just rocked the house with their sinewy, slippery, acrobatic moves. The video above is from a piece they did last year and I wish I had seen that one too.

Is there anything lovelier than a modern dancer's body? As much as I don't get a lot of contemporary art, I do get contemporary dance and prefer it to ballet, which always seems stiff and confining and embalmed. I highly recommend both going to see EDE and taking advantage of the Detroit Passport to the Arts Program. I believe they have funding for a second year.

Do you dig modern dance? With the loss of funding, I'm worried this will be one of the first cultural things to be left behind. I know roads and cops and education are important but a hallmark of a great society is also its investment in the arts.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

At the Movies: Greenberg


Check out my review of Greenberg at Crimespree Cinema.
Have a nice weekend.

Friday, April 09, 2010

THE SUMMING UP, Friday, April 9, 2010



For a list of all the books recommended here, go to Friday's Forgotten Books.




The Summing Up, Friday, April 9, 2010

Paul Bishop, The Man from the Diogenes Club, Kim Newman
Bill Crider, Death of a Citizen, Donald Hamilton
Mike Dennis, Shoot, Douglas Fairbairn
Martin Edwards, Verdict of 13, Julian Symons
Ed Gorman, The Fog, James Herbert
Randy Johnson, Two-Gun Rio Kid, Don Davis (Davis Dresser)
George Kelley, The Curse of the Bronze Lamp, Carter Dickson (John Dickson Carr)
Rob Kitchin, Motor City Blues, Loren Estleman
Evan Lewis, Killer's Caress, Cary Moran
Steve Lewis/William Deeck, Doors to Death, Lee Crosby
Todd Mason, The Book of Lists: Horror, Wallace, Howison and Bradley
Eric Peterson, Video Trash and Treasures, L.A. Morse
James Reasoner, One by One, Fan Nichols
Rick Robinson, Dead Folks' Blues, Steven Womack
Kerrie Smith, The Murders of Richard III, Elizabeth Peters
Hannah Stoneham, Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead, Barbara Comyns
Kevin Tipple, Dead Head, Dr. Allen Wyler

Friday's Forgotten Books, April 9, 2010




Happy Birthday, Josh. You are the greatest!









Hannah Stoneham is a book worm, aspirational writer and occassional cook. She lives in France and keeps a record of her reading at www.hannahstoneham.blogspot.com.

Forgotten Book Friday:

WHO WAS CHANGED AND WHO WAS DEAD, Barbara Comyns


Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead is the story of a family, a household and a village in a time of flood, plague and savagery. The year is 1914 and the family is that of widower Ebin Willoweed. Ebin is the lethargic home tutor to his three motherless children – Emma, Dennis and Hattie. He is also the dependent and resentful son of the rich forbidding matriarch – Grandmother Willoweed. Grandmother Willoweed is an old tyrant with a forked tongue who refuses to step upon land that she does not own. The wider household includes their tender maids – the sisters Norah and Eunice – and their gardener – the frank speaking, keeper of traditions – Old Ives. Beyond the gates of their manorial home sits a community wider still; the doctor, the baker, the farmer, the miller, the rector, the idiot; their wives, their lovers, their children. As the novel opens the river has burst its banks and flooded the house and the village. Ducks swim through windows and Ebin rows his daughters around the garden in a small boat. Everything is displaced. But soon it will be worse – for plague follows flood and madness follows hard behind. Who will be changed by it, and who will be dead?

The tone of this tale is surreal and slightly magical – but it is not meaninglessly strange. Rather – bizarre happenings and peculiar interludes are used to illustrate themes that are close to us all. Barbara Comyns explores snobbery and insecurity alongside kindness and understanding. She explores the casual cruelties of family life, the odd traps of domesticity, the secrets and lies that lurk in every household. She shows how people can become displaced – by their own attitudes and the mentalities of others. The characters that she creates are powerful because they are candid. Although the moral compass is stronger in some than it is in others, everyone in this stricken village has more than one side – there are no pantomime villains or heroes beyond reproach. Barbara Comyns builds a topsy-turvy world and uses it to illustrate a landscape of great familiarity.

This is not a story without horror. Indeed, the grotesque descriptions of the damage caused by the flood led to the book being banned in Ireland when it was published in 1954. Barbara Comyns was not a user of the euphemism. She wrote frankly and unapologetically. But if a history of censorship suggests to you that this book might be gratuitously unpleasant – then her history of censorship has done Barbara Comyns wrong. In Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead there is an overwhelming feeling for the profound and confusing oddness of everyday life. The true horrors of the novel are the ease with which people will turn to violence – the speed with which they will lose compassion – the comfort which they will take from prejudice. Alongside this disturbing narrative – there are also the unexpected new beginnings that emerge from chaos – the happier, surer future beyond the disaster. This is a lyrical and humane book which ought not to be forgotten.

Simon at Stuck-in-a-book and Verity at Verity’s Virago Venture have also enjoyed Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead. The book is available quite cheaply on Amazon.


Ed Gorman is the author of TICKET TO RIDE, THE MIDNIGHT ROOM and many other fine books. You can find him here


The Fog, James Herbert


Just after Stephen King created the horror industry back in the Seventies U.S. publishers began importing British writers who walked the same streets as the master. One of those was Brit superstar James Herbert. While he never quite found the audience he deserved over here, a number of his novels have stayed with me long after the more successful imports have faded completely from my memory.

My favorite Herbert is titled The Fog and it continues the long and heralded tradition of the British disaster novel. Sometimes the disaster is an alien invasion as with H.G. Wells and sometimes the disaster is unworldly seeming yet of our world as with the great John Wyndham.

In Herbert's novel a yellow fog begins moving across England causing much of the population to go insane and begin committing atrocities on family, friends and anyone else they can get their hands on. Even animals go insane; pets become killers. A group of scientists in a bunker race to learn why one of them is immune to the effects fog.

What raises this story to the level of a classic is not just the shock effects--Herbert can jolt the most jaded of readers--but the portraits he draws of his people. He cuts across all ages and all classes. Unlike most Big Bestsellers he makes us care about them and in so doing he gives the reader the race-against-the-clock story with the scientists and the anxiety of seeing real people face their fates.

Centipede Press has just issued a collector's edition of the novel complete with a beautiful cover homage to the U.S. paperback edition and a long, fine introduction by horror legend Ramsey Campbell.

Thought it's a lengthy novel, I read this new edition in two sittings. It's a thriller that truly belongs on the same shelf as H.G. Wells, the early catastrophe novels of J.G. Ballard and the classic work of the late John Wyndham.

Paul Bishop
Bill Crider
Mike Dennis
Martin Edwards
Randy Johnson
George Kelley
Rob Kitchin
Evan Lewis
Steve Lewis/William F. Deeck
Todd Mason
Eric Peterson
James Reasoner
Rick Robinson
Kerrie Smith
Kevin Tipple



Thursday, April 08, 2010

NEEDLE-fresh off the press



http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/needle---spring-2010-issue-1/10263719

Can't wait to read the first issue.

Embalmed TBR pile



TBR Pile





Tell me the truth. Is mine the only TBR pile growing mold? Do you ever whittle yours down? Mine seems to have taken on the veneer of an artifact. When I choose the next book, it is seldom from this pile. The new man in town always looks better.

Does your suffer the same fate? Is it part of your decor by now. How long have you had the oldest book in your pile?

Ten years minimum.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Pictures at a Revolution, Mark Harris


Check out more First Wednesday Books right here.

Some of the comments are not showing up. Sorry.


PICTURES AT A REVOLUTION: FIVE MOVIES AND THE BIRTH OF A NEW HOLLYWOOD (Mark Harris) examined the five pictures nominated that year, the history of their production, the directors, actors and producers involved in the film, and the politics of the country and Hollywood at the time. Some of these movies were developed quickly and others, like Bonnie and Clyde took years to work their way onto the screen and the history of each is fascinating.


What made the five pictures especially interesting was how they harkened back to traditional Hollywood films from an earlier period with Doctor Doolittle and Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (despite its interracial theme, it is in every way standard treatment of such, and stars two Hollywood stalwarts), looked forward to the seventies with The Graduate and Bonnie and Clyde, and marked time with In the Heat of the Night. Harris meticulously recounts each film’s history and how it reflected the ambivalence of Hollywood and America in the mid-sixties. The Vietnam War was in high gear and Americans are undecided on where their values and priorities lay. Having been there, I cannot describe how shocking the violence in Bonnie and Clyde was at the time. But also thrilling. And a romance between a twenty year old man and a forty year old woman was also a surprise in The Graduate. (Even if a mere five years or so separated the actors).


Especially interesting is the story of Sidney Portier, starring in two of the five films, Harris recounts his disgust over being repeatedly hired to play a black man that a white audience would not fell threatened by. He never was allowed to play a person of nuance—much less an out and out villain. Because of this, his performances seem more tepid than they might have had he been allowed to play a real person.


Of course, the film to triumph in 1967 was the one in the middle: In the Heat of the Night. I leave you to decide if that was the best choice.


This was a fascinating account I highly recommend for those who follow movie history.


(This first appeared on the website Crimespree Cinema).

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Blogging is such a weird and wonderful thing.


Not my blog, yours.

I have become very involved in your life: the death of your mother, the illness of your aunt, the tornado that hit your house, the closing of the facility where your father (with Alzheimer's lived), the new kitten/dog you found on the road, your recipe for short ribs, the music you listen to, the movie you hated, the book you wrote, the award you won. The good, the bad, the prosaic. YOU.

And sometimes I talk about you to my husband--as if you really exist. Existed in the world I physically inhabit. He thinks I'm crazy some days. Have you added to the people in your life because of the Internet? Is this a good thing? Should I worry about your dog eating lilies, your bookstore closing down, your kid throwing tantrums, your ailing hip, the length of time it takes you to rise from a chair?

What do you think about this new community you live in. Is it real for you--or just me?

Monday, April 05, 2010

Re: How We Choose Which Crime/Westerns/Science Fiction to Read


I am always amazed at the number of books unfamiliar to me that get reviewed on Friday's Forgotten Books. Oh, yes that's the point of it, but still....

Where were these books when I began reading crime fiction? I started reading it at the end of the sixties as a teenager, and despite reading two or so crime fiction novels a week, I've never read most of the ones mentioned here.

What I read was entirely influenced by what my local libraries bought until fairly recently. I couldn't afford to buy books-first my husband was a student, then we had two children on his small salary. So I read what my librarians bought-which were not Gold Medal crime books-or anything released in paperback at all. They also steered clear of noirish books. Mainstream mysteries.

So while most of the FFB reviewers were reading writers who often show up on Fridays, I was reading another group entirely. What my local library bought formed my reading tastes. What formed yours? What drew you to the first books you read?

Sunday, April 04, 2010

LA TIMES MAGAZINE NOIR ISSUE


Check out the LA TIME MAGAZINE noir issue. Right here.

You'll love the book covers, discussions, and femme fatales,

And Happy Easter and Happy Passover everyone!

Saturday, April 03, 2010

THE LITTLE STRANGER

Some of my writing group reading THE LINEUP.









I first read THE LITTLE STRANGER (Sarah Waters) last year and was both enthralled but somewhat mystified by its ending. I wonder if anyone stopping by here has read it. I began following comments on it, right here. My guess is there are discussions in other places as well.

This is one of the gifts of the Internet. That you can find people who've read the same book you have and get their take on it. After some thought, I believe I understand the ending. But lots of the commenters on here saw it differently.

Most books are not as ambiguous as THE LITTLE STRANGER. Or are there ones you found enigmatic? What book's ending puzzled you?

Friday, April 02, 2010

THE SUMMING UP, Friday, April 2, 2010


Greer Garson reading Alice.

Check out THE ART OF THE STEAL at Crimespree Cinema. I would love to hear what you think.









THE SUMMING UP, FRIDAY, APRIL 2, 2010

Patti Abbott, Nor Live So Long, Sara Woods
Elspeth Antonelli, Daughter of Time, Josephine Tey
Paul Bishop, The Falcon Strikes, Mark Ramsay
David Cranmer, The Illustrations of Frederic Remmington
Bill Crider, The Wave Hangs Dark, Alan Dipper
Martin Edwards, Deadlier Than the Male, Jessica Mann
Ed Gorman, Sleep with Slander, Dolores Hitchens
Randy Johnson, The Dawn Riders, Frank Gruber
George Kelley, The Bowstring Murders, Carter Dickson (John Dickson Carr)
Chris La Tray, Boxing Stories, Robert E. Howard
B.V. Lawson, The Long Shadow, Celia Fremlin
Evan Lewis, The Mouse in the Mountain, Norbert Davis
Steve Lewis/David Vineyard, Bride of the Killer Diller, Paul Savoy
Todd Mason, The Masses: Echoes of Revolt, 1911-1917, ed. William O'Neill; The Smart Set
A History and Anthology, edited Carl Dolmetsch
Eric Peterson, Texas Wind, James Reasoner
Richard Prosch, A Rider of the High Mesa, Ernest Haycox
James Reasoner, Mum's the Word for Murder, Brett Haliday
Rick Robinson, The Deryne Archives, Katherine Kurtz
Kerrie Smith, Gold Mine, Wilbur Smith
David Thayer, Train, Pete Dexter