Monday, November 15, 2010

This Week's Books


I didn't buy all these books, but this is what came into my house in one week. Todd Mason sent me the first four on the right. (Thanks, Todd). I bought THE HUNGER GAMES (Borders coupon), THE CONTINENTAL OP ($1), FLORIDA GOTHIC STORIES and a book of stories by Chandler (FIVE MURDERS $1) that you can't see. The first three on the left were won Limon, Jones, and THE LOST CITY OF OZ. And I took THE DAMAGE DONE, OCTOBER COUNTRY, and the Sherman Alexie stories from the library.

What's new or are you reading this week?

My Dad fell and broke his hip this morning so I may not be around much to respond. Carry one without me.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

STEAMPUNK


This word had been flying around me recently and only today did I decide to find out about it. What are the best steampunk movies and novels IYHO? Where did the word come from, how long has it been used to describe its world, and are you attracted to the genre.

NEW QUESTIONS: What does the punk in steampunk mean?

Is either the Downey Sherlock Holmes movie or the new series on PBS steampunk?

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Those Who Died Too Young/




I am not talking about those who died in childhood or of drug overdoses or suicides in their twenties or thirties. But rather people who had an impact at a distance on your life and died too young from your perspective. Three women I most revered growing up all seemed to disappear too early: Lee Remick, Elizabeth Montgomery and Audrey Hepburn all died before the age of 65 and all died in the early nineties from similar cancers.

I most remember Lee Remick's back in Anatomy of a Murder, Elizabeth Montgomery's nose in Bewitched and Audrey Heprburn's neck in Charade. And in many other films, of course. All three were charming at any rate.

Who died too early for you?

Friday, November 12, 2010

THE SUMMING UP, Friday, November 5, 12, 2010

November 12, 2010

Ian Ayris, Maggie, A Girl of the Streets, Stephen Crane
Joe Barone, Double Deuce, Robert Parker
Paul Bishop, The Burning Season, Wayne D. Dundee
Paul Brazill, Andy Warhol's Dracula, Kim Newman
Bill Crider, Death by the Day, Lawrence Fisher
Scott Cupp, Expiration Date, Duane Swierczynski
Martin Edwards, The Second Shot, Anthony Berkley
Jose Ignacio Escribano, The Poisoned Chocolate Case, Anthony Berkley
George Kelley, The Naked Sun, Issac Asimov
Ed Gorman, Secret Window, Secret Garden, Stephen King
Randy Johnson, The Lone Wolf, Louis Joseph Vance
B.V. Lawson, Ghost of a Chance, Kelley Roos
Steve Lewis/Jeff Meyerson, A Three-Pipe Problem, Julian Symons
K.A. Laity, Renegade, Mark E. Smith
Evan Lewis, Spurs West, edited by Joseph T. Shaw
Todd Mason, Forgotten Magazines: Weird Tales, ed. Dorothy McIlwraith, Fantastic Adventures, Howard Browne
Eric Peterson, Impossibly Funky: A Cahiers du Cinemart Collection, Mike White
James Reasoner, Gangland's Doom, Frank Eisgruber
Gerard Saylor, Eleven Days (1998), Known Dead (1999), Big Thaw (2000), Code 61 (2002)
A Long December (2003) Don Harstad
Jeff Segal, The Fiend in You, edited by Charles Beaumont
Kerrie Smith, Bergerac: Crimes of the Season, Andrew Savill
Kevin Tipple, Tequila Sunrise, Michael Bracken

From November 5 (And thanks to Todd Mason for rounding these up)

Paul Bishop: Whiteout and Black Camelot by Duncan Kyle
Bill Crider: The Godwulf Manuscript by Robert B. Parker
Scott Cupp: Pixie Dust by Henry Melton
Martin Edwards: Heir Presumptive by Henry Wade
Ed Gorman: The Crime Lover's Casebook (aka The New Mystery) edited by Jerome Charyn
Glenn Harper: The Coast Road by John Brady
George Kelley: The Autobiography of Mark Twain, Volume 1 (the new edition)
Steve Lewis's The Mystery File, as usual, has a plethora of arguably FFB reviews.
Todd Mason: Death Qualified by Kate Wilhelm; In Deep by Damon Knight
Ann Parker: Rose by Martin Cruz Smith
Eric Peterson: Men, Women and Chainsaws by Carol Glover
James Reasoner: Tarzan and the Lion Man by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Kerrie Smith: Deadly Variations by Paul Myers


Peter Enfantino's story-by-story run through the issues of Manhunt magazine
B.V. Lawon's round-up of crime-fiction ezines

Friday's Forgotten Books, November 12, 2010- 2

This is an unsolicited and wonderfully surprise contribution to Friday's Forgotten Books from Gerard Saylor, Library Director at Lake Mills Library in Wisconsin, who has quite a nice inventory of audio book reviews you can find on you tube. I went through them after seeing this one.

But this is his pick for this week, a forgotten writer, and a great change of pace. I am so happy he sent it our way. I think we will all be looking for these books. I am going to post the rest separately below.


Friday's Forgotten Books 1, November 12, 2010

1)THE SUMMING UP WON'T GO UP UNTIL TOMORROW.
2) Someone asked me to label the people in the pictures I posted a few days ago so I will do that as best I can.

Ian Ayris lives in London with his wife and three children. He has had over twenty-five short stories accepted for publication, both in print and online. His stories can be found in the likes of A Twist of Noir, Thrillers, Killers 'n' Chillers, Byker Books' 'Radgepacket' collections, Curbside Splendor, Pulp Metal Magazine, and The Flash Fiction Offensive. Other stories will be appearing shortly in Powder Burn Flash, Yellow Mama, Beat to a Pulp, and Out of the Gutter Issue 7. He has recently completed his first novel, and can be found hanging about at http://ianayris.blogspot.com/

MAGGIE: A GIRL OF THE STREETS, Stephen Crane (1893)

At just seventy-six pages, 'Maggie' is more a novella than a novel. But don't let that fool you into thinking this is a bit of light reading. So stark and brutal, in fact, is this book, no publisher at the time would touch it. So the twenty-one year old Crane published it himself.

The story is set in the slums of the New York Bowery, at the end of the nineteenth century, and follows Maggie Johnson in her struggle to overcome the poverty and degradation she is born into. And like a tooled up Mark Twain, with knuckle dusters and a flick-knife, Crane carves the words of Maggie's plight into each and every page, with a mixture of beauty and brutality the like I've never seen.

Here's a sample of what I mean from the opening of the book:.

A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honor of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil's Row who were circling madly about the heap and pelting at him. His infantile countenance was livid with fury. His small body was writhing in the delivery of great, crimson oaths.

"Run, Jimmie, run! Dey'll get yehs," screamed a retreating Rum Alley child.

"Naw," responded Jimmie with a valiant roar, "dese micks can't make me run."

And that's the Mark Twain thing. The dialogue. It's written like this, in the vernacular, the whole way through the book. Some of it is barely intelligible, but once you get used to it, it's like the whole thing is being played out inside your head.

Jimmy is Maggie's little brother, a feisty urchin; another child trying to find his way in this living hell. But he's a scrapper, Jimmy. And a good one at that. Maggie is the philosopher, she sees the chaos around her, and wonders if this is how her life will always be. The fight continues:

The little champion of Rum Alley stumbled precipitately down the other side. His coat had been torn to shreds in a scuffle, and his hat was gone. He had bruises on twenty parts of his body, and blood was dripping from a cut in his head. His wan features wore a look of a tiny, insane demon.

On the ground, children from Devil's Row closed in on their antagonist. He crooked his left arm defensively about his head and fought with cursing fury. The little boys ran to and fro, dodging, hurling stones and swearing in barbaric trebles.

Finally: A stone had smashed into Jimmie's mouth. Blood was bubbling over his chin and down upon his ragged shirt. Tears made furrows on his dirt-stained cheeks. His thin legs had begun to tremble and turn weak, causing his small body to reel. His roaring curses of the first part of the fight had changed to a blasphemous chatter.

In the yells of the whirling mob of Devil's Row children there were notes of joy like songs of triumphant savagery. The little boys seemed to leer gloatingly at the blood upon the other child's face.

'Maggie' portrays the slums of the Bowery as a seething mass of drunken debauchery, a place of blood and death, where the only four letter word anyone dare not use is 'hope'.

We follow Maggie through her childhood and her run-ins with her drunken mother and begin to yearn for her escape as much as she does herself. When she finds love in the form of 'Pete', we feel her hope. But Crane, he doesn't let us off that easy. This is no sentimental yarn. There are no ruby slippers here. There are no slippers at all.

Crane published several more notable novels after 'Maggie', the most noteworthy being 'The Red Badge of Courage' in 1905. By the age of twenty-eight, Crane was dead from tuberculosis, and he was all but forgotten. Thankfully, his reputation has grown due to the discovery of his work in the middle part of the twentieth century, and 'Maggie' is now seen as the first work of naturalism in American fiction. You can purchase a copy from Amazon or download it for nothing on The Gutenberg Project.

Ed Gorman is the author of STRANGLEHOLD and many other fine works. You can find him here.

Forgotten Books: Secret Window, Secret Garden by Stephen King; Executive Pink

You're right. No novel or story by Stephen King is forgotten. But his newer material sometimes causes pieces of his enormous and generally excellent body of work to fade from time to time.

Secret Window, Secret Garden is contained in a fine collection called Four Past Midnight. Originally published in1990, in 2004 it became a feature film starring Johnny Depp, Maria Bello and John Turturro. I pretty much liked the movie but I missed the richness of King's writing.

Morton Rainey is a best-selling novelist living alone in isolated western Maine in a cabin that was once the summer home of Rainey and his wife. They have just divorced and Rainey is devastated. His emotional distress has led to his inability to write. He sits uselessly at his computer.

One day a strange man shows up at Rainey's. He is Southern Gothic, the mutant offspring of a marriage between William Faulker and Flannery O'Connor. He introduces himself as Johnny Shooter, an unlikely name. He accuses Rainey of plagiarizing a story that he, Shooter wrote, some years ago. Rainey recognizes Shooter for what he is. A lunatic.

But a relentless and crafty one. He wants Rainey to confess his sin and will settle for nothing less than that admission. Bizarre and terrible things begin to happen, not the least of which is Rainey's cat being nailed to Rainey's back porch.

I don't want to do any spoiling so I'll simply say that just about all of King's virtues are on display here. The land, the local customs, the sweaty Woolrichian desperation and the absolute gripping storytelling. I've read this novella three or four times but I was flipping the pages the same way when I read it most recently. It is a startling piece of suspense writing and demonstrates why he still dominates the book charts.

Alternately moving--King gives us a believable and moving look at a lost marriage--and terrifying--Rainey's interior monologues are a miasma of horror, dysfunction, sadness and rage--making the characters every bit as stunning as the plot. Fine work by a master.

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Joe Barone
Paul Bishop
Paul Brazill
Bill Crider
Scott Cupp
Martin Edwards
Jose Ignacio Escribano
Glenn Harper
Randy Johnson
George Kelley
K.A. Laity
B.V. Lawson
Evan Lewis

Steve Lewis/Jeff Meyerson
Todd Mason
Eric Peterson
James Reasoner
Jeff Segal
Kerrie Smith
Kevin Tipple

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Some Observations About Noircon 2010



Lou Boxer, who organized Noircon along with his partner in crime, Deen Kogan, has to be the least pretentious doctor in the country. Perhaps the least pretentious person. From the look on his face for seventy-two hours, it was clear he was having as much fun as anyone else. Lou, you are the best.

Cameron Ashley has some Australian kangaroo trick of being everywhere at the same time. I think he carries a second Cam in his pouch. He's in all my photos and all of everyone else's.

Seth Harwood might be the tallest man I've ever spoken to. I feared for the future of my neck.

Hilary Davidson is the most radiant woman I've ever seen. She lights up a room with her presence. Even a room the size of the one in the Mummers Museum. Buy her book!

Laura Lippman is the best interviewer around. She is ego-less in her questions and each question was a beaut. She should have a talk show. Pelecanos just stopped everyone cold. Hard to imagine a more generous soul. He works at youth facilities.

Christa Faust has the best trained dog I've ever seen. Also the best trained hair and back. She made the greatest entrance in the history of conferences. I had the perfect seat to watch her exit a taxi on the fly, and whirl in carrying Butch in his little case. If you need anything whipped into shape, she's your girl. And I mean that in the best way because she is delightful.

The panels were excellent from start to finish. The question of what noir is became a joke, but not something every panel wrestled with as I feared.

None of us ever got over the fact that David Thompson wasn't there. If you want to honor his memory, buy DAMN NEAR DEAD 2. or any of the books Busted Flush published.

I loved the guys from Farley's bookstore (bookseller to Noircon) and I urge you to consider putting them on your book tour. The two guys sat through every panel, even asked a question or two. Farley's is in New Hope, Pa. If you're near, stop by and buy a book from another struggling indie. These guys were so excited to be a part of the activities and they took all the unsold books back with them rather than sending them to the publishers.

It is nearly impossible to imagine Vicki Hendricks writing the books she does. Sweetness personified. On a trip to the Mutter Museum (medical oddities) she screamed as often as Phil.

The Doubletree Hotel in Philly was terrific. I highly recommend staying there on your next trip. It was in a great location, and right around the corner from a neat little restaurant called the GOOD DOG. They had a BLT with the T fried the way my mother used to make them.

The Society Hill Playhouse has a fascinating history. Richard Roundtree played there in THE GREAT WHITE HOPE the same time he was doing SHAFT. Looking at the posters, I realized again how much I love theater. It is totally exhilarating. Deen Kogan gave me a tour through the ages. I want to live right next door.

I met a ton of nice people but no sense listing the names. Thanks to those who shared a meal, a drink, a panel, or a moment with me. A special thanks to the one who brought salt water taffies. You know who you are
And also to the one who brought me a story. Nice.

And lastly to my daughter who tolerates her tag-along parents awfully well.

How I Came To WRITE THIS BOOK-Richard Wheeler


Richard Wheeler's Work in Progress

I had proposed a novel about Baby Doe and Horace Tabor, the most poignant of all the legends of the West, but Forge turned it down. My alternative proposal was an historical novel about the copper kings of Butte, Marcus Daly, William Andrews Clark, and Augustus Heinze, and their "war" that involved corrupting the whole Montana legislature. My editor, Bob Gleason, went for it, saying his Finnish grandfather had worked in those mines.

The story resonates today because of the recent discovery of a 104-year-old daughter of one of the copper kings, Huguette Clark, sequestered for 22 years in a NYC hospital and possibly being milked by various people. Clark's fortune rivaled John D. Rockefeller's and the daughter still commands a fortune.

The book proved to be far more befuddling to write than I had imagined. The story, difficult to follow in nonfiction accounts, is too complex (and repetitious) to turn into a novel on its own. For months I wrestled with ways to tell the story about complex bribes, theft of mines, crooked judges, underground warfare with rival crews invading neighboring mines, the efforts of Clark to become a Senator by bribing the legislature, which resulted in the amendment establishing the direct election of senators, Heinze's bald theft of ore and property, etc.

I resolved the deepening dilemma by creating numerous fictional characters who are affected by the war of the copper kings. The kings corrupted the Montana press, so I created J. Fellowes Hall, a vain editor who sells his soul. The copper kings dealt with the miners union in various ways, so I have created Big Johnny Boyle, union head and a dealer. The kings radicalized Butte, so I created Alice Brophy, widow of Singing Sean Brophy, who becomes Red Alice, the Socialist Workers Party radical. I created Slanting Agnes Healy, a miner's widow with a fey gift. And I've created Royal Maxwell, an undertaker opposed to safety regulation of the mines, and a man who secretly scorns Butte's Irish and spends every spare dime in the restricted district.

I'm interweaving their stories with the struggles of the copper kings to own the richest hill on earth. There are also real characters, such as Judge William Clancy, an unkempt and barely literate Populist whose notion of law and justice is to remove property from those who have it and give it to those who don't. And of course there is the finest of the copper kings, Marcus Daly, who loved horse racing and built the finest racing stable in the nation. A portrait of his great horse Tammany, rendered in hardwoods, was embedded into the parquet floor of Daly's elegant hotel, and whoever stepped on Tammany had to buy drinks for the house.

The novel is finally yielding, after stubbornly resisting all my efforts to write it, and I expect to finish by the end of the year and it might be out near the end of 2011 or early 2012.

Richard S. Wheeler is the 2001 recipient of the Owen Wister Award for lifetime contributions to Western literature. He is a four-time Spur Award winner from Western Writers of America, and author of more than forty books.

If you have a book coming out you would like to write a piece about, feel free to email me.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

What Do Men Really Think?

Mummers Museum-tacky but terrific.

On a recent trip to NY, I bought a pair of shoes and a purse. I don't have a closet full of such things but they are always a temptation.

My husband confirmed my intuition that only woman notice such things. (Except for Kalinda's boots on THE GOOD WIFE)

Do men ever notice shoes or purses? (Earrings or necklaces?)

Or do women buy them for other women or themselves. Neither item requires a size two figure and no man ever rejected a woman for big feet. Okay maybe a fetishist might.

When was the last time you noticed the shoes on a woman's feet or the purse on her arm?

IF ANYONE CAN COME UP WITH THE EXACT LINE CHENEY USED WITH PRES. BUSH REGARDING GETTING RID OF SADDAM, I WILL BE GRATEFUL. HAD IT YESTERDAY BUT IT DISAPPEARED.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Your Favorite Collection of Short Stores-Single Author

Yesterday Dennis Lehane chose his favorite short story collections--an excellent list.

There are so many short story writers, I revere: Andre Dubus, Alice Munro, Raymond Carver, Antonya Nelson, John Updike and Cheever, Eudora Welty, Flannery O'Connor to name a few.

But when I was beginning to think about writing in a more serious way, this was the book that most inspired me. SHILOH AND OTHER STORIES, Bobbie Ann Mason.

I know Mason is now disparaged for an overuse of brand names and such, but she wrote about the people I was interested in reading about--not the country club set, or those on the Upper East Side. Real people who have trouble paying their bills and staying out of trouble.

What single-author collection of stories do you like most? What one do you come back to?

LA RONDE, Part Six


Part Six "The Lesser Evil" on Evan Lewis' blog.
(Where one cool guy makes a surprise appearance.)

Part Five "It's a Dog's Life" on Rob Kitchin's blog can be found
here.


Part Four, "Enter the Fat Lady" can be found on Sandra Seamans blog. Right
here.

Part 3 "Provocateur" was on KA. Laity's blog.

Part 2 "Blinded by the Brilliance of His Own Reflection" was on Dana King's blog.

And here's "The Dish Ran Away with the Spoon" the original story.

Monday, November 08, 2010

A FEW NOIRCON PHOTOS

1 Cullen Gallagher, Lou Boxer and ?
2. Scott Cupp and Cullen Gallagher










































































































3. Scott Phillips
4 Neil Smith
5. Cam Ashley's back, Hilary Davidson, Steve Weddle
6. William Boyel, Vicki Hendricks
7. Scott Philips and Roseanne Coleman
8. Christa and some people I don't know.
9. Cam and Reed
10 Kieran Shea and Cam
11 Guys from Farley's Bookshop
12 Lou and Seth Harwood
13 Wallace Stroby
14. Roseanne, Sarah Weinman, Judy Bobalik
15. Us

TAdd ImageHE ABBOTT FAMILY PHOTO WAS TAKEN BY JEFF WONG, THE ARTIST WHO ALSO DID THE PROGRAM COVER AND THE COVER FOR DAMN NEAR DEAD 2 AND ONE NICE GUY.

What Happened to Woody Allen?

What advice would you give him? How can he correct this downward spiral that began at least ten years ago? Tell Woody what to do? He needs some advice--despite the fact he can still attract great actors.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Friday's Forgotten Books, November, 5, 2010

There might be book reviews out there today. But I am with Rocky.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

HOW I CAME TO WRITE THIS BOOK-Bill Crider



How I Came to Write Murder in the Air.

It was easy. Whenever I finish one book, I start thinking about what I might do next. My brother is often a source of ideas, and he suggested this one. He lives out in the country near our hometown, only a short distance from a factory chicken farm. He says that the place has had a serious effect on his quality of life. Not a good effect, either. The stench is bad enough, but he believes the air has affected both his own health and his wife’s.

What I’ve said about those farms in the book is pretty mild compared to the reality that he describes. He’s spent much of the last five years writing letters to the editor, to various county and state officials and air quality boards, and to anybody else he can think of. Not that it’s done any good. So he said to me one day when I was visiting him, “You ought to write a book about these chicken farms.” That clicked with me, and after I thought it over for a while, I started writing Murder in the Air.

There’s a lot more in the book than chicken farms, of course, but that conversation with my brother is where it all started. Come to think of it, a lot of my books seem to begin that way, with some remark a member of my family or a friend has made. I don’t think I’ll tell them, though. They might start thinking they deserve a cut of the advance.

Bill Crider is the author of MURDER IN FOUR PARTS, OF ALL SAD WORDS, MISSISSIPPI VIVIAN, and A MAMMOTH MURDER. He's also the editor of DAMN NEAR DEAD 2, debuting this week at NOIRCON.

If you have a book coming out you would like to write a piece about, please email me.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

First Wednesday Book Review Club, November 3, 2010



THE HELP, Kathryn Stockett

I read THE HELP for my book group. All of us (6) agreed it was a good read. We'd never given enough thought to the plight of black women in the nineteen sixties in the South. Few books before THE HELP gave that particular topic much thought. It might be alluded to here and there in books like TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD or A MEMBER OF THE WEDDING but not as a primary topic of concern by a white writer.

And yet, we had little to talk about this month. Certainly, we agreed that the African-American women in Jackson, Mississippi had been used and abused as servants in white households. Paid too little, worked too hard, loved too little by their employers, dismissed for minor reasons. Any number of indignities were forced on them.

Now I am going to cover my head as I say this but when it came down to it, it was the white woman in the book who stuck in our minds. Why? Not because she was worthy of more print but because the writer gave her more, fleshed her out beyond her black sisters. The black women were largely viewed in their role as servants. Ironic, huh? But who am I to argue with the thousands of resoundingly good reviews on Amazon?

I must come back to this: why is the one white woman in THE HELP given so much time? Why are the black women shown only in their roles as housekeepers, nannies.

Instead it is Skeeter and her trouble with her mother, boyfriend and publisher that stand out. Why couldn't we hear more about the servants' home lives? Why didn't their stories drive the plot rather than their grievances? Sorry to repeat myself here.

This book was certainly worth reading. It would have been better had it been written by Toni Morrison or Alice Walker. A black woman should have told this story and subjected the white women to minor roles. We didn't need a white woman to tell their stories. They have their own voices.

Find more book reviews at Barrie Summy's place.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Your "List" Aria


In the Mikado, there is a famous aria where a government official lists all the annoying people whose heads he'd like to chop off.

What people would you put on your list? Who won't be missed if you put him/her on the list? Whose head needs chopping?

1. People who talk during an opera.
2. Arms dealers
3. Box Cues

LA RONDE, Part Five

I HAVE SOME VERY BAD FEELINGS ABOUT TODAY SO BACK TO BED TO PULL THE BLANKET OVER MY HEAD ONCE I READ ROB'S PIECE.

Part Five "It's a Dog's Life" on Rob Kitchin's blog can be found here.

Part Four, "Enter the Fat Lady" can be found on Sandra Seamans blog. Right
here.

Part 3 "Provocateur" was on KA. Laity's blog.

Part 2 "Blinded by the Brilliance of His Own Reflection" was on Dana King's blog.

And here's "The Dish Ran Away with the Spoon" the original story.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Tomorrow's Election


There have never been so many potential senators, reps, governors and members of state houses so ill-prepared, so unfeeling, so ready to dismantle every government program that helps people. These people regard those needing help as not deserving it. They would send our boys to fight a war and then deny them medical treatment to survive it. Survival of the fit.

There has never been so much vicious, lying negative campaigning, supported by the majority of the US Supreme Court. Corporations pouring money into campaigns of people with the platform of ending environmental protection. BP is still stirring the pot despite their near annihilation of the Gulf Coast. The very people on Wall Street who brought us to our knees three years ago depend on Republicans to raise them up again. The fix is in.

I beg you to vote tomorrow and vote for people with the experience, heart and intelligence to run this country. We can't expect the economy to be turned around in two years. Except we can expect the country to be turned around in the next few. By people who would return to the days of 1800. We thought we were living in a post-racist era but instead we are living in a neo-racist era. For a few minutes in time, the world applauded the election of a humane, smart, progressive American President.

The scariest words in the English language: President Sarah Palin.

What Movie Defines The State You Live in Best?



Hat tip to Bill for the list.
UP IN THE AIR carries the banner for Michigan. I can't really argue with that. But I always have loved ANATOMY OF A MURDER with its more rural setting, which is what most of Michigan is like. And I like that a Michigan writer wrote it.
And if I were going to pick a movie that best expresses my neighborhood, there is one set there: THE VIRGIN SUICIDES.

Check out your state on the list. Do you agree with it? If not, what would you choose. I wonder how many states we can get represented here?