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Tenacity vs. Obstinacy by Terrence McCauley

January 28, 2013 by  •
Today Terrence McCauley is here to reflect on the difference between tenacity and obstinacy in the life of a writer, and how which one chooses to embrace makes all the difference in the world. It certainly did for him, as his first novel, the Depression-era gangster yarn Prohibition, was published to great reviews just last month.

Terrence McCauleyIn my opinion, there’s only one thing more important to an artist than following your dream: the manner in which you go about it.

In my long quest to be published, I endured a lot of the same rotten things many other writers experience throughout their career. Broken promises. Agents who disappeared. Plans that remained on the drawing board gathering dust. People who lost interest in my work. All of which eventually lead to self-doubt and a lack of confidence on my part.

At every roadblock, someone would invariably tell me to just give up and go do something else like golf or skiing. Save myself the heartache of rejection and disappointment. Walk away with some of my dignity intact. After all, I’d won a national contest. Why not rest on my laurels and leave it at that?

And while I flirted with the idea of walking away from writing, I never left it for long. Why? Because I’m a writer and writers write! I didn’t choose this. It’s always been a part of who I am, and I could no sooner give up writing than I could decide to give up walking. Sure, I could do it, but why do so, especially when the ability was there? So, I kept on writing the stories I wanted to tell. I kept looking for an outlet for them and, after a whole lot of searching, I did.


Doghouse Blues by Jason Duke

January 22, 2013 by  •
In somewhat of a departure, today on the blog I’m pleased to be hosting a short story by Jason Duke. Jason’s fiction has appeared in publications including Plots With Guns, Thuglit, Spinetingler Magazine, Crimefactory, Needle Magazine, and A Twist of Noir, and he has also previously stopped by here as a guest reviewer. Jason is not just any old author, however, he is also a U.S. Army and Iraqi war veteran, and his time in the service clearly shows through in this piece, “Doghouse Blues.”

Jason Duke“Fuck you,” said Matt Sherman, looking into outer space. The kid was as thin as cellophane, and just as transparent. So thin, in fact, if he took a hard punch to the chest, or any punch for that matter to any part of his body, Jim figured Matt Sherman would fly apart like splinters of dry, brittle wood.

Jim Pride, looking over his shoulder, began to guess at who the other person the kid was talking to; thought, no way this little beanpole shit spat from an anorexic’s twat would be running his mouth to two hundred and twenty pounds of ex-military muscle. But Matt, staring past Jim off into the great wide open of the broiling city that was Phoenix beyond the apartment’s terrace, kept saying, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…” Meanwhile, Jim was the only one standing at the front door.

Matt finally looked Jim in the eye. Listening to the little prick run his mouth, Jim was shaking his head, thinking, Kid, this isn’t rocket science. The reason Jim was paying the visit wasn’t all that complicated, so shouldn’t be hard to understand. Jim was thinking, by now it should be so simple stupid that even an ignorant little flop like Matt Sherman should understand what Jim was telling him, why Jim was standing there at the door.

At least, that was how it all started out; and now it was all going terribly wrong (Jim couldn’t believe how fucking wrong), and the kid was running his big, fat fucking mouth, telling off the invisible person over Jim’s shoulder. So wrong, in fact, Jim decided he needed to take a moment with it, collect his thoughts, and try explaining himself all over again.


How’s the writing going? by Mike McCrary

January 21, 2013 by  •
Today I am incredibly pleased to welcome Mike McCrary to the blog. A screenwriter, Mike is aggressively and passionately making the transition to writing crime fiction stories and novels, and I’ve been fortunate enough to edit one of his manuscripts. Hopefully you will all get a chance to read it sometime in the coming year, but until then be on the lookout for his short story work at places like Out of the Gutter and Shotgun Honey.

MikeFaricy“McCrary, how’s the writing going?”

That’s the question I get from time to time.

People mean well, but I hate the question.

I’d love to say, “It’s like sucking on a horrific, angst-ridden, self-mutilation cocktail with a sweaty, toothless whacko at the end of the bar winking her good eye at me.”

But I don’t.

I smile and give some crap answer that will hopefully end the conversation before someone gets hurt.

Years ago I had one of those Jerry Maguire style moments and quit my corporate job to become a writer. I moved to LA and quickly realized I had no idea how to become a writer. I did, however, become an unpaid Hollywood intern and did a little bit of everything. I picked dry cleaning, coffee, Prozac prescriptions, overnighted porn to producers’ brothers and cleaned up dog shit in a conference room during a writer’s meeting.

Yup. All of that happened.

Despite what you might think, it was great.


Dinner Date by Mike Faricy

January 4, 2013 by  •
I’m welcoming author Mike Faricy (Russian Roulette, Mr. Softee) today as part of his virtual tour in support of his latest release, Bombshell.

MikeFaricyI may write books of no redeeming social value like my latest release, Bombshell. But I think crime fiction, even written with a sense of humor and some romance, should still be accurate. I’m always ‘investigating,’ attempting to learn something, anything, that will make my books a little more realistic. My books are all set in Minnesota, usually in my hometown of St. Paul.

Minneapolis and St. Paul are known as the Twin Cities. There’s really not much of anything ‘twin’ about them anymore. Minneapolis is a big booming metropolis and St. Paul, well we say it’s the world’s largest small town. If Minneapolis and St. Paul were sisters, Minneapolis would get all the hot dates, but St. Paul is the one you’d bring home to meet your mom.

I thought it would be a good idea to take a police officer out to dinner and garner some information. I’d be amiss if I didn’t mention a couple of facts here. First off, my dinner date was a woman, a very attractive woman of Southeast Asian heritage named Mai. Secondly, she isn’t exactly a police officer, okay, she’s a lawyer. But she works in the city attorney’s office, law enforcement of a sort though obviously not patrolling the city in a squad car, but still, the courts and all I figured I was bound to learn something.


Top 10 Reads of 2012

December 31, 2012 by  •
Top 10 Reads of 2012The past twelve months were a very busy reading and reviewing year for me. Though I’m sure a few slipped through the cracks and didn’t get counted, in looking back at my records it appears I read 192 books (novels, novellas, and collections) this year, and reviewed 116 of those.

And you know what? There were still a ton of books I wanted to read this year but just didn’t manage to get to by year’s end. (Cash Out by Greg Bardsley and The Dark Room by Steve Mosby are two biggies that leap to mind in particular.)

Given the amount I read this year, and with most of it being top-notch, narrowing things down to a Top 10 list was quite excruciating, as you may imagine.

As I have in years past, to make things a tad more manageable I selected my Top 10 only from full-length novels. And I’ll tell you what, even with the herd already thinned of novellas and short story collections (many of which were fantastic!), picking only ten was still a painfully difficult exercise. So much so, actually, that I’ve cheated a tiny bit and counted two books from one author as only one spot on the list. Of course, having too many fantastic reads to choose from is a “problem” I’ll gladly take any day.

So many authors gave me hours and hours of reading pleasure this year through their amazing abilities, and I am grateful to each and every one of you. For writing what turned out to be my favorite reads of 2012, I am especially grateful to Ian Ayris, Andrez Bergen, Declan Burke, Wiley Cash, Peter Farris, Sam Hawken, Chris F. Holm (for whom I cheated and counted two books from his Collector Series as one spot on the list), Grant Jerkins, Roger Smith and James Thompson. Thank you.

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Where Is Noir Now? by Gabino Iglesias

December 18, 2012 by  •
I am pleased to welcome author (Gutmouth, Eraserhead Press) and reviewer Gabino Iglesias to the blog today for an interesting essay about noir and its first cousin, neo-noir.

Gabino IglesiasDuring my early teens, I subsisted on a steady diet of noir. Apparently that’s what happens when you never get into video games. I knew where it came from and, more importantly, thought I knew what it was all about: gritty settings, hard stories, down-and-out characters, witty dialogue, cool guys in fedoras, and a dash of violence. Tough, hard-drinking men who punched hard, didn’t take lip from anyone, and weren’t afraid to pull their gun out were a sine qua non element of the books I devoured. A few years later, I didn’t know what noir was anymore. That’s when things got interesting.

Fast-forward fifteen years. My ARC of Akashic’s Boston Noir 2: The Classics, arrived in the mail. I cracked it open and read the intro. “What is noir and what is not inhabits a similarly gray area,” wrote editors Dennis Lehane, Mary Cotton and Jaime Clarke. “Its definition is continually expanding from the previous generation’s agreed-upon notion that noir involves men in fedoras smoking cigarettes on street corners. Noir alludes to crime, sure, but it also evokes bleak elements, danger, tragedy, sleaze, all of which is best represented by its root French definition: black.”

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The Storm Giants by Pearce Hansen

December 12, 2012 by  •
The Storm Giants by Pearce Hansen“Until the blood starts to flow, it’s always a people situation.” – Everett

For someone who’d just assume never interact with anyone again except his wife and young son if he didn’t have to, former gang enforcer Everett is actually quite adept at reading and manipulating people.

Of course, back in the day a lot of his manipulation was of the hands-on variety, and he was damn effective. Legendarily effective, actually, in large part because of his connection with the storm giants, the name Everett associates with a deep, dark place within himself he’s capable of tapping into.

But those days are behind him. At least he thought they were. Living a peaceful if not exactly relaxed – he finds it difficult to ever truly let his guard down, even years out of the game – existence in upstate California, Everett’s past comes calling in the guise of The Widow.

The last time Everett saw The Widow was at his dentist’s office, where she worked as Doctor Dauffenbach’s assistant and receptionist, in addition to being his wife. Everett didn’t exactly understand it at the time, but there was definitely something…off about old Doctor Dauffenbach. Something a bit sadistic.

Turns out Doctor Dauffenbach had an impressive résumé to back up his penchant for causing pain; he was formerly a Nazi who worked at one of the death camps. When he escaped at the end of the war, one step ahead of the war crimes tribunals, Dauffenbach was able to smuggle a significant amount of ill-gotten Nazi gold into the U.S. with him when he ran. The Mossad, however, never sleeps, and when they finally caught up with Dauffenbach he killed himself rather than face extradition and trial. Now, it seems the remainder of Dauffenbach’s gold has been stolen, and The Widow wants Everett to get it back for her – and kill the person who took it.

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The Neighbors by Ania Ahlborn

December 12, 2012 by  •
The Neighbors by Ania Ahlborn“Have you ever wanted to burn down your own home?”
- Harlow Ward

Actually, it’s a thought that has crossed the mind of Andrew Morrison more than a few times over the previous 13 years, ever since his father walked out on him and his mother. After his father left, Andrew’s mom went into a downward spiral of alcoholism and agoraphobia, eventually reaching the point where she wouldn’t even leave the house to walk to the mailbox.

At first sympathetic, Andrew finally tires of sacrificing his life for someone who shows neither appreciation nor any desire to get better. So, now twenty-three, Andrew gets back in touch with a childhood friend, Mickey, via Facebook and makes arrangements to move in with him across town. Unfortunately, it looks like Andrew may well have jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

At first elated to see the picturesque houses in Mickey’s neighborhood, Andrew’s elation turns to shock and embarrassment when he discovers Mickey’s house is a run-down blight on the otherwise perfect Magnolia Lane. Mickey isn’t exactly how Andrew remembers him either. Once gregarious and outgoing, Mickey is now withdrawn and borderline uncommunicative—almost like he doesn’t even want Andrew there, despite the invitation. The neighbors, however…

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Choice Cuts by Joe Clifford

December 4, 2012 by  •
Choice Cuts by Joe CliffordThe work of Joe Clifford shouldn’t be new to anyone who does much poking around in the online crime fiction community. In addition to his short stories routinely showing up places like Shotgun Honey, Thuglit, and A Twist of Noir, Joe is also the editor of the The Flash Fiction Offensive.

Even the most dedicated crime fiction/noir reader can miss a story here and there, however, so it was nice to see Joe’s work rounded up and released, with a couple of previously unpublished stories to boot, as the collection Choice Cuts. As I always do with collections, only a handful of stories will be highlighted in order to leave plenty of undiscovered territory for those new to Joe’s work.

“The Meat” is heavy on atmosphere, both physical and psychological. Accused by the Bolsheviks of being an enemy of the Revolution, an unassuming bookseller is banished to a prison on the edge of the Arctic Circle. He bides his time, doing everything possible to stay fit while planning an escape. A plan finally in place, he takes a fellow prisoner, a doctor, into his confidence and they make the final preparations. There’s only one obstacle they can’t figure out how to overcome: food. How can they have enough food to survive the long, grueling trek they face in subfreezing temperatures? Their solution is shocking, even more so when it doesn’t go quite as planned.


Free Agent by Joe Clifford

December 3, 2012 by  •
It makes Mondays so much easier to deal with when they can be met head-on with a kick-ass guest post, which is why I am so pleased to welcome the incredibly talented – and busy – Joe Clifford to the blog. Joe already has one release out this year, Choice Cuts, has another on the way before the ball drops in Times Square, and yet a third lined up for 2013. And you know what? He still wants more. I sure hope he gets it.

Joe Clifford2012 was a pretty good writing year for me. I saw three books accepted for publication: Choice Cuts, my short story collection, which was released in August (to better-than-expected sales and reviews); Wake the Undertaker, an old-school, comic-book detective novel, slated for later this year; and Junkie Love, the darling the trifecta, my autobiographical drug novel and a book very dear to my heart (for obvious reasons), which will be coming out in 2013.

The first two are with the upstart home for noir/hardboiled authors, Snubnose Press, that last one with Vagabondage Press. Both publishers have been supportive, making me and my work feel welcome, wanted, and loved; and I feel fortunate to be associated with the other terrific writers at these houses: Court Merrigan, J.A. Kazimer, Ryan Sayles, Heath Lowrance, Eric Beetner, C.S. DeWildt, to name a few, and of course my former partner in crime (literally) and current co-editor of The Flash Fiction Offensive, Tom Pitts. Still, I want more.

I don’t think that’s selfish. That’s what we’re all in this game for, right? Yes, there’s the love of reading and writing, the prerequisite to even suit up and take the field, but the drive for success dictates that we continually strive for the greatest heights, make attempts to reach the greatest audience; it’s natural to want to more.

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Slaughter’s Hound by Declan Burke

November 29, 2012 by  •
Potential Spoiler: As Slaughter’s Hound is the sequel to 2004′s Eightball Boogie, an important plot point from Eightball Boogie is mentioned in my review, as well as in the book itself.

Slaughter's Hound by Declan BurkeOnce a man finds himself out in the badlands, out beyond rule and law and custom, who knows what anyone might do?

Back in Sligo after spending four years in a psychiatric hospital in Dundrum for shooting his brother, former private investigator Harry Rigby now finds himself driving a cab in order to make a meager living. He also acts as the middle man for drug deals, which is how Rigby comes to be at the Port Authority building where his former roommate in Dundrum, Finn Hamilton, broadcasts a pirate radio station.

Finn’s ordered up a tidy delivery of dope, enough to cause Rigby to wonder if Finn’s selling it on. Finn assures him it’s for personal use, that he’s laying in stock because he and his fianceé are running off to Cyprus. It may sound like a pipe dream coming from some, but Finn’s from a very wealthy family, even if their property empire has taken a hit of late in the bottomed out real estate market. Finn, it seems, is on top of the world.

Which is why Rigby is stunned to see Finn take a dive out the building’s ninth floor window as Rigby’s in the parking lot taking a call from his son. Thankfully, Rigby chose to wander around while on the call instead of sitting in his cab, as Finn’s graceful dive is brutally interrupted by the cab’s roof, the impact of which ruptures the gas tank and causes an explosion. After calling the authorities, Rigby heads out to inform Finn’s mother, feeling he owes it to her as both Finn’s friend and the only witness.