Ed Gorman

Headlines that shouldn’t be true but are

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Sep 152014
 


'VETTED' REBELS STRIKE DEAL WITH ISIS
(we're off to a great start)

Witnesses: Cops Kept Arresting Dying Cyclist After Running Him Over

‘F*ck off, you fat *ss!’: Enraged minivan mom caught on camera berating
motorist

Police Allegedly Mistake Black Actress Kissing White Partner For A
Prostitute

West Virginia cop caught threatening woman filming rough arrest of
terminally ill man

Kanye Stops Concert Because Fan In Wheelchair Won't Stand Up
(heal him kanye--just keep screaming at him ns he'll walk again!)

Man Armed With Machete Holds Up Restaurant In NYC's Chelsea
neighborhood...

An Off-Duty Cop Got Drunk and Shot Some People on the Upper West Side

Bill Maher levels GOP Rep. Kline: He embodies D.C’s ‘easily-swayed
whores and sellouts’

Tucker Carlson suspects school indoctrination plot because children are
‘just learning too much’
(Fucker Tarlson is the mosr obnoxious trust fund baby of all time)

Satanists Sell Out 'Black Mass' Event...Will Stage Exorcism...

Deepak Chopra: Richard Dawkins is a bad scientist and his arrogance
pisses me off

Illinois man arrested for murder of ex-girlfriend, body found in
backseat of car

Bill Maher levels GOP Rep. Kline: He embodies D.C’s ‘easily-swayed
whores and sellouts’

West Virginia cop caught threatening woman filming rough arrest of
terminally ill man

The fight isn’t over: Voting rights may be headed back to the Supreme
Court

NFL running back Adrian Peterson indicted for allegedly abusing
4-year-old boy

‘F*ck off, you fat *ss!’: Enraged minivan mom caught on camera berating
motorist

US denies threatening Foley family over raising ransom

No evidence whistleblower Edward Snowden raised concerns internally: NSA

Police in three states hunt for gunman after trooper shot dead at
Pennsylvania barracks

Federal judge rules that Arizona gay widower is entitled to federal
spousal benefits

Details emerge in Adrian Peterson child abuse case: ‘I’m all tearing
that butt up when needed’

‘Django Unchained’ actress detained by cops because they assumed she
was a hooker

Deepak Chopra: Richard Dawkins is a bad scientist and his arrogance
pisses me off
(I agree; man is Dawkins full of himself)

The story of a civilization can be found in the materials used to build
it

Texas high school chemistry teacher arrested with date rape drug
‘recipes’ in her backpack

Golfing great Greg Norman almost severs hand with chainsaw

Details emerge in Adrian Peterson child abuse case: ‘I’m all tearing
that butt up when needed’

ISIS's latest strategy: Recruit female jihadis from America's heartland

Tucker Carlson suspects school indoctrination plot because children are
‘just learning too much’

‘Django Unchained’ actress detained by cops because they assumed she
was a hooker

Deepak Chopra: Richard Dawkins is a bad scientist and his arrogance
pisses me off

The story of a civilization can be found in the materials used to build
it

Texas high school chemistry teacher arrested with date rape drug
‘recipes’ in her backpack

Golfing great Greg Norman almost severs hand with chainsaw


John Oliver: Scotland seeks divorce because England has been ‘a little
bit of a dick’

Bernie Sanders in Iowa: Soldiers didn’t die ‘so billionaires could buy
elections’

Witnesses: ‘Django Unchained’ actress and boyfriend having sex in car
before police arrived'

Palin pushback: Family friend says other side started drunken Wasilla
birthday melee

California man killed ex-girlfriend's dog, then fed it to her, police
say

Arizona GOP official resigns after saying poor women should be
sterilized

Florida cops often drop rape cases unless victims tell them to
investigate: NYT

Milwaukee cop won’t be charged despite video proving she lied about
seeing illegal strip searches

Lindsey Graham unhinged: We will ‘all get killed back here’ if Obama
lets ISIS open ‘the gates of hell’

California man arrested following nine-hour standoff after firing on
ice cream truck, police

Newly discovered squirrel-like creatures suggest mammals first appeared
208 million years ago

Police conduct multi-state manhunt for gunman who ambushed two PA state
troopers

Luke Russert lands Meet the Press gig cuz everyone else is doin’
friggin’ drugs all weekend

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Texas sheriff boasts on Fox & Friends he’ll send ISIS to hell after
finding Koran on the border

Alabama pastor drives girl to city park to rape and sodomize her,
police say

Bible-pushing Christians open the door for Satanic activity books in
Florida schools

Hobby Lobby president Steve Green urges Christians to stand up to the
government

Georgia police: 16-year-old mom with baby guns down man selling PS4 on
Craigslist

LSU frat fight captured by man with most self-satisfied grin ever

92-year-old Colorado man died after homemade bomb exploded, police
believe

Wisc. GOP candidate now regrets tweeting ‘fags need 2 leave my favorite
state alone’

Six Florida prison officers jailed and fired for setting up inmate
beating, lying about it

Divers return to shipwreck where the ancient 'Antikythera Mechanism'
was found

Fox’s Steve Doocy: Schools should stop ‘brainwashing’ kids with
‘meatless Mondays’ plot






Sep 142014
 

Man Eater











J. Kingston Pierce,  the editor of The Rap Sheet and the senior editor ofJanuary Magazine, reviews Gar Anthony Haywood’s thriller Man Eater. 
Cutthroat film development executive Ronnie Deal (“smart, single, and beautiful — ‘heartbreak in a tall, dark hourglass,’ somebody had once called her”) is sitting in an L.A. bar one day, nursing her anger at a rival for fouling up her “breakout film,” when a “physically intimidating” black guy suddenly commences to wail on a “young, frail blonde woman” nearby. Reacting viscerally, her adrenaline poisoned by rage at her own manifest misfortunes, Ronnie shocks even herself by battering the thug unconscious with a beer bottle. Only later, when that same goon — freelance enforcer Neon Polk — subdues and rapes her in her own townhouse, then demands that she pay him $50,000 to leave her alone, does Ronnie realize the horror she’s invited into her life. And all because she’d impulsively defended a “career streetwalker” named Denise “Antsy” Carruth, from whom Polk was trying to retrieve $25,000 that had been stolen from drug dealer Bobby Funderburk. (Man Eater is nothing if not a gold mine of memorable appellations.) Now, determined to feel safe again from attack, and protect her reputation in the bargain, Ronnie decides that Neon’s lights have to be put out. Permanently.
To advance this plan, she decides to enlist the aforementioned Langford, an ex-con who did time for manslaughter and is now out on parole, trying to peddle an action-filled film script titled Street Iron. Ronnie figures to make “the most twisted screenplay-option ever conceived”: offer to purchase Langford’s work in exchange for him telling her how to whack Neon. But nothing goes smoothly in this tightly framed, sardonically humorous thriller. Langford initially resists Ronnie’s double-edged deal (he doesn’t want to go back to prison and lose contact again with his young daughter), though he ultimately agrees to help. Meanwhile, the gorgeous Ms. Deal’s weaselish colleague, Andy Gleason, is prowling for information he can use to destroy her, once and for all; a couple of deranged, drug-peddling brothers, Jaime and Jorge Ayala, have escaped their hospital beds and are gunning for Langford, who’d beaten them up during a dispute involving cold pizza; and Ronnie’s ex-husband is wheeling west from Colorado with a special passenger, intending to check up on her recent success. As these plots and subplots intertwine, often in unlikely ways that owe debts to Elmore Leonard and Carl Hiaasen, Gar Anthony Haywood delivers a standalone yarn that is as fast-paced as it is frothing with satirical commentary about the shark-infested suites of Tinseltown.
Man Eater shares its lightheartedness with Haywood’s Loudermilk novels (Bad News Travels Fast, 1995) and its more hard-boiled edge with his stories about L.A. private eye Aaron Gunner (All the Lucky Ones Are Dead, 1999), yet it’s unlike either series. The gorgeous, white Ronnie “Raw” Deal is a sharp-elbowed survivor with a determinedly concealed past and a wit that could flay layers from stone. (“I’ll tell you what’s ridiculous,” she says to Andy Gleason early in this story. “The fact that you were born without a tail, and can pass by a cheese tray at parties without eating everything on it.”) Her relationship with African-American Langford is slow to ignite, but there’s satisfaction in seeing these two find common cause. And a late scene in which the Ayala brothers — one more comically infirm than the other — threaten the two main characters is a guaranteed curative to anyone’s foul mood. Regrettably, several of this story’s actors never achieve much depth, and the subplot about Ronnie’s ex provides little more than a banal opportunity for 11th-hour poignancy. Such faults can be forgiven, though, in a novel as vital and entertainingly vicious as this one.
J. Kingston Pierce is a longtime Seattle journalist and editor of the crime-fiction blog The Rap Sheet, which has won the Spinetingler Award and been nominated for an Anthony Award. He also writes the book-design blog Killer Coversand serves as the senior editor of January Magazine. Pierce is the author of more than half a dozen non-fiction books, including San Francisco: Yesterday & Today (2009)Eccentric Seattle (2003) and America’s Historic Trails with Tom Bodett (1997).
Sep 142014
 

            

     
     

Dan Borris/The New York Times, via Redux

Elmore Leonard’s Rocky Road to Fame and Fortune
It took him 30 years of writing to make it big. Maybe his drinking slowed him up. Or publishers didn’t know how to sell him. But no one ever said Leonard didn’t know how to write.
Before he hit the best-seller list for the first time with Glitz in 1985, Elmore Leonard spent more than 30 years writing pulp crime novels and westerns that sold in paperback racks in drug stores and bus stations. After Glitz, he’d keep writing for 28 more years, until he died last summerat 87. He became a mainstay on the best-seller list, praised by critics for his lean prose and colorful, propulsive stories, and above all for his mastery of the rhythm and melody of American speech. But well before he became our most famous crime novelist, Leonard was doing all the things for which he would later be celebrated. It just took people a while to catch on to how good he really was.
Now Leonard is being canonized by The Library of America, which is collecting his novels in what will eventually be a 3-volume set. The just released Volume One features Leonard’s early Detroit crime novels (Fifty-Two Pick Up, Swag, Unknown Man No. 89, and The Switch). Volume II appears next year, Volume III in 2016. If you haven’t read Leonard’s work from the ’70s, you have no idea how much fun you’re going to have.
For more on the “overnight success” of a working writer, let’s turn to this fine profile of Leonard by Mike Lupica. “St. Elmore’s Fire” originally appeared in the April 1987 issue of Esquire and is featured here with the author’s permission.
There he is at Tigers Stadium in Detroit on a September baseball night hanging on to summer. He is getting ready to watch Jack Morris, the Tigers ace, go for win number nineteen against the Toronto Blue Jays. Elmore Leonard looks just like what a drunk mistakenly called him once in his drinking days, back at this joint called Stan’s in Fort Lauderdale: little Princeton s.o.b. Tweed jacket, highforeheaded, soft voice, round tortoiseshell glasses, corduroy slacks. Not anything like a tough-guy novelist who works the street the way Updike works the suburbs.
“You know who you look like?” says an usher.
He’s stopped next to Leonard’s seat on the aisle. The usher is from the Bismarck Food Service, wearing a blue Bismarck jersey, carrying a Bismarck bucket filled with soft drinks. Name tag says MARK, IRVING. He is fifty maybe.
Leonard says, “Who?” Then he does what he does about every ten minutes, which is light up a True green and smoke it down to his wrist.
“Elmore Leonard the writer.” It is one though to Irving Mark of Bismarck, no commas.
“Well, I am.”
“No kidding?” Mark puts down the bucket.
“No kidding.”
“I just bought your book, Glitz.The one in Atlantic City with the cop and the hooker and the crazy guy and so forth. Five bucks.”
“Well, thank you.”
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http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2014/09/13/elmore-leonard-s-rocky-road-to-fame-and-fortune.html

Gravetapping: A MAMMOTH MURDER by Bill Crider

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Sep 132014
 



Gravetapping by Ben Boulden



Posted: 11 Sep 2014 02:03 PM PDT
“Bud Turley, called Bud Squirrelly by those who thought he had a lot of peculiar ideas, put the gigantic tooth down on Sheriff Dan Rhodes’s desk and said, ‘I want you to take custody of this tooth, Sheriff’”

With that opening, the very essence of both A Mammoth Murder and Bill Crider’s character Sheriff Dan Rhodes is laid bare: humorous, witty and entertaining. A Mammoth Murder was originally published in 2006 by St. Martin’s Press, and it is the 13th mystery to feature Blacklin County Sheriff Dan Rhodes.   

Bud Turley found the tooth in Blacklin County’s version of the Bermuda Triangle. A patch of dark timbered country called “Big Woods,” which is home to a mean-spirited pack of wild hogs, rattle snakes, copperheads, cottonmouths, and rumors of Bigfoot. Turley is certain the tooth he found belongs to the later and he wants Sheriff Rhodes to protect it until an expert—a local community college teacher—can look at it the next day.

A report of a dead body in Big Woods interrupts Rhodes’s enjoyment of the tooth. The dead man is Bud Turley’s best (and only) friend Larry Colley whose body is discovered alarmingly close to where Bigfoot’s tooth was found. The death toll rises when an elderly shopkeeper is found dead in her store. Rhodes is certain the murders are connected, but he is continually bothered by a feeling of missing something both important and obvious.

A Mammoth Murder is a charming, sly, and entertaining novel. The mystery is quirky and sincere. The dialogue is sharp and genuinely funny; most of it coming from the mouths of Rhodes’s dispatcher and jailer, Hack and Lawton. The two jab at each ferociously and enjoy, more than just a little, playing with Rhodes’s patience.

The story is bolstered by a colorful cast—Bigfoot hunters, amateur crime writers, a local newspaper reporter better at her job than Rhodes would like, and Rhodes’s wife Ivy, who put him on a low fat diet and knows nothing about his daily Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Not to mention Hack and Lawton.        

The mystery is great, too. There are enough red herrings to keep the reader interested, and just enough action to make it exciting. Even better, there is something of a cold case thrown in—a young boy was killed in Big Woods ten years earlier, and Sheriff Rhodes is certain it is connected with the two recent killings—and the resolution is very satisfying. 

Headlines that shouldn’t be true but are

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Sep 122014
 

Stephen Colbert’s slam on Fox’s Brit Hume last night was too off-color
for this headline

Cops fatally shoot Utah man carrying a sword, but they won’t say why

Sarah Palin: ‘I owe America a global apology because John McCain should
be our president’

Ben Carson tells Bill O’Reilly: ‘I’m not sure’ that domestic violence
is widespread

Hannity guest: Rice’s wife ‘knocked herself out’ on elevator railing so
he’s the ‘bigger victim’

Mass. woman arrested after three dead babies discovered in filthy
condemned home

Fox’s ‘liberal’ Bob Beckel tells female colleague her legs are why she
has a job

Sarah Palin: ‘I owe America a global apology because John McCain should
be our president’

Stephen Colbert’s slam on Fox’s Brit Hume last night was too off-color
for this headline

Cops fatally shoot Utah man carrying a sword, but they won’t say why

If you’ve had sushi in California in the last four years, you probably
ate tainted ‘flush rice’

After the riots, Ferguson businesses long for normal: ‘People are too
scared to come down’

Texas teen Tyler Holder sentenced to life in prison for rape, murder of
6-year-old neighbor

Michael Dunn will be retried on murder charges for killing 17-year-old
over loud music

Anchorage police confirm Palin family involved in heated Saturday night
brawl

 Witchcraft-obsessed townsfolk try to drive out teen who opened Naughty
Girls Donut Shop

Texas textbooks once again pushing exaggerated claims about religion’s
role in US history

Hannity guest: Rice’s wife ‘knocked herself out’ on elevator railing so
he’s the ‘bigger victim’

ESPN: Ray Rice told NFL commissioner Roger Goodell in June that he hit
his fiancee

Michael Dunn will be retried on murder charges for killing 17-year-old
over loud music

Watch warrantless police raid onKY dive bar: ‘If you’re clean, you get
to go out the front door’

Ben Carson tells Bill O’Reilly: ‘I’m not sure’ that domestic violence
is widespread

STANDING HER GROUND
Colorado woman pointed rifle at kids over boy practicing the clarinet
in yard

SAD
NC deputy won’t be charged after leaving K-9 overnight in hot patrol
car, where the dog died

James Foley’s mother ‘embarrassed and appalled’ by US government actions

Mass. woman arrested after three dead babies discovered in filthy
condemned home


AZ GOP vice-chair calls for sterilizing poor women: If you want a baby,
get a job

Maryland GOP candidate: ‘Women want equality,’ Ray Rice just gave ‘some
of it’ to wife

Road-raging George Zimmerman faces no charges after threatening to
shoot another driver



Sep 122014
 




Low End Of Nowhere by author Michael Stone





MICHAEL STONE ON WRITING THE STREETER NOVELS

I’ve always loved the write. I was a newspaper reporter for twelve years before I started my private investigations business. I also took a whack at writing a mystery/crime fiction novel back in the mid 1980s. I really liked noir crime movies so I tried to write a novel along those lines. I got some interest from a fairly well-known New York agent. She liked my writing but not the book I wrote. Go figure. She asked me what crime fiction authors I read. I thought about and realized I never actually read any crime fiction or mystery novels.
The agent was surprised. She made two suggestions. One, keep writing and, two, start reading novels in the genre. Get the feel for what makes a good novel like this. I took her advice. Or at least half her advice. I started reading the greats of the genre: Elmore Leonard, James Crumley, Raymond Chandler, etc. Reading was more fun than writing and a lot easier. Eight years went by and I hadn’t written a word. All the while, I felt guilty because I knew I should write another novel. It finally dawned on me that I was putting off the inevitable.
It really hit home when I went to a book signing by Walter Mosley, author of the Easy Rawlins series. I asked him to sign the book to me, “the best PI in Denver.” He got a kick out of that and he asked me about my background. When I told him I had been a newspaper reporter and then a PI he just shook his head and said I should be writing crime fiction. I had the perfect background for it.
Within a couple of weeks I began writing The Low End of Nowhere. Eleven months later I had a two-book deal with Viking/Penguin. Apparently it was the right time for me to get writing. All my experiences in both the newspapers and the PI game went into my books. I didn’t get my stories from those experiences, but I got my characters from them. In my writing I would start with a couple of characters, put them in a difficult situation and see how they got out of it. I heard Elmore Leonard give a talk once and that’s basically what he said he did. It made sense to me.
I really believe if you don’t have interesting characters that people care about, all the action and plot twists in the world don’t matter. Create interesting characters, good guys and bad guys, and bring them to life. They’ll think of something interesting to do. The best compliment I received from readers was that they could clearly picture the characters in my books. Almost all my characters were all based on someone I knew or had met at least briefly. I didn’t try to recreate those people but rather they were a starting point for a character. I’d take something about a person that appealed to me or interested me or maybe even repulsed me and just run with it. They became real to me and behaved the way I imagined they would under the circumstances I put them in.
I’m not saying plot isn’t important. Of course it is. We read stories not character profiles. But when the characters become real enough and alive enough to the writer they almost start doing and saying things on their own. That’s what makes writing not just interesting but compelling and a butt load of fun.
My main character, Streeter, was based loosely on a childhood friend of mine. Also, he had certain traits I had or wished I had. Once he and I got in sync everything else fell into place. I hope you like him as much as I do.



Sep 112014
 

Teacher’s job threatened after he compares his school to
lesbian-creating concentration camp

Woman sues Costco for telling her to ‘be friendly’ to the customer
stalking her

Man who called 911 in Ohio Walmart shooting changes his story after
viewing video

Bill Maher: If Hillary gets the 2016 nomination, I’ll vote for Rand Paul

Texas man shoots at Frisbee golfer, barricades himself in home because
disc lands in his yard

IOWA SHOOTING
Ex-city manager killed after shooting at official in public meeting to
protest property taxes

Bryan Fischer: Ban atheists from the military because ‘genuine
Americans’ will die for God

Judge who ordered shock for disruptive ‘sovereign citizen’ banned from
hearing cases

Truthers commemorate 9/11 with Times Square ad showing WTC 7 imploding
on infinite loop

Ohio woman raped after bus driver boots her onto street at 1 a.m. over
a broken flip-flop

Trial begins for mother who fatally poisoned her autistic son in posh
hotel room

Florida official guns down wife, then himself in locked bedroom as
10-year-old daughter listens

Home Intruder Caught Cooking Corn Cob: Cops

Thieves Steal 100 Onions That 5th Graders Grew For Charity

Who Erected This Anatomically Complete Naked Satan Statue?...

BONUS  she coulda been vp or maybe even--my God--prez
Anchorage police confirm Palin family involved in heated Saturday night
brawl


The Palin family was reportedly involved in a messy fistfight on
Saturday night that involved at least 20 people in Anchorage, Alaska at
an event sponsored by the annual Iron Dog snowmobile race.
Details are still sketchy, but Wonkette.com reported Thursday morning
that a spokesperson for the Anchorage Police Department confirmed that
members of the Palin family were involved in a public fight in
Anchorage on Saturday night, but that no arrests were made because no
one pressed charges.
“Well, look who is doing some journamalism,” quipped Wonkette editor
and owner Rebecca Schoenkopf, “it is us, yr Wonkette.”
“Anita in the Anchorage Police Department’s communications office is
sitting at her desk at 7:15 a.m. on a Thursday, so probs they are
waiting for a whole mess of calls from Jake Tapper or whatever,”
Schoenkopf continued, “and Anita confirms that a huge bloody mess of a
brawl between multiple subjects took place Saturday night, and that the
Palins were ‘present.’”
Local blogger Jessie Griffin at the Immoral Minority wrote on
Wednesday, “According to the grapevine Track had some altercation with
a person who may or may not have once dated one of the Palin girls.
That led to some pushing and shoving, which escalated somehow to the
family being asked to leave the premises.”
“However before that could happen a certain former abstinence
spokesperson unleashed a flurry of blows at some as of yet identified
individual before being pulled off by by another partygoer, after which
Todd apparently puffed up his chest and made some threatening remarks.
(The “C’ word may have been uttered at one point,)” said the blog.
Alaskan political blogger Amanda Coyne said she was able to piece
together a version of events from sources who witnessed the
out-of-control brawl.
“There’s some sort of unofficial birthday/Iron Dog-type/snowmachine
party in Anchorage. A nice, mellow party, until the Palins show up,”
Coyne wrote. “There’s beer, of course, and maybe other things. Which is
all fine, but just about the time when some people might have had one
too many, a Track Palin stumbles out of a stretch Hummer, and
immediately spots an ex-boyfriend of Willow’s. Track isn’t happy with
this guy, the story goes. There’s words, and more.”
“The owner of the house gets involved, and he probably wished he
hadn’t,” Coyne continued. “At this point, he’s up against nearly the
whole Palin tribe: Palin women screaming. Palin men thumping their
chests. Word is that Bristol has a particularly strong right hook,
which she employed repeatedly, and it’s something to hear when Sarah
screams, ‘Don’t you know who I am!’ And it was particularly wonderful
when someone in the crowd screamed back, ‘This isn’t some damned
Hillbilly reality show!’”
“No, it’s what happens when the former First Family of Alaska comes
knocking. As people were leaving in a cab, Track was seen on the
street, shirtless, flipping people off, with Sarah right behind him,
and Todd somewhere in the foreground, tending to his bloody nose,” she
concluded.
It’s difficult to say how much of this is true, based as it is on what
witnesses claim to have seen and heard.
In an update posted Thursday, Griffin said she spoke to homeowner Chris
Olds, who confirmed that the melee took place in his residence and that
he was repeatedly struck by Bristol Palin.
Anchorage Police confirmed to Griffin that at least 20 people were
involved in the fight, but reports differ as to who started the brawl
and why.

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Sara Paretsky: By the Book

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Sep 112014
 




SEPT. 11, 2014
        
From The New York Times
The author of the V. I. Warshawski novels, most recently “Critical Mass,” was hugely influenced by “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”: “I felt as though I’d fallen into words and wanted to drown in them.”
What books are currently on your night stand?
I’m trying hard to read Thomas Piketty’s “Capital in the Twenty-First Century” but keep returning to fiction. Right now: John Williams’s “Stoner,” Claude Izner’s “Strangled in Paris.”
Who is your favorite novelist of all time? And your favorite novelist writing today? 
I don’t have an all-time favorite. There are books I reread or wish I’d written. I love the Victorians: Elizabeth Gaskell, Charles Dickens, George Eliot, in that order. I loved “Gilead” and “Wolf Hall,” which is a staggering achievement. I reread Barbara Pym and Jane Austen and my old detective favorites when I’m stressed out.
Who are your favorite writers of detective fiction?
Margery Allingham among the classics. Peter Dickinson, Dorothy Salisbury Davis, Dorothy Hughes.
Which do you consider the best detective stories of all time, and why?
Anna Katharine Green, for defining the consulting detective for the 19th century; Wilkie Collins, for playing with the form and transforming it; Dashiell Hammett, for reinventing the form for the 20th century; the Holmes oeuvre, for making detective fiction popular in both Great Britain and America; Amanda Cross and Lillian O’Donnell, for opening the door that enabled Marcia Muller, Linda Barnes, Sue Grafton and me to challenge the form in new ways.
What makes a good detective novel?
Believable characters first, a good story, an understanding of how to pace dramatic action. I like commitment by a writer, to the form, to the story — there are lots of slick writers of crime fiction who aren’t writing out of passion, but for the market. They write good English sentences, but for me, the lack of commitment makes them uninteresting.
for the rest go here: http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/14/books/review/sara-paretsky-by-the-book.html?ref=books






Sep 102014
 

Ray Bradbury Writes Noir: Death Is a Lonely Business

EDWARD A. GRAINGER  FROM CRIMINAL ELEMENT













Ed here: This is one of my favorite Ray Bradbury collections. Plenty of used copies available.
I suspect most people think of science fiction and fantasy when they hear the name Ray Bradbury, who—along withIsaac AsimovPhillip K. DickRobert A. Heinlein, andArthur C. Clarke—represented the very best of modern thought-provoking and socially-conscious escapism. His Fahrenheit 451,The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man, to name a few, are required reading for any serious student of sci-fi/fantasy. But apart from his legions of dedicated fans, many may not be aware that Mr. Bradbury took a stab at several noir novels rather late in his career, the first of which was 1985’s Death Is a Lonely Business, his first full-length novel in over a decade. The book is dedicated to several notables of crime fiction including Raymond ChandlerDashiell Hammett, and Ross Macdonald. To their noir hardboiled legacy, he writes in his own Bradbury-ian elegance, fusing the well-worn (and, frankly, by then, tired) detective novel with a great deal of his distinct lyrical flair. Examples: “books clustered like vultures with their black feathers and dusty golden stares” and “Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.” To his credit, Mr. Bradbury never borders on parody or pastiche (a problem I’ve noticed with other writers when attempting to emulate the golden era masters) and instead paves his own path down those shadowed mean streets cluttered with desperate and longing characters.
The novel opens with an unnamed twenty-seven-year old protagonist—a writer very much like the young Ray Bradbury—who irreverently calls himself the Great American Novelist, traveling on a lonely railcar with only one other man on the train. The fellow passenger begins eerily moaning and wandering about, which is enough to creep out the writer, but the chill culminates when the eccentric rider whispers to the writer’s back, “Death is a lonely business.” Bradbury had me wondering in this scene, is this other passenger flesh and blood or a spectral presence?
After the writer quickly disembarks, attempting to forget the dreadful voice “exhaling vapors of fear,” he retires to his barren room where he stares at the blank page of an unfinished book. He lives a meagre existence, with his only source of income being an occasional sale to a detective or science fiction pulp magazine, and those are few and far between. Adding to his despair, he’s missing his girlfriend, Peg, who is studying far away in Mexico City.

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Headlines that shouldn’t be true but are

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Sep 102014
 

'Hail Hitler' spray-painted in NY...

Swastikas across Miami...

TEXAS TO KILL WITH EXPIRED DRUG?

U2 Releases New Album FREE on iTunes...
No Money in CD Sales...

Ted Cruz: SNL’s Lorne Michaels could be thrown in jail if Dems undo
‘Citizens United’
(huh?)

Louie Gohmert: Refugees steal ‘dreams’ of Americans, and are ‘a threat
to our existence’


Runaway goats invade train station in Spain

Colbert: GOP’s attempt at female outreach leaves women ‘confused and
embarrassed’

Jon Stewart: Al Qaeda vs. ISIS is the new Coke vs. Pepsi

Military Eyewitness Captures 'Transparent UFO' On Night Vision

Woman Suspected Of Masturbating In Public On Motorcycle

Man Stabs Coworker Who Ate His Meatball: Cops
(he had it comin')

Police Searching For Prowler Uncover Incest Instead

Church Leader Suspected Of Attempted Dog Sex

Sex Toy Stuck In Woman's Vagina For 10 YEARS

Man Puts Girlfriend's Toddler Son In Dryer, Turns It On: Cops

Bible College Founder Pleads Guilty To Using Foreign Students As Slave
Labor, Even Though Slavery Is In The Bible