When ex-sheriff Ken Burke is attacked and winds up in an unusual coma, the former hitman Sangster finds himself pulled into the world of Voodoo in order to save his friend. Sangster discovers he has stepped into a hornet’s nest as the search leads him through a myriad of French Quarter Voodoo businesses, a Catholic church, a mysterious Voodoo priest in the bayou while avoiding the next
I haven't read that many issues of DETECTIVE FICTION WEEKLY, but all the ones I've read have been good. This one sports a cover by Rudolph Belarski, and the line-up of authors includes Richard Sale, Hugh B. Cave, Howard Wandrei, William R. Cox, and Cleve F. Adams. That's a top-notch group, all the way around.
This e-book collection brings together a second trio of complete novels from Wayne D. Dundee's Joe Hannibal series, some of the finest private eye novels you'll ever find. If you haven't made Joe's acquaintance yet, I strongly recommend that you pick up both collections. I guarantee you'll be entertained. (And as for that cover...yowza. I'm not talking about my blurb, either.)
For my first Forgotten Book of the new year, we've got another old favorite author of mine whose work I've been reading since high school. Frank Kane has come in for a good deal of criticism over the years because of the formulaic nature of his books and his tendency to cannibalize his earlier work, but for some reason his private eye yarns nearly always resonate well with me. They're
Not exactly a cheerful, festive Christmas cover, is it? The story it illustrates is by Johnston McCulley and is called "Death Plays Santa Claus". Other authors in this issue are the dependable Norman A. Daniels and Joe Archibald. I hope I haven't ruined your Christmas spirit!
For more than three decades, Joe Hannibal has stood tall on the fictional PI landscape. The Hannibal books and stories have been translated into several languages and have been nominated for an Edgar, an Anthony, and a total of six Shamus Awards. Almost from the outset, Hannibal was dubbed "the blue collar PI" due in equal parts to the series' initial smaller-city setting of Rockford,
Nice dramatic cover on this issue of DETECTIVE SHORT STORIES and a good group of authors inside: Donald Barr Chidsey, Philip Ketchum, Carl McK. Saunders (who I recently found out was also Philip Ketchum), Hugh B. Cave, and assorted others not familiar to me. I don't think I've ever read an issue of DETECTIVE SHORT STORIES, but it looks like a pretty good pulp.
Robert J. Randisi says that as far as he can figure, his new mystery novel McKENNA'S HOUSE is his 620th novel. I know what he means by that. I've written a little more than half that many, and I'm not a hundred per cent certain that my total is correct. It may be off by one or two. But regardless of how many books Bob has written, I know that I haven't read anywhere close to all of them. Maybe
When I was in high school I was a big fan of Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels and read all of them I could get my hands on. That was pretty easy in those days, since Pyramid Books had reprinted almost the entire series in paperback and used copies were plentiful. I think I eventually read all of them. But I don't recall reading anything else by Rohmer, whose real name was Arthur Sarsfield Ward.
After the death of his estranged father, middle-aged insurance investigator Lazarus McKenna leaves Chicago and moves into his father's house—the house he grew up in—and establishes his business in Omaha, NE. Eventually, his lonely life is invaded by a young woman and a small boy who may or may not be on the run. Finding them in a bus station, he takes them into his care—and home—on a cold