Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Censorship?

From the Rap Sheet comes the odd news that Graeme Flanagan's excellent archive of Robert McGinnis covers is coming down because someone complained that the site contains direct links to live porn sites. I've been all over that site and never come across any porn links. Even if there were, I'm fairly certain that linking to a porn site isn't a crime unless you're in Saudi Arabia or Utah. Unfortunately, the note Mr. Flanagan sent out is vague about exactly who is pressuring him to take down the site. Is it his ISP? McGinnis' family? Dick Cheney? If some jerkass had pulled the copyright card I would understand why the site is coming down, but I just don't understand what's supposed to be going on here. It's quite puzzling.

Wednesday Paperback Cover


I don't know who this Uncle Good was, but his cabin certainly seems like an interesting place. And it turns out John Faulkner really was William's brother.(Thanks for Ed Gorman for pointing that out.)

Saturday, January 19, 2008

One more Edgar Nomination to mention

In my previous post, I left out the short story nomination "The Catch" - Still Waters by Mark Ammons (Level Best Books). Ammons won the Robert L. Fish award this year. That means all but one short story nominated for the Edgar this year has appeared in a small press anthology.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Edgar Nominations


So, the Edgar nominations are out. Independent presses fared very well this year, Bleak House in particular. Reed Coleman's Soul Patch got a nod for best novel and Craig McDonald's Head Games got a nomination for best first novel. "Blue Note" by Stuart Kaminsky, which appeared in Chicago Blues, got a best short story nomination. If there were ever an occasion for the Bleak House crew to dip into the hookers & blow slush fund this is it.

Other Independent press nominees include

Best Paperback Original:

Cruel Poetry by Vicki Hendricks (Serpent's Tail)
Robbie's Wife by Russell Hill (Hard Case Crime)

Best Short Story:

"The Golden Gopher" – Los Angeles Noir by Susan Straight (Akashic Books)
"Uncle" – A Hell of a Woman” by Daniel Woodrell (Busted Flush Press)

Best First Novel

Snitch Jacket by Christopher Goffard (The Rookery Press)





Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Review of A Diet of Treacle


A Diet of Treacle (Hard Case Crime, 2007), by Lawrence Block is not exactly a lost classic, but it is an enjoyable read. Originally published pseudonymously under the execrable title Pads are for Passion, the novel was originally marketed as a sleaze paperback, promising to lay bare the dark heart of decadent Greenwich Village for people whose experience with New York City was probably limited to layovers at LaGuardia.

The story follows Korean War vet and dropout Joe Milani and Anita Carbone, a good girl from uptown, who comes to the Village looking for excitement, as they try to get their lives together. This would be a rather simple task were in not for Joe’s roommate and best friend Shank, who deals weed. When Shank’s connection gets busted, he goes looking for a new one. His new connection wants Shank to push heroin, however, and that’s when things get complicated.

The plot, such as it is, is remarkably spare, and there is a lot of telling instead of showing to flesh out the characters’ backgrounds. Still, Block, even in his early days, was a talented storyteller, and the book is an effortless read. For a book that was supposed to be titillating, it is remarkably tame. One minor character is coyly described as a virgin, but it is made clear that she enjoys some sort of intercourse. Apparently, to go into any more detail would be too scandalous even for an early Sixties sleaze novel.

While A Diet of Treacle does not rise to the level of Block’s later work, it moves so quickly a reader will hardly notice the book’s flaws. Even as a journeyman writer Block had a light touch and a gift for narrative that make even his lesser efforts worth a look.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Review of The Chinaman


There is not much in English about Swiss author Friedrich Glauser. Until Bitter Lemon Press started translating his Sergeant Studer novels a few years ago, he was more or less unknown in the English speaking world, despite having a major crime fiction prize named after him in Germany. What little information is available about him is intriguing. He was a morphine addict, and perhaps a schizophrenic, who spent a good portion of his life in prison and asylums. In fact, he started his writing career while in an asylum. The latest novel to be translated into English by Mike Mitchell is The Chinaman (Bitter Lemon Press, 2008). The fourth of the Studer novels, The Chinaman finds Studer trying to solve the murder of the titular character, James Farny, who is not Chinese, but Swiss. Studer gives him the nickname after seeing his slanted eyes.

Studer meets Farny by chance one night when his motorcycle runs out of gas, and he has to stop at an inn to get more gas. Farny tells Studer that he fears he will be murdered and, four months later he is found shot to death on the grave of the recently deceased wife of the village poorhouse’s warden. Some think it is a suicide, but Studer knows better and sets out to find the culprit.

The novel itself is a cross between Agatha Christie and CSI. Using primitive forensic investigation techniques, Studer uncovers not one, but two murders and tries to winnow down a long suspect list. When Studer does unmask the culprits, he does so in a fashion befitting Poiroit or Nero Wolfe. The story itself is not exceptional, but the author’s anger is. As befitting someone who spent a good deal of his life hounded by the authorities for the victimless crime of self-medicating, Glauser has a strong libertarian streak which is evident in his writing. In The Chinaman his wrath is largely focused on the way the poor are rounded up and warehoused in poorhouses. The most contemptible character in the novel is the poorhouse warden, who will spout off to anyone who will listen about the intractable problem of “pauperism.” The flipside is Ludwig Farny, nephew of the deceased and a poorhouse inmate, who, though poor, manages to be intelligent, honest and noble. While this is, in may ways, a drawing room mystery, complete with all the suspects brought together for the climax, it’s not every drawing room mystery that contains a call to smash the state.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Tuesday, January 1, 2008