Sunday, April 13, 2008

The “Perfect” Crimes

Britain’s Daily Telegraph may not be the best arbiter of what people ought to be reading; indeed, it’s recent list of “Fifty Crime Writers to Read Before You Die” had so many holes in it, that those of us here at The Rap Sheet are developing a rival list of our own. But at least the newspaper’s commitment to book reading is demonstrated by its editors producing such lists.

Their latest effort at influencing reading habits is to catalogue what they believe are 110 books that would together constitute “The Perfect Library.” Some of the choices are pretty obvious (David Copperfield, 1984, Frankenstein, One Hundred Years of Solitude), while others have been lumped into “supercategories” (Books That Changed the World, Books That Changed Your World) that somehow make them sound less approachable than they really are.

With its crime-fiction picks, the Telegraph suggests, unfortunately, that this genre’s best days are behind it. None of these titles debuted later than 1989, and most come from the mid-20th century:
The Talented Mr. Ripley
Patricia Highsmith

Tom Ripley is one of 20th-century literature’s most disturbingly fascinating characters: a suave, charming serial killer, who’s utterly amoral in his pursuit of la dolce vita.

The Maltese Falcon
Dashiell Hammett

A tale of greed and deceit that’s also the archetypal work of 20th-century detective fiction: complete with flawed hero (Sam Spade), femme fatale and a convoluted plot that unravels grippingly.

The Complete Sherlock Holmes
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

It’s one of literature’s most wonderful ironies that Conan Doyle himself became a spiritualist so soon after creating the most famously rational character in all literature.

The Big Sleep
Raymond Chandler

His oeuvre may be small, but with the help of long-time protagonist P.I. Philip Marlowe--who appears here for the first time--Chandler helped define the genres of detective fiction and, later, film noir.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
John le Carré

Le Carré, master of the Cold War novel, follows British spymaster George Smiley as he tries to uncover a Moscow mole, and faces his KGB nemesis, Karla.

Red Dragon
Thomas Harris

Hannibal Lecter’s second literary appearance sees him called upon by old FBI chum (and near-victim) Will Graham, to help solve the case of the serially morbid ‘Tooth Fairy’.

Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie

From Istanbul to London, Hercule Poirot’s little grey cells rattle away to improbable effect as he untangles the mystery of the life and violent death of a sinister passenger.

The Murders in the Rue Morgue
Edgar Allan Poe

Poe’s blackly ingenious tale of brutal murder in 19th-century Paris establishes C. Auguste Dupin, a man of ‘peculiar analytic ability’, as the model for pretty much every intellectual detective to come.

The Woman in White
Wilkie Collins

A sensational 19th-century epistolary tale of women in peril adds one of the most charismatic, refined and straightforwardly fat villains to the pantheon.

Killshot
Elmore Leonard

Leonard is known for his pithy dialogue and freaky characters. Here he manages to create a sweatily suspenseful thriller, with a married couple as the unexpected heroes.
You’ll find the paper’s full, 110-story list here.

(Hat tip to Marshal Zeringue’s Campaign for the American Reader.)

Is It Cake Time Yet?

Today is the 65th birthday of prolific crime novelist Bill Pronzini, author of the long-running “Nameless Detective” series and recent winner of the Grand Master Award, given out annually by the Mystery Writers of America (MWA). Pronzini’s second book (after a standalone called The Stalker, 1971) and first Nameless novel, The Snatch, was published in 1971. In May of this year, the 32nd installment of that notable series, Fever, is due out in bookstores.

By way of celebration, the short-story review blog Nasty. Brutish. Short. considers one of Pronzini’s Nameless tales, “Souls Burning.” It’s only the third of Pronzini’s abbreviated yarns to be featured in NBS. (The previous two are here and here.)

To find a pretty thorough (if perhaps not exhaustive) rundown of Pronzini’s amazing output over the decades, visit The Thrilling Detective Web Site.

Happy birthday, Bill!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Ma! They’re at It Again!

The Sons of Suicide, survivors of the late and infamous Suicide Club of Farmers Market (“How come you guys never spend any money, but take up a table for hours?”) are at it again, this time coagulating at my favorite bookstore, Mysteries to Die For in Thousand Oaks, California (about 50 miles from Los Angeles), at 11:30 a.m. on May 10 to help sell John Shannon’s new The Devils of Bakersfield. Crime-fiction fans in general and Shannon enthusiasts (how could you not be?) in particular are welcome to join us at MTDF (2940 Thousand Oaks Boulevard, 805-374-0084). Bring your wallet; there should be lots of pens there for signing.

Coming to Blows in the Windy City

There’s a new no-nonsense female private detective in Chicago: Georgia Davis, a former cop who is tough and smart enough to give even the legendary V.I. Warshawski a run for her money. And Warshawski creator Sara Paretsky provides Libby Fischer Hellmann, her colleague from the blog The Outfit, with a gracious nod in the jacket copy for Hellmann’s new book, Easy Innocence.

Hellmann, who put together last year’s Chicago Blues, a wonderfully evocative anthology of mystery stories, also writes a series about video producer and single mother Ellie Foreman (who we learn was involved in the case that led to Davis’ suspension). Davis is something else again: deeply moral in the best way, grittier, more noir, a throwback to the best of Dashiell Hammett.

Hellmann knows how to distill the essence of a character in a few unadorned but dead-right sentences. “If anything was wrong with him, his wife Joyce, a strong plain-speaking woman with so much energy she could power the lights at Wrigley Field by herself, would be all over him with a list of remedies she’d discovered on the Internet,” she says of a former police mentor who gets Davis her first decent private case.

A beautiful, smart junior at Newfield School in Winnetka (“considered one of the most prestigious public schools in the country, but it was a place that mirrored both the best and the worst of teenage life”) is murdered in a park. She is involved in a nasty hazing incident by a group of senior girls who cover her head with a bucket filled with fish guts and leave her. A mentally troubled man sees the incident and hears her cries for help, but before he can get to her, someone else beats her to death with a baseball bat. The police find the man, a registered sex offender, nearby with the bat in his hand and the girl’s blood on his shirt.

But some people--the man’s caregiver sister, Davis’ police friend, and soon Davis herself, hired by the sister--doubt his guilt. Nagging questions arise: Why did police not mention the hazing incident until they were forced to acknowledge it? What pressure was brought from above to steamroll the case to trial? Could it have something to do with the fact that one of the girls involved is the daughter of the ambitious new state’s attorney?In the end, after more blood has been spilled and a chain of lies has been broken, a friend of Davis’ asks:

“‘This life of yours. How can you do it day after day? Doesn’t it get to you? Don’t you ever want to be--normal?’”

To which Davis answers:

“‘Who says I’m not “normal,” whatever that is?’”

All of our detectives should be so normal. And all of them should have Hellmann on hand to get the message out.

That’s Right, Free Books!

Don’t forget about our competition to win a free advance reader copy of Volk’s Shadow, by Brent Ghelfi. All you have to do is send us the titles (and author names) from one or more Russian-set crime novels/thrillers that you’ve enjoyed in the past, along with a sentence or two about what you found appealing in those books. It doesn’t matter whether your picks are recent works, or others with a bit of age on them.

All entries should be e-mailed to jpwrites@sprynet.com. Include your full name and snail-mail address in the body of the note. And in the subject line, write “Book Contest.” Entries must be received by this coming Monday, April 14. We’ll pick the five winners at random and announce them here on Wednesday, April 16.

The Upsides of Down Under

For readers who are curious about Australasian crime fiction, but don’t know where to begin exploring the field, AustCrimeFiction editor Karen Chisholm offers a handy starter pack of novels. Her suggestions include Peter Corris’ private-eye works, Geoff McGeachin’s “hilarious” Alby Murdoch spy series, Kerry Greenwood’s Phryne Fisher historical novels, and Fergus Hume’s 1886 classic, The Mystery of the Hansom Cab.

Again, click here to find all her suggestions.

Friday, April 11, 2008

The Deadliest Pen

I don’t remember now who led me to check out the Web site of illustrator Robert J. Kelly; I thought it was Bill Crider, but now I don’t see any mention of him in Crider’s blog. In an event, Kelly is apparently a New Jersey graphic designer, who has contributed his talents to a wide variety of magazines and other (likely higher-paying) clients, such as the National Basketball Association. He’s especially interesting to me, because of some spec covers he’s worked up for paperback crime novels in his spare time.

Kelly has a very powerful style, distinctive for its sharp contrasts between heavy black lines and robust colors. While his art might not be appropriate for, say, the Hard Case Crime series, it would certainly be eye-catching on other novel fronts. I am particularly fond of jackets he’s created for Claude Farrére’s 1958 novel Black Opium (the original paperback cover is here); a book he’s titled Dead Man’s Eyes, supposedly by Henry Kane (though I don’t see that title among Kane’s works); and a paperback he’s calling No Time for Sleep, and crediting to Amos Hatter, a pulp writer of the Eisenhower era whose provocatively titled output included Big Town Hellcat and Crossroads of Desire, but who may or may not have actually written a book called No Time for Sleep. (These are just mock-ups, remember, not real covers.) In that last paperback image, shown above, notice not only the curvaceous blonde at the top, but also the subhead in the curve of a smile at the bottom, suggesting that there might in fact be a distinct upside to not sleeping in this woman’s company.

A couple of Kelly’s other imaginative efforts borrow from real photos, including one of bathing-suited beauty Evangeline Lilly from Esquire (featured on Kelly’s My Little Chickadee jacket) and another of singer Christine Aguilera from GQ (which appears on his Shot in the Dark front). He’s also developed some outstanding old-movie posters; I particularly like his mock-up for Lon Chaney’s London After Midnight (1927).

I’ve never met Robert J. Kelly, and have absolutely no connection to him, other than appreciating the artwork on his Web site. But I’d sure love to see his illustrated covers on bookshelves.

Are there any publishers out there in need of original artwork?

Our Friend Maigret

New York City fans of author Georges Simenon might want to scratch this onto their calendars.

On Wednesday, April 16, an arts group called Symphony Space will host an event called “Inspecting Inspector Maigret: A Tribute to Georges Simenon” at the Leonard Nimoy Thalia Theatre on West 95th Street. A news release explains that “Fellow writers and admirers Colin Harrison (The Finder), Robert MacNeil, and Anna Moschovakis (translator of Simenon’s The Engagement) [will] discuss the work of the Belgian mystery master, including some of his psychologically realistic and wonderfully atmospheric Inspector Maigret novels set in the cafés and alleys of Paris, the French countryside and Manhattan, among other places. Fritz Weaver will perform an excerpt from one of the mysteries.”

The evening’s schedule begins at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $21 apiece, though Symphony Space members pay $17. (Day-of-show: $25.) For more information or to buy tickets, click here or call 212-864-5400.

Sweepings: “Is It the Weekend Yet?” Edition

• After picking up two Derringer Award nominations, editor Richard Helms’ Webzine, The Back Alley, has gone live with its third issue. Included this time are new stories by Tim Wohlforth (“Alvin’s Choice”), Clair Dickson (“Missing, But Not Missed”), and Jochem van der Steen (“ ... And Rock and Roll”); plus Bruce Stirling’s “analysis of Carroll John Daly’s seminal crime novelette Three-Gun Terry and why Daly, the acknowledged father of hard-boiled crime fiction, has been eclipsed by Dashiell Hammett in the annals of crime fiction” (read that essay here); and part two of a seven-installment serialization of Frank Norris’ “classic noir,” McTeague (1899).

• The fourth issue of Matthew Louis “modern journal of pulp fiction and degenerate literature,” Out of the Gutter, is now out on the street. Its “Hard Times” theme could hardly be more timely, given financial downturns under wildly unpopular George W. Bush and concern over an elderly presidential candidate’s lack of economic knowledge. Louis has got to love Bookgasm editor Rod Lott’s characterization of OOTG #4 as “200 pages of stories and articles so rough-and-tumble dirty, you’ll need a shower afterward ... during which it will come back and rape you.” Lott hastens to add, “This is all a good thing, of course, being made a book’s bitch.”

• Meanwhile, the new April 2008 issue of Damien Gay’s The Outpost, “The Magazine of Australian Crime Short Stories,” has just been posted. “We’ve got one or two stories among this lot that sound distinctively Australian,” Gay writes in his editor’s introduction, “but the dilemmas, twists and dirty dealings will all have a slight ring of familiarity about them ... right up until the last few paragraphs.” Among the contents are tales by Tony Black (“Crate-Load of Grief”), Pat Johnson (“Miss Andrews”), and Peter Lingard (“Cooked Under Pressure”).

• Damien Seaman interviews Sandra Ruttan--novelist (What Burns Within), blogger, and editor of Spinetingler Magazine--for Pulp Pusher. Over the course of their conversation, they talk about the “unpleasant characters” in Ruttan’s tales, her decision to abandon her church, and the therapeutic uses of crime fiction.

• Speaking of interviews, Mick Halpin takes on K.T. McCaffrey, author of The Cat Trap, at the Critical Mick site. Click here.

• In Reference to Murder offers a bevy of opportunities for not-yet-famous writers hoping to submit their manuscripts to established U.S. contests “with deadlines imminent.”

• I didn’t previously mention Duane Swierczynski’s blog postings from the recent NoirCon in Philadelphia, so I shall do so now.

• Declan Hughes (The Price of Blood) is the latest interviewee in New Mystery Reader Magazine. Check out the conversation here.

• I was suspicious of Amazon.com’s new Omnivoracious books blog, but it seems to be shaping up quite nicely, with Lisa Lutz (Curse of the Spellmans) doing a recent turn there as a guest blogger.

• Leighton Gage, whose first Brazil-set novel, Blood of the Wicked, continues to stare wantonly at me from my great teetering to-be-read pile, is quizzed by copy editor-blogger Peter Rozovsky at Detectives Without Borders. Part I of their exchange can be found here, with Part II waiting to be read here.

Mystery Scene magazine posts its “Gifts for Young Sleuths” feature on the Web. Crime-fiction-loving parents take note.

• To Matlock, or not to Matlock--that is the question. I was never a big fan of Andy Griffith’s 1986-1995 Hollywood-star-studded legal drama, Matlock (and it’s not just because I am not a senior citizen). But I did watch the first couple of NBC-TV seasons, on and off, and I remember those being rather interesting for their time. Contributing to the series’ initial appeal were co-stars Linda Purl, playing Ben Matlock’s younger daughter, Charlene, and Kene Holliday as private eye (and would-be venture capitalist) Tyler Hudson. I won’t be putting the new DVD set Matlock: Season One on my gift wish list, but it might be a future Netflicks selection. Just for nostalgia’s sake.

• Now, this is what I call creative DVD packaging.

• I’ve heard that Lawrence Block has been so prolific over the years, under so many pseudonyms, that even he might not remember all of the books he’s written. But paperback publisher Hard Case Crime seems intent on plumping his backlog for gems. The latest find is Killing Castro (1961), which Hard Case publisher Charles Ardai calls “by far the rarest of all Block’s books. He wrote it under a pseudonym he never used before or since, it’s never been published under his real name (or this title), and he couldn’t even locate a copy of it himself for 30 years!” An excerpt can be found here.

• Finally, Gerald So brings the unfortunate news that 65-year-old actor Stanley Kamel, best recognized of late for his role as detective Adrian Monk’s psychiatrist in the USA-TV series Monk, was “found dead of a suspected heart attack” in his Hollywood Hills home on Tuesday afternoon. So notes that Kamel landed “his first roles on shows like Mission: Impossible and The Mod Squad in the late 1960s,” but television viewers will also remember him for his appearances on The West Wing, Mister Sterling, Murder One, L.A. Law, Cagney & Lacey, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and Beverly Hills 90210. More on Kamel from Monk novelizer Lee Goldberg.

Whaddya Want, Perfection?

So there I was last night, lying in bed and reading my copy of British author-psychologist Frank Tallis’ third Max Lieberman historical mystery, Fatal Lies. When suddenly I reached page 154 ... and found that the next page was 123 again. Huh? I flipped ahead, thinking that the publisher, Century, might simply have inserted an extra signature into this copy and that if I just got past that, the story would pick up again on page 155. But no, the pages between 154 and 187 were missing, with a duplicate set (123-154) stuck in the middle.

This sort of thing hasn’t often happened to me. In fact, I can remember only one previous instance. My hardback copy of Oath of Fealty, a 1981 science-fiction novel by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, had some repeated pages inserted near the end--but at least there were none missing.

Drat! Now I have to send Fatal Lies back to Amazon UK and hope to receive a pristine replacement copy. I hope one arrives soon, as I was really enjoying Tallis’ tale of dire doings at a Vienna military school in 1903.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I Predict a Riot

For years now, I’ve been following the writing career of Martyn Waites, a 44-year-old Londoner exiled from his roots in the North East of England. Following on such extraordinary works as Born Under Punches (2003) and Bone Machine, his latest work is an incendiary device of a novel titled White Riot, which until recently had been languishing in my to-be-read pile, as I waited for an opportunity to consume it in one sitting. While I waited, Tony Black managed to interview Waites for the e-zine Shots. However, after I managed to get to White Riot, I had more questions beyond Black’s that I thought deserved asking. So I rang up Waites (shown at left with the bespectacled Mark Timlin) to chat about fictional violence and right-wing zealotry, the plotting of his eight novels thus far, the U.S. reception of his work, and why in the world he stopped blogging.

Ali Karim: White Riot, your third Joe Donovan thriller, is as topical as ever. This time you’re using racial tension as a theme. Were you at all fearful of tackling such an explosive issue?

Martyn Waites: I wasn’t really worried, because I knew from the start what my line would be. I may not have known what the ultimate outcome would be, but I had a good idea of what kind of things I wanted to explore and how I wanted to explore them. One of the reasons crime fiction attracted me in the first place was its immediacy--its connection with contemporary issues and its popular storytelling format. I think something like the themes of White Riot are absolutely what contemporary crime novels should be addressing. But not like some “mainstream literary” novel would do, in a dull, preachy kind of way. You’ve got to have good character and a good story or you may as well pack up and go home.

AK: Is there much racial tension in the North East? From my experience, Geordies are very tolerant.

MW: Maybe you’ve just met the good Geordies! I think like any major British city, there are problems. My mate’s a local councilor and he tells me the problem is quite widespread. He was there for the vote-counting in the last local election and saw how many votes the BNP [British National Party] received. It was something like 700 in his constituency, which isn’t a lot by itself, especially when my mate won by a few thousand; but that’s still 700 people in a small area of Newcastle who made a conscious decision to vote for a fascist party. Multiply that citywide and you’ve got a lot of people who, either wittingly or unwittingly, want to vote for the kind of people their grandparents fought against and, in some cases, gave their lives for in the Second World War. But as long as there are agitators, whether they be grassroots political ones writing for right-wing tabloids, radio talk-show hosts, or TV presenters who insist on telling people their lives are shit and they’re poor (because blacks/Asians/asylum-seekers/East Europeans are doing their jobs), then we’ll always have that problem. And that kind of ignorance, whether willful or otherwise, needs to be combated.

Sorry, getting political, but there you go. You did ask …

AK: The young thugs at the center of this new novel find themselves in the clutches of a right-wing group, the National Unity Party. So, tell us about the genesis of this novel.

MW: Well, I always write about things I want to try and understand or things that make me angry. This book was a perfect fit in that respect. I’ve always wondered what attracted people to extremism, what kind of excuses they make to themselves to do that. I wrote a short story, “Love,” for the London Noir anthology, which looked at that, and I thought there was still some more mileage to be got out of that. I’d also seen a documentary on the Weathermen, the early ’70s radical political outfit. It struck me that at the time they were considered freedom fighters, but now would be considered terrorists. That was a good starting point too.

AK: It is interesting how similar the skinheads and the fundamentalists are in terms of intolerance and the strengths of their beliefs. And this provided White Riot with an interesting theme: how people can be manipulated. Did this theme come to you first, or did the story bring out the theme? Chicken or egg?

MW: Bit of both, really. I think that all kinds of extremism are more or less the same. They’ve got more in common than they have apart. The only real difference, as far as I can see, between religious and political fundamentalism is that people seem more willing to kill themselves in the name of God. Which leads to something I’ve been wondering about: If male suicide bombers get between 60 and 80 (accounts vary) virgins in paradise as a thank you, do female suicide bombers get the same amount of male virgins? Sixty 33-year-old obese men with halitosis who can recite the plots to every episode of Buffy and Star Trek: The Next Generation--I mean, where’s the incentive in that?

And I also think that people will believe anything if it suits them to at the time. I think there’s an element of willful ignorance with a lot of people. Otherwise, how do you explain the popularity of [broadcaster-writer] Jeremy Clarkson?

But themes only really emerge as I’m writing. If the characters aren’t right and I don’t want to spend any time with them and find out what makes them tick (literally, when you’re talking about suicide bombers), then no amount of highfalutin themes are going to make my book read any better.

AK: The racial element is only the foil for a much deeper story in White Riot. Did you have to plot this book more carefully than your last two novels? Those others felt more free-wheeling.

MW: The opposite, actually. Mark Billingham [Death Message], when we were talking about writing methods a while ago, said to me, when I told him I plotted my books fairly tightly, “Oh, you still do that.” So I decided for this one I wouldn’t. I would just write and see where it got me. And it got me in a bit of a mess, so I had to start again and restructure it as I would have usually done. Mind you, it’s strange that the other two felt more freewheeling. The Mercy Seat, especially, was intricately plotted. Like [Alfred] Hitchcock, with his meticulous storyboards, I’d planned it so tightly, I could have farmed out the writing to someone else. But where would be the fun in that?

Having said all that, I suppose I do try to plot tightly but still leave loopholes so I can take any excursion that takes my fancy.

AK: There is a lot of action as well as violence in your work. Why do you think these themes appeal to so many readers, as crime fiction is going through a real boom currently?

MW: You know, I always get asked about the question of violence in my books. And I honestly don’t think they’re that violent. I know I seem to be in a minority about that, but there you go. When you compare me to some writers (who shall remain nameless), my stuff is almost cuddly. I think why people think my stuff is violent is because of the same argument used when [Quentin] Tarantino released Reservoir Dogs all those years ago. There was a huge outcry about [that film]--councils called for it to be banned, rather predictably The Daily Mail was up in arms, etc. But really, there was very little violence in it. What it did show was the consequences of violence. That if you get shot or cut or hit, it’s going to hurt. And hurt badly. And I think that’s the same with my stuff. When a character gets hit it should hurt and the reader should know that. I’m not into glorifying violence or the pornography of violence. I’ve got no time for those authors who do that. Unfortunately, I do tend to get lumped in with them because, as my agent says, “You’re just too good at it.” I think that’s a compliment.

AK: How do you see former journalist Donovan and his Albion Agency team of “information brokers” [aka private investigators] developing? And will Peta Knight, Jamal, and Donovan ever venture beyond the dark side of the North East?

MW: Well, obviously, the overriding arc of the series is Donovan searching for his son. In the [next] one, Murdered Sons, the team (minus Donovan) are off hunting. At the moment they’re on the south coast, in Brighton, specifically. But then, as my hero Graham Greene told us, Brighton is a town with its own dark side.

AK: How important is social commentary as a backdrop to your work? After all, Donovan faced forced prostitution and people-smuggling in Bone Machine (2007), and pedophilia and child prostitution in The Mercy Seat (2006).

MW: I’m not sure it is that important in those terms. I like to write about the world we live in or the world as I see it, and any kind of social subtext is just part of that. I don’t set out to look at things in an “issue of the week” kind of way. Like I said, I just write about things I want to try and understand, or that make me angry. I wouldn’t even call it social commentary, really, because, to me, that smacks of Guardian-reading liberalism--that you can only read books that are in some way good for you. As if it’s going to be hard work to be entertained. I don’t have any answers. If anything, I just ask questions. For myself, if no one else.

AK: What has been the American reception to your work?

MW: Pretty good, I think. While I don’t seem to be troubling Dan Brown in terms of sales, I’m lucky in that I have some very vocal and enthusiastic people on my side, especially in the crime-fiction community. Outside of Pegasus Books, who may not be the biggest publishers going but they’re certainly enthusiastic, I’ve got some great people in my corner like Jon, Ruth, and Jen Jordan and Sarah Weinman. And I’m very thankful that they think well enough of my books to want to tell people about them.

AK: You’ve gone all high-tech for White Riot. You have a video interview up as well as a pretty slick book-promo trailer. How did all of that come about?

MW: Well, the trailer idea came about because last summer, everywhere I went I seemed to see the trailer for The Bourne Ultimatum. And I just thought, wouldn’t it be great to do something like that for my book? So I phoned up a mate of mine, Robert Horwell, who just happens to be an award-winning actor and director with his own set of professional film equipment, including lighting and sound, plus his own editing suite; and I asked him if he fancied doing it. He did, we got some money from the publishers, got Mark Wingett (from British soap operas The Bill and Eastenders) to play Donovan [and] Mike Fenton Stevens to play Whitman, and off we went. I wrote the script, Bob directed. We got the brilliant Mark Adair to score it, and we edited it ourselves. And there it is. We’ve set up a film company now to make trailers for other writers. I have to say, that even up to the night before I wasn’t convinced it was going to work. But as soon as we got into Hockley Woods in Essex, with a young Asian guy being chased by three skinheads and a slavering Rottweiler, I knew we had something good going on.

We’re also going to use it as a calling card to take ’round production companies to see if we can get financing to make a Donovan series. Unfortunately (for me not him), as soon as we’d finished it, Bob got a starring role in Coronation Street. So he’s been up in Manchester filming that. I mean, it’s great that he’s finally got the recognition he deserves because he’s a brilliant actor, but I hope they write him out soon. I wanna make the Donovan movie with him!

AK: I see you finally have a Web site. Tell me about setting that up.

MW: Well, that’s a story in itself. I entrusted it to a company who gave me a great sales pitch. So I gave them all the stuff they needed, expecting to hear from them within a couple of weeks--and they disappeared for six months. After lots of arguments (and I mean lots), they finally let me off with the rest of the money and got the site up and running. Nearly a year since I first spoke to them about it! It was going all right until recently, when it was hacked by Turkish extremist Islamists who, I don’t know, seemed to be blaming me for the Danish cartoon thing. It seems to be working fine now, though. Touch wood.

AK: And I noticed that you had started blogging. But then you suddenly stopped. Why?

MW: Well, I really like what other writers have done with their blogs. I didn’t just want to talk about buying shoes or going to see bands, because it would be so boring. Some writers have really structured and interesting opinions and that’s great, you can get a real debate going. When you look at John Connolly’s [blog, for instance], it’s great--interesting, witty, and informative. He talks about the writing process and the publishing process, and I wanted my blog to follow along those lines. However, since my recent dealings with my UK publishers have been largely negative, I didn’t want it to be just one long whine or rant. I’ve got a private diary for putting all that in. I will start again when I think I’ve got something interesting--or positive--to say.

AK: Tell us about your work with criminals in the prison system.

MW: My God, how long have you got? Well, it all started a few years ago when I became writer-in-residence for a young-offenders institution. I didn’t quite know what to expect, but I was part of a great team, working with some brilliant people, and together we did manage to turn some lives around. The governor gave me a two-word brief when I started: “Bring life.” And I tried my best. I then went to an adult prison for a year (again as writer-in-residence, I hasten to add) and did something similar there. I loved it, but it does burn you out. It’s such a polarized environment--things could be on a real high one day, and so low the next, you wish you were shelf-packing at [the UK merchandizing chain] Tesco. But I wouldn’t have missed doing it for the world. I could write a book about it …

AK: And what of your work at Essex University?

MW: Quite similar, really. Except, sometimes in uni my students don’t turn up. No, I go in and do one-to-one sessions with students on any aspect of writing. And I really enjoy it. I even give the odd seminar. Getting paid to sit and talk about writing … well, I could think of worse ways of making a living. In fact, during my resting-actor years, I’ve probably done them.

AK: I see that the Philip Larkin books are being reissued. Can you tell us a little about those tough books, which were the precursors to your Donovan series?

MW: Stephen Larkin, not Philip! He’s the poet. Oh God, how soon they forget. ... Yeah, I did three Larkin books--Mary’s Prayer, Little Triggers, and Candleland. Allison and Busby have got them in the UK, Pegasus in the States (with some very handsome covers, too). I suppose looking back, I regard them as my apprenticeship. I learned my trade on them, how to write, really. They’re tough, fast-moving books, with the lead character of Stephen Larkin as a bit of a dry run for Joe Donovan. They’re a little rough round the edges, but good fun--in a grim, noirish, two-fisted kind of way, of course.

AK: [Laughing] Sorry, though I do consider your work poetic. But back to serious matters: What books have passed across your table recently that you’ve enjoyed?

MW: Recently? Well, I really enjoyed Ray Banks’ No More Heroes--very similar themes to White Riot, but a different riff. I think it’s his best yet. I also loved Tony Black’s Paying for It and Willy Vlautin’s Northline, which I think is my book of the year so far. Vlautin’s the lead singer with one of my favorite bands, Richmond Fontaine, as I’m sure you’re well aware, Ali. But he’s also a fantastic author, like a post-Dylan or -Steinbeck. And I’m currently reading The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters, by G.W. Dahlquist, which is a bit of an epic but a fantastic work of the imagination.

AK: Knowing that you’re a bit of a film buff, I should also ask what movies you’ve particularly enjoyed of late.

MW: Best thing I’ve seen at the cinema recently was undoubtedly No Country for Old Men. Just brilliant. I’m a real Cormac McCarthy fan--he’s the writer I want to be when I grow up. I loved the book and this was a word-for-word evocation of it with stunning pictures. The sheer confidence in the storytelling, to do the whole thing without incidental music and at an unforced pace ... I was hugely impressed.

Also saw Atonement recently. Apart from the Dunkirk sequence, it was as bad as I had thought it was going to be. British heritage chocolate box film-making. And Keira Knightley a sex symbol? Why would anyone find a woman with the physique of a 13-year-old boy attractive?

Apart from that I haven’t seen many other films recently. I’ve been catching up on my DVDs. Indulged myself with the two-disc special edition of Hell Drivers again. Wonderful. Plus some Hitchcock--Rear Window, Vertigo, and North By Northwest--and some great box sets--The Shield, Seasons 5 and 6; The Wire, Season 4; Quatermass ... absolute bliss. Should get back to some writing, really ...

READ MORE:The Nice Guy With the Killer Punch,” by Lindsay Jennings (The Northern Echo).

South West Crime Wave

It appears that the final touches are being sorted for CrimeFest 2008, to be held in Bristol, England, from June 5 to 8. I received an e-mail message from thriller writer Charles Cumming, saying how much he’d enjoyed his victory in our recent chess battle, and that he’d be packing a chessboard along to Bristol. He wanted to make sure I’d be there, too.

Coincidentally, the organizers of CrimeFest, Myles Allfrey and Adrian Muller, just e-mailed me with their update of this year’s events, including the final panel details:
Since we last contacted you, Lee Child, due to circumstances beyond his and our control, has had to withdraw from participating in CRIMEFEST. Both Lee and the CRIMEFEST organisers are disappointed by this development but we look forward to seeing him at a future CRIMEFEST. And, Lee, congratulations on being number 1 in both the UK paperback and hardback best-seller lists!

Graciously stepping in as Lee’s replacement is Jeff Lindsay, author of the hugely popular Dexter thrillers currently being televised across the globe. We could not be more delighted at Jeff’s joining Karin Fossum and Ian Rankin as Featured Guest Authors! Other authors have also signed up since the last update; to find out who, go to the ATTENDING AUTHORS page.

We are pleased to announce that a draft PROGRAMME is now available on the CRIMEFEST website. All the moderators and participating authors have been contacted with their panel details.
It looks as though I shall be moderating a panel of debut writers, while friend Cumming will participate in another panel, that one to be moderated by Shots editor Mike Stotter and having to do with a subject close to my heart, “How to Write a Thriller.” I’m also pleased to hear that Jeff Lindsay will be over to the UK, as it will give me a chance to update the last chat I had with this creator of serial killer and blood pattern analyst Dexter Morgan.

Allfrey and Muller are great organizers and devoted fans of this genre, so I would suggest you swing by culture-rich Bristol this June, if you can. For a report on the last convention those two organized, Left Coast Crime 2006, click here.

Celebrating the “Dead”

Patricia Cornwell’s Book of the Dead has won the Galaxy British Book Award (or “Nibbie”) for Best Crime Thriller of the Year. Also in the running: The Tin Roof Blowdown, by James Lee Burke; Bad Luck and Trouble, by Lee Child; The Grave Tattoo, by Val McDermid; and Exit Music, by Ian Rankin.

You’ll find a full rundown of the victors in all categories here.

And Sarah Weinman points us to some rather funny photographs of Harry Potter creator J.K. Rowling’s performance at last night’s gala awards presentation.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Win a Free Copy of “Volk’s Shadow”

We don’t often hold book-giveaway contests here at The Rap Sheet. In fact, we’ve only done one up to this point--a limerick competition that secured its winner a free signed copy of Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing. But now publisher Henry Holt & Company has kindly offered to provide five free advance reader copies of Brent Ghelfi’s new thriller, Volk’s Shadow--the follow-up to Volk’s Game (2007), which introduced gun-for-hire Alexei “Volk” Volkovoy--for us to dispense in any way we choose. At no cost whatsoever.

The publisher’s synopsis of Volk’s Shadow reads as follows:
An international cabal drives Volk back to blood-soaked Chechnya, where he confronts an old nemesis and reunites with his lost love in this gripping sequel to the acclaimed series debut.

The headquarters of an American oil company hemorrhages chemical-pink smoke into the Moscow night, the aftermath of an apparent terrorist attack. A Russian army captain carrying a priceless Fabergé egg and digital evidence of horrific wartime atrocities is murdered and relieved of both these prizes. And in the snowy mountains of southern Russia, a terrorist named Abreg--who once held Volk captive in a Chechen mud pit--hatches a plan to lure him back into his grasp.

Volk’s Shadow finds Colonel Alexei Volkovoy--covert agent of the Russian army and major player in the Moscow underworld--once again struggling to stay afloat in the swirling currents of Russian political and economic intrigue. This time, however, he is without his sidekick and lover, the ethereal Valya Novaskaya. Aching for the soul mate he pushed away, Volk begins to doubt himself, becoming even more detached from the brutality of his actions. When he takes out his inner pain on the wrong man, he gains a powerful enemy in the highest reaches of the Kremlin, and only after he travels back to Chechnya to eliminate his old nemesis, Abreg, is Volk’s debt finally repaid.
All of the ingredients appear to be there for a bang-up sophomore effort by Ghelfi, whose previous book won widespread acclaim, The Washington Post calling Volk’s Game “State of the art ... an impressive debut.” Henry Holt clearly believes this new book, which is scheduled to reach stores in June, will help cement Ghelfi’s credentials as a best-selling thriller author.

But the question now is, who should receive The Rap Sheet’s five copies? Rather than simply ask that interested readers e-mail us their names and addresses, we’ve decided to make this contest a bit more interesting. So here are the rules:

• Send us the titles (and author names) from one or more Russian-set crime novels/thrillers that you’ve enjoyed in the past, along with a sentence or two about what you found appealing in those books. It doesn’t matter whether your picks are recent works, or others with a bit of age on them.

• All entries should be e-mailed to jpwrites@sprynet.com. Include your full name and snail-mail address in the body of the note. And in the subject line, write “Book Contest.”

• To be eligible, entries must be received by this coming Monday, April 14. The cutoff time is midnight. Once we have all the entries in hand, we’ll pick the five winners at random and announce them here on Wednesday, April 16.

We await your entries and Russian-backdropped book suggestions.

UPDATE: At the publisher’s request, this competition was originally open only to U.S. residents. But I’ve since been given permission to invite readers in the United Kingdom to participate, as well. So lets hear from all of you out there.

READ MORE:Interview with Brent Ghelfi.”

What the Hell Is Spy-fi?

One subgenre that I really adore is what some call spy-fi, a hybrid of the espionage thriller and science fiction. Others refer to this breed of story as “future noir.” Writers who spring to mind when I think of spy-fi include Richard Morgan, Michael Marshall, Philip K. Dick, William Gibson, Neal Stephenson, and Paul McAuley.

This month’s The Flux Capacitor column at the pop-culture site 411mania is devoted to spy-fi. In it, writer Owain J. Brimfield remarks on a number of my favorite science-fiction thrillers, including the grossly underrated Cypher (2002):
Perhaps the most overtly SF spy movie is Vincenzo Natali’s Cypher. You may remember Natali from his innovative, if undeniably cheap-looking, debut movie Cube, making him probably the only director in my DVD collection whose entire film output can be organized identically in both alphabetized and chronological formats. Er ... anyway, without revealing too much about my closet obsessive-compulsive disorder, Cypher is arguably the foremost example of contemporary spy-fi, with a plot that requires a large emphasis on SF technologies to further its espionage storyline--there are numerous and extensive uses of cognitive programming involved in the high-pressure world of corporate spying the film presents, and one of its major locales is an underground database bunker that could easily have stepped from a hundred years in the future (manned, incidentally, by David Hewlett, who portrayed the only really interesting character in Cube).

For all its high-gloss sheen though, Cypher is a spy movie first and foremost, with the SF elements rarely taking the limelight away from all the espionage that’s going on. It’s of course in the nature of any SF “subgenre” as a whole that, since it’s not an attempt at pure science fiction, [it] relies heavily on whatever neat twist or gimmick it’s placing its money on, but it’s interesting that spy-fi seems to embody this idea more than most other sub-categories of science fiction. In Cypher, it’s Morgan Sullivan’s attempt to circumvent his own brainwashing and work out just which side is playing who against what (and if you think that sentence fragment is confusing, try watching the film) that provides the focal point of interest. Although the characters themselves aren’t especially compelling--Lucy Liu excepted of course, but then I suppose it’s not her character that’s the compelling aspect--it’s the thrill of the chase, the suspense and the mind-games that are the defining characteristics of spy-fi as we have known it, much like its non-SF-entwined counterpart the suspense thriller.
You’ll find Brimfield’s full report here.

Many other contemporary films have employed the dynamics of the spy-fi subgenre, among them The Matrix, Total Recall, Impostor, Johnny Mnemonic, and the James Bond movies. And of course, the biggest spy-fi venture of all is The X-Files, which promises a return of agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully to the big screen this summer.

To see just how pervasive spy-fi has become, click here.

All Revved Up

Who out there remembers the 1980s TV show Stingray?

Chess Fight Club, Part II

(Editor’s note: The first part of Ali Karim’s account of his face-off against would-be chess champ and author Charles Cumming can be found here.)

While visiting American novelist Barry Eisler chatted away with his admirers at a table in the J.D. Wetherspoon bar, at London’s O2 Centre, Charles Cumming and I squared up across a chessboard. Cumming (Typhoon, The Spanish Game) had challenged me to this match after I interviewed him in March, but it took the visit from Eisler to make it happen.

Watching my moves, Cumming remarked that I was a very aggressive player, keeping the attack up on his side. He didn’t know that I had sized him up as a top-notch player, one it would take my best strategies to put in his place. Fortunately, I had such a line of attack at hand, provided to me by spy novelist Robert Littell (The Company, Vicious Circle). And I wasn’t afraid to deploy it.

Ten moves into our game, I tried to look worried, shook my head, scratched my arms, and brought my head down close to the board. I started muttering to myself. Cumming stared at me with a puzzled expression and asked if I was all right. I replied by toppling my king, signaling my surrender. I put my hand over to his and thanked him for a tremendous game and told him how masterful his playing was.

Cumming looked at me, studied the board, then looked at me once more, utterly bewildered. “Why’d you quit?” he inquired, observing that I was in a very strong attack position. I said, giving him my best forlorn face, “You were too good.” Cumming was really confused now. He looked up and down the board. “What did you see?” he asked finally. “You beat me fair and square,” I responded, clearing the board. I asked him for a rematch, to which he consented. But Cumming’s face was still a mask of mystification.

The Littell gambit had worked. Cumming was convinced I must be such a good player, that after only 10 moves, I could see something up ahead--something he couldn’t spot himself--that made further play unnecessary, and so I had resigned with my dignity intact. Little did he know that it was all a put-on, my diabolical way of disturbing him and making him fear my strength.

We went on to play two more games in quick succession, both ending in stalemate situations and being declared draws. I could hardly help but smile; I’d knocked the legs out from under Cumming’s confidence with a neat trick. Coming to our final contest, I determined not only to beat him but to decimate him entirely. (Don’t ever let anybody tell you that chess-playing is a peaceful endeavor.) First, though, I went to the bar and ordered more beer, while Cumming set up the board again. To further shake my opponent, I told him that I wanted him to have the advantage, so I’d play black this time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Eisler, still engaged with his new friends, but taking our game in and knowing that there was something amiss in it all--but not understanding quite what it was.

As we returned to play, I once more opened hard, forcing my pieces at Cumming’s, which irritated him. The best form of defense in chess is offensive play, pushing your opponent back and making him reactive and prone to mistakes. We both castled and exchanged queens, turning the board into less of a minefield. Cumming then started to talk about his time in Madrid, which I realized was a tactic to distract me. He told me that he’d penned an article for The Telegraph about his adventures in the Spanish capital.

Only later would I have a chance to read the piece, of course, which contrasted Madrid with London. Of the former he wrote:
I lived [t]here for three years while writing The Spanish Game, a novel about a British spy who becomes embroiled in a Basque separatist plot. My wife was a teacher at an international school in the city and we still regularly return to visit friends, eat great food and watch Real Madrid at the Bernabéu.

[Since returning to London] I miss the slower pace of life. Madrid may be a capital city, but it doesn’t take itself too seriously. The emphasis is on good times: long, boozy lunches, late dinners, walks in the Parque Retiro and bars that stay open beyond dawn. Madrileños tend to mind their own business. There’s none of the aggression that you find on the streets of too many British cities.
I realized that Cumming’s chatter across the chessboard was working. I soon found myself in deep trouble. The espionage writer had my king on the run. And it didn’t take long for him to regain some of his confidence and smile, as he placed his knight into position for checkmate. I looked and realized it was all over but the shouting. Cumming’s psy-ops strategy--to confound my concentration with his incessant chatter--was even better than my own.

Thank goodness, Barry Eisler chose that moment to come over and inform us that it was time for us all to have dinner.

As we packed up, I asked Cumming for a rematch and told him that next time, we’ll use tournament clocks--and I’ll bring ear defenders for myself, and a gag for him in case he tries to distract me again.

Since Eisler looked tired, and I was a bit deflated from my chess defeat, I suggested that we eat close by. So, after bidding Eisler’s table of fans good-bye, we all headed to a burger bar within the O2 complex. There we organized a table for five, as Shots contributor Ayo Onatade was joining us, and UK thriller author Boris Starling (Visibility) had called earlier in the evening and arranged to meet us for dinner, as well, wherever we wound up.

Thrill masters Barry Eisler, Boris Starling, and Charles Cumming

As we tucked into our meals, Eisler having opted for something much healthier than either Cumming or I chose (chess competition really takes the energy out of you), conversation turned to the subject of this year’s U.S. presidential election. Eisler, who often blogs about politics in The Heart of the Matter, complained that deadline pressures were preventing him from saying as much as he wanted about the race. It seems that, despite his being a self-described “conservative,” he’s a big Barack Obama supporter, believing that the U.S. senator’s principles are in line with America’s (and the world’s) needs right now. It was good listening to Eisler’s thoughtful analysis of the campaign, if in part because it allowed me to scarf down my burger without feeling the need to chime in.

Once we’d finished and were being served coffee, though, I decided to take the opportunity to whip out my tape recorder and ask Eisler a few things about book jackets, his future standalone stories, and the changing titles of his novels.

Ali Karim: Barry, you look so tired. Why so?

Barry Eisler: Yes, I am a bit knackered, as I think you say in these parts ... but that’s what finishing a set of revisions on a flight to Frankfurt, two days of interviews and meetings in Amsterdam, and then a day of signings in London will do to you! Ah, the sacrifices we authors must make ...

AK: As a veteran of book touring and the conference and convention circuit, can you tell us any funny things that have happened while you’ve been out and about?

BE: Well, any number of funny things could happen to a traveler in Amsterdam (and a few did happen to John Rain there in Requiem for an Assassin). But somehow I stayed focused on the matter at hand and managed to avoid any diplomatic incidents.

AK: So, I finally had a chance to read Requiem for an Assassin, now that it’s available in Britain. And--not to spoil anything--but when I turned the final page, I felt that this might well be the last we see of John Rain. Am I right?

BE: The truth is, I’m not sure myself. But I will say this: If there’s an overarching theme to the Rain series, it’s a question: Is redemption possible for a man who’s done the things Rain has done? I don’t know the answer, but if the series ever arrives at one, I think it’ll be time for Rain to take a rest. And at the end of Requiem, an answer was beginning to suggest itself--not definitively, but enough for me to feel the character was coming to rest. And if Rain comes to rest, he can’t drive the stories anymore. That leaves several possibilities: a standalone, like the one I just finished; a Delilah- or Dox-centric story, with Rain in a supporting role; and a Rain prequel. On that last possibility, I’ve never told the whole story of how Rain became who and what he is. There are fragments of the story in the books, but not the whole thing, and it’s a tale I’d like to discover and tell.

AK: Why did Penguin UK retitle some of your books?

BE: Neither Penguin nor I have been a fan of the U.S, approach, which might loosely be described mostly as “Rain This, Rain That.” So we agreed to use new titles instead, which are hopefully a bit more evocative of what’s actually in the books. [For more on this subject, click here and here.]

AK: And the new UK covers--they’re just great. Can you tell us about the problems with the original covers? I heard that Langley objected to one of them.

BE: Yeah, after a dismal initial effort, Penguin UK really nailed the packaging when they reissued the books. On the first iteration of the new packaging, they had included in the background the seal of the CIA. Someone at Penguin made the mistake of contacting the CIA for permission, which, unsurprisingly, the Langley bureaucracy refused. The statute the CIA cited as justification was inapposite, but Penguin didn’t want to take a chance on running afoul of the Agency. I begged my editor to issue the books anyway, with a big florescent sticker on the front reading, “The author’s previous employer, the Central Intelligence Agency, has not authorized, approved, or endorsed this book.” That would have satisfied the criteria of the (anyway inapposite) statute and made for an eye-catching cover hook, but alas ...

The good news is, the second iteration of the new covers was dramatically better than the first, and for this I suppose I must thank some anonymous toiler in the bowels of Langley. [For more on, check out the article “How to Package a Book.”]

AK: And what’s this about your publishing a standalone novel next year? Would you care to enlighten us a bit on that subject?

BE: It’s a thriller, though not set in Rain’s universe. Haven’t quite decided on a title yet, but the book is the story of two brothers, estranged by old but still-simmering family hurts and by conflicting cultural and life choices, who are forced to put aside their grievances, and to confront their own painful secrets, when one of them becomes a target in an international struggle for control of a powerful new technology. Here’s some jacket copy I’ve been noodling around with:

“In Silicon Valley, the eccentric inventor of a new encryption program is murdered in an apparent drug deal.

“In Istanbul, a cynical undercover operative receives a frantic call from his estranged brother, a patent lawyer who believes he is the next victim.

“And on the sun-drenched slopes of Sand Hill Road, Silicon Valley’s nerve center of deal-making and finance, cultures collide in a desperate contest for control of a new technology--a technology with the power to create unimaginable wealth, or to destroy global information systems, all at the click of a mouse ...”

AK: Will we ever see Rain’s good-ol’ boy sniper partner, Dox [introduced in 2005’s One Last Kill, aka Killing Rain], featured in his own adventure? He could certainly carry one.

BE: You’ll see him soon--in a short story I’m doing for Otto Penzler’s Mysterious Press. And I wouldn’t rule out future outings, as well.

AK: And didn’t I hear something about a Japanese film adaptation of the John Rain novels coming soon?

BE: Glad to say the rumors are true--Sony is in preproduction now, with Gary Oldman signed to play Rain’s CIA nemesis, William Holtzer. The word is the movie will be released in March 2009--keep your fingers crossed!

AK: Since you are passionate about politics, can you tell us where and when this passion originated?

BE: Good question, and the truth is, I’m not really sure where it comes from. I wasn’t all that interested in or engaged by the world until I was in college, and then something happened--a kind of intellectual puberty, you might say. Since then, politics and foreign affairs have been a serious hobby of mine, part of what led me to a job with the CIA. Blogging is good for me: besides being just plain fun, it helps me focus my ideas, some of which form back-story for my novels, and the outlet is a kind of release valve for the pressure that builds up in my mind from all the things I read.

AK: And your prediction for this year’s U.S. presidential election ...?

BE: Obama looks unstoppable to me, and that’s a good thing.

AK: What books have passed over your table lately, that you’ve been especially pleased to read?

BE: So many it’s hard to know where to start. But one in particular I read recently that blew me away--in fact, I’d call it one of the best books I’ve ever read. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, by Jean-Dominique Bauby. Dictated solely by eye blinks by the 43-year-old editor of Elle in France after he was struck down by a massive stroke and afflicted with what is aptly (and horrifyingly) known as Locked-In Syndrome, this short book is by turns surprisingly funny, bitterly painful, and always achingly beautiful. Have you ever watched, say, Cirque de Soleil and marveled at the capabilities of the human body? Multiply that astonishment and wonder by an order of magnitude and apply it to the human spirit--that’s this book.

A little closer to home, lately I’ve discovered two terrific writers everyone else seems to know about: Charlie Huston and James Lee Burke. If you haven’t read their crime fiction yet, check ’em out and see what you’ve been missing.

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Just as the waitress was clearing our table, author Boris Starling finally arrived, apologizing profusely for his tardiness. Starling is a fan of Eisler’s work, and Eisler has seen and enjoyed the TV editions of Messiah, the 1999 book most associated with Starling and which featured Ken Stott (who now plays Scottish detective John Rebus on television). So they had lots to talk about. But after a while, the exhaustion created by my tournament with Cumming caught up with me, and I had to say my farewells. As I left in company with Eisler and Ayo Onatade, I saw Cumming pulling out his chessboard once more and gesturing to Starling for a game. He was feeling awfully confident after trouncing me, it seems.

Only later did I hear that Starling beat my erstwhile opponent two games out of two.

READ MORE:Quiet Death in Xinjiang,” by Charles Cumming (The Guardian).

Monday, April 07, 2008

The Family Kingdom

As a longtime follower of star novelist Stephen King, I was interested to read this lengthy article from The Washington Post, focusing on talks given at the Library of Congress by King, his wife, Tabitha (Survivor, Candles Burning), and their son Owen (We’re All in This Together). The only one missing from this family affair was Owen’s elder brother, Joe Hill (King), author of the Bram Stoker Award-winning Heart-Shaped Box.

To read the full Post piece, simply click here.

And if you would like to see that King’s talent is not restricted to writing, click here to hear the author’s lament to the blues.

That’s a Lot of Candles to Blow Out

We have a couple of birthdays to celebrate today, both from the TV crime-drama category.

The first and most significant, of course, is the 80th birthday of Rockford Files star James Garner, an actor who may never have given a bad performance. I’ve not only been watching the DVDs of Rockford lately, but have managed to acquire an almost complete collection of Bret Maverick, the NBC series (and revival of the 1950s TV western Maverick) that he went on to do after leaving Rockford. What a treat.

Since I wrote about Garner at length last year, on the occasion of his 79th birthday, I shan’t try to outdo myself this time. I’ll simply wish him the best on this most momentous of occasions.

Today also happens to be the 75th birthday of Birmingham, Alabama-born actor Wayne Rogers, who left the hit show M*A*S*H after only three seasons to star as 1930s Los Angeles private eye Jake Axminter in NBC’s City of Angels. A Roy Huggins-Stephen J. Cannell series, Angels debuted with a bang-up three-part opener in February 1976, but by May it was off the air, with just 13 episodes in the can. Although it was clearly designed to take advantage of the popularity of Jack Nicholson’s Chinatown, which had hit movie screens in 1974, City of Angels had much to commend it, including Rogers’ performances as a down-at-heel gumshoe always on the edge of either exploding or committing homicide; Elaine Joyce’s role as his cute but near-ditzy secretary, Marsha Finch, who runs a switchboard for hookers; and stories that really brought forth the social and political conditions of that bygone era, whether it be Depression-caused tramping or the rise of Nazism. Rogers later lamented having left M*A*S*H to do this series, but in an interview I conducted several years ago with prolific novelist Max Allan Collins (creator of another early 20th-century P.I., Nate Heller), he stated that “City of Angels is the best private eye series ever, and is probably the biggest single influence on Nate Heller. The show did several historically based stories, that prefigure what I did, and Wayne Rogers was a great wiseguy private eye, very much a nontraditional, selfish, sometimes cowardly, sometimes reckless hero in the Roy Huggins Maverick/Rockford Files vein.”

Since City of Angels, Rogers has appeared in a number of films and TV series, including five guest shots on Murder, She Wrote, playing (as Wikipedia notes) Charlie Garrett, “a disreputable private investigator who usually gets into trouble and needs Jessica [Fletcher]’s help.” (What would the resourceful Jake Axminster have said about that?) He also reprised Larry Hagman’s original role as Major Tony Nelson in the 1985 teleflick I Dream of Jeannie: 15 Years Later--but we’ll just forget about that dud, OK?

More recently, Rogers has become a successful entrepreneur as well as a very visible stock trader and financial commentator, appearing with some regularity on Fox News’ Cashin’ In. In 2005, he was honored with a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. He also promotes himself as a public speaker. But if it’s jake with you, I’ll remember him best as Axminster.

Three, One to Child

Congratulations are due Lee Child, who debuted on this week’s New York Times Bestseller List for paperback fiction at No. 1 with Bad Luck and Trouble, a January Magazine favorite book of 2007. This success comes right after Child, in the UK, hit both No. 1 fiction positions, with the hardcover of Nothing to Lose as well as the mass-market release of Bad Luck and Trouble. Despite the latter now having slipped a few points on UK charts, Nothing to Lose remains the top fiction seller in Britain. I look forward to seeing how it fares when it crosses the Atlantic at the end of this month.

And speaking of Child, author Elaine Flinn (Deadly Vintage) gathers a bunch of crime-fiction bloggers, writers, and reviewers together to grill Child at her blog Evil-E.