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Incident Report No. 89

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Fuck Otto. I hate giving him any attention, but there he is. There he is. Gabino Iglesias said it best:

 He [Otto Penzler] has been in publishing for decades, which means his inability to see the need for diversity and his denial of the obvious biases that have shaped the publishing world for decades are things that stem from one of two things: pure stupidity or racism. I have time for neither.


The Exquisite Corpse wrapped up its second volume. The editors are looking for participants for the third.

Close to the Bone has released its first online magazine and it’s a good one featuring Holly Rae Garcia, Oliver Brennan, Paul Heatley, and the beginning of a serialized novel by Paul D. Brazill called “The Seatown Blues”. If you’ve never read Brazill before, here’s your chance to read wonderful lines like “Bryn immediately recognised Detective Inspector Slipper, a copper so bent you could use him as a pipe cleaner.”

https://downandoutbooks.com/bookstore/goldberg-slow-down/

Articles

Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, a celebrity book curator critiques celebrity bookshelves (Town & Country)

Michael J. Seidlinger interviewed by Tobias Carroll (Vol. 1 Brooklyn)

“A Day in the Life ~ Cassandra Raines” by Tracy Clark (dru’s book musings)

Interview with Art Taylor, author of “The Boy Detective & The Summer of 74 and Other Tales of Suspense” (Madam Mayo)

“Why P.I.s Are Cool” by D.P. Lyle (Kings River Life Magazine)

“AloneStarCon”, a funny piece by Michael Bracken (SleuthSayers)

“Do You Torture Your Metaphors? The Problem of Self-Conscious Writing” by Jessi Rita Hoffman (Jane Friedman)

Rob Pierce, author of “Tommy Shakes” (All Due Respect Books) interviewed (Col’s Criminal Library)

Interview with Bernard Schaffer (Writers Who Kill)

Interview with Laird Barron (Book & Film Globe)

K.A. Laity on some classic noir by Elisabeth Sanxay Holding (Punk Noir)

Author Spotlight: Scott Adlerberg (Eight Million Books to Read)

“Maigret’s Room: The Home Life of Inspector Maigret” by John Lancaster (London Review of Books)

More about Otto (One Bite at a Time)


Short Stories

“Transcendent Ramblin’ Railroad Blues” by Michael Martin Garrett (Shotgun Honey)

“8 Thrilling Horror Stories You Can Read Online Right Now” (Chicago Review of Books)


Book Reviews

“Lockdown” edited by Nick Kolakowski and Steve Weddle (Polis Books) (BOLO Books)

“Rock -N- Noirror: Horror and Noir from the Seedy Side of Rock -N- Roll” edited by Wolfgang Potterhouse and Todd Morr (10th Rule Books) (Eight Million Books)

“Lost Tomorrows” by Matt Coyle (Oceanview Publishing) (Sons of Spade)

“Cold Water” by Tom Pitts (Down & Out Books) (Col’s Criminal Library)

“Tropical Heat” by John Lutz (Open Road Media) (Kevin’s Corner)

“The Life and Times of Malcolm McLaren” by Paul Gorman (Little Brown) (Hyperallergic)

“Bonekeeper” by Luca Veste (The Tattooed Book Geek)

Flash Bang Mysteries: Spring 2020 Issue 19 (Kevin’s Corner)

“I Know Where You Sleep” by Alan Orloff (Down & Out Books) (Men Reading Books)

“Mystery Weekly Magazine” February 2020 (Kevin’s Corner)

“Gender Justice” by Nicky Charlish (Punk Noir)

“Clean Hands” by Patrick Hoffman (Col’s Criminal Library)

“The Lantern Man” by Jon Bassoff (Down & Out Books) (Black Guys Do Read)

“A Small Sacrifice” by Dana King (Messy Business)

“The Blues Don’t Care” by Paul D. Marks (Down & Out Books) (Lesa’s Book Critiques)

“Cutter’s Fall” by Julie Morrigan (Col’s Criminal Library)

“Evergreen” by Howard Owen (Kevin’s Corner)

“Worse Angels” by Laird Barron (MysteryPeople)

“Into Bones Like Oil” by Kaaron Warren (Meerkat Press) (Just A Guy Who Likes to Read)


True Crime

“Murder in Old Barns” by Linsday Jones (The Walrus)

“What Do You Do With a Stolen van Gogh? This Thief Knows” (The New York Times)


Podcasts

Interview with Ivy Pochado (The Maris Review)

ECR Minipod 2.5 “Wally Steakhouse” by J.D. Graves (EconoClash Review)


Other Media

Big Lonely City #102 (Fragments of Noir)

New live album by Margo Price (Bandcamp)

Raymond Carver reading (YouTube)

Interview with Graeme Manson, creator of “Orphan Black” and the new “Snowpiercer” (LA Review of Books)

Big Lonely City #103 (Fragments of Noir)

How The Bryan/Brian Schism Worked For Roxy Music (Quietus)

“Grant the Mini-Series – A Popular Reassessment” (Scott D. Parker)

“How the Banjo Put Down Roots in North Carolina” by Kara Kundert (No Depression)


Featured Books

“Lake County Incidents” by Alec Cizak (ABC Group Documentation)


“Rigged” by D.P. Lyle (Oceanview Publishing)


“The Lantern Man” by Jon Bassoff (Down & Out Books)


“River Bottom Blues” by Ricky Bush (Fahrenheit Press)


“Mister Trot from Tin Street” by Pablo D’Stair (All Due Respect Books)


 “The Mark” by Simon Maltman (Close to the Bone, UKUS)


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Crime, Lockdown, and Margo Price

Small Crimes: Monday Reads

“Crime, Lockdown, and Margo Price – Smal Crimes: Monday Reads” features a celebrity book curator criticizing Zoomed bookshelves and more.

Article: Incident Report No. 88 came out yesterday (Unlawful Acts)

Article: Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, a celebrity book curator critiques celebrity bookshelves (Town & Country)

Article: Michael J. Seidlinger interviewed by Tobias Carroll (Vol. 1 Brooklyn)

Article: The experiment continues (The Exquisite Corpse)

Article: “A Day in the Life ~ Cassandra Raines” by Tracy Clark (dru’s book musings)

https://downandoutbooks.com/bookstore/goldberg-slow-down/

Book Review: “Lockdown” edited by Nick Kolakowski and Steve Weddle (Polis Books) (BOLO Books)

Book Review: “Rock -N- Noirror: Horror and Noir from the Seedy Side of Rock -N- Roll” edited by Wolfgang Potterhouse and Todd Morr (10th Rule Books) (Eight Million Books)

Photographs: Big Lonely City #102 (Fragments of Noir)

Music: New live album by Margo Price (Bandcamp)

Book: “Lake County Incidents” by Alec Cizak (ABC Group Documentation)

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Shoulder Wounds No. 7

Shoulder Wounds

When we last saw Chelsea Farmer, in Alec Cizak’s DOWN ON THE STREET, she had come to the end of the worst week of her life, as a call girl who was beaten, raped, drugged and enslaved in the course of that short career.

But just because that career came to an end doesn’t mean that Chelsea’s life got any better. In fact, every week since has been progressively worse. In a sort-of-sequel, BREAKING GLASS, Chelsea has traded in sex for drugs, and the opening pages find her living in a filthy hotel room with a pseudo-family of fellow losers who scrape by via home-invasion robberies in Indianapolis’s nicer neighborhoods.

In one of those neighborhoods, Chelsea thinks about who she was before opioids took her over. She could have married her high-school prom date, now a pharmaceutical executive, she muses. But she didn’t, and now, “he’d gone on to become a cyber-security specialist for Eli Lilly and now lived in one of those houses on Meridian Street Chelsea sometimes robbed with Heather and the boys. In a different world altogether, she never got hooked on dope, never moved in with her junky friends and, certainly, never got so broke that she had to steal other people’s stuff to get through the night without feeling like bad spiders had placed a thousand fishing hooks in her body and threatened to rip them out at the same time.”

BREAKING GLASS is a character-first, plot-last novel, but it’s worth noting that Chelsea gets a brief taste of the good life when her estranged mother seeks her out because she’s married rich, and is able to help her get back on her feet, into rehab, maybe back into school. Chelsea wants it, but she’s wise enough to know that the opioids want her more than her mother does. And that the cost of that epiphany will almost certainly be a high body count.

In 2018, it’s not an easy thing to be a man writing into a female point-of-view, but Cizak succeeds marvelously at this high-risk undertaking for two simple reasons: 1) he clearly knows what it’s like to be enslaved by drugs; and 2) he bypasses the usual male temptation to paint women as sexual beings. In fact, because Cizak knows opioids so well, he knows that they kill the sexual part of being. Chelsea has no interest in even the most transactional of sex, and therefore you won’t see her even acknowledge herself in terms of attractiveness, or lack thereof. That world is beyond her and beneath her at the same time.

BREAKING GLASS is essential reading for anybody with any interest in understanding the opioid crisis that’s gripping America on a human level and not just a statistical one. Which should make it essential reading for everyone. It succeeds on every level. The prose is energetic and raw yet supple in a way that only a polished talent can produce. Every page thrums with pleasurable uncertainty, keeping the reader wondering just what will become of this young woman and who will have to be sacrificed on the altar of her screaming needs. This novel deserves a place in the growing canon of addict literature, and Alec Cizak deserves a bigger megaphone for his barbaric yawps.


Speaking of screwed-up young women, meet Samantha Holland, the antiheroic heroine of Ava Black’s debut novel THE BUG JAR: “Normal is a state of mind that sane people disregard. They shouldn’t. I’d do anything to be normal, but I’m not. I’m a lipstick salesgirl who hopes she didn’t kill a kid.”

Samantha, like Chelsea, is a former college student in her early twenties. But for her, drugs are a wobbly source of salvation: she’s mentally ill and weaves between a medicated semi-zombie state and a lively but horrendously messy hypomanic mode. The latter manifests itself in reckless, self-destructive affairs with two men: Richard, a serially philandering rich man on the fast track to being the next mayor of Chicago, and Mark, a backwoods-Wisconsin redneck who loves Samantha, gives her anything she wants, and is desperate to pin her down into marriage and a life of mechanic’s wife. (Guess which one Samantha wants, and perhaps might even kill to have?)

THE BUG JAR sometimes wobbles as much as Samantha. For one, the characters tend to whipsaw all over the place, from friendly to scalding to weak, seemingly acting more out of the plot’s needs than their own. (For instance, the grease-monkey boyfriend’s love for Samantha seems guileless and sincere, yet he exhibits hints of menace and manipulation in her presence that seem at odds with his infatuation.) And two, any suspension of disbelief for the jam-packed plot requires the reader to buy into a shopworn thriller conceit: that one person is willing to invest enormous amounts of time, energy and money into a complicated gaslighting campaign aimed at another individual.

That’s the bad news. The good news is that Ava Black writes well, and she’s got that thing that literary agents say they value more than almost anything else: a crackling voice. THE BUG JAR is full of colorfully acidic observations that give this nimbly paced novel an extra shot of glide: “You’re probably thinking that I have sex with anything that moves, and that all the people around me wind up dead, but that’s not true. I reported his death to the sheriff and called the detective. This morning I took meds.”

Whatever THE BUG JAR’s faults, Samantha Holland never fails to be less than utterly compelling company, even when the novel dives into the blacker shades of dark. Much of the third act of the novel takes place in a mental hospital, and what happens there would make a reader shit a stack of ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST sideways. (Ava Black knows crazy like Alec Cizak knows addiction.) THE BUG JAR is the rare flawed novel that I recommend, as a showcase for Ava Black’s enormous talent and upside, which I can’t wait to see married to a better sense of watertight storycraft in her subsequent novels.


Greg F. Gifune is best known as a horror novelist, but his DANGEROUS BOYS is firmly rooted in the grit and grime and grease of the temporal world. Comparisons to Dennis Lehane and MYSTIC RIVER are inevitable, given the similarities of the knife-edged city streets and the knockaround young men that populate this novel. But DANGEROUS BOYS is much lighter on its feet, bucking up under its weighty themes without losing a step in its deceptively brisk pacing.

The story: In 1984, Richie, closing in on twenty, spends his days getting into fights, committing petty crimes and generally preparing himself for a long life in prison or a short life, period. But, much like Gordie Lachance in Stephen King’s THE BODY, a growing love of literature has given him the ability to dream of a life beyond the one he seems destined for. But can’t see ever turning his back on his friends, who see escalating their criminal pursuits as the only way of elevating their lifestyles above the street.

Aldo, the leader of Richie’s pack and nephew of the neighborhood mob boss, spells it out to Richie in a few brutal strokes: “Problem with you, man, is you think you got options. You don’t. You ain’t gonna work some stupid job, and even if you do, you won’t last. Know why? Because guys like us ain’t got the temperament for crap, and it’s only a matter of time before you’d fuck it up. Why wind up a petty criminal, out there on your own, when you could work for Uncle Lou instead? Don’t make no sense.”

It’s familiar literary territory, yet you won’t be thinking of predecessors or influences when you read DANGEROUS BOYS. All you’ll be thinking about is, what do you do when the guys you’ve been best friends with all your life — the ones who have your back no matter what, the ones whose bonds make no room for the women in their lives — are the ones who will almost certainly bring you down? For Richie, it will take the planning and execution of a big-time crime — one that will almost certainly come with a terrifying body count — to arrive at his answer.

And it’s an answer you will be desperate to know and unable to guess, making DANGEROUS BOYS a coming-of-age page-turner of the first rank.


There are some things I could criticize about CITY OF GRUDGES as a crime novel. It’s heavy on exposition and, until its final pages, light on incident. Its cast sometimes seems too wide and its members tend to tiptoe in and out of the narrative in too-tidily stage-managed intervals, and many of the most-named folks rarely appear on stage at all. The lengthy history lessons sometimes feel like the languid monologues of a drunk at the end of a bar.

And the novel goes out of its way to portray Walker Holmes, the scrappy investigative reporter/editor/publisher of a scrappy independent weekly with a crusading bent, as a loner outside the local power structure — but for a loner, he’s got an awful lot of friends.

I could criticize, but I won’t, because somehow the whole succeeds despite the parts, which form a plot too complicated to unpack in a few sentences. Suffice it to say that it involves corruption at the highest levels of Pensacola, Florida’s private and public sectors, a suicide that probably isn’t a suicide, and blood feuds that mostly go back decades.

I suspect that CITY OF GRUDGES aims less to be a commercially slick crime novel than a charmingly cockeyed love letter to the author’s hometown of Pensacola, Florida. (It comes as no surprise to learn that author Rick Outzen is the editor and publisher of Pensacola’s alternative weekly newspaper.) And at that it succeeds marvelously.

CITY OF GRUDGES, like its journalist author, is an exceedingly competent piece of work — and no more so than when it makes Pensacola a lead character of sorts. Whatever else your takeaways are from this novel, you’ll know Pensacola — both as its own cheerfully corrupt creature and as an avatar of cheerfully avaricious Southernness — and you’ll be better for it.


Jim Thomsen is a writer and editor who divides his time between Florida and his hometown of Bainbridge Island, Washington. Learn more at jimthomsencreative.com.


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Breaking Glass by Alec Cizak

Break Glass by Alec CizakChelsea Farmer, the young college student turned prostitute in Alec Cizak’s “Down on the Street”, opens Cizak’s “Breaking Glass” having given up sex and booze for opiates. Though Cizak’s latest is a continuation of his earlier book in timeline and character, it’s as different from the first as the parallel universes that Farmer dwells on. If you liked “Down on the Street” be prepared to love “Breaking Glass”.

Farmer brings us into a world of getting high, committing crimes, and surviving life with her junkie friends. When not high, Farmer and her cohorts crave more drugs and then fuel their habit with a series of home invasions and burglaries which are getting increasingly violent.

Cizak has us drift in and out Farmer’s past, the horrors and hope, as she struggles with her place in the present and wonders if she might have a future. Even in the darkness of “Breaking Glass”, Farmer is an intense and impressive female protagonist. It’s her courage and purpose which propels us through the book. 

Cizak’s “Breaking Glass” is filled with unvarnished abominations that are as accurate as they are uncomfortable. Just as you turn away from a squeamish scene in your TV stories, you will look away from these pages with the knowledge that appalling things like this are really going on today.

Not only is this book a record of this nation’s opioid crisis, but “Breaking Glass” is a testament to the strength of all women. Cizak’s writing does not allow the reader to be a mere spectator to actions surrounding Farmer in the book, instead, we are there to bear witness to her life. 

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Pulp Modern Vol. 2 No. 3 edited by Alec Cizak

Pulp Modern Vol. 2 No. 3Alec Cizak, author of the upcoming “Breaking Glass”, is the editor of Pulp Modern, an anthology magazine that is released every six months or so. Though the cover might scream crime, Cizak also publishes short stories of horror, science fiction, fantasy, and westerns. If it’s pulpy and good, it could find a place here.

The latest issue of Pulp Modern does cover crime but also dabbles within the other genres. The first two stories The Great Unknown by Doug Lane and The Revenge of the Dead Coat-Check Girl by Thomas Dade are good hard-boiled stories. Lane’s The Great Unkown tells the story of a collector for the mob given an assignment to steal a jar from a freak show. Dade’s story is about an ex-cop forced to become a hotel detective and put in a rather uncomfortable position by a lackey of William Randolph Hearst.

Two other stories that stood out for me were Roadsong by Cynthia Ward and Sand in a Jar by J.A. Prentice. Ward’s Roadsong is a horror story set in a truck shop while Prentice’s Sand in a Jar is an epic fantasy story about an emperor in waiting as he ages from boyhood to manhood.

If you’re interested in submitting to Pulp Modern in the future, go to their website or Sandra Seaman’s excellent blog, My Little Corner. You can also follow Pulp Modern on Facebook or Twitter. Either way, you’ll need to wait for an announcement. Cizak pays $10 out of his own pocket for publication. If you think that he should be paying more, then buy some of the wonderful back issues of Pulp Modern. It’s that simple.

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Down on the Street by Alec Cizak

Down on the Street by Alec CizakThere is dark crime fiction and then there’s Alec Cizak’s Down on the Street (ABC Group Documentation) which drips with poverty and misery. The fortyish taxi driver Lester Banks struggles daily to lease his cab and even eat. His monthly apartment payment can either signal another 30 days with a roof over his head or the beginning of his homelessness. These aren’t the best of times, these are worst of times.

As bad as things are for Banks, there are his dreams of bedding the college student who lives down the hall from him. The Chelsea fantasies of short skirts help Banks pacify his anger which runs deep through him whether he is at work or watching TV. Life is not a quiet desperation for Banks, he knows it is actively trying to screw him over only to lead him to robbery, drug dealing, “or  whatever else the doomed were using to ease their jog to the grave.”

A series of circumstances set Banks’ life in a direction he never saw coming. Part of him believes that his life will somehow get better, but like the Bad Luck Brian meme Banks’ life is just a series of screw-ups. Eryk Pruitt called Down on the Street “dirtbag noir” which is spot on.  As horrible as Banks becomes and as bad as his decisions are, Cizak ably keeps the reader engaged and, at times, even rooting for the scumbag of a protagonist. The bleakness of Down on the Street gets darker and darker as the reader travels with Banks from poverty to prostitution and from crooked cops to human trafficking — it is the tale of a miserable man desperately trying to survive, not to succeed, just to survive. The catalyst of many modern noir novels is gambling and drugs, but Cizek’s Down on the Street is driven by the grim reality of poverty and hopelessness.

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