New Leisure Release of Richard Laymon's BEWARE!

I have a love-hate relationship with the work of Richard Laymon. I mostly really enjoy his work, but every so often one comes along that makes me growl and wish he'd done a re-write or two. A few of his best are In the Dark, The Travelling Vampire Show, One Rainy Night, and Night in the Lonesome October. But there are also a few that just don't quite measure up to his usual standards; Come Out Tonight and To Wake the Dead are good examples of Laymon's mediocre stuff.

Now don't get me wrong, I've never ran into a Laymon novel that was terrible. Everything he wrote is readable and entertaining, but his good stuff is so good that it spoils the reader and makes the not-quite-so-awesome stuff a little disappointing. Sometimes very disappointing. But Leisure has another Richard Laymon reprint scheduled later this month--just in time for Halloween--that sounds terrific. The title: Beware! It was originally published in 1985 and has been a very difficult title to find in the States. It is scheduled for release October 28. Here is the description on the Leisure website:

Elsie knew something weird was happening in her small supermarket when she saw the meat cleaver fly through the air all by itself. Everyone else realized it when they found Elsie on the butcher’s slab the next morning—neatly jointed and wrapped. An unseen horror has come to town, leaving a blood-drenched trail of carnage in his wake. And his victims are about to learn a terrifying lesson: what you can’t see can very definitely hurt you.

BABY MOLL by John Farris

Peter Mallory is on the verge of obtaining everything he has ever wanted. He owns a business, he is a respected resident of the community, and he is set to marry a beautiful and intelligent woman. He is in a good place, but when an old associate appears at his bait shop Mallory’s past threatens everything he has built.

Mallory was a lieutenant in the Florida Mob when he walked away six years earlier and now the boss wants him back. He doesn’t want to go, but he wants his past to stay where it is and when the boss threatens to share a few details with his fiancée he unwillingly agrees.

When he arrives he finds the Don a shadow of his former self. He has aged and lost control of his own turf. He no longer protects territory from rival gangs and even worse old associates are being murdered one by one. After each murder a news clipping is delivered that tells the story of a murder he and the others committed years earlier. It’s getting to the Don and he needs Mallory to look into it and figure who it is and stop it.

Baby Moll is the best reprint Hard Case Crime has released. It was originally published in 1958 as by Steve Brakeen and while it is very much a product of its era it has lost little of its impact. The story is told with a sparse and economical style that reminded me very much of Michael Crichton’s early John Lange novels, but the mystery and plotting are one step beyond what Crichton was doing in the 1960s.

The characters are perfect—the aging mobster is drawn with a brilliantly nuanced mixture of menace, sorrow, bluster and loss. The supporting cast is an oddball group that Mr. Farris effectively uses to clutter the mystery and build tension. Mallory never quite gets a handle on their motivations or even who a few of them truly are.

The mystery is structured perfectly; it is a balance of hardboiled American mixed with a flavoring of an intricate whodunit with a dash of suspense novel thrown in for good measure. The whodunit is the mystery itself—the diverse cast and their conflicting motives interlaced with the careful release of clues and even a few red herrings to keep both Mallory and the reader off-balance. But it is presented and stylized as a down and dirty hardboiled novel that will appeal to anyone who enjoys an old style suspense novel.

James Crumley Interview

Earlier this week Fresh Air on NPR re-broadcast a 1987 interview with novelist James Crumley. It was only nine minutes and I wish the entire interview had been aired, but alas it was still interesting.

One of the more poignant discussion topics was that Crumley would have liked his novels to have been published in mass-market rather than the more literati accepted trade-paperbacks. What he writes is more appropriate for that format, and would have found its natural audience. It was a terrific interview.

To hear it go Here.

Transsiberian

I saw a great film this weekend. It was a crime thriller with a very modern noir feel—a bit nihilistic, and very, very dark. It has the pacing and feel of a tight novel with a steady and competent—at times very beautiful—cinematography. I loved it, and absolutely recommend it.

The title: Transsiberian. It is directed by Brad Anderson. He also directed the terrific Session 9, and the best Masters of Horror episode “Sounds Like”. It was written by Anderson and Will Conroy. It stars Woody Harrelson, Ben Kingsley, Emily Mortimer, and Kate Mara.

BABY SHARK'S HIGH PLAINS REDEMPTION by Robert Fate

May 1957. Baby Shark—a former pool hustler turned Texas private eye—is backup in a ransom deal. Her partner, Otis Millett, is the front man in the cash for girl exchange they were hired to do by a powerful Texas bootlegger. His mistress found trouble in Oklahoma that ended with a ransom demand. It is planned to be a simple deal, but Baby finds trouble in the parking lot of the seedy tavern where the switch is to take place and when she ducks it she finds Otis inside taking a beating from a couple heavies.

Baby is quick on her feet and it doesn’t take long for her figure the deal and wedge it open, but it is only the beginning. Otis is certain they were betrayed, but the real question is why. And when thugs and hired guns keep coming at them they decide they need to figure the scam, and quickly, if they’re going to stay upright.

Baby Shark’s High Plains Redemption was a major surprise, and a good one at that. It opens running hard and Mr. Fate not only keeps the pace up, but actually shifts it into a higher gear as the climax approaches. To use a cliché, the pace is unrelenting—the body’s pile-up around the protagonist nearly as quickly as the pages turn and the action scenes are perfectly developed with a sparse noir style:

“‘Who dies first?’ I said, and stopped about a dozen feet away from them. Even a bad shot could kill at that distance, and they both knew it. My hands were steady. They could see that, too.”

The plot is very nearly pitch-perfect as it takes the action and reader across the sprawl of Texas and Oklahoma. The characters are neatly defined and uniquely developed with a seemingly simple style and limited backstory; enough background to develop the characters without slowing the story. The major players—Baby and Millett—are cast in a dark filament glow that paints them somewhere between villain and hero. And smartly gives them foibles, weaknesses and more than a few strengths. They are both very much worth rooting for.

The overall tone and style of the novel has the feel of an old black and white film mixed with the ultra-violent sentimentality of modern noir. The subject matter is far from unique, but Mr. Fate gives it a fresh and invigorating narrative that amps it past the average crime thriller. Baby Shark’s High Plains Redemption should be high on every crime reader’s list for the simple reason that it is damn good.

Note. Baby Shark’s High Plains Redemption is the third novel to feature Baby Shark—real name Kristin Van Djik—and the third novel written by Robert Fate. The first two are: Baby Shark and Baby Shark’s Beaumont Blues.

Red -- Movie Trailer

Earlier this year the film adaptation of Jack Ketchum’s novel Red screened at Sundance Film Festival—a festival that’s pretty much in my backyard, but I was either too lazy or too tired to make the thirty-five mile drive and stand in line for tickets to see it. Maybe it was the standing-in-line part that kept me from seeing it. Probably.

I found the trailer for Red this morning and it looks pretty good. I probably should have bitten the bullet and seen it at Sundance…. If the trailer is any indication it appears to be a faithful adaptation of the novel. It was directed by Trygve Allister Diesen and Lucky McKee, written by Steven Susco, and stars Brian Cox and Tom Sizemore.

Man on Fire Trailer

The film Man on Fire is somewhere—don’t ask me where—in my top three or four favorite action films. It is raw, brutal, violent, and redemptive. In that order. It was directed by Tony Scott in a schizophrenic style—cut up, jittery and anxious with a dampened monochromatic look that conceals the insanity behind a confused and disrupted vision.

It is the second of three stylistically related films by Tony Scott: the first is Spy Game (a terrific spy thriller) and the third, by far the weakest and really downright disappointing, was Domino. The stories are not connected, but Scott's choppy and jittery style are evident in each, and progressively get more so with each film until it breaksdown into a nearly unwatchable mess with Domino.

Man on Fire is based on a novel by A.J. Quinnell—a novel I’ve never read—and it rocks from the opening scene to the final.

If you haven’t seen it, do—and if you have, see it again.

Free Short Stories from Dave Zeltserman

I've been meaning to get a link to this for several days and here, finally, it is. Dave Zeltserman, a writer who specializes in dark crime and mystery, is offering seven short stories in .pdf format for the low, low price of free. That is my kind of price.

The stories are mostly reprints, with one exception, that appeared in anthologies and fiction magazines. Three of the stories appeared Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine and Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, probably the two premier mystery magazines still being produced. If you are already a fan of his work enjoy, and if you haven't been introduced to his work yet, you should try him out.

Click Here to go straight to the collection.

Click Here to go to Dave's blog.

A NOTE: Dave Zeltserman's novel Small Crimes is scheduled for release in October and it has been getting rave reviews. I know it's on my reading list.

UNHOLY DOMAIN by Dan Ronco

The year is 2022. The world economy has been destroyed by a lethal computer virus called PeaceMaker. It wiped out the economic infrastructure of the Internet and its ancillaries. The government over-reacted to the crisis by banning the development of most new technology, but the world population yearns for that technology, which has created a vast and powerful black market for everything from computers and software to robots.

There are three major players—the government, which tends to be a puppet of the other two players, an organization called The Domain—a group of scientists, gangsters, and business-types who create, manufacture, and distribute technology on the black market—and the Church of Natural Humans, which is a militant group opposed to all technology. The battle for dominance is played-out on an international scale, but it is interspersed with the story of David Brown, the son of the creator of the PeaceMaker virus, as he desperately tries to uncover the truth of what his father did and why he did it.

The plotlines neatly converge at the climax and overall the story is interesting, exciting and quick. The characters are under-developed, but each fulfills its purpose within the scope of the story. Mr. Ronco does an admirable job of creating the rivalry between the competing gangs. The Church of Natural Humans is developed as nothing more than an ideological terrorist group. This is best illustrated by the inane and mind-numbing prayers and chants—My mind and body are human. My soul has been altered by technology. We will destroy the Devil and protect Earth.

The Domain is cast in a marginally more favorable light, but it also has its share—most of the members really—of thugs, tyrants, crooks, and would-be despots. Interestingly the most human and likable of the characters in Unholy Domain are the robots built by The Domain. They have a limited role in the novel, but they are likable with an innocent grace and pure emotion.

Unholy Domain is a mixture of science fiction and modern thriller, and it has the strengths and weaknesses of both. The weaknesses: The plot and motivation of the characters is loose and at times—although not often—the technology and back story bog down. The strengths: It has the fast pace and plotting of a thriller with the insight of a social based science fiction tale. It contains some interesting insights into both modern religion and technology. There are no clear moral judgments made, but rather it leaves the reader to decide which power is the lesser evil.

Unholy Domain will not appeal to everyone, but if you enjoy a morally ambiguous social science fiction tale mixed with a jolt of James Patterson-style thriller you will likely find it pretty darn intriguing.

THE SPY WHO CAME FOR CHRISTMAS Update

A few months ago I mentioned David Morrell has a new novel scheduled for release October 28 titled The Spy Who Came for Christmas. I have some updated cover art, and a little more information from David Morrell's website. It really sounds pretty good. What follows is Morrell's description of The Spy Who Came for Christmas...to read it all click Here

The action occurs in a snow storm on Christmas Eve as a wounded spy holds a precious object under his parka and tries to escape from three very dangerous men who chase him along a street filled with holiday revelers. Bleeding, the spy seeks refuge in a house that he thinks is deserted, only to discover that it is occupied by a woman and a twelve-year-old boy, to whom he fears that he has brought death.

As the men outside prepare to attack the house, we learn why the spy has the baby and why his pursuers will stop at nothing to get their hands on the child. We also learn about the remarkable bond that forms between the spy, the woman, and the twelve-year-old boy. There's plenty of suspense, but there's also a moving theme about family and redemption.

The US edition cover art has changed from the ARC cover I posted earlier [click Here]--the background color has changed from red to blue. It gives it a colder and gloomier feel, more like winter. I like it. The British version is pretty cool too. I like the bloody trail the gentleman is following through the snow. In fact, the British version might be better...maybe.

RED, WHITE, AND BLUE MURDER by Bill Crider

Dan Rhodes is the Sheriff of the rural Texas county of Blacklin. Its residents are what one would expect—unique, strange, humorous, friendly, and, in a few cases, dangerous. In Red, White, and Blue Murder Rhodes encounters them all, but the most memorable are those who are, in varying shades, dangerous.

The novel opens smack in the middle of a midsummer heat wave that has stalled over Blacklin. It is so dry and hot that Rhoades doesn’t need an excuse to keep from watering his lawn, which also acts as a great way to get out of mowing it as well. But even with that small benefit Rhodes is downright tired of the heat and he has the notion of shooting the next person who asks if it is hot enough for him.

It doesn’t help matters that the inmates of the county jail are grumbling about a lawsuit because the jail is so hot, and a rookie reporter for the local rag thinks she has him and the County Commissioners cold on a corruption charge. But things really begin to heat up when a local man is burned to death in a house fire that looks like arson.

Red, White, and Blue Murder is the first of Bill Crider’s novels I have read and it was better than I imagined. It is a unique blend of whodunit and American style hardboiled—probably something like 75% of the former, and 25% of the later. The whodunit part is the comfortable setting, the townspeople—pestering, conniving, kind, and likable. It is a place the reader would love to visit, and in a literary manner, it is a place you have been before, but not for a very long time.

The hardboiled portion is the manner Mr. Crider develops the mystery and action. The prose is gentle, but in a stark and economical manner. Sheriff Rhodes is a strong and independent character who is less than perfect. He plays the stumbling small town lawman routine perfectly. The mystery and action seemingly overwhelm him a few times, but his tenacity, stubbornness and implicit strength pull him through each time. He is the kind of character that keeps the reader involved and invested in the story.

In short, Red, White, and Blue Murder is a terrific mystery tale. The story is entertaining, humorous and surprising. The action is invigorating and the setting is pitch-perfect. The characters are perfectly cast in roles that range from the humorous and odd to violent, shady and downright mean.

A NOTE: Red, White, and Blue Murder is the twelfth novel to feature Dan Rhodes and there have been three released since (with another due out in 2009), which means Blacklin County is a place that can be visited again and again.

BLACK EVENING by David Morrell

This is a review I originally wrote for SFReader, probably something like three years ago, and I've been thinking about several of the stories recently so I thought I would dust it off and give it some new life. It also doesn't hurt that I'm busy right now--we (my employer) just transitioned into a ten hour work day and I haven't quite caught up with it yet.

But I do have a few new reviews planned: Bill Crider's Red, White and Blue Murder, and Warren Murphy's The Hands of Lazarus. I'm also reading a terrific little science fiction novel titled Unholy Domain by Dan Ronco. I'll keep you posted, but until then read this one and the collection too.

Black Evening, written by David Morrell, is advertised as a collection “of dark suspense.” These stories represent twenty years of Mr. Morrell's best short works. Each of the stories is a departure from his novels in that the focus is on the horror of fear, rather than international intrigue or action. The tales range from the supernatural to the more realistic and each is dark and very frightening. The stories are personally, honestly and intimately, introduced by the author. He explains the story, how it was written and why it was written. The stories stand well on their own, but with the addition of the introductions, the sincere explanations, they seem to take on new life: the life of their author, and very much the life of their reader. Morrell created them, but as you read them they will be yours, exclusively and alone.

Black Evening opens with the story “The Dripping.” It was Morrell’s first professional sale, and as he describes in the story’s introduction it was written shortly after he finished his novel First Blood. “The Dripping” is a story of loss. It is the story of a man who moves, with his wife and two daughters, into his childhood home. One evening he arrives home to a seemingly empty house, he calls out to his wife, to his daughters, but there is no answer. The only sound is constant and steady dripping. This story is horrifying. It, as are many of the stories in this collection, is written in first person and the narrator speaks with a sense of loss, fear and doom that adds to the gloomy terror that seeps through the narrative. It is the first story, but it sets the tone and mood for many of those that follow.

While all of the stories are well written and entertaining, a few of the more notable are: “The Beautiful Uncut Hair of Graves,” “Orange is for Anguish, Blue for Insanity,”—both winners of the prestigious Bram Stoker Award for best novella—“But At My Back I Always Hear,” “Dead Image,” and “The Dripping.”

“The Beautiful Uncut Hair of Graves” is odd because it is told in second person and present tense. I had never read a story written in second person that worked—the use of “you” to describe the protagonist always gets old and trite—until this story. The first few paragraphs were difficult, but once I found the rhythm of the prose it enveloped me. It is the story of a man who has quite obviously gone insane. His parents are killed in an accident and while he is going through their personal items he stumbles across an adoption contract. He suddenly questions everything: Were his parents truly his parents? Is he who he thinks he is? Is he even Jewish? The questions push him to find answers, but what he finds is dark and evil. What he finds changes everything, forever.

“Orange is for Anguish, Blue for Insanity” is the best story in Black Evening, if not the best story David Morrell has ever written. It is the story of an art historian, Myers, who becomes fixated on the work of an artist named Van Dorn—a very close match to real-life artist van Gogh. Van Dorn lived his adult life in poverty, and in the end he went insane and gouged his eyes out. Myers is looking for a critical understanding of Van Dorn’s work. He decides to follow the same path as the artist, see the same scenery, and hopefully gain an understanding of the art. Myers is all too successful. He discovers the secret that blossoms in Van Dorn’s art, and the insanity, perhaps evil, that it holds. This story is haunting—it will stay in your mind for weeks. The images are perfectly rendered: the art is visual and keen, the characters are vivid and believable, and the insanity that permeates the story is thick and frightening.

“But at My Back I Always Hear” is one of the spookiest and thoughtful stalker stories I have read. A female student stalks her literature professor. She claims that he is sending her psychic messages that he wants to sleep with her. He deals with her politely and sternly, but she won’t go away. The prose is so tight and swift that it feels like you are the professor. You can feel the mounting terror build with each scene. The impending doom is suffocating. The climax is horrifying.

“Dead Image” is the story of a film writer and an actor who eerily resembles James Dean. He not only looks like the famous movie star, but as the story progresses, he begins to act like him as well. The actor’s behavior becomes erratic and reckless. He seems to be reliving the life of James Dean even to the point of racing, and crashing cars. This story is a haunting look at identity and loss. The ending is unexpected and illuminating. Like all of Morrell’s stories “Dead Image” will stay with you long after the last page has been read.

Black Evening is not for the timid. The stories are rough, at times frightening, and always thoughtful. Each of them pace the life of the author and explore his innermost fears. These fears give the stories a credibility—realism—that is often lacking in American genre fiction. The stories are images of the past, almost postcards from a dark, inner world of torment, anxiety and fear. This collection is a winner. The stories are superb and the author’s insights are well placed and thoroughly illuminating. David Morrell is a master of the modern story, and Black Evening is his primer of dark tales.

New Rat Pack Novel: HEY THERE (YOU WITH THE GUN IN YOUR HAND) by Robert J. Randisi

A few weeks ago Robert J. Randisi announced his first Rat Pack mystery—Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime—had been optioned for film and today I went out and found the cover art for the third installment of the series, Hey There (You with the Gun in Your Hand). The first two novels were terrific and the cover art was impressive, and the cover art for the third is just as good, if not a little different. The impression of the girl in the background reminds me of a James Bond poster and I love the image of Sammy Davis, Jr. with the gun in his hand.

Hey There (You with the Gun in Your Hand) is scheduled for release December 9, 2008 from St. Martin’s Minotaur.

The description over at Amazon.com reads:

"It's 1961 and Las Vegas is still the place to be. Eddie Gianelli, pit boss at the Sands Casino, now considers the Rat Pack his friends. And this time, his friend Frank Sinatra wants him to help Sammy. Someone has an embarrassing photo of Sammy and wants $25 grand for it. All Eddie has to do is make the pay-off and collect the photo. Easy, right? But at the rendezvous, in place of a blackmailer, Eddie finds a dead body greeting him instead. Pretty soon Eddie and New York torpedo Jerry Epstein are up to their elbows in bodies. There's a double-cross going on. Could the presence of the Secret Service mean that JFK is somehow involved?

"In this next installment, the Rat Pack is back in full swing. Celebrity cameos with Buddy Hackett and Marilyn Monroe add to the glamor. It's certain the stars are out, and it's up to Eddie to see that they don't fall from the sky."

J. C. Pollock Update # 2

A little over a year ago I reviewed the novel Threat Case by J.C. Pollock—a writer I devoured as a teenager in the early-1990s—and while I was re-reading Threat Case I did a little research and found a hotly contested pseudonym that possibly belonged to Pollock. The pseudonym is James Elliott and the majority of information around the Internet suggested it belonged to the writer John Case—which is the pseudonym of husband and wife team Carolyn and Jim Hougan. They have written several successful novels over the past decade including The Genesis Code and The First Horseman. Unfortunately I’ve never read any of them, so I can only assume they write a tight and gripping thriller.

Now back to Pollock. I’ve been exchanging emails with Mr Pollock for a few weeks and he confirmed the James Elliott novels are his. He wrote three novels using the Elliott nom de plume from 1996 to 2000. The titles, Cold Cold Heart (1996), Nowhere to Hide (1997), and Endgame (2000). He has since turned his attention to Hollywood and screenwriting. He wrote the screenplay for the straight to DVD film End Game—no relationship with his novel of the same title—that starred Cuba Gooding, Jr and James Woods, and was directed by Andy Cheng. Mr Pollock wasn’t impressed with the finished product and warns against making an effort to find it. He is currently working on a New Line Cinema project titled The Venus Fixer—a project he says, “I am having a much more pleasant experience with [than End Game].”

I have found only one of the James Elliott novels so far, the Pinnacle Books edition of Cold Cold Heart, and I haven’t read it yet. It’s on my stack of “to-be-read” books and I need to move it up a little. Heck, maybe tonight. And I can’t wait to see what his most recent film project turns out to be.

Here is a complete list of novels written by J.C. Pollock:

The Dennecker Code (1982)
Mission MIA (1982)
Centrifuge (1984)
Crossfire (1986)
Payback (1989)
Threat Case (1991)
Goering’s List (1993)

As by James Elliott

Cold Cold Heart (1996)
Nowhere to Hide (1997)
Endgame (2000)

My favorites are: Threat Case, Payback and Centrifuge, but all of them are great.

Click Here to read the first J.C. Pollock Update. (This has proven to be one of the most popular posts here at Gravetapping. It gets several hits a day and even though it was posted more than a year ago I still get quite a bit of email about it.)

Desmond Bagley

Desmond Bagley was one of the first thriller writers I discovered. I found his terrific novel Flyaway in a paperback exchange as a teenager and devoured it in only a few sittings. I can still remember reading it on a warm August afternoon on the back porch of our house; a gentle breeze in the air and the quiet thrum of classical music in the background. I was in the African desert right along with the protagonist, and I absolutely loved it. I spent the next several years hunting—pre-Internet era—down copies of his other thrillers and while I didn’t find them all, I found enough to know that his work was one of the standards by which all other thrillers of his generation should be judged.

Desmond Bagley was born in England in 1923 and spent nearly twenty years of his adult life in southern Africa—the better part of it in South Africa where he worked as a journalist and wrote his first novel The Golden Keel. He wrote sixteen novels, each made appearances on best-seller lists around the world, before his death in 1983. His work was well received from the 1960s to well into the 1980s. Then he disappeared.

I only saw the final two of his sixteen novels on the shelves of new bookstores and one—Night of Error—was on the discount rack of Walden Books for a dime. (I also found Joe L. Hensley’s Robak’s Fire, and two The Destroyer novels that day. It was a good day for bargain hunting.) Bagley’s work was wildly popular in its day, but as I write this he is mostly remembered—if he is remembered at all—as a minor writer of the old style thriller: The older and more literate stuff that was written without any bells and whistles. The prose was straight forward and simple without the edge of over-dramatic and outlandish plotlines that have made many modern thrillers nearly unreadable.

The thriller genre was dominated, in the 1960s and 1970s, by the work of Alistair MacLean, and Bagley’s work was very much influenced by it and is favorably comparable with the best of what Alistair MacLean produced. In fact MacLean blurbed Desmond Bagley’s 1975 The Snow Tiger—“I’ve read all of Bagley’s novels. I think he is better than me.” That is a sentiment I don’t necessarily agree with, at least not so far as MacLean’s early work is concerned, but much of what Desmond Bagley wrote was pretty damn good.

The Desmond Bagley protagonist tended towards the solitary and ordinary—they were rarely involved with a government or other large organization, but they were always tough, resourceful and capable. In The Golden Keel Peter Halloran teams up with two other men to find a treasure that was found and hidden at the end of World War Two in Italy. Halloran is the ideal Bagley hero for the simple reason that he is an ordinary man who rises to face an impossibly difficult, terrifying and life-threatening situation; a situation the hero solidly planted himself through his own actions.

The plotlines are uniquely 1970s—the lone adventurer finding a maze of death, deception and betrayal in exotic locations with beautiful women who often turn dangerous. The kind of plots that when done well, as most of Bagley’s work was, launch the reader on an adventure that is larger than life and exhilarating escapist fiction. Flyaway is an example of Bagley’s tremendous plotting—Max Stafford owns a corporate security company and on a whim decides to look into the disappearance of an accountant who works for a client firm. The adventure takes him to the Sahara and across the southern part of Africa in a race to find the accountant before a dark and sinister group get to Max, or the man he is looking for.

The prose is unhurried and simple. Bagley did use clipped and short sentences to build tension, but for the most part he builds tension and suspense with plot, setting, and character. An example of his simple style and unrushed prose in a scene that builds suspense is the following paragraph from High Citadel where the protagonist—O’Hara—is being forced to land his passenger liner on a too-short high altitude runway in the Andes Mountains.

“O’Hara looked at the black hole staring at him like an evil eye. He could see the rifling inside the muzzle and it looked as big as a howitzer. In spite of the cold, he was sweating and could feel rivulets of perspiration running down his back. He turned away from Grivas and studied the strip again. ‘Why are you doing this?’ he asked.”

Desmond Bagley’s stories are similar in both tone and storyline, but he used different methods to tell it. A sampling of his work will show the use of both first person and third person perspective. A few of his better first person narratives are Landslide, Running Blind and Bahama Crisis. High Citadel, The Spoilers, and The Tightrope Men are all in third person, and each of them is successful. He did have a habit of starting novels with the protagonist in bed sleeping past the alarm, but a few repeats are expected and forgivable.

The work of Desmond Bagley is worth discovering. It was influenced heavily by the success of Alistair MacLean and a line can easily be drawn from it to the thriller writers of the 1980s and 1990s; specifically the early work of Tom Clancy (Patriot Games, especially), Greg Dinallo, J.C. Pollock, and even the early work of David Morrell. Its roots are firmly planted in the traditional of Geoffery Household and it is comparable to many contemporary writers of Bagley, including Jack Higgins, Hammond Innes, and Gavin Lyall.

Desmond Bagley's published novels are: The Golden Keel (1962), High Citadel (1965), Wyatt's Hurricane (1966), Landslide (1967), The Vivero Letter (1968), The Spoilers (1969), Running Blind (1970), The Freedom Trap (1971), The Tightrope Men (1973), The Snow Tiger (1975), The Enemy (1977), Flyaway (1978), Bahama Crisis (1980), Windfall, (1982), Night of Error (1984), Juggernaut (1985).

NIGHT OF THUNDER by Stephen Hunter

I stumbled across a new novel by Stephen Hunter that features Bob Lee Swagger. The title: Night of Thunder. It is scheduled for release September 23, 2008. Bob Lee is a Vietnam sniper who has had more trouble in this lifetime than anyone could possibly survive, but he always does survive and in an entertaining and exhilarating manner.

There have been four novels to feature Bob Lee Swagger so far—Point of Impact, Black Light, Time to Hunt, and The 47th Samurai. The first three were written in the mid-to-late 1990s and The 47th Samurai was released last autumn, and truth be told I was a little disappointed. Mr. Hunter moved Bob Lee from the back country of the United States and sent him to Japan without his rifle to fight with swords. The plot was loose, the setting weak and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t buy into it.

I hope Night of Thunder is a return to Swagger’s good old stuff: the kind of thrillers that really do thrill with likable and believable (somewhat) characters, and larger-than-life problems that really can keep you up all night. And the rifle. I hope it is in Night of Thunder a bit more than the last one. I hope.

Cannon

I discovered a new television series yesterday. It isn’t currently in production, but it is new to me. It stars William Conrad—the guy I clearly remember from Jake and the Fatman (he was the Fatman)—and it was produced from 1971 to 1976; according to IMDB there were 120 episodes. The title: Cannon.

Frank Cannon is a former cop turned private eye who is esteemed as one of the best and most expensive in Southern California. He loves food, and amazingly does his own leg work, most of it in a gigantic Lincoln Continental. He talks to the witnesses, scouts the locations and gets thumped once or twice an episode doing one or the other. The storylines, of the few episodes I’ve watched so far, are top-notch. The mystery is intriguing, the action solid, and it is cemented together with a good deal of humor.

The amazing thing—besides Cannon being a terrific show—is that each episode runs about 50 minutes; a little better than the 38 to 43 minute shams the networks are producing today. The shows that demand TiVO to watch without cursing the advertisers and producers, no matter how good it is. Was that a rant?

Robert J. Randisi: Rat Pack Film Rights Sold

I received some really cool news from Robert J. Randisi a few days ago…

I've sold film rights to my first Rat Pack book, EVERYBODY KILLS SOMEBODY SOMETIME, to Sandy Hackett, the late Buddy Hackett's son. I will be writing the screenplay. Plans are to begin filming January 2010. Sandy Hackett will star as Sands Casino pit boss Eddie G., who in the story is asked by Frank Sinatra to help find out who is sending Dean Martin threatening notes, while they are filming Ocean's 11 in 1960 Las Vegas. All of the Rat Pack members appear in the book, as well as other historical characters like Sands boss Jack Entratter, George Raft and Angie Dickinson.

This book was followed last year by LUCK BE A LADY, DON'T DIE, and in December HEY THERE (YOU WITH THE GUN IN YOUR HAND) will be published. All the books come from St.Martin's Press, and I'm presently working on the fourth, YOU'RE NOBODY TIL SOMEBODY KILLS YOU.

I’ve read both of Randisi’s Rat Pack novels and I think each would translate well to film. You can read the Gravetapping review of Luck Be a Lady, Don’t Die Here, and a shorter review of Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime Here.

Also, Randisi has a new Western out from Leisure Books titled Double the Bounty. I’ve seen it at a couple of different locations—Barnes & Noble and a local grocery store—so I know it’s available and the cover art is pretty good, but the newer Western releases from the large New York houses have been improving—beautiful scenery with a real western flair that really makes me excited to dip into the action and story inside.

Congratulations Bob!

Don Pendelton's New York Times Obituary

It’s probably not a secret to my regular readers, but I enjoy the work of Don Pendelton— his original The Executioner novels as well as his Joe Copp series—and I’ve been “rediscovering” his work over the past few months and I have enjoyed every minute of it.

While I was cruising around Google a few days ago I came across his obituary in the New York Times. The author credits DP with the creation of a genre (a notion I share) and goes on to say that without Don Pendelton there would be no Rambo, or any of the other super hero types from 1980s film and literature.

The Rambo comparison intrigued me because the film and novel are very different. I can see a clear correlation with the Stallone film, but the David Morrell novel is less clear. The hero does not fit the super hero mold, and the novel, while firmly in the action thriller category, is much darker and more realistic (than the Mack Bolan books) with both emotion and turmoil.

The obituary is interesting, and mostly spot-on. Here it is, at least part of it…

You’ll notice the paper misspelled the last name of Mack Bolan.

Don Pendleton, 67, Writer Who Spawned a Genre
By ROBERT MCG. THOMAS JR.
Published: October 28, 1995

Don Pendleton, whose "Executioner" series featuring Mack Boland spawned the paperback genre of men's action-adventure novels, died on Monday at his home in Sedona, Ariz. He was 67.
His wife, Linda, said the cause was a heart attack.

In the beginning there were westerns, mysteries and science fiction. But until Mr. Pendleton, a onetime air traffic controller, brought Mack Boland to unlikely literary life in 1969, there was no action-adventure category, in which a lone, well-armed fantasy hero wreaks unremitting havoc on the forces of evil in modern society.

Within a decade of Boland's first appearance, the action-adventure genre was a publishing phenomenon, for a while rivaling if not eclipsing its women's counterpart, romance novels.
As surely as Owen Wister's "Virginian," gave the world William S. Hart, Hopalong Cassidy, Roy Rogers and the rest, Mr. Pendleton brought forth Rambo, and scores of other copycat heroes. (Curiously, although there have been two projects, "The Executioner" has never made it to the screen.)

Indeed, a 1988 survey found a total of 66 separate action-adventure series in print. But the genre has been in a sharp decline recently, and only a half-dozen or so survive, "The Executioner" among them.

To read the rest of the obituary go Here

"Bereavement" by Tom Piccirilli

Tom Piccirilli has successfully made the transition from horror writer to mystery writer over the past few years, and while the genre he writes has changed, the moody atmosphere, the well-developed storylines and overall quality has not. He won four Stoker Awards for his work in the horror field and he recently won a Thriller Award for his crime novel The Midnight Road.

I have been an avid Piccirilli reader since I discovered his horror novel The Night Class, and I always look forward to the release of his latest novel. But as good as his novels are his short work is even better. It—his short work—radiates mood, theme, violence, and a certain dark destiny that envelopes both protagonist and reader alike. When you read a story by Tom Piccirilli it sticks to you for awhile. And you are usually damn glad it is still there, gnawing at your psyche, gaining more and more nuance and meaning with each swirl of thought and idea.

The point? I’ve read two short stories by Tom Piccirilli in the past week and both were terrific. The first is a gem in the most recent issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine titled “Between the Dark and the Daylight” that is pitch-perfect. It is hardboiled, literate and surprising. I am going to leave my comments at that, because Bill Crider has already reviewed it over at Nasty. Brutish. Short. far better and in less space than I could.

The story I do want to talk about is “Bereavement.” The protagonist is an unnamed man who has lost nearly everyone close to him—his parents, a brother, two uncles, two aunts, and a great-grandfather. All in a twelve-month period. When the story opens the man is on another “deathwatch,” but this time it is his son who is dying. The man holds a vigil at the hospital hoping, needing, his young son to awaken one last time to hear his voice, tell him “I love you,” anything. I’ll leave it there, because to reveal more would ruin the story.

“Bereavement” is a story that drops the reader with a nasty hook. Mr. Piccirilli creates the scene perfectly—the lonely father with a dying son, the grief, shame and guilt one feels at the passing of a loved one—and then in the space of one sentence turns it on a dime not once, but twice. The plot is so tightly crafted that it can’t go anywhere but where Piccirilli takes it and the reader can do nothing except admire the skill and simple beauty of it.

The prose is tight and lucid, and crafted with a heavy sorrow—“If you love, you lose. We all know it. But you also gain a heaviness of shadow and soul that will serve you throughout life in some capacity. It’s as natural and inevitable as it is righteously unfair.”

The story straddles the line between horror and mystery—its actual location is somewhere near the resting spot of the The Twilight Zone—and it is equally satisfying in both genres. “Bereavement” is the best short story I have read this year, and really, I can’t imagine a better one will find me.

“Bereavement” was originally published in the anthology Five Strokes to Midnight and is also available in the terrific anthology A Prisoner of Memory and 24 of the Year’s Best Crime and Mystery Stories.