Headstone, Ken Bruen. Wasn’t sure if I liked it through the middle, as the torments Taylor has to go through can be a bit much. By the end I was all in. Of course, it’s Bruen, so the writing was excellent throughout and got me over the rough spots.
Writing
the Private Eye Novel, Robert J. Randisi, editor. Essays from more than
twenty heavyweights circa early 90s, this is still a wealth of information for
anyone interested in writing private detective fiction. Lawrence Block, Loren
Estleman, Ed Gorman, Sue Grafton, Parnell Hall, and a dozen others join Randisi
in exploring every facet of writing a PI novel, which often applies to writing
fiction in general. I bought this after Bob died, as I wanted something of his
on my bookshelf and this seemed a logical choice. It turned out to be far more
educational and inspirational than I expected.
Lines
and Shadows, Joseph Wambaugh. Non-fiction examination of a special team
of San Diego police tasked with keeping predators from robbing, raping, and
killing people sneaking across the border in the late 1970s, and how things
eventually got out of hand. Focuses on more than the police work to shine a
light on a too often forgotten aspect of the immigration problem: these are
human beings deserving of at least a minimum amount of consideration and
safety. The salient takeaway for me is how Wambaugh describes the US-Mexico
border as an imaginary line separating two economies. Highest recommendation.
Floodgate,
Johnny Shaw. I do loves me some Johnny Shaw. This is a departure from the Jimmy
Veeder fiascos and Big Maria, and I was a little dubious at first. Not
that it wasn’t good, just not what I expected. I got over that when I saw how
compelling the story was and Shaw’s natural irreverence took over. Reads a
little like a mash-up of James Ellroy and Carl Hiaasen; Shane Black could make the
movie.
The
Big Book of the Continental Op, Dashiell Hammett; edited by Richard Layman
and Julie M. Rivett. It’s 733 small print double-column pages of every
Continental Op story ever published, and one that wasn’t. (“Three Dimes.”)
Contains the serialized version of “The Cleansing of Poisonville,” which became
Red Harvest, as well as the original stories that make up The Dain
Curse. The Beloved Spouse™ gave this to me as a Christmas gift in 2022 and
I read the stories as palate cleansers between novels. It’s wonderful to see how
Hammett’s writing improved as time went on and the stories became more complex
and refined. I particularly enjoyed reading the opening lines of “Fly Paper.”
(It was a wandering daughter job.)
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