Archive for April, 2006

Swimming with the Phishes

Friday, April 14th, 2006

A few more books have trickled in as Good Friday and Passover provide a respite from commerce if only for a few days. Stock exchanges are closed and not a single member of the military establishment has sought Don Rumsfeld’s resignation since late Thursday. Say what you will about the Bush administration, train wreck, Nixon without the laughs, it takes a lot of effort to alienate retired generals, hippies, Latinos, African-Americans, women, a handful of white guys, and Republican lawyers with shotguns. Let’s give them an A for effort. I think Scooter Libby summed it nicely when he said he wasn’t going to hide behind the president who told him to leak Valerie Plame’s name to the press after her old man failed to find Saddam’s hand in the yellowcake.
Here now the books: Days of Rage by Kris Nelscott. Black Panthers. Weathermen SDS. Trisha Nixon’s engagement. Two of these form part of the background for this novel set in Chi-town circa 1968. Smokey Dalton is underground to protect his son who witnessed the assassination of Martin Luther KIng and knows James Earl Ray didn’t pull the trigger. The Days of Rage was an event planned by the Weathermen during the Chicago Eight trial; with this charged set up Kris Nelscott writes a novel about dead bodies in a rundown Queen Anne home in Chicago. It’s intriguing and well written but the devil is in the details and there are a lot of details about architecture, building maintenance, and how to avoid riots in the Loop. I like Smokey and empathize with his dilemma but the pacing undermines the tension. The new science of forensics (1968) doesn’t feel new. Smokey is a careful man and Kris Nelscott is a careful writer and this book feels cautious and restrained.

If you’re scoring at home you might think how come so many titles from SMP Minotaur are mentioned on this blog? Is the earl some sort of paid flack? Sadly no. They send a lot of books for review; TWB, Hachette, does too. Harper Collins does in fits and starts. Because the staff here at One More Bite of the Apple is imaginary, they don’t do a lot of actual work, no matter how many memos I write. Luckily it rains a lot here.

Preview of Oncoming Traffic

Thursday, April 13th, 2006

The earl here recording my thoughts in real time. Well, wouldn’t you know it. Just as I have seized control of the dash board the hogs have escaped taking their RSS expertise with them. While I hurry after them Depew will assist with the news portion of the blog. Try not to startle him with those pingbacks; this means you Washington Post.

Bill Crider’s A Mammoth Murder is out April 27th from SMP Minotaur. Bill got a blurb from The Romantic Times demonstrating his global appeal as a writer. Have they read Voltaire’s Miasma? Not according to my publicist Lars Kierkegaard. Lars is a certified Volvo mechanic and publicist a combo that works well on road trips.

Steven Havill’s latest is titled Statute of Limitations. Set in New Mexico it features Estelle Reyes-Guzman as the under-sheriff of Posadas County. She’s a good character and the story is well written. it’s more domestic than say, Ken Bruen, but then so was the Korean War. If the hogs had thumbs…wait, they do have thumbs, and they are up for this one.

High Priestess by David Skibbins will be released April 26. Tarot cards and Berkeley in the Sixties. I think the earl attended Berkeley before California became a state. Uh oh here he comes.

Wellington Leg Blook

Wednesday, April 12th, 2006

Special to the Druidical & Literary. A horrified quality control team has released a report about the content on this blog. “The readers have been duped into reading Voltaire’s Miasma. These seemingly random blog entries are actually a blook.” The entries form a kind of autobiographical sketch of the earl, no doubt skewed to avoid certain glaring truths. “This is the sort of scandal the publishing world can ill afford,” noted Team Leader Scooter Libby. “The good people of Wellington Leg, Goth, and Henley Hornbrook have been suborned, reduced to bit parts in a dreadful potboiler that posits the notion that California has been invaded by the Roman Army.”

Copies of the report were leaked to the press by Prudentia Chalfont-Smythe chair of the Executive Committee. “We wish to apologize to literary agents editors and readers especially those residents of Los Angeles who may have altered plans for outdoor activities based on specious reports from the earl and his cronies.”
Spokespeople for the European Union are distraught. Germany is not about cede Bavaria to the daft claims of a princess-bookie and an unregistered unpublished earl. The people of France are outraged that Voltaire is being abused even in death.
Chalfont-Smythe goes on to say “Even twenty seven days in a chimney, a legitimate world’s record, failed to ignite his literary career.”
“My own blook Her Lyrical Poetry will be ready for publication far in advance of the earl’s mad collection of Volvo moments as he calls them; I’m far from certain what a “Volvo moment” is although I suspect being dragged across the floor of a train station by a fleeing literary agent may qualify. I doubt whether the Volvo automobile people or indeed the citizens of Sweden appreciate being the butt of such jokes.” Chalfont-Smythe will be appearing at Eddie’s Book Nook in Redding California. Redding is of course the capital city of “free California.” Roman skirmishers were seen at the outlet mall in March, but chief of mall security Dick Cheney sez “the shopping lamp is lit.”

The Earl Shaken up in Podcasting Incident

Monday, April 10th, 2006

Special to the Druidical & Literary. Shortly after being rocked for five runs in two innings the earl was injured in the podcasting booth. Two men in paisley ties and boater hats were detained by stadium security forces alerted to the danger by a passing motorist. “They were drunk and casting pods from the stadium’s retractable roof,” reported chief of security Edwina Talbot-Mayhew. Ms. Talbot-Mayhew donned a boater in an undercover sting operation involving yards of paisley and false handlebar mustaches. One of the pods sailed across Avenue of the Americas striking the fender of Paris Milton scion of the stadium podcasting Miltons of Darien and Palm Beach. Paris was interviewed by Page Seven correspondent Snake Pliskin before being whisked from the scene.

Pod sniffing dogs were summoned from nearby Port St. Lucie. A Mrs. Frothingmunster was detained when she was discovered wearing a handlebar mustache; DCI Borchardt attempted to remove the mustache only to find it was real. “It’s a regimental mustache,” he admitted before flash bulb popping members of the press corps could be maced. “My face is red,” he added.

Court Awards Bavaria to the Dowager Princess

Monday, April 10th, 2006

Ventura County California: After dismissing the jury, Circuit Court Judge William Armandhammer awarded the throne of Bavaria to the complaintant, the Dowager Princess. In rendering his decision the judge remarked that “in the battlefield of ideas hers were superior to those presented by the European Union. She is the regent of Bavaria with all the privileges and honors attendant. I expect the Federal Republic of Germany will cede her the lands and townes and the Porsche factories, including animals and barnyards and feathered beasts…”

The verdict was a setback for the city of Detroit, and Mitch Albom who cried foul when the DP bolted from her Renaissance Towers Suite after the Super Bowl. “She’s a bookmaker,” said detective Artie Shaw. “I don’t care if she is the czarina.”

A spokesperson for the EU promised a vigorous appeal. “We’re not breaking Germany up into tiny fiefdoms because of some crack pot judge.” Seventy two percent of those polled rejoice at the thought of returning to feudalism reported Ernst Von Catalina. “Big castles are going to waste.”

Crime and Punishment

Saturday, April 8th, 2006

It’s a crime to be a writer and numerous punishments have evolved over the centuries directed at the practitioners of this bizarre avocation. The cruder attempts to smother the urge to put pen to paper are well known, recorded by historians who are writers themselves, but have the common sense not to call themselves that. Just as the journalist morphed through the golden age of television into the anchor person, historians have seized control of institutes of higher learning by offering their novitiates the sanctity of an important sounding job. Proof of this thesis is sometimes called the Inlaw Test wherein young people who wish to mate are scrutinized by a panel of elders. If your son or daughter bring home an anchor person there is great rejoicing. An anchor person! The clanking chains of celebrity emerge from the basement gripping baskets of twelve year old Scotch. Our casa is your casa oh anchored one. The children will have bright futures and enough hair to get them through downtown Dallas in a thunderstorm.

Bringing home a historian may cause a more muted display as no one is quite certain what a historian might do on a Saturday night or if it’s okay to watch football during dinner. Lesser members of the tribal council may wonder why the historian doesn’t know that General Lee is a Dodge Charger or that the playmate of the month wants children everywhere to have the opportunity to attend college. These few dissenters may sow future doubt about the suitably of a tweedy campus life where people discuss tenure the way others discuss life after death. Tire rotation on the Volvo wagon will be postponed so let’s have grandpa crack open the eight year old Scotch.

Tips on bringing home a writer: wait until everyone is three sheets to the wind before confessing that your inamorata is a writer. If the occasion is New Year’s Day delay this announcement until halftime of the Sun Miscrosystems Gator Bowl and the TV is on full blast. Send a loved one to the basement for that bottle of three week old Scotch while Aunt Mary commences a novena for the future misery sure to follow. Uncle Ted has never heard of you and everyone will wish you’d stayed with that anchor person who appears on Channel Seven Action News where staccato blips of urgency underscore the tragic success of the one who got away.

Sara Gran’s Come Closer

Friday, April 7th, 2006

Regular readers know Sara Gran is one of our favorite authors but what you don’t you is how quickly that’s come to be true. With Dope and Saturn’s Return to New York she stormed the granite face of preferences and forced open the creaky gates of my mind. I hate that. Before my mind closes for spring cleaning and Pedro and Martha seize what remains of my awareness of current events I offer this informal review of Come Closer.

Come Closer is marketed as a horror novel, a genre that I run from. As the story of Amanda and her inner demon unfolds the inadequacy of labels is revealed. Sara Gran accomplishes this feat with a low key approach to a subject matter burdened with monster movie expectations wringing tension from the depiction of an ordinary life going off the rails. This is a balance beam story in which the slips and falls are structured to appear minor if disconcerting. Central to the story is the study of how two people can live together without connecting to the inner life of either one. Ed may be an archetype, but as much as he anchors Amanda, he drags her down with his allergy infested vision of normalcy.

Come Closer is Sara’s second novel, soon to be released in paperback. Fans of her understated style will enjoy and appreciate her take on urban isolation, loneliness, the quiet battle for the soul in upmarket Brooklyn.

These Bloggers Aren’t Real People

Thursday, April 6th, 2006

Lee Goldberg has a link to an article in the Contra Costa Times about blogs written by fictional characters, including one Lee writes as a character from the TV show Monk. This is an alarming trend points out D&L publisher Oliver Castinstone: “This has an Alice in Wonderland quality that I for one doubt will ever catch on.” Oliver claims to be in Texas where Tom Delay’s pockets are being emptied in search of tickets to the Oval Office and discount parking permits. Rumors persist that DeLay will become an Amazon. Reviewer.

“Fictional characters blogging?” The Dowager Princess is in Ventura County to press her claims to the throne of Bavaria. “I adore Lee Goldberg, but for heaven sake, I’m in the middle of a legal battle and don’t want to be fooled with…” The Princess reports that life in beseiged Los Angeles seems remarkably normal. “The Romans briefly seized control of the Beverley Hills Hotel,” she reports. “But not the bungalows.”

The Earl could not be reached for comment. His embittered dogsbody Urquhart Depew seemed bemused by all the fuss. “Existence is a fragile thing,” he said. “That’s why I lean on my rake.”

Between the Buttons

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006

This is a state of mind check. It’s been four thousand miles since my last confession and these are their stories. Big excitment after book publisher emailed to say favorable things about a submission of mine, to nudge my humble manuscript further along in their internal deliberations, to assauge and assure that they may be favorably disposed, etc. One more hurdle to go. It’s fun to imagine total strangers reading my book, brushing off the advances of carmen electra with a stern, not now, carmen, I’m reading. Damn it, carmen, leave those people be. Not Katie Couric’s resignation nor the latest pronouncement from the Hugo Chavez-Pat Robertson 12 rounder live at Caesar’s Palace will distract these folk from the task at hand. Bless your hearts.

Am I nervous? No. I don’t think Hugo Chavez will destabliize Latin America although before he blows his oil money on suborning Bolivia he might want to check the silt levels in the Caroni river basin where hydraulic mining is choking the river to death fouling the turbines upriver at the Guri Dam. There but for the grace of God sails Pat with thunderbolts leaping from his fists. Maybe I am nervous.

Little tussle with the historical novel over the opening pages. Too slow sez he. Meanwhile the only cure for all of this zesty interaction is working on the next novel. Joe Konrath had a quiz about understanding the difference between persistance and delusional behavior; this is my take on the issue, my answer to the quiz, Joe, is it delusional when an editor kicks carmen to the curb just so he can read my manuscript? Of course Pat from Virginia thinks to ask just whose delusion are we in? That’s important because how else will you know what to wear? A brief excursion down the Rio Caroni reveals that Christopher Columbus discovered Venezuela in 1497. He named it Trinidad, gateway to Asia. A little hump across the Andes might have set him straight but he sailed back to Spain for tapas and cocktails before the ether took hold. Then Katie Couric resigned.

Book Passage Mystery Conference

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006

While the earl ices down his elbow and exchanges notes on how to pitch the Duchess the rest of the staff is corraling the latest literary news. Spring means more than the crack of the bat or ping of the bat for those who favor aluminum; the Duchess does and she hit the Budweiser sign above Hadrian’s Ampitheater swinging that timber. Or that extruded bauxite. When she’s not winning home run derbies she is busy covering the book beat for our crosstown rival the Wellington Leg Intelligencer.  Rather than write our own article we swiped hers utilizing the Rick Moody Biccycle Messenger ploy from The Diviners.

Special to the PI:  Denise Mina is among the faculty this year at the Book Passage Mystery Conference July 13-16. The author of Field of Blood, Deception, and the Garnethill Trilogy will join Martin Cruz Smith, John Lescroart, Rhys Bowen, and Robert Crais at the conference in Corte Madera. Cornelia Read will be there as well after the release of A Field of Darkness. Jacqueline Winspear and Sheldon Siegel co-chair the conference. Cara Black, Kirk Russell, Tony Broadbent, Hallie Ephron, and Camille Minichino round out the staff.

We have to lure the Duchess away from the PI. Stealing her stories is cheaper, but what about journalistic integrity? With the earl a resin bag away from greatness what does this portend for the Druidical & Literary? Fade to organ music…