Sunday, October 13, 2024

Not Lost in Translation

Do books get lost in translation? What are some non-English novels you love and are there any that didn’t work over the cultural divide?

Brenda here

This week's question has me thinking. I'm certain that I've read many non-English, translated novels over my lifetime, but the first ones that come to mind are Swedish or Scandinavian mysteries. I've read most of Liza Marklund's Annika Bengtzon series, and Stieg Larsson's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series, amongst others. I've judged some translated passages to read awkwardly, but this has never been a major concern as long as the story flows.

Then there are the South African (Afrikaans) books by Deon Meyer that I've read and enjoyed in translation. His Benny Griessel series is terrific. 

I've, of course, read other translated books, although none immediately pops into my head. I guess that means the translation was good enough not to bother me. As when I watch a foreign film with English subtitles, I get into the rhythm of the text and genre and don't get bogged down by errors as long as the sense of the piece or dialogue isn't lost. The word choices can be charming at times.

I studied French in high school and throughout my government job (even going on French-language training full-time for a year), and know first-hand how difficult it can be to find the word with the exact same meaning in another language. There are often cultural nuances that cannot be dismissed. And let's face it, the English language is a nightmare. (There, their, they're. Double/triple meanings. Slang....)

My view is that translated works can enrich and broaden our own lives - a kind of journey into someone else's world without the need to leave home. Whatever helps to build greater empathy and to bridge commonalities in the human condition is a wonderful thing. Learning about other countries and cultures by way of translated stories, mais c'est magnifique!

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Friday, October 11, 2024

10 Books Every Crime Writer Needs to Read, or a Quick Guide to Hard Boiled, by Josh Stallings


Q: We keep writing new books, but there are so many classics out there. What are the crime fiction classics you think every writer should read?

A: The longer I’m on this planet, the less I get what is and isn’t a classic. Dylan enjoys listening to Classic Rock when we’re driving, I do too. My problem is, when they play a band from 2014. I think Classic? Really. A classic car show featured a DeLorean. The Go-Go’s are a staple of classic rock radio. I love the Go-Go’s, but their music is only two years older than my favorite coke filled douchemobile. Can they both be classics, or is the term “classic” flexible, meaning  a certain age, that changes with what you’re referring to? Or is it a value judgement, i.e. Classic is what I like, what I believe will stand the test of time.


I’ll go with ten foundational novels that helped me discover or improve my love of crime fiction. To do this, I’ll break them down like a Venn diagram into sub-genres that all overlap in the larger genre of crime fiction. 


Hard-boiled


Here’s a quote that captures the hard-boiled point of view; 


“I see the world through jaded eyes covered by rose colored glasses.”— All the Wild Children by Josh Stallings.


Here are four foundational hard-boiled novels:


#1 The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler, is where I discovered hard-boiled. Witty and tough. Philip Marlow was the original knight in tarnished armor. Chandler cares more about character than buttoning up every plot point. If you love puzzle mysteries, he might drive you mad.


#2 Cotton Comes to Harlem, by Chester Himes. I could have picked any of the "Grave Digger" Jones and "Coffin Ed" Johnson books, but this is the first one I read, so it remains my favorite. The names Himes gave his detectives are two of the best character names in crime fiction. Because they are police, this also fits into Police Procedural. Himes' exploration of racism and black on black crime could label this as Social Commentary. But its tone is pure hard-boiled.


#3 Devil in a Red Dress, by Walter Mosley. First of the long running Easy Rawlins series. Easy is a school janitor and amateur detective. He also collects emotionally lost kids and builds a family over the series. They are quintessential LA novels, set in Watts over multiple decades. He shows us an LA Chandler never saw. 


#4 Dancing Bear, by James Crumley, could’ve been Hunter S Thompson and Raymond Chandler’s booze soaked collaboration. Yes, it has sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. Brilliant similes describe a painfully harsh but romantic world view. Dancing Bear is the best hard-boiled novel ever written. It says the world is a rotten and mean place, but it is still worth saving. Reading it as a young thuggish man, I thought even I, with all my flaws and scars, could be the one to save someone or something.


Country Noir


#5 Tomato Red, by Daniel Woodrell. Fuck J.D. Vance and his condescending Hillbilly Elegy. If you want to read about hard scrabble hill folk from a writer that knows and more importantly loves them, read Daniel Woodrell. Winter’s Bone is equally fine. Hell any Woodrell is great reading. Tomato Red just grabbed me harder than the rest. 


#6 No Country for Old Men, by Cormac McCarthy. My Love affair with McCarthy started with the border trilogy, amazing books. But No Country sticks in my mind like a fishhook.


Latin American Hard-Boiled 


#7 An Easy Thing, by Paco Ignacio Taibo II. This is the first in the Héctor Belascoarán Shayne detective series. Actually it is the second, but Días de Combate has not been translated into English. Which is a bloody shame. Taibo reads like stream-of-consciousness word jazz. He plays out in the realm of absurdists and surrealists while adhering to the hard-boiled genre close enough to keep my heart pumping a staccato rhythm.


#8 Death in the Andes, by Mario Vargas Llosa. Magical realism kicks hard-boiled in the nuts. Hard-boiled goes down to one knee but comes back swinging. Mario Vargas Llosa is a Nobel Prize-winning Peruvian author. After finishing Death in the Andes I flew through most of his English translated books.


#9 Dark Echoes of the Past, by Ramón Díaz Eterovic. Chilean P.I. Heredia investigates a murder with links back to political prisoners held, tortured, and disappeared during the time of dictator Augusto Pinochet. Eterovic mixes wry humor with horror and heartbreak delivering one stunning cocktail.


Epic Crime Fiction


Mario Puzo’s The Godfather books should dominate this sub-genre. But I’m not sure I ever read them. I saw the films enough times to think I read them. Fifth grade, a kid stole a copy of Godfather from his parents and read to me and three other boys, the sex scene from the wedding. Wow. That’s all I remember, wow. So as my foundational work, let me present:


#10 Cartel trilogy by Don Winslow. Power of the Dog was published in 2005, Cartel in 2015, and The Border in 2019. By any standard, does that make it a classic trilogy? Hell yes, by my standard. Fanatically researched, it tells the tale of the growth of the Mexican cartels from multiple POVs, DEA agents, cartel members, Irish hitmen, Mexican journalists, doctors. Readers gain a deep view of the war on drugs being fought on the Mexican border. It is also one of the finest examples of multi story line novels I have ever read. I’m following Callan, a young Irish hit-man, and just when I’m wondering what happed to Adán Barrera’s story line, it arrives. It is as violent and hard as the world it’s set in. Never gratuitous, it is nuanced, and willing to challenge the readers’ ideas of the border. Just stunning, must read for writers and readers alike. 



I’ll leave you with this quote:


“The central question of crime fiction is how do you live decently in an indecent world.”

— Don Winslow 


What am I reading today:



Finished, We Will Be Jaguars: A Memoir of My People, by Nemonte Nenquimo, Mitch Anderson. Nemonte Nenquimo Indigenous activist, author and leader of the Waorani Nation in the Ecuadorian Amazon basin. How she got from a jungle girl who wanted to be white like the missionary’s daughter to a powerful force uniting multiple indigenous factions in a battle against big oil’s destruction of their homes is miraculous. And a damn fine read.


Still reading, Creation Lake, by Rachel Kushner. If you aren’t reading Kushner, get to it.


Thursday, October 10, 2024

Six of One and Half a Dozen of the Other, by Catriona

 Name crime-fiction classics/authors you think everybody should read.

I will, I will. But first I'm going to name six crime-fiction authors I've never read. It's good for the soul. Ahem. I have never read a single word of:

  • Edgar Alan Poe (unless we read a short story at school and I've forgotten)
  • Dashiel Hammett
  • Wilkie Collins
  • Patricia Highsmith
  • Georges Simenon
  • Rex Stout (in fact, for a long time I wasn't sure if he was the author or the character)

Right then. I think - although given what I've just revealed, who cares what I think - everyone should read:

1. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (1926) and The ABC Murders (1936), by Agatha Christie.

They're both rattling good yarns, so no one's ever going to be sorry, but there's another reason too, for budding crime writers [SPOILER ALERT]: one is a masterclass - and possibly the first example of - the faux-serial-killer plot; the other is a masterclass - and almost definitely the first example of - the unreliable narrator. 

These two tropes are still being used today, and so they should be. (If you don't want to play the game, write something else!) But no one wants to be the new crime writer who gives their genius plot a drumroll, believing they made it up, because they've never read the Dame. 

(Pause to fret that my new book might be an innocent rip-off of a Rex Stout . . .)


2. The Tiger in the Smoke (1952), Margery Allingham. 

Okay, the plot is bonkers (an Allingham speciality that reaches its zenith in The Beckoning Lady) but the atmosphere is immersive and unsettling, the pace is impeccable and the range of characters is joyous: there's a criminal gang with a leadership struggle going on; a war hero who might not have died in battle after all; a lone figure standing in the face of evil; a loan shark straight out of Dickens. And there's London. This of all Allingham's books is a love letter to London, in all its grubby, grasping, foggy glory.

 

3. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (1974), by John Le Carre. 

Speaking of grubby fog . . . I swithered back and forth between this and The Spy Who Came in from the Cold but I've only read that once, whereas I could be persuaded to re-read Tinker... on any given day. George Smiley - possibly the most ironically-named character in literature - is disappointed, morose, disillusioned (if he was ever illusioned), but not quite cynical as he trudges through the dregs of post-WWII peace into the Cold War. Is he the first of those broken men who still do good, as he sees it? Could be. Certainly he's the father of the slow horses in Mick Herron's books. And, for me, he's the antidote to James Bond. If I was on a first date and I found out the guy thought more highly of Bond than of Smiley, I'd be out of there as if he'd just snapped at the server.

This isn't relevant but I think it's funny. On a panel one time, we were musing about whether there could be a cozy version of any crime-fiction sub-genre. We didn't come to a decision, but it was agreed that a cozy spy thriller needed to be called Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Fudge.


4. A Dark-Adapted Eye, (1986) Ruth Rendell writing as Barabara Vine.

Was this the book that started psychological thrillers? Not even close. Even Rendell herself had been climbing inside desperate people and watching as their obsessions break them for ages by the time she branched out as Vine. (Make Death Love Me, from 1979, is still worth a read.) But it's impossble to deny that she knew she was doing something different again with this one. She made no attempt to hide the fact that Vine was Rendell, for one thing, so why the pseudonym? I think there's an argument to be made (and struck down, by all means) that this book was the beginning of domestic noir. The Vine books are about families and secrets and shame. A Dark-Adapted Eye was certainly the first time I, as a reader, came across that grimly claustrophobic world of dependence and dysfunction where I so love to be.




5. That Affair Next Door, (1897) Anna Katherine Green 

The Leavenworth Case (1878) is Green's most famous novel (although not famous enough when you consider that date and reflect on the fact that Arthur Conan Doyle's first Holmes story was published in 1886. I'm. Just. Sayin'). But I picked That Affair ... because in it, we get an introduction to a very familiar character: Miss Amelia Butterworth, a single lady of a certain age, whose nosiness is rewarded when her neighbour gets murdered. The police are called in, of course, but does Miss Butterworth leave it to them? Pfft. 

Also, That Affair ... is the first of the Library of Congress classic crime re-issues, which gives me an excuse to share the photo I took there last Friday.

6. The Tragedie of Macbeth, (c.1606) William Shakespeare

Don't you hate it when people are talking about crime fiction and they bring up Shakespeare or Dickens or episodes of Seinfeld? Sorry, but in this case it's undeniable. It's ripped from the headlines, or at least from a recently published account of true events, if Raphael Holinshed's Chronicles (1587) count as recent. And back then, I think they would have. It's got a murder that causes more murders as the plan falls apart - a crime plot that's still with us. It's noir to the bone - no happy endings for anyone. And if I had tried to say Ruth Rendell invented the psychological thriller, I'd have to go back and delete it now, because come on! Ambition that leads to corruption that leads to paranoia that leads to psychosis that leads to destruction, all in a seething cauldron of love, betrayal and bitterness with no escape? Chef's kiss, no?

I realise that all I've done is argue that Macbeth is crime fiction, rather than explain why anyone should read - or ideally see - it. So here goes. If someone who's been nominated for an Edgar but never read Poe has any standing at all, I put it to you that everyone should see some Shakespeare. And Macbeth is . . . wait for it . . . short.

Cx


  


Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Does how influence what? by Eric Beetner

 As fall arrives it brings visions of sitting in a cozy corner with a hot cocoa reading in quiet solitude. Most of us don’t have that luxury of time to sit and read for hours uninterrupted. Does how you read (where, length of time) affect what you read? 


I’ve long wondered if how I read makes an impact on what I like to read. I do think the short snatches of time I have to read makes a difference. There is a reason, beyond my own impatience, that I don’t do well with 1000 page doorstop books. I don’t like being tied up to one novel for months if I only have a short time to read each day.

Before the pandemic shifted me to working from home, I had a nice routine of reading on my lunch break. I’d go out and sit quietly and get an hour of reading in. Sure, people looked at me like I was sad and lonely, but I was thoroughly enjoying myself. For an hour each day, a tight thriller was perfect. A vintage paperback that clocks in at 150 pages made for ideal lunch break reading. Short chapters made it so I never had to leave off in the middle of something to make it back to work. My reading really was predicated on the time in which I could make it happen.

I work from home now and subsequently my day is less structured. You’d think it would make room for more reading time, but usually when I’m not at my desk I’m doing housework, walking dogs, making meals. Somehow the time fills up. Plus, I have lunch with my wife most days so we talk and interact like real humans. I don’t think she’d like it if I pulled out a book and went quiet on her.

So my reading time is even in shorter bursts now. Before bedtime when I’m likely to fall asleep mid-chapter. When I just need a 30 minute break from work to recharge or get my mind on other things. Yes, bathroom breaks make for good reading time and I’d bet 50% of all reading takes place there, even if authors don’t want to admit that.

So still I prefer shorter books, propulsive plots, quick chapters. 

When I get a cross-country plane ride I can luxuriate in a book and I’ve even finished entire books on long haul flights. I’ve enjoyed the few times I’ve read a book in one or two sittings. It’s just not my day-to-day reality. 

I don’t think it has an impact on the genre. I can read across genres in my style of reading. Still doesn’t mean I’m likely to pick up Infinite Jest or Ulysses anytime soon. My preferred genres of crime fiction, thrillers, and westerns naturally have tighter plotting, faster moving storylines. If I only get an hour a day max, I need a book to kick off quickly. I remember when The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo was all the rage and multiple people commented, “The first 100 pages or so if a bit of a slog, but then it really picks up.” Yeah, no. I’m out. No can do. Hook me fast, keep me engaged.

When I see people reading on the subway, at a bus stop, on a park bench, I think they might have the same reading habits as me. Stolen moments of time when a book is welcome companion and a respite from scrolling on the phone. Quite often, those people are reading thrillers or mysteries. 

Any time we go to conferences it becomes apparent that the median age of readers is on the higher side and you can safely say that retirees have more time to read. They are more likely to burn through a book in an afternoon than someone trying to juggle work, family, commuting, pets, etc. 

I admire readers who will dive into a 700-page epic fantasy that is book one of a six book series. That’s commitment. Maybe when I’m retired. Maybe that’s when it will change what I write as well.

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Classics in the Key of See

 

Name crime fiction classics/authors you think everybody should read.

 


This is the type of question I know invites regret. I’ll couch my response with one caveat and one suggestion. The caveat here is that, while literary taste is not static, I discuss titles here that I return to again and again, albeit for different reasons. The suggestion is to decide for yourself whether to visit them as a writer, as a reader, or both.

 

It’s impossible not to acknowledge the Trinity of Crime Fiction: Cain, Chandler, and Christie. I mean no disrespect to Hammett, since I was going for alliteration and I view Hammett as the darker side of the coin of the same PI tropes found in Chandler. Put another way: think of Hammett as being to Hemingway as Chandler is to F. Scott Fitzgerald. It’s also important to read those two writers to become aware of the dangers of influence. Chandler’s similes when they were good, they were a chef’s kiss, but when they were overdone, they reeked like a dead banana. Likewise, Hammettto paraphrase Faulkner on Hem— won’t use words that will send you to the dictionary.

 

Oh, and speaking of Fitzgerald, I might be one of those weirdos who read The Great Gatsby as a mystery. Who killed Gatsby? Who killed Myrtle Wilson? The image of Gatsby dead in his swimming pool reminds me of the dead Joe Gillis in the movie Sunset Boulevard.

 

Christie has sold almost as many books as God.  Not blasphemy—only the Bible outsells the Dame. I cut my teeth on her mysteries, binging through them, at the behest of a teacher. I suggest reading And Then There Were None and contrasting it with Yukito Ayatsuji’s The Decagon House Murders.

 

James M. Cain’s Double Indemnity is a masterclass in concise prose, pacing, and pitch-perfect dialogue. It foreshadows George V. Higgins and his The Friends of Eddie Coyle, and almost all of Elmore Leonard.

 

There have been trends in crime fiction. I’m not a fan of the serial killer or vigilante genres, but I do recommend Thomas Harris’s Silence of the Lambs because it offers creepy characterization, in the same way Patricia Highsmith paints in Ripley’s sociopathy one stroke at a time.

 

There are the supernovae that can’t be avoided: the first of the firsts. Walter Mosley’s Easy Rawlins series; Chester Himes’s Harlem series; Eleanor Taylor Bland; Sara Paretsky’s V. I. Warshawski; and Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone series. Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca and Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood. Both Michael Nava’s Henry Rios series and Joseph Hansen’s Brandstetter mysteries present the gay male as a protagonist and not as criminals.

 

If you want to read Los Angeles as a survey of city and crime then read in order: Chandler, Ellroy, and Hansen.

 

Let’s hear it for humor, which I find difficult to write well. Check out Charles Willeford and Carl Hiaasen.

 

For fans who like what I call the Crossover, that mix of mystery with splashes of any or all of the above: horror, history, and romance.

 

A.S. Byatt’s Possession.

Stephen King’s Mr. Mercedes.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s Shadow of the Wind.

Umberto Eco’s Name of the Rose.

 

Perhaps next time, I’ll offer a list of mysteries in translation, which are worth reading for their different cultural attitudes and legal systems.

Monday, October 7, 2024

Writers are the Best Teachers

 Q: We keep writing new books, but there are so many classics out there. What are the crime fiction classics you think every writer should read?

from Susan

 

What a good question! Note the focus is on what writers should be sure and read, not what readers may relish most, and that’s a distinction with a difference. As readers, we sometimes settle into books that may not be great as examples of elegant, articulate, and brilliant, but which give us immense pleasure anyway. 

 

For me, one example of pleasure first is the entire catalog of Rex Stout Nero Wolfe mysteries. My New York City isn’t his, but I’m a native and visiting an older version of Manhattan and environs is never going to disappoint. Some of the plots are terrific and I wouldn’t know who did the deed if I hadn’t read the book a few times. But are they strong enough to help writers? Maybe not in 2024. Probably the same answer for Agatha Christie’s best novels, too.

 

Sara Paretsky’s series, especially the earlier ones, hits the mark for me. She has created a strongly individual protagonist in V.I. Warshawski with well-defined strengths and vulnerabilities and an unyielding moral code that propels her forward logically in her pursuit of wrongdoers. Paretsky has found a way to confront venality and greed that escapes preaching, makes the most of surprises, and has plenty of tension. I think her body of work is a classic in the genre.

 

Walter Mosley is another writer worthy of being a model of the best kind of writing. In his characters and their language, he embraces and invites readers into an expanded relationship with cultures beyond what they may have known. Again, no preaching, just exciting prose, ways to identify with his protagonists, colorfully written environments, danger that takes our breath away, and crimes that beg our attention. He set high standards that writers are still studying.

 

Georges Simenon mastered the art of an internally-focused examination of crime from the perspective of the investigator, nuanced and flawed. Sometime the result was creepy, sometimes dark, but to me his work -stripped of sentimentality and of the charm readers like -  insisted that I acknowledge cruelty and the possibility of justice and or redemption. Never a light read but one that stuck with me. I’ve only read his novels in translation and perhaps because his work is better known to French readers, he may not be considered in this country to be a classic.

 

There are other writers who I think provide excellent models for writers for one or more reasons. Jacqueline Winspearso totally and believably embraces wartime England’s terrible struggles that her individual books resonate, and her series is completely interconnected and engaging. Donna Leon built a world for her Venetian policeman that has held up though a series of novels and that includes fine secondary characters who are woven into every part of the stories focused on the kinds of business and corporate crimes we too often look past. John LeCarre is almost beyond overstating as the spy novelist of greatest distinction, his only rival in my mind the brilliant Martin Cruz Smith. Both writers created protagonists who can amply shoulder the burden of dealing with the intimate, corrupt world of government without control or conscience.

 

There are other classic crime writers my Minds colleagues will spotlight, and I know I have overlooked some I haven’t read enough of or just didn’t respond to as a writer. The treasures of crime fiction are many and varied as are the writers who plumb good writing for inspiration. And that’s as it should be.


Not to claim anything like comparative status, but here are a couple of my recent in-print books and I need to add I'd be so happy if more people considered buying one!




 

Friday, October 4, 2024

It's (lit) festival time! - By Harini Nagendra

As we face the last few months of 2024, any events, projects or releases planned to end the year?

Why yes! I'm absolutely thrilled to be doing not one or two, but three events this year to celebrate the Bangalore Detectives Club series, in particular the latest book (book 3), A Nest of Vipers



First, the Surrey International Writer's Conference, where I'm joining online from Bangalore, to teach three workshops


  • Second, I'll be in New York in November, at the Indo-American Arts Council Literature Festival 2024, 9-10 November - save the date!






  • I'd love to see you if you're in NY or nearby!

And finally, the third event, in my home town, beautiful Bangalore, where the Bangalore Detectives Club is set, 13-14 December


Save the dates - and let me know if you're in the vicinity. What a fun way to end the year.


Thursday, October 3, 2024

What’s on the Horizon? from James W. Ziskin

As we face the last few months of 2024, any events, projects or releases planned to end the year?

I’ll be attending two conferences before the end of the year, the Concord Festival of Authors — October 28 — then New England Crime Bake — November 8-10. I’m also going to talk (via Zoom) with Art Taylor’s short story students at George Mason University in November. We’re going to take a dive into strategies and challenges of writing Sherlock Holmes pastiches. In particular I want to discuss anachronisms and language. Listen, I’m no Sherlockian, but I did put a huge amount of work into one such pastiche that ended up a finalist for the 2021 Edgar Award for short story. 

Besides the conferences and my zoom call, I don’t have much going on writing-wise. No books or stories coming out yet, though I do have a novel out on submission. So I’m just thinking about and plotting new book ideas.

People often ask where writers get their ideas. For me, inspiration comes from a variety of sources, and usually when you least expect it. Many ideas fall by the wayside and never materialize into any finished product. Maybe that’s why I can rarely remember when or how the idea for a book or story originally came to me. Sometimes it’s a line from a song that sets off a brainstorm. That’s what inspired me to write Cast the First Stone (2017), my Ellie Stone mystery set in 1962 Los Angeles. The song was “It Never Rains in Southern California,” a 1972 classic from Albert Hammond. Here’s a link.


There’s little about the song that plays out in my story except for two details. First, it rains non-stop—it pours, man it pours—during my story of Ellie’s Los Angeles visit. I made great use of the rain angle, soaking Ellie and all but ruining her pursuit of a missing hometown boy trying to make it big in Hollywood. It seems February 1962 was a very wet month in Los Angeles, and that suited me fine. I loved the exceptional weather detail. The rain dogs Ellie for two weeks makes for a refreshing departure from the usual California sunshine.

The other detail from the song is one simple, heartbreakingly haunting plea by the singer to keep his Hollywood failure a secret. Don’t tell the folks back home. “Please don't tell 'em how you found me/Don't tell 'em how you found me/Gimme a break, give me a break.” The tortured emotions of that song opened the floodgates to 96,000 words and Anthony, Lefty, and Macavity nominations for Cast the First Stone.

Other than songs, inspiration strikes from who knows where. As I mentioned above, I usually don’t remember. But right now, from now until the end of the year, I’m letting three ideas marinate. All three came from songs. We’ll see if they pan out.


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Wednesday, October 2, 2024

Tooting my horn

As we face the last few months of 2024, any events, projects or releases planned to end the year?

by Dietrich


This week question’s just the perfect chance for some shameless self promotion. My new novel, Crooked, was just released by ECW Press on the 24th, and like any writer with a new book, I’m pretty jazzed about it. The story’s based on the real life misadventures of Alvin Karpis and his connection to the infamous Barker family, so it’s a work of fiction that follows actual events. 


I first became interested in Alvin Karpis's story after reading his autobiography On the Rock, which led me to Public Enemies by Bryan Burrough which covered the crimes of the Barker/Karpis Gang. There were also numerous reliable online sources such as Chicagology as well as many historical newspaper articles that helped me built the storyline.


Crooked starts shortly after Karpis and Fred Barker met in the Kansas State Prison. After being released in the spring of 1931, they connected and started a spree of small-time robberies that led to the killing of a patrolman in Arkansas, then facing off against a sheriff in Howell County, Missouri. 


After fleeing to Kansas, they robbed bank after bank before being joined by Fred’s brother ‘Doc’ upon his release from prison. Over the next two years the gang hit more banks, shooting at anyone that got in their way. When they became hunted by every lawmen over several states, they were forced to seek safe haven in St. Paul under the protection of a mobbed-up police chief who held out his hand and turned a blind eye to their criminal activities as long as they committed them someplace else. 


With increasing security on the banks, Karpis and the Barkers switched their focus to kidnapping, snatching William Hamm of Hamm's Brewery right outside the man’s office. Scoring over a hundred thousand, they followed this with a new slew of bank robberies before kidnapping Edward George Bremer, owner and president of the Schmidt Brewing Company. They scored a ransom of over two hundred thousand on that one, but they also caught the attention of J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI. As the gang topped the most-wanted lists, they soon found themselves the most hunted outlaws in America — and nobody was looking to take them alive.


Well, I hope that piques your interest in Crooked and thanks for reading.


Lastly, here’s an early review. 


“Kalteis vividly evokes the spirit of the times, and paints multidimensional portraits of his central characters. Though readers well-versed in the era’s history will know how the story ends, the action is tightly coiled enough to keep them flipping pages and rooting for the rogues. It’s another winner from Kalteis.” — Publishers Weekly


Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Busy, Busy, Busy

 

Terry here, with this week's project: 

 As we face the last few months of 2024, any events, projects or releases planned to end the year? 

 Oh my goodness, yes. I have two short stories to write, a book to publish (yes! Venturing into the self-publishing world), a book to promote (The Troubling Death of Maddy Benson comes out October 2) from Severn House) and a book to get started writing (the next Samuel Craddock, which is due February 28). Not to mention doing edits from the notes my publisher will send me on the second Jessie Madison book, tentatively entitled Deep Dive

 So…let’s break it down. October 2, The Troubling Death of Maddy Benson is a book I’m really proud of—it has a tough theme. As Kirkus remarked, “A hot take on the state of abortion access (in Texas) since the demise of Roe v. Wade.” I have a few book events planned for it with authors Georgia Jeffries (The Younger Girl) and Michelle Chouinard (The Serial Killer Guide to San Francisco) in both Los Angeles and the Bay Area. 

 Sooner or later I have to finish the short story I promised for an anthology based on Lyle Lovett songs. The short story, called “Nora at the Bar” is almost finished—I just need to nail the end. 

 I also want to try my hand at another type of short story proposed by Michael Bracken. I’m so in awe of Michael (or Mr. Mystery Short Story as I tend to think of him) that it’s hard not to feel intimidated by the prospect of submitting a short story to him. Plus, I’ve thought of an interesting twist on a short story to submit to an anthology—if I can find time to write it. 

 Then there’s the book I’m planning to publish myself (or “independently” as it’s called these days.) It’s been thoroughly edited and it’s a book I really like. I’ve been looking for a standalone project to put out on my own and Out of Control seems like the perfect vehicle. I’m even thinking of doing the audio book myself. We’ll see. Timing seems crucial to such a project. With Maddy Benson coming out October 2, I want to wait at least 4-6 weeks before the standalone comes out, but I want it to be out in plenty of time for holiday purchase. 

 Last, and certainly not least, I have a contract for the twelfth in the Samuel Craddock series. I’ve been kicking around ideas for it, but with it due February 28, I have to get busy doing more than kicking. 

 Meanwhile, at the time you’re reading this, I’m in Greece—which has long been on my bucket list. (I promise photos). I’ve taken with me several e-books that I need to read for one reason or another, and I purchased a new iPad to replace the iPad mini, and bought a keyboard so I can write on those hot afternoons when everyone else is napping. I wrote most of the fourth Samuel Craddock books while I was on safari in Africa, so I know it can be done.