Saturday, 30 April 2011

Short Sharp Interview: Gordon Harries


Short Sharp Interview: Gordon Harries



PDB: How did you first get interested in Dashiel Hammett?

This is a fairly convoluted story, but many years ago I had a friend who ran a used book shop. He'd pass me books that he thought might be of interest. One of these was 'The Big Nowhere' by James Ellroy, which I loved so much I began tracking down interviews via the Internet. Ellroy was then expelling a lot of air extolling the virtues of Dash Hammett, who I was already dimly aware of via the oft-stated debt that 'Millar's Crossing' owed to him.

So, in much the way the Elmore Leonard led me to George V. Higgins (Leonard has always claimed that 'The Friends of Eddie Coyle' taught him to write crime fiction), James Ellroy pointed me to Dashiel Hammett.

PDB: Hammett and Chandler are pretty much the only crime writers that have been accepted by the mainstream writing world. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Both, I think. On the one hand there are writers who should be considered ‘mainstream’ (George Pelecanos, for example, writes in the social realist tradition at least as much as he writes in the slipstream of Hammett or Chandler.) and there are also novels that fall between the stools of crime and literary fiction, like Martyn Waites’ ‘The White Room’. As a consequence that book failed to be promoted effectively and today languishes in obscurity. Best thing Waits ever wrote. That’s the biggest cost: writers who struggle to find an audience because they’re labelled genre.

Crime fiction, at least to my mind, should be an interrogation of the culture that spawned it and the urge towards respectability militates against the urgency of the genre. (For several reasons, not least because authors can end up worrying about ‘the legacy’ when they’re writing self-consciously more mainstream i.e. less offensive novels.)

But I do think that Crime Fiction will end up becoming part of the language of mainstream fiction anyway. Authors like Laura Lippmann, Dennis Lehane, John Connolly, Declan Hughes, David Peace, Denise Mina and on (and on) are already pointing to that….

PDB: Do you see a big difference between American and British crime writing?

The short answer is: not as big a difference as there should be.

There’s a fundamental difference, I feel, in the way that crime fiction has developed in Britain and America. If you look at the post-Vietnam writers such as Daniel Woodrell or James Crumley and more recently David Corbett, they’re all movie freaks. (The first Corbett novel –‘Devil’s Redhead’—really does feel like a good seventies thriller.) Much of James Ellroy and Megan Abbott’s work is directly about the disparity between the portrait of America that the movies present and the reality.

Britain, by way of contrast, really doesn’t have much of a movie culture –young and glamorous people here go into and gravitate towards music, which is where things like class frustrations and the disparity between truth and illusions get talked about.

The difference is, obviously, in an age where cinema has become the predominant universal language (certainly of the west) that the British don’t really bring they’re own interpretation to the table, even directors like Paul Greengrass and Danny Boyle are working in an American ‘voice’. So, ultimately I feel that far, far too much British crime fiction comes across as an instant variation of real coffee.

PDB: Is there a difference between crime writing from the North of England and the south?

Well, certainly a writer like Ray Banks bring a demonstrably rougher voice to his stories than, say, Mark Billingham does…

But, again, the real problem is one of people writing about either London or Glasgow as though they were writing about South Central L.A. I don’t mean to disparage other sub-genre’s of crime writing, but my heart lies with the social realist tradition and it’s important to be truthful about where we come from and who we are, I think.

PDB:What’s happening with your blog Needle Scratch Static then?

There’s been a lot of emotional turbulence around my family over the last few years, which suggests that it was probably the wrong time to launch/ramp up any type of on-line ‘presence’. I also had an issue with my computer blowing up and a significant problem with my eyes.

The problems have ebbed away now though and I’ve recently initiated a ‘soft’ relaunch of the site, with the pieces building up with substance as time goes by.

PDB:What's your involvement with Crimefactory and The Rap Sheet?

The door’s open at both sites, in so far as I’m aware. I’d imagine that my productivity in both places will pick up now that my eyes work and I’m on-line again.

PDB: How's the novel that you're writing ticking over?

I’m actually mid-way through the novel, which is about Manchester in both the seventies and the present day. I’ve also recently finished a novella (which was kind of inspired by what Tom Piccilli’s been doing over the last few years with his ‘noirellas’) that I’m currently debating what to do with.

You can stalk Gordon Harries here:

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

PLOTS WITH GUNS -Spring Issue OUT!!!

The all new- and very spiffy looking- spring issue of  PLOTS WITH GUNS is OUT NOW.


There are stories from Cameron Ashley & Jimmy Callaway, Greg Bardsley, Richard Godwin, Sigmund Werndorf, Fred Zackel, Graham Powell and MORE!


Young Guns GO FOR IT!

News From BYKER BOOKS

News from BYKER BOOKS
 
Just a quick mail to let you know that we're currently running a free competition to win 'Honey Rich' by Dan Wagstaffe as well as an interview with said author on our site. The book is about a footballer at the wrong end of the game trying to scrape by on the sort of wage a binman would turn his nose up at and has garnered some excellent reviews. Dan himself is a former York City junior and has a bit of insider knowledge when it comes to the not so beautiful game!

Read his thoughts here and enter the competition here.

Further to this just to let you know that Radgepacket 5 is going down well with the people who matter and is selling fast so if you're curious to know just what this little book with the big reputation is all about or if you've been meaning to complete your collection but haven't got round to it then let me link you to the right place...here.

Right, that's it from me, there's tea in the pot and rubbish on the telly - get in!

Cheers,
 
Ed
 

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Guest Blog: Creating a Killer by B R Stateham


Guest Blog: Creating a Killer by B R Stateham

Daniel De Silva’s Gabriel Allon.
Robert Crais’ Joe Pike.
Lee Child’s Jack Reacher.
Robert Ludlum’s Jason Bourne.
Ian Fleming’s James Bond.

Killers.  Every one of’em.  Some kill reluctantly.  Some dispassionately.  Some in anger.  But all of’em kill with uncanny efficiency.  Each one trained to kill by various government agencies. Three of’em are spies; two are ex-military.

But when it comes to wet work they know how to get the job done.

Oddly enough there are huge fan bases for such characters.  We love our killers.  We can’t wait to read more about their adventures.  Their near misses.  Their daring escapades.  I say oddly enough that we enjoy such men because, by nature, most of us are law-abiding, rules compliant, citizens of our respective countries.  We go to work; we come home.  We kiss the wife or the husband goodbye when we leave, and hello when we step back into our domestic little cubicles we call home.

I doubt any of us really think about what it would take to kill someone.  Unless, for course, you are a writer.  And if you are a writer who wants to create a character as memorable as the ones mentioned above . . . then buddy, you have a problem.  A very, very big problem.

How do paint the portrait of a killer who can generate a fan base willing to read anything and everything your new character is going to be in?  How can you create a character who has a conscience, for instance; yet one who isn’t bothered by remorse?  Or create a character who actually enjoys his work.  Yet isn’t portrayed as some mindless, crazed, serial killer.  How do you create a character who, on occasion, shows restraint in who he decides to take out.  Actually knows, and allows, the term ‘mercy’ to take place.

A chore not as easy as you might think.

I think I did.  One afternoon a guy by the name of Smitty wandered across my keyboard while writing a short story.  Didn’t know he was there.  Didn’t realize at first who or what this guy was.  But it felt good.  The story worked.  Smitty seemed perfectly formed.  And dozens of other stories came along in quick succession featuring this dark eyed killing machine.

Amazingly enough, readers fell in love with him.  Are in love with him.  Ask for more of him.  And I am more than happy to oblige.

B.R.  Stateham is old.  Sixty-one years old . . .or young, if compared to the age of Egyptian Pyramids.  Either way you want to look at it, he’ll tell you he’s still learning the craft of writing the perfect hardboiled/noir story.

A Dish Served Cold  and the Call Me Smitty series from Trestle Press and found and distributed via Amazon.com,  are two latest offerings of Smitty stories available.  The first is a two-novella set of mayhem and murder; the latter an on-going compilation of short stories featuring the dark-eyed hit man.

You can find him on his blog at www.noirtaketurner-frank.blogspot.com

Guest Blog: So- Who The Hell Is Sebastian Cross Anyway?By Kevin Lynn Helmick


Guest Blog: So- Who The Hell Is Sebastian Cross Anyway? by Kevin Lynn Helmick

Well…first of all, it’s a character I created and the title of book I wrote last year and published Jan 1st. But to me it’s more than that, more than just a character. He’s all my hero’s rolled into one. Sebastian Cross is a writer, a world traveling, adventure seeking, brilliant novelist that produces a book that sets in motion a chain of events that destroys him and everyone around him. That’s about the jist of it.
When Paul asked me to be a guest blogger on his site, needless to say I was flattered. I respect and admire his work and jumped at the offer even though I wasn’t sure what I could contribute. I’m currently at work on a new novel; all my short stories are here and there tied up in various stages of submissions. So I asked if I could post a passage from Sebastian Cross, after all-it’s the one I’m currently pimping, and it does have some pretty good things to say, I think.
He said, “what ever you want mate.”
So.
The scene your about to read is about a third into the book, page 100 I think. Cross has risen from a relatively unknown writer to an international figure on the heels of his second novel, Wages of Sin. Because of that book, Sebastian and his agent, Murray Henshaws’ live are beginning to change; and not for the better.
It goes like this.


“Sebastian, don’t worry about it,” I told him. He did worry though; I could hear it in his voice.                                         
In the beginning he took these attacks personally. He didn’t know it wasn’t necessarily about the money. Everyone wanted a piece of him, a piece of the book, and it caused him to become withdrawn, pulling his circle in tighter. Most of his readers were different. They were fiercely protective of Sebastian and the book. Protest broke out wherever they refused to carry it. Students and young adults went face to face with Christian groups and controlling politician’s wives, things got heated. It was great. You couldn’t buy publicity like that and we laughed all the way to the bank.
                But then a character in Seattle, one of the more persistent enemies had been claiming in television interviews that he had proof the book was a malicious attempt to ruin him. He had high dollar attorneys trying to bilk what they could. Moon had sent a room full of his three piece sharks, and they would’a shred him to fucking pieces. But on the steps of the court house, on a beautiful summer day, a man stalked his way through the media crowd and right in front of God and everybody, screamed the words, “wages of sin motherfucker,” and pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground and his blood ran over the marble stairs for the whole goddamn world to see.
                Penny and Sebastian were staying in Vancouver training for the K2 climb when they got the news. He called me up late one night and said “I should have never written that damn thing Murray.”
“Don’t say that Sebastian, it’s not your fault.” I reassured him. I said the words, but a little voice kept nagging me that we haven’t seen the worst of it. Sebastian’s monster was on the loose and out of control.
Penny stood by him as always. She must have known about the other women, I mean she had to, but she never brought it up as far as I knew. Even when a few maternity suits started flying around, she ignored it all. It was him that started pushing her away. I didn’t understand it at the time but he feared for her safety and any harm to her would have destroyed him. It was during this time I realized that he really did love her.
                His community of climbers and mountaineers, the world sailors and soul searchers, quietly surrounded him and took him in. The authors, poets, and journalist offered their support and respect in the only way they knew how, silence.
                One of our last phone calls, right before he left for Pakistan for the climb left me a little disturbed. It was late again, as always, and he woke me from a dead sleep. He’d been drinking.    
                 “It’s your fault too Henshaw.”
“What’s my fault Sebastian?”
“You know what. Are you happy? You can just sit back and get fat while that book ruins lives.”
“Sebastian you came to me, remember? We haven’t done anything wrong. You haven’t done anything wrong. Ya wrote a fuckin book, that’s all.”
“That’s not all, and you know it.”
“You’ve been drinking Sebastian. The people we’re speaking of were not right to begin with.” I told him. “You can’t blame a book.”
                 I was worried that he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for what he was about to attempt. For every four that make the summit of K2, one dies. Yeah, I looked it up and what I found was very troubling.
                I wanted to tell him about my wedding the following year. I wanted him to be my best man. I wanted to talk him out of that ridiculous quest, but I refrained. I thought maybe he’d find something up there, and bring it back. I kept telling myself, maybe he needed this.                                                                                                          
                For some, the only place to find yourself is the furthest from where you are, and Sebastian is definitely one of those. He could only find himself on the highest road, the steepest peak, or the stormiest of seas, and only there could he be reached.
                I’ve asked myself many times over the years, why does great art often try to kill the creator? Why did In Cold Blood ruin Capote? Why did The Catcher in the Rye affect so many and send Salinger into hiding? Why would a beautiful light like Mark Twain, adored by millions, die alone, miserable and disenchanted with God and the human race?                               
                 Fame is a stealthy killer. It comes in the night like a warm and comforting lover, promising all, giving all, and leaving in return a damned mummified corpse, drained of color and life.
                Sebastian once told me he didn’t consider himself an artist, and great artists never do. They just do what they do and the world watches in amazement as they climb higher and higher, until somewhere, someday, they crest, and the only place to go is down. Some slide, some fall, some just end it while they’re there, but none are allowed to stay and I could see that crest coming into view.

There are about 350 more pages of this crap, but if you like it, you can get any of my books in paper back at Kevin Lynn Helmick Amazon Books. Ebooks for Kindle and on Smashwords are very cheap.

Thanks people, for taking the time, and thank you Paul. You’re the man.
Catch you all later.
KLH


Kevin Lynn Helmick is an American fiction writer near Chicago IL.


The Lost Creek Journal (a collection of dark poetry, writings and ramblings)

Clovis Point (a coming of age modern thriller)

Sebastian Cross (an epic literary adventure)



Monday, 25 April 2011

New story at The 6S Social Network

Well, the first short story that I ever wrote was for Six Sentences,two and a half years ago. 


And I haven't done a 6S story for ages.


So, prompted by 6S mastermind Robert McEvily, I wrote one this afternoon.


Pop over to the 6S Social Network for A Fresh Start.

Guest Blogger: Julia Madeleine -The Signal Block & Other Stories by Frank Duffy


The Signal Block & Other Stories by horror writer  Frank Duffy will be published by Sideshow Press later this year and already a buzz is developing.

Noir author Julia Madeleine had a pre-release gander

The Signal Block And Other Stories by Frank Duffy.

Overview:

This is a taut, well written collection of short stories. 

The dialogue is exceptional, and the plots are compelling. 

One thing I do notice consistent with all these stories is that there is a great hook in the beginning and the characters are very well drawn. There’s also a lot of detail about how they look and speak, and subtle details about their personalities. 

I’m envious of how skilled Duffy is at “showing” and not “telling” the story. Discovering the characters, not being told all the little details about them, is the hallmark of a great writer. And Duffy does this effortlessly.

I’m really enjoying how ordinary cities, and building, landscapes, etc. seem to have a life of there own in all of these stories. It’s as if there is something sinister to be found around every corner. In everything that is otherwise innocent or inanimate, Duffy creates a threatening undertone within them all. This menacing sense is also translated into individual people and in crowds.


1.  The Signal Block

An interesting story, very Stephen King-ish. The foreshadowing scene where Harrison finds the painted outline of a hand on a cell door worked well. I was certain this was significant. I wasn’t sure after that where the story was going but the ending was quite frightening and powerful.

2.  The Objects

I particularly liked this story. The intensity was fantastic. There was a feeling of the scenery, the earth, and all the surroundings being distorted and unstable, almost as if it were alive. It was also very descriptive. I loved this sentence:

“...the ocean exhaled its salty breath which swept through the dusty boulder strewn gullies, blowing playfully at tangles of vines in the arms of withered trees, and finally descended on the shapes at work in the darkness.”

“The Bloody Pig” lol! Great name for a pub.


 Really well done.


3.  Scant Offerings For The Birds

This is a unique story idea. It has a macabre voyeuristic feel to it. Really quite visual too. And that creepy little boy ? Loved that ending!

4.  And When The Lights Came On

I really enjoyed this story. There is something so authentic and compelling about Arthur. The detailed description of the city’s transition through Arthur’s eyes from his childhood on is fascinating. The story had a progressively eerie feel to it and a really macabre ending.

5. Not Yet Players

This is an odd little tale, quite unique.  Creepy.

6. Appearances

This is a great line that shows Jack’s character: ‘’It’d been eight weeks, a period in which he’d thought gnawing off a couple of fingers to soften the interminable frustration was a much more pleasant alternative than having to undergo a process he wasn’t sure he could manage.” Shows clearly how he’s feeling and handling things.

There’s a  creeping anxiety in this story that kept me spellbound. The descriptions of what Jack finally discovers are truly horrifying and grotesque. And I loved the ending. 

Great story.


7.  The Caretakers (The Trains Will Take You There)

I really liked this story. Lucy’s character, like the characters in all the other stories, is very well drawn. Here’s another great line that allows the reader to know her:the meal satisfied her because it would have horrified her mother. Minor victories like these had to be relished for what they were. That they were unseen or unfelt by Mrs. Anna James was irrelevant.

There is a great build up here, a sense of something being not quite right. And like the other stories, the suspense if creates is completely captivating.


8. The Seat

This is a great description: Headstones jutted from the earth like ruinous teeth, worn smooth by the cycle of endless seasons.”

This is a creepy story. Vincent’s fear is quite palpable.


9. The Fog House

A gruesome little story. The characters were well developed as well as the relationship between the husband and wife.  Really well done

10.  Different Sacrifices

Definitely a creepy story. Well written, as are all of them. Henry is a captivating character. The sense of sorrow and desperation came across. An interesting and eerie little tale. I really liked this one.

11. The Seventh

Another fascinating and compelling story. And again like all of the stories in this collection, great characterization, great dialogue.

12. Permanent Hunger

Gruesome little tale. There is such diversity in all of these stories.

13.  Performers

I thought this was a peculiar story. I liked what was going on inside the club, how crazy things got. But I didn’t really comprehend the ending. I read it a couple of times and I’m still confused as to the intention of the outcome. Maybe it’s just me. Regardless, I liked the story, the descriptions were quite visual.

14. No Longer Lost

Really interesting, highly creative. Kept me spellbound. It felt epic like it could have been much longer, novel-length perhaps.



The new thriller by Julia Madeleine, NO ONE TO HEAR YOU SCREAM, is coming June 2011. 



Visit Julia's website for updates http://juliamadeleine.com/

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