In the last four years, there’s been a near holy trinity of pulp writers who, in my eye, can do no wrong:
Joe R. Lansdale
Swierczynski is one of those rare novelists who have yet to make a misstep in his career, despite the broad narrative leaps he takes. His novels are—for a lack of a better term—high octane thrill rides, which constantly challenge the notions of genre and keep the reader burning through pages.
I’ve been a long time admirer of Tom Piccirilli. His narrative voice is one of the most stylized and fearless of the current batch of neo-noir novelists. I was recently fortunate enough to steal away some of Piccirilli's precious writing time to talk about his most recent releases (the brilliant Every Shallow Cut and his collaboration with Ed Gorman, Cast In Dark Waters.) as well as his experiences in e-publishing and his upcoming hardcover release from Bantam THE LAST KIND WORDS. I hope y
In the two years I've been conducting interviews, there's been only one author who leaves me star struck whenever I sit down with him:
Joe R. Lansdale.
As most of you know, Lansdale's been an enormous influence on me since my teens (You can read my tribute to Joe right HERE over at Spinetingler) and I always feel very fortunate that the legendary author is willing to sit down with me year-after-year.
And on April 16th, I sat down again with Lansdale at the
Stillwell lit two Luckies and handed her one. The streetlight threw vertical shadows on her face as she smiled up at him. “What’s this?” he said, touching his finger to the pucker of skin on her belly.
“Cigarette,” she said.
“Huh,” he said, taking a drag. “You two didn’t get along, I take it.”
She shrugged. “That’s the only mark he ever left on me. He felt bad about it afterwards. Seemed to, anyway.”
John G comes back into the cafe. He adjusts his pants, pulling the waistband up over his under-gut, wipes his palms on his thighs, leans over the counter and picks up his short black.
Mark sits at the rear of the cafe, combing his greasy ducktail back into a shape it never really lost in the first place. He taps his fingernails on his Cooper’s stubbie, drawing John’s attention. John waddles over and sits down.
“What’s up, mate?”
“Someone here to see you. Says he knows
“I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as “our brothers keepers,” possessed by one of the oldest and possibly one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting of instincts. It will not let us go.”
– A River Runs Through It
He stood there, in the middle of his brother’s living room, and felt the sounds and bustle of family and domesticity wash over him.
My eyes opened down a dirt track, sitting next to my father in one of his old cars. I can't remember what kind of car it was? Just another rusted out heap in a long line of rusted out heaps.
My father thought he could fix everything with his hands.
-I thought you said.... -I know...I know what I said...but I can't. I can't, not any more. Blood rushed through him, his skin going hot/cold, beads of sweat popping, coursing down the jagged valleys of hard flesh w
The true benefit of being apart of a legacy publication is that we have a rich archive of material which to draw from. With that being said and without further preamble, we present to you Noel King's interview with the late, legendary James Crumley, which originally appeared in issue 2, Volume 1 of Crimefactory.
I hope you enjoy.
Interview with James Crumley, Missoula, Montana
18 May 1996
NK: Your new book
In recent years, Dave Zeltserman has become one of the most prevalent and prolific crime novelists to emerge from the 2000’s. His loose ‘Man Out Of Prison’ trilogy—Small Crimes, Pariah, and Killer—were critically lauded by media outlets as far ranging as NPR, the Boston Globe, Publishers Weekly, and the Washington Post, describing the three novels as:
“…..A thing of beauty: spare but ingeniously twisted.”
"A dozy of a doom-laden crime story that not only makes merry with
As most of you know, I'm a pretty big fan of Michael Connelly, (If you you've never seen my video interview with Connelly, check it out right HERE)but I'll be the first to admit that Hollywood hasn't always been kind to Connelly, but that's about to change (Hopefully)with director Brad Furman's adaptation of Connelly's first Mickey Haller novel, The Lincoln Lawyer.
So to celebrate the release of the Lincoln Lawyer, Crimefactory along with the good folks at Little, Brown publishing a
I know, I know, folks, I've been slacking over here at Day Labor, but between starting a new, much better day job, a vicious strain of the flu knocking both me and the tot on our asses, plus my own writing.....Well, you get the point, as usual I'm busy. But I do promise that through the month of February I'll be on a more or less regular schedule.
Alright, so enough of my rampant excuse making and onto what I'm here for today.
Every body knows what a big fan of Dennis Tafoya I am,
Like most years since I turned 30, 2010 flew by for me. It was an exciting year, I met and interviewed more than a few of my idols, helped revive a magazine, and started writing reviews along with pumping out fiction. The other thing that set 2010 apart for me was that I read 80 novels this year. Don't get me wrong, I've always been a prestigious reader, but this year there didn't seem to be moment that went by when I didn't have my nose in a book.
Top 10 of 2010
This was a strange year for my reading list. The more conferences I attended and writers I met, the more my TBR fiction pile grew. But I was preoccupied for months with writing a new novel, and don’t seem to be capable of reading other novels while I’m writing one. That meant I did read an extraordinary amount of short fiction this year, which is obvious when you look at my favorites… (listed in no particular order):
1. Thuglit Presents: Blood, Guts, & Whiskey, edi
10. The TV show Justified. This little show starring Timothy Olyphant is a winner in my book. The pilot was based on the Elmore Leonard short story “Fire In The Hole”, and features EL’s series character U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. Who knew there were still U.S Marshals? From the kick ass pilot to the gripping season finale, I was hooked. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us in season 2, whic
I have a memory like a sieve. I'm lucky to remember what day it is, where my pants are, what my name is. You want me to list the top ten anything of the last year? You're kidding right? Well, shit.
Fine. Ten things.
FEED - Mira Grant
The zombie apocalypse has come and gone. They're still here, sure, but the world has survived. Security measures that make a TSA patdown look like a kiss in the backseat on date night, cities abandoned to the dead and good for little
Here are the things that stuck in my mind this past year, they're pretty old most of them, but it's the first time I read them and it made a hellava impact, won't be offended if you don't include them...
A Miracle of Catfish by Larry Brown: Brown was the greatest writer in America and this maundering, nearly finished masterpiece proves it. Yes, maundering, he lingers on details with a lyrical love no other writer will ever emulate.
The Need by Frank Bill: This story relieved me so muc
Favorite Books of 2010
I read a lot of great stuff this year...
But I should preface this list with the admission that I haven't read every '10 release I would have liked. In fact, I'm staring at the city skyline of TBR stacks in my office and I can see from here Ron Rash's Burning Bright, Joseph Wambaugh's Hollywood Hills, Hilary Davidson's The Damage Done and a just-published posthumous collection by Barry Hannah: Long, Lost, Happy—four titles that I'm sure belong here based
Ruth’s (Mrs. Crimespree) favorite books & comics
The best of pretty much begins and ends with the reading this year. What moments I had. Michael Koryta's SO COLD THE RIVER, Laura Lippman's I'D KNOW YOU ANYWHERE, Don Winslow's SAVAGES, Reed Farrel Coleman's INNOCENT MONSTER. There were new writers, too, Hilary Davidson, Angela Choi & Stephen Jay Schwartz just to name a few.
We had two books from Lee Child and Michael Connelly brought us two protagonist to the same book. Jo
This was a very exciting year all around, but looking back, the top of my list for 2010 was Bouchercon in San Francisco. I got to meet a lot of wonderful crime writers, hang out at parties like the one Mulholland threw at Gordon Biersch, and drink ridiculous amounts of liquor. I also bought a lot of books while I was at Bouchercon, some were bought for me, and some were given to me. I haven't had a chance to read all of them yet, but most of these books on my list I picked up at the con:
Okay, let’s get this out of the way. I’m well aware that the previous contributors to this blog admire the works of (INSERT fancy-pants literary types HERE) with their searing portrayals of the modern human condition, shedding light on man’s innate, Freudian propensity towards self-deconstruction. But admit it, sometimes don’t you just want to sit back and watch monsters eat some people?
For those of you who screamed, “HELL YEAH,” I give you my top ten Syfy original movie moments (I
So, gang, I'm going to be taking the next couple of days off to enjoy the holiday with the family here at Casa del Rawson. But I wanted to take this opportunity to wish you and yours the best of holidays from the entire Crimefactory ganng.
What set 2010 apart for me book wise was the stellar wave of sophomore novels which made it onto bookstore shelves. Dennis Tafoya's The Wolves of Fairmount Park (more on that one later) Stuart Nevile's heartbreaking Collusion and Roger Smith's Wake Up Dead. None of these author's suffered from the so-called "sophomore slump". In fact, their second novels were far more satisfying, complex pieces of writing. This, in particular, can be said about Smith's Wake Up Dead. Below is my origina
The Top Ten things I love about Crime Factory founder Dave Honeybone: Dave is the world's tallest librarian. Fact. He hates when people point out his height, but sorry, it must be pointed out. Seriously, if I had to go collect money, I'd take Dave and Seth Harwood for back-up. Plus, he's always good for fucked-up library stories, like the time he caught a guy having a wank while watching porn on not one but TWO library computers. Dave had to tell the guy that mastur