- File Size: 328 KB
- Print Length: 89 pages
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publisher: Creative Guy Publishing (April 1, 2013)
- Publication Date: April 1, 2013
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B00C8VLCHO
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #411,325 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
Blood & Tacos #4 Kindle Edition
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Top Customer Reviews
I recently sat down and gobbled four issues of Shaw's 'Zine, Blood & Tacos faster than peanuts from the concession booth en route to the lost elephant graveyard.
If I'd laughed any harder, I would have wet my bed.
The joke here is that the stories in B&T satirize those hairy-chested men's paperbacks of the 1970s and 1980s that featured knuckle-dragging heros fighting off hippies, communists, Mafiosi and other threats to the American way of life. The set up is, these tales were supposedly discovered by some of the top pulp fiction authors currently working in the field, including Nick Slosser, Ray Banks, Andrew Nette, Gary Phillips, Josh Stallings, and Shaw himself.
Number 4 features the Sanitizer in "The Potomac Penetration," a tale that is supposedly penned by Marion Hillberry (writing as Stack Grannett) but is actually the product of Nick Slosser, a writer who works at Murder by the Book, a mystery bookstore in Portland, Oregon.
The story introduces The Sanitizer, a former CIA agent working as a janitor at a nuclear power plant near Washington, D.C. who becomes involved in a phony meltdown that is intended to force evacuation of the nation's capitol so an army of Russian moles can steal the classified documents fleeing bureaucrats have left lying on their desks.
The scheme was hatched by the Scarlet Flower, a femme fatale who suggests to me how Jessica Rabbit might have turned out had she been raised a Young Pioneer in Leningrad.
For sheer insanity, there is Michael Muldoon, the vice- battling "Father Dukes," a rather punch-drunk former heavyweight who took up the cloth and a lifelong fight against crime after beating an opponent to death in the ring.
In a heavily abridged adventure called "Dopehouse Inferno" the good father fights his way through a building that is literally a den of inequity, seeking "The Piper," a crooked lawyer who controls all vice in Delaware City.
In the process, Father Dukes destroys the building, destroys The Piper, and destroys just about everything else within several blocks that has any material value.
The story was penned by Bart Lessard, author of Rakehell (2013) and of The Danse Joyeuse at Murderer's Corner (2011), masquerading as Milt Walsh, the supposed creator of the character. It makes liberal use of every ethnic stereotype in the book -- plus a few that I swear Lessard must have invented himself -- beginning with the hero, who is portrayed as the dullest-witted yet thickest-skulled Irishman who ever quaffed a Guinness.
The stories in Blood & Tacos are send-ups that lack the seriousness of the neo-pulp specimens in Thuglit and some of the other cyberpulp titles. But are they funny? My dear sweet god, yes!
How funny? Funny enough that at least two of the nights I was sitting in bed reading them, my raven-like cackling woke up my partner of nearly 47 years. Believe me, if you are willing to risk that sort of calamity, you'd best be rewarded by some cheap laughs!
Blood & Tacos has cheap laughs in profusion. (Were you expecting maybe expensive laughs from a publication that retails for less than a buck?)
If you are looking for serious literature that will force you to think Deep Thoughts and ponder Deep Ideas, Blood & Tacos will probably leave you a little disappointed.
On the other hand, if you are looking for a few hours of solid amusement, buy the entire set and have a ball: this 'Zine is the most fun I've had since I was a High School sophomore sitting on the can in the middle of the night and reading the old Harvey Kurtzman Mad Magazine anthologies.
All you have to do is find a way to muffle your laughter so you don't rouse the neighbors. . .
All known writers who now get off discovering ancient pulp, easy and uninteresting pulp( a collector might like it ), and fill this series with it.
Not my cup of tea. I like what most of them write. Not especially interested in what they unearth. And it is not the first time.
This was the end of Blood & Tacos for this reader