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Book Review: KILLED AT THE WHIM OF A HAT by Colin Cotterill

Originally reviewed for Shelf Awareness, published here with permission.

Colin Cotterill, author of the Dr. Siri series set in 1970s Laos, introduces a new sleuth in Killed at the Whim of a Hat. Though Jimm Juree lives in present day, she may feel like she’s in backwater country. Jimm is a Thai crime reporter and rising star for the Chiang Mai Mail until she’s forced to move with her family to a rural village. Life mainly consists of gutting fish and kitchen duties until an old Volkswagen van is discovered buried under a farmer’s land with a pair of skeletons inside, one wearing a hat. Soon after, an abbot is found brutally murdered at a nearby temple, with an incongruous, orange hat perched on his head. Seeing a chance to recapture her former journalistic glory, Jimm jumps on the stories and gets help from unexpected sources on her way to solving the mysteries.

The main selling points are the characters and Cotterill’s humor. Jimm observes that a red herring is “a good source of Vitamin D,” and encounters dogs so ugly that they’re like “Fellini dog extras.” The title is based on, and each chapter is headed by, an actual George W. Bush maloprism, and the running joke is tangentially relevant to the story.

Jimm and her family are a wacky bunch, with entertaining interactions and dinner conversations. They have reasons for being eccentric and their collective heart gently reveals itself at unexpected moments. The resolution to the abbot’s murder is a bit odd, but one can argue that this unconventional novel and its inhabitants deserve nothing less.

Nerd verdict: Whimsy with substance

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Mini Reviews: SHOCK WAVE, CALL ME PRINCESS, and THE LAST LETTER FROM YOUR LOVER

I took advantage of the long Columbus Day weekend to park myself on the couch and catch up on some reading, which was divine. Well, except for the part when I sat too long and my left arm felt numb and I feared I was having a stroke. Anyway, below are mini reviews.

Shock Wave by John Sandford

Someone in a Minnesota town doesn’t want a new PyeMart superstore built so he/she blows up a conference room at the store’s headquarters and then its construction site. Virgil Flowers, an agent with the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension, gets sent in to investigate two possible groups—local business owners who’d be ruined by the store, and fishermen who fear PyeMart would pollute the river. The heat intensifies when more bombs go off, including one that’s too close to Virgil.

This is my first time reading a Flowers book and I found him engaging. He’s a surfer dude who’s not only offbeat in his personal style, he uses unusual methods to solve the case. He does market research to find suspects, sending out a survey to a cross section of townies asking them who they think the bomber is. The dialogue is often funny, which is especially welcome since the crimes are brutal and cause multiple fatalities. The revelation of the bomber’s identity didn’t cause any shock waves, but the book is a quick, entertaining read. Nerd verdict: Catch the Wave.

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Call Me Princess by Sara Blaedel

Copenhagen detective Louise Rick is called in when a woman is savagely raped after a date with a man she met online. Louise soon discovers he’s a serial rapist, preying on lonely women on matchmaking websites while remaining maddeningly elusive. He leaves behind no physical evidence and the victims can’t provide a good description for the police to issue a public warning. The case becomes even more complicated when one of the rapist’s victims dies and Louise’s best friend Camilla starts dating a man she found online.

Louise seems capable enough for the most part—this also applies to Blaedel—and the procedural moves along at a decent clip until the anticlimactic denouement falls apart from too many holes. Louise doesn’t take certain actions that a good police officer, or any reasonable civilian, would. It seems that some things occur because they’re necessary to move the plot forward but aren’t supported by logic. Some of the best thrillers I’ve read this year are Scandinavian—I highly recommend Jussi Adler-Olsen’s The Keeper of Lost Causes and Lars Kepler’s The Hypnotist—but this one, an international bestseller that’s second in the Louise Rick series and first to hit our shores, doesn’t hold up. Nerd verdict: Dropped Call.

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The Last Letter from Your Lover by Jojo Moyes

What? I know this isn’t crime fic, but I’m a multifaceted person with many interests, one of which is the art of writing letters. I’m old-school that way and enjoy sending handwritten notes whenever I can. I go into stationery stores to fondle Crane paper and drool over fountain pens. But enough about that.

This novel is divided in two parts. The first takes place in the 1960s, with Jennifer, a young married woman, waking up in a hospital with injuries and amnesia. When she goes home, she finds passionate love letters, signed simply “B,” hidden in her belongings. Though her husband seems like a nice man, she knows instinctively he didn’t write the letters and she sets out to find the person who did. She unearths some answers, but they’re not happy ones. Cut to 2003, when a young journalist named Ellie finds a file full of the same letters in the archives of the newspaper where she works. With her job and love life on uncertain ground, she decides she must solve the mystery of what happened to the lovers.

Usually, if I get a whiff of a cheesy romance, I’m outta there, burning skidmarks in the parking lot. But if a story is skillfully told and a relationship depicted well, I’m all in. Moyes writes the love letters with just the right touch of ardor without going over the top into eye-rolling territory. B’s letters read like a man wrote them, with words conveying more emotion than any emoticon ever could. Moyes makes this clear when Ellie gets texts from her married lover and spends hours obsessing over what “Later x” really means.

The author somehow manages to make me not condemn the adulterous Jennifer—no small feat—without conveniently portraying her husband as a creep. Ellie’s a bit frustrating, though, with her neediness toward a married lover who is a jerk. But she redeems herself, and the ending carries enough emotional weight that all is forgiven. Nerd verdict: Emotional Letter.

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Nerdfest: Day Four

We’ve arrived at day four of Nerdycon, with more crime authors sharing spectacularly nerdy moments. Think you know them from their work? Well, you may never have seen them like this.

Today’s panelists:

*Tess Gerritsen—Tess is the internationally bestselling author known for her medical thrillers and the Rizzoli & Isles series that inspired the hit TV show. She’s won a Nero and a Rita Award, her favorite word is “cocktails,” and she was once almost arrested by hospital security while doing research.

*Jonathan Hayes—Jonathan’s series, starting with Precious Blood, is about burnt-out New York City medical examiner Edward Jenner. Jonathan is also an M.E. and forensic pathologist in NYC but finds his work rewarding and has lectured all over the world, including for the FBI in Quantico. He collects Victorian taxidermy, has been cursed with black magic, and believes the greatest gift of all is “irredeemably filthy friends.”

*Hilary Davidson—Hilary won an Anthony and a Crimespree Award earlier this month for her debut novel, The Damage Done. Her short stories have appeared in numerous publications, including Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and Beat to a Pulp. She might have a thing for feet because her stories often include foot fetishes and high heels doing kinky things.

*Duane Swierczynski—Duane recently won both an Anthony and a Crimespree Award for his novel Expiration Date. He’s also the author of the Charlie Hardie trilogy—the second installment, Hell & Gone, comes out October 31—which is so addictive, there was a secret operation to steal his laptop during Bouchercon. This was terminated when he threatened to turn one of the operatives into an explosive device.

*Lisa Lutz—Lisa writes the Spellman mysteries, about private investigator Izzy Spellman and her adventures working for her eccentric family’s PI firm. Lisa also co-wrote with David Hayward a standalone, Heads You Lose, released earlier this year. She actually has worked for a private detective agency, and hopes to play a subway thug before she dies.

The anecdotes:

A. Back in high school, whenever I wrote a horror story, I’d spend a lot of time coming up with fake blurbs to include at the beginning. Usually self-deprecating things like:

“Neatly typed.”—Kirkus

“… [good]…”—New York Times

“If you’ve ever wondered how to regrout your sink by yourself, this is the book for you. Concise, helpful, and full of lively illustrations…this may become a permanent addition to your workshop bookshelf.”—Bob Villa’s This Old House magazine

“Not to get ad hominem about it, but [this author] sucks.”—Creative Sex Drive magazine

That way, when friends would read the story and then tell me, “Man, this sucked,” I could point to the blurbs and reply: “Well, I warned you!”

B. Taught myself to read basic Egyptian hieroglyphs.

C. I wasn’t always this effortlessly cool. For a while there, in fact, I really struggled. Probably the low point came when I went to see DEVO on their Duty Now for the Future tour. I got my mother to draw an Atomic Future Man logo on my T-shirt, wore a white lab coat and weird maroon wrestling-type headgear outfitted with a brassy metal mesh visor. I can’t for the life of me remember why I thought this would be a good thing, but I wore it with pride all night. This was after my dog collar-and-“EAT FLAMING DEATH!!!” T-shirt days, and well after my All White Clothing phase.

D. Growing up I was completely obsessed with Marlon Brando. Wrote numerous unsent letters to him. I had to get the tone just right and always failed. I was certain that we were going to become close friends. When he died I got several condolence calls.

E. Looking back at my elementary school years, I’d like to think I was quirky. Seeing photos of myself from that time makes me understand why other kids thought I was weird. What eleven-year-old adds a long, floral-print chiffon scarf to her T-shirt-and-shorts combo? Me, apparently. When I was fourteen, I discovered the joys of secondhand clothes and vintage shopping. By then, I was going to school with kids who were as nerdy as me. We thought it cool to recite lines from Monty Python. Our idea of a decadent night out was to go to the revue cinema that played The Rocky Horror Picture Show every weekend. In other words, I was in my element. I felt free to experiment, and I did.

My parents, much to their credit, never once said, “You’re wearing that?” when I went out. They had rules—I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup until I was fifteen—but they accepted my experiments with lace tights and sweatshirt dresses and shiny belts and bowler hats as par for the course. They knew I was a nerd, but I was a happy nerd. As I write this, I realize that I’ve never told them how much I appreciated that. Thanks, Mom & Dad!

Put on your guessing caps! This is the final batch of authors’ nerdy stories (click to read them from days one, two, and three). Check out authors’ sites if you’re flummoxed, then leave answers in the comments. You need to get only one right to be entered in the giveaway. Come back tomorrow for all the answers, and a “Before They Were Authors” slide show featuring pictures of some of the participants!

 

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Nerdfest: Day Three

Welcome to day three of the nerdathon! (Click for days onetwo, and four.) Hope you have snacks and Gatorade to help keep up your energy. Wait a minute, aren’t we all nerds here? Keep eating those Cheetos and enjoy being hunched over your computer!

Today’s players:

* Sue Grafton—Does Sue need an introduction? She’s the creator of the popular alphabet series featuring Kinsey Millhone, and winner of multiple awards throughout her illustrious career, the most recent being the Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America. Her next novel, V is for Vengeance, drops November 14. She’s been known to tell fans they can claim to be her cousin or pregnant at signings so they can get through the line to see her faster.

* T. Jefferson Parker—Jeff is the author of the Charlie Hood series, and has won the Edgar three times. The Southern California Independent Booksellers Association (SCIBA) even named an award after him that goes to the best mystery/thriller every year. He’s so modest, he doesn’t mention this on his website. He will admit that because he writes all his characters with respect, he’s beloved by henchmen for Mexican cartels.

* Laura Benedict—Laura writes dark, creepy thrillers and short stories, and edits the Surreal South anthologies, the third of which comes out next month. She’s the only female author featured in the Noir at the Bar anthology. She loves dark chocolate and sushi, and spends hours at Target feeling up Lego figurines.

* Eric Beetner—Eric’s the co-author of two novels with JB Kohl, and his short stories have been published in numerous anthologies, including D*cked and Pulp Ink. His novella Dig Two Graves will be released later this year. He’s sometimes confused about “blurbs” being euphemisms for sexual favors, and occasionally accosts other authors in the men’s room.

The stories:

A. When I was in fourth grade, I had a massive crush on John G., a fifth grader who was the monitor at our bus stop. Painfully shy, I had no idea what to say to him. Books were my best friends. So what better way to impress him than taking a mesh tote bag to school, filling it with every book, pencil, and crayon in my desk, and bringing it home on the bus!  Unfortunately, after I added my truly magnificent, large-format, illustrated collection of Sherlock Holmes stories to the bag the next morning, the bag fell apart, spilling books everywhere. At the bus stop.

B. A very good friend of mine is an illustrator named Marc Sasso. In addition to being friends, we used to be neighbors. He stayed up late painting and I stayed up late writing, so I used to wander from my apartment to his around one a.m. and chat. Quite often he would need someone to pose for him, and I was the closest warm body. That’s how I ended up as, among other things, an X-Man. Marc was painting a series of trading cards for Marvel at the time. I posed for X-Treme.

Who the hell is X-Treme, you say? I have no idea. This may have been his only outing. Is it my fault? Possibly. But there I was (Marvel’s description): “The mysterious alien youth known as Adam X knows little about his own origins; only that he’s inexplicably drawn to Earth, where his ability to make blood burn makes him a formidable opponent for X-Force!” I posed with my old Red Sox hat and a cardboard shipping tube as my sword. The biceps were 100% mine, baby!*

* All muscles were completely fabricated. Did I mention I’m a writer?

C. The nerdiest thing I ever did (that I can talk about without being arrested or blackmailed) happened on the first airplane flight I ever took. The meal served was chicken with a barbecue sauce on the side. I thought it was tomato soup so I spooned it right up. I noticed the nearby passengers were giving me “the look” but I had no idea what the problem was.

D. When I was about ten years old, my brother and best friend and I collected thirty big, fat, black widow spiders from up under the eaves of the intermediate school down the street. We carried the spiders home in one of the big glass mayonnaise jars that we used to steal out of Dumpsters and clean out, punch holes in the lids of, and use to keep critters in. We got home and took the jar of spiders out to the back yard and sat down and looked through the glass at them. They were nice ones, all females, none of the multicolored, smaller males. And they were nervous and aggressive, as black widows always are.

We just couldn’t figure out what they might be good for, so we decided we may as well blow them up. I went to my room and got some firecrackers that were hidden under my bed, and a pack of matches from the kitchen. One of us unscrewed the lid and another one lit a firecracker and dropped it in. We crowded up nice and close to see the explosion, faces right up to the glass. But the firecracker fuse went out and nothing happened. We groaned and unscrewed the lid and lit another firecracker and dropped it in. Another dud! When the smoke cleared, we tried for a third time. This time we held the firecracker extra long, so it wouldn’t run out of oxygen once dropped. The spiders were seething by now, a crazy, 240-legged hydra very eager to get out and bite us. We screwed the lid on and got up close. Just then Dad came striding into the yard, sized up the situation and ran over, kicked the jar away and lifted my brother and me by our shirt collars. He ordered us inside so he could “tan our hides.” Just before the licking commenced, Dad looked at me and said, as he had often said before, “Son, sometimes I don’t think you have the brains you were born with.” I don’t miss being ten.

Think you can identify each author’s nerdy secret? Remember, you need to get only one right to be entered in the giveaway. Visit the authors’ sites for more info, then rest up for tomorrow’s final blowout before answers are revealed on Saturday!

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Book Review: THE CRADLE IN THE GRAVE by Sophie Hannah

Originally reviewed for Shelf Awareness, printed here with permission.

TV producer Fliss Benson, who specializes in what she calls “fluff stuff,” is suddenly put in charge of a documentary about three mothers wrongly incarcerated for the murders of their babies. Fliss has deep personal reasons for not wanting the job, but one of the women insists she’ll only tell her side of the story to Fliss. Then one of the other mothers is found shot to death and another is attacked at knifepoint, both left with cards on their bodies containing a strange series of numbers. When the police discover Fliss was sent an identical card, they suggest she halts production on the documentary, but she believes getting to the truth might prevent more people, including herself, from getting killed.

This is the fifth novel to feature Detective Constable Simon Waterhouse and former Detective Sergeant Charlie Zeiler but the case stands alone. It’s a sad one of babies dying in their cribs, on their own or maybe not, so the quirky characters provide much needed levity. Fliss makes observations about “men at the bar who look likely to have chloroform-soaked hankies in their pockets,” and a detective admits that running “was something he’d considered taking up, before deciding he couldn’t be bothered.”

Hannah constantly keeps readers guessing and challenging our assumptions about the guilt of all involved, including the vilified doctor whose expert testimony sent the mothers to prison. The ending leaves one question without a definitive answer, but sometimes the truth is simply whatever we perceive it to be.

Nerd verdict: A complex psychological thriller Cradled in humor

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Book Review: HIDEOUT by Kathleen George

Originally reviewed for Shelf Awareness, printed here with permission.

Jack and Ryan Rutter are out driving one night, with a drunk Ryan behind the wheel, when their truck hits and kills a young mother. They flee to Sugar Lake, a summer community north of Pittsburgh, to hide out in a vacant house their mother once rented for vacation when they were kids. Younger brother Jack does odd jobs for eighty-two-year-old Addie Ward, who lives nearby, to keep them fed and under the radar until he can get Ryan to a safer place. But Detectives Colleen Greer, John Potocki, Artie Dolan, and Commander Richard Christie are closing in on the brothers, causing Ryan to take violent action that puts Addie in danger. Jack then has to make the impossible decision between protecting his brother and saving Addie’s life.

After her Edgar-nominated The Odds, it’s clear Kathleen George knows how to put a crack in readers’ hearts with stories about kids trying to survive after adults fail them. Jack, who’s nineteen, is a good boy who goes unappreciated by everyone close to him. It’s painful to see his innate decency denied by the circumstances of his life. Until he meets Addie, who shows him what he’s capable of when someone cares about him.

Ryan, on the other hand, is rotten, though he’s the mother’s favored son. Once you meet her, you understand why. The woman is a nasty piece of work who has no business procreating. The cops are amusing enough with their banter and sexual tension, but readers should pick up this book to get to know Jack.

Nerd verdict: Seek out Hideout

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Book Review: THE CUT by George Pelecanos

This ran in the Shelf Awareness readers edition yesterday. It’s being reprinted here with permission.

George Pelecanos begins another series with The Cut, introducing new protagonist Spero Lucas, a 29-year-old Iraq War veteran who does investigations for a D.C. defense attorney. One of the attorney’s clients, a drug dealer, hires Lucas to find and retrieve his stolen shipments of marijuana. The job seems standard fare at first, with Lucas canvassing neighborhoods and looking for witnesses. But then a double murder occurs, and Lucas finds he needs all the warrior skills he learned while fighting in Fallujah to go up against his formidable opponents.

Lucas is an appealing lead, made more so by his contradictions. He’s a tough guy who regularly dines with his mother. He has an iPhone but likes reading the print version of the newspaper. He may have witnessed horrors in Iraq but can be refreshingly naïve when it comes to women. And he can work on both sides of the law, as long as the job pays well.

Pelecanos has the amazing ability to cut to the heart of something in very few words. Witness the following: “They kissed standing up in her living room. Her mouth was made for it.” Are any more words necessary to describe how perfect the kiss is? As always, the author has a sharp ear for dialogue, giving Lucas witty banter with his brother Leo, and rarely relying on tags and character attribution to indicate who’s talking in any given scene. The dialogue does get too expository at times, but the pace is fast enough that those instances can be overlooked. Readers will want to add The Cut to their Pelecanos collections, and it’s good to know Lucas will be back to fight another day.

Nerd verdict: Both hero and writing are sharp in Cut

 

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MYSTERY TIMES TEN 2011

I must start with a disclaimer: My parents taught me and my siblings to be humble. They told us to dream big, do our best, then shut up about it. No one likes people who are too impressed with themselves.

So, Mom and Dad might be horrified to see this post, but I had to share that COPIES OF THE BOOK WITH MY FIRST SHORT STORY IN IT HAVE ARRIVED! Some of you may remember that I entered a writing contest back in January and my story was selected as one of ten for publication. The books are finally here from the publisher, Buddhapuss Ink, and I’ve been fondling them inappropriately. I checked to make sure my name was listed as an author in both copies so it wasn’t just a misprint in one.

The anthology is available at B&N and Amazon if you want to read it. (No, I don’t get royalties.) Now excuse me while I resume running with it in slo-mo through a field of flowers.

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Book Review: YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD CRIMINAL by Michael Van Rooy

This is by Mr. PCN, my friendly neighborhood contributing reviewer.—PCN

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Ever try to quit something you know is bad for you, but it feels so instinctive it’d almost be wrong not to do it? That’s the dilemma loveable ex-criminal Montgomery “Monty” Haaviko faces on a daily basis.

What keeps our hero on the path to upstanding citizenship is the love he’s found with tough-as-nails Claire and their adorable and feisty baby, Fred. There’s also a dog named Renfield and a mouse named Thor. This family, combined with Monty’s current occupation (no, I will not spoil it in case you haven’t read the previous book in this series, An Ordinary Decent Criminal), infuses the story with more than a few chuckles.

But the meat of both novels is how Monty uses his skills as a master criminal and all-around badass to blur the lines between right and wrong, without actually stealing or killing while keeping one step ahead of the cops.

In Your Friendly Neighborhood Criminal, Monty and Claire are struggling financially with his odd jobs and her budding real estate venture, but it’s all legal so there’s a stability to their newfound life on the straight and narrow. Until a tempting offer comes along. Monty has to decide whether to use his abilities for a good cause and a great payout, or walk away and continue wrestling with his cash flow issues.

Of course, his past comes back to haunt him anyway in the form of Smiley, a fellow lethal guy who shows up on Monty’s doorstep in the middle of the night, claiming he wants to try living the straight life as well. Add to the mix a crack den taking up residence down the street and Monty has his hands full keeping his family, the neighborhood and his current life safe from his past one.

Intrigued? You want more? Here’s Monty’s response to Marie, someone who approaches him with a $5000/week job offer because of his past, and inadvertently makes him feel like she’s blackmailing him.

When Claire and I were standing Marie spoke in a bantering tone: “Out of curiosity. Just what is your response to blackmail?”

I didn’t smile. “I hurt you. I hurt you badly enough so you remember it forever. I burn down your house. I take an electric drill to your kneecaps. I blow up your workplace. Memorable shit like that.”

And memorable he is.

Though this second installment in Van Rooy’s wickedly fun and edgy series can stand on its own, I recommend starting with the first novel because you don’t want to miss Monty’s extremely intense backstory.

Unfortunately, the author passed away suddenly in January of this year, and though his third Monty adventure is available in Canada, it’s not clear when it’ll hit the States. It’s really too bad because Van Rooy was one of the good ones and I, for one, will miss this very promising series of books.

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Book Review: THE HYPNOTIST by Lars Kepler

Lars Kepler’s The Hypnotist is already a smash in Sweden and other Scandinavian countries since its release there in 2009. It hits our shores this week with strong buzz and that dreaded tag I refuse to use: the NSL. You know, the next author who’s like that guy who wrote the Lisbeth Salander novels. It’s a lazy shorthand that undermines an original and exciting novel that can stand perfectly well on its own merits, thanks very much.

The novel doesn’t bother with any plodding exposition; its very first line is “Like fire, just like fire,” as a boy—the sole survivor (barely) and witness to the slaughter of his family—describes under hypnosis what he saw. What he reveals is even more disturbing than the carnage left at the scene.

The session also opens a Pandora’s box for the hypnotist, Erik Maria Bark, who had sworn never to use hypnosis again after his practice led to tragic events ten years earlier. When news gets out that Bark had hypnotized the boy, Bark and his family are suddenly in grave danger. It’s up to Detective Joona Linna, who is always right, to protect the Barks and solve two gruesome cases that might be related.

Lars Kepler is actually a nom de plume for married couple Alexander and Alexandra Ahndoril, self-admitted movie lovers who have said they wanted to write a cinematic novel. They succeeded, constructing a hard R-rated story (for extreme violence) with nerve-racking scenes that make you squirm and want to cover your eyes. Yes, I actually yelled “Don’t go down there!” at my Nook. Read this scene in which a retired detective and his daughter—the hypnotist’s wife—are searching for clues in the dark basement of the house where the massacre occurred and tell me it doesn’t unnerve you:

A tapping noise comes from the ceiling, and Simone looks over at the stairs and then at her father. He doesn’t seem to hear the sound. He walks slowly toward a door at the far end of the room. Simone bumps into a rocking horse. Kennet opens the door and glances into a utility room containing a battered washing machine and dryer and an old-fashioned wringer. Next to a geothermal pump, a grubby curtain hangs in front of a large cupboard.

“Nobody here,” he says, turning to Simone.

She looks at him, seeing the grubby curtain behind him at the same time. It is completely motionless yet at the same time alive.

“Simone?”

There is a damp mark on the fabric, a small oval, as if made by a mouth…

It seems to Simone that the damp oval suddenly caves inward. “Dad,” she whispers.

There is no shame in admitting you might need Depends after reading that. I’ll wait while you pull it on.

The novel’s other strong point is its twisty, fast-paced plot. It’s just one WTF thing after another, leaving no chance for either characters or readers to relax. I did get frustrated with how Erik and Simone got so stressed, they couldn’t even communicate with each other, sometimes causing hurtful actions to come out of simple misunderstandings. But Detective Joona Linna is an amusing lead. He often gloats about how he’s never wrong but instead of coming across as arrogant, he instills confidence that’s badly needed when situations take really nasty turns.

Nerd verdict: Disturbing, suspenseful and thrilling Hypnotist

To read the first thirteen chapters, go here. Seriously, leave the lights on and have a change of undies.

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Book Review: THE TWO DEATHS OF DANIEL HAYES by Marcus Sakey

Because it’s Sunday and Father’s Day, I’m going to be lazy and reprint—with permission and encouragement—my review of Marcus Sakey’s The Two Deaths of Daniel Hayes that ran in the Shelf Awareness: Enlightenment for Readers issue this past Friday.

Hope you’re having a fantastic day and making your fathers happy, wherever they are.

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Marcus Sakey wastes no time plunging readers right into the depths of his thrilling new novel, The Two Deaths of Daniel Hayes. The first scene has a man waking up in the middle of an ocean, naked, in the dead of night, with no memory of who he is and how he got there. He manages to make it to land, find an abandoned car, and drive to a nearby hotel. But then a cop comes after him. What has he done? Why is he drawn to an actress he sees on TV? How does he find his way back to his life and what will he find there?

The protagonist turns out to be a screenwriter, and sometimes his flashbacks unfold as scenes from a screenplay. In Sakey’s hands, this method works rather well. The film rights to three of Sakey’s previous four novels have sold to Hollywood and it wouldn’t be surprising if this one sells, too.

But you shouldn’t wait for any potential movie because you’d miss out on Sakey’s sharp, vivid prose, describing low-rent motels as “places people came to hang themselves,” and a woman in a convertible as “a blonde whose hair stirred like a dream of summer.” He also shows a sense of humor with observations like the following:

“Luckily, he was in Los Angeles. If a second head had sprouted from his belly and begun pitching a spec script, it wouldn’t have drawn more than a glance.”

No matter where you are, you should definitely give Two Deaths more than a glance.

Nerd verdict: Sharp, thrilling Two Deaths

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Nerd Chat with SHAKEN Authors

When I heard about Shaken: Stories for Japan, the first ever charitable e-book, I knew I wanted to help spread the word. Like everyone else, I was horrified by the disasters in Japan and, because of my childhood, I also know what it’s like to lose everything you own.

The anthology was conceived and edited by Edgar-nominated author Tim Hallinan, who wrote a Japan-themed short story for the anthology and got 19 of his friends to do the same. Author Gar Anthony Haywood created the striking cover. The e-book became available last week on Amazon for $3.99 and the authors are donating all their royalties to the 2011 Japan Relief Fund.

I reached out to Tim and three of the writers—Brett Battles, Naomi Hirahara, and Kelli Stanley—on Friday about doing a Q&A with me and immediately got enthusiastic yeses. Despite their busy schedules (Naomi co-chaired the California Crime Writers Conference this past weekend), they made time for my questions and even sent photos. I think I got a glimpse of the generous spirit everyone has devoted to the project.

Below, the authors discuss their experience with Shaken.

Pop Culture Nerd: If someone can afford to buy only one thing to help out Japan, why should it be Shaken instead of the various other charitable items out there?

Tim

Tim Hallinan: The book, as wonderful as it is, is a means to an end, and the end is helping people who have endured one of the new century’s most unimaginable tragedies. One strong argument in favor of the book is that we did a lot of research into the organization to which we would give the project. They had to take nothing for overhead and supervision. Some charities take as much as 40-45%, and the funds could not be regarded as fungible, meaning they couldn’t be diverted to another cause at the organization’s whim. Japan America Society not only met those criteria, but also demonstrated that the organizations to which they gave the money—already active in the disaster area—were similarly clean, were nonprofit and nongovernmental groups that would put every penny to use.

Brett Battles: Not only is 70% of the donation going directly to the relief fund, but you also get something very cool in return! And at $3.99, it’s like buying a latte at the coffee shop. Purchasing a copy of Shaken is easy, inexpensive, and good for the soul.

Naomi Hirahara: The nice thing about this project is that writers donated their time to create short stories that, hopefully, entertain. So by buying Shaken, readers will get something of value while benefiting victims of the earthquake. We [the writers], as Americans and Europeans, also attempted to make connections to things Japanese, so certainly  there’s an element of intercultural dialogue going on.

Kelli

Kelli Stanley: I really can’t recommend one charitable donation over another—especially if someone has more than $3.99 to donate!—but I will say this: If you enjoy reading, and if you enjoy crime fiction, I think buying and reading Shaken will give you a great deal of pleasure, as well as insight into Japan and Japanese history and culture. The experience will make you feel doubly good about being able to help! Plus, we are hopeful that the success of Tim’s idea will spur other author-driven projects for charity!

PCN: Why did you choose to write and contribute the story you did?

TH: I’ve wanted for years to set a book in the age of silent pictures, when a few people were inventing an art form and an industry at the same time. And I’ve been fascinated for years by Anna May Wong and Sessue Hayakawa, the first two Asian stars in Hollywood. I looked up the most disastrous of all Japanese quakes, in terms of lives lost, and there it was: the great Kanto earthquake of 1923, which killed more than 100,000 people and essentially leveled Tokyo. I wondered what it would be like to be a Japanese actor starring as yet another Yellow Peril villain when the news of that earthquake finally reached Los Angeles. That was the seed of the story, and the title, “The Silken Claw,” which obviously means nothing whatsoever, immediately came to me as the title of the film my hero was making when this life-changing news reached him.

Let me also say that I took one look at the first few stories that came in and rewrote mine from the first word to the last.  In its original form it was nowhere near good enough to be in a book with the stories the other writers turned in.

BB: At first I considered something set in Japan, but I knew a lot of the other authors would be doing that. I finally decided I’d write a story set in the world of Jonathan Quinn, the protagonist of my [The] Cleaner series, hoping that this would interest some of the series’ fans to pick up the anthology. But I didn’t want to write a Quinn-centric story. I wanted to do something a little different. So I decided to write a story featuring Quinn’s girlfriend Orlando from back when she was just starting in the espionage business. She’s given a simple assignment by her mentor, or, at least, it sounds simple: Pick up a Japanese woman who’s just arrived from Tokyo at Los Angeles International Airport and take her to the house her husband is hiding out in. It’s not very long before Orlando realizes this assignment isn’t quite as simple as she’d been led to believe.

NH: I honestly didn’t think that I would have time to write an original story. I took a look at some old stories and essays inspired by either my family or my year of living in Japan. But they didn’t reflect who I am today as a person or a writer. So I opened the laptop and started recalling the time I lived in a tiny six-mat tatami on the western side of Tokyo. The walls were literally paper thin; I could hear my neighbor, a bachelor, turning the pages of his newspaper. But I never really saw him. I thought that could be a seed of a story reminiscent of a past Tokyo.

KS: When Tim contacted me, I’d just returned from Left Coast Crime to find that my home had been burgled. It was a very traumatic experience—one that you don’t recover from quickly—and I thought the best way I could turn the angst around was to take my sense of loss and anger and refocus it into doing some good, maybe transmute the karma! Like everyone else, I’d been following the devastation in Japan and wished I could do more to help. Writing the story helped me to deal with what I was going through, which of course was nothing in comparison to the enormous tragedy of the tsunami and quakes.

The Golden Gate refugee camp

Since I write about and live in San Francisco, quakes are always in the back of my mind. We live with the fear daily, and writing about the Great Quake of ’06 seemed a natural fit. I did a bit of research on the treatment of the Japanese at that time, and discovered that the militia pressed them into slave labor. The story took shape from there. Racism and other forms of social bigotry are strong themes in my books.

PCN: Have you ever been to Japan, do you plan to visit, or know someone who’s there right now?

TH: I have friends in Japan, but they’re mostly in Tokyo or even father away from the real disaster zone. They went through a lot, and some lost friends and acquaintances. I don’t mean to minimize any of that, but it was all at a remove.

BB: I do have friends who live in Japan, but all are safe, thankfully. Shaken up, but safe.

Naomi at the Peace Park in Hiroshima after graduating from college

NH: My husband and I were actually planning to go to Japan last year to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary, but a family illness kept us stateside. In addition to living there for a year after college, I had visited Japan often as a child. Most of my mother’s relatives live in Japan, but on the southern side. I don’t know anyone who experienced direct losses, but I know many friends of friends who were affected. One of my Japanese acquaintances owns a seed company and is very worried about the future of farming in Japan due to radiation fallout.

KS: I have never been, but I really hope to visit someday. In high school, I had a Japanese pen pal. I was always drawn to the country, its beauty and traditions. I’m lucky enough to live in a city with a strong Japanese population and history, but I certainly do hope to see Japan!

PCN: What was the most surprising thing that came out of your participation in this project?

TH: The breadth of the book. I was in a special position because I was the only one who read the stories as they came in, and the only one who had read all of them before the book was finished. I was sort of staggered by the breadth of subject matter. These stories deal with every kind of earthquake—physical, emotional, spiritual. I think people figure writers are probably pretty much alike, but that’s just wildly untrue, and anyone who reads this book will meet twenty people who couldn’t be much more different and remain members of the same species.

The BEST thing that’s come out of the book for me, on a personal level, is that I’ve spent the last 8-10 weeks in the company of people who are operating from the best and most compassionate aspects of their characters. It’s been unforgettable.

Tim & Brett supposedly working on SHAKEN but it looks like lunch

BB: Without a doubt, how quickly it came together. Without the revolution in e-books, this would never have been possible. The same could be said about Tim. His relentless spirit and drive is really what made this thing happen. He saw a way to help, then put his head down and made it happen. I’ve always admired him, but even more so now.

NH: Once I chose to write from a Japanese man’s point of view, the story flowed very quickly.

KS: Probably how easy and seamless it was. Tim kept all of us informed on the various stages. We all contributed input on cover design (and isn’t Gar’s cover wonderful?), on pricing, etc. It was a team effort directed by one of the most selfless and noble people out there (and one of the best writers). So many great ideas can get bogged down, but that never happened with Shaken. Tim kept us all focused, and everyone pitched in with such incredible goodwill that the project has been an absolute joy from start to finish. And now, of course, we hope to sell as many copies as possible, to raise as much money as possible, and really appreciate you and other bloggers helping us get the word out!!

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You heard what Kelli said!

A thousand thanks to Tim, Brett, Naomi and Kelli for chatting with me. For more information on Shaken, click here. To buy it, click here.

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