Monthly Bullet Points.


read-369040_960_720The world is on fire, or so it seems. Not a day goes by when all we get from the news is bad news. Are you tired of this circus call an election year? You’re not alone, with that in mind; I’ll stay clear of the bummer, fiery wagon that’s making wheelies around us, by mostly ranting about bookish stuff.  Let’s go…

*Tyler Fugett is a nine year old Tennessee kid with a heart of gold, who took all of his allowance money, and bought books for prisoners saying: “I don’t want people to think bad things while they are in jail, I want people to get out and not do bad things again.” What a great kid, bravo Tyler! Read the rest of the story here:

*Staying on the topic of kids, who do great things, let me introduce you to the: a self-published crime newspaper run by nine year old Hilde Lysiak. Who on a Saturday, got a tip from a trusted source about a crime in her neck of the woods, pen and paper on hand, the kid rushed right over to the scene, thus becoming the first person to break the news of a murder in the town of Selinsgrove, Pennsylvania. She has since signed with the children’s publishing house Scholastic, to co-write a series of four books base on her investigative adventures. All the best Miss Hilde! Read the rest of the story here:

*Ariana Stein and Patty Rodriguez have been friends since they were twelve years old. After becoming moms the duo started a book business partnership that became lil’ Ariana explains, ‘The books have always been about starting the bilingual learning journey with subjects that parents feel a connection with.’ So if you have little tykes head over to their site because as their site says: ‘Being bilingual, it turns out, makes you smarter. It can have a profound effect on your brain, improving cognitive skills not related to language and even shielding against dementia in old age.’

*Of course this can’t be a post by yours truly, without it having a little bite to it. So guess who’s got a book coming out soon? No, not me, (that happened a while back and its call Desperados, go get a copy, I’ll wait). You’re back, that was quick, okay here’s a few hints; he was a mustachioed, sword wielding dictator. Rumor has it that this will be his fourth and last novel. That’s right; Sadam Hussein will be speaking to us from his new cozy home in hell, where I hope he’s having a good time being Satan’s bitch.

Thank you! I’ll be here all week, don’t forget to tip the wait staff!


You’re a Crime Fiction Writer If…

*You’re pretty sure that your web search history trips the alarms of: the FBI, CIA, and NSA, Homeland Security, MI-5 and 6. Plus, you’re positive that all of the above are currently working on a search warrant for your sorry-ass.

*You’re positive that in another life you were a great cop or a kick-ass detective.

*You’re positive that in another lifetime you were a successful criminal.

*Your smartphone is chock full of Police scanner radio apps. (Ok, maybe a couple).

*The theme song from the TV show COPS is your jam. (Or ‘I Fought The Law’).

*You’re obsessed with the grand poohbahs of Crime Fiction.

*You spend your free time researching bold crimes and bizarre murders, therefore killing your chances at a normal love-life.

*You think about visiting ‘the body farm’ but you’re too much of a chicken to actually do so.

*Your obsession with guns and ammo makes the NRA really fucking happy.

*You’re ‘familiar’ with a few shady cats around the neighborhood, even though they scare the bejesus out of you.


The Sellout-Book Review.


TheSelloutI would have loved to be a fly on the wall of all the publishers author Paul Beatty approached with his manuscript, saying: “Picture this: in the city of Los Angeles, there’s a disappearing ghetto call Dickens, in said ghetto, a black man starts a farm, but in order to place his neighborhood back on the map, he plans to bring back segregation to the masses by first making the last surviving Little Rascal, (Hominy Jenkins) his personal slave, actions which land him in the Supreme Court.”

Looking at all those jaws hitting the floor would have been worth the price of admission.

But that’s just simplifying what this towering work of satire means in a so-call ‘post racial’ America at a time when shit seems to be hitting the fan. Like the bastard son of Richard Prior, Dick Gregory, and Dave Chappelle this book is witty, smart, and acerbic, in possession of a language that burns with deep insightful anger.

”The Supreme Court is where the country takes out its dick and tits and decides who’s going to get fucked and who’s getting a taste of mother’s milk. It’s constitutional pornography in there…and what…about obscenity? I know it when I see it…Me vs. the United States of America demands a more fundamental examination of what we mean by ‘separate,’ by ‘equal,’ by ‘black.’”

The Sellout by Paul Beatty is biting satire of the highest order and by far, my favorite book of the year.

5 out of 5