Saturday, December 31, 2016
Mary Kubica's Don't You Cry
I read for a living and one of the best books I read this year is Mary Kubica's novel, The Good Girl. I LOVED it. And I am delighted that she's written a number of books I haven't read yet. First up on my TBR queue is Don't You Cry, a psychological thriller that critics have (perhaps inevitably) compared to Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl. I liked Gone Girl well enough but I guessed the twist right away and I really didn't care for any of the characters--didn't think they were sympathetic. On the other hand, I liked the people in The Good Girl.
Way to be presidential (Not)
Donald J. Trump
✔
@realDonaldTrump
Seriously--this is the man who's going to be president in three weeks?
#SAD
Happy New
Year to all, including to my many enemies and those who have fought me
and lost so badly they just don't know what to do. Love!
#SAD
Southern-fried fiction
I'm a fan of quirky stories about small Southern towns. I love Clyde Edgerton's work (particularly Floatplane Notebooks) and Eudora Welty's The Ponder Heart. One of my all-time favorite novels is Michael Malone's Handling Sin and another is Rita Mae Brown's Bingo (which I am dying to turn into a movie.)
I'm also a long-time fan of Fannie Flagg, whose book, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe was made into the movie with the abbreviated title Fried Green Tomatoes. (And how much did I love Kathy Bates in that movie?) She's got a new book out, The Whole Town is Talking.
Here's the sales pitch:
Elmwood Springs, Missouri, is a small town like any other, but something strange is happening at the cemetery. Still Meadows, as it’s called, is anything but still. Original, profound, The Whole Town’s Talking, a novel in the tradition of Thornton Wilder’s Our Town and Flagg’s own Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven, tells the story of Lordor Nordstrom, his Swedish mail-order bride, Katrina, and their neighbors and descendants as they live, love, die, and carry on in mysterious and surprising ways.
Lordor Nordstrom created, in his wisdom, not only a lively town and a prosperous legacy for himself but also a beautiful final resting place for his family, friends, and neighbors yet to come. “Resting place” turns out to be a bit of a misnomer, however. Odd things begin to happen, and it starts the whole town talking.
With her wild imagination, great storytelling, and deep understanding of folly and the human heart, the beloved Fannie Flagg tells an unforgettable story of life, afterlife, and the remarkable goings-on of ordinary people. In The Whole Town’s Talking, she reminds us that community is vital, life is a gift, and love never dies.
I'm also a long-time fan of Fannie Flagg, whose book, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe was made into the movie with the abbreviated title Fried Green Tomatoes. (And how much did I love Kathy Bates in that movie?) She's got a new book out, The Whole Town is Talking.
Here's the sales pitch:
Elmwood Springs, Missouri, is a small town like any other, but something strange is happening at the cemetery. Still Meadows, as it’s called, is anything but still. Original, profound, The Whole Town’s Talking, a novel in the tradition of Thornton Wilder’s Our Town and Flagg’s own Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven, tells the story of Lordor Nordstrom, his Swedish mail-order bride, Katrina, and their neighbors and descendants as they live, love, die, and carry on in mysterious and surprising ways.
Lordor Nordstrom created, in his wisdom, not only a lively town and a prosperous legacy for himself but also a beautiful final resting place for his family, friends, and neighbors yet to come. “Resting place” turns out to be a bit of a misnomer, however. Odd things begin to happen, and it starts the whole town talking.
With her wild imagination, great storytelling, and deep understanding of folly and the human heart, the beloved Fannie Flagg tells an unforgettable story of life, afterlife, and the remarkable goings-on of ordinary people. In The Whole Town’s Talking, she reminds us that community is vital, life is a gift, and love never dies.
Guest Post from Mark Rogers, author of Koreatown Blues
TITLE: Three Steps to KOREATOWN BLUES
By Mark Rogers
“As usual, I was the only white guy in the place.”
I had the first line of my crime novel KOREATOWN BLUES. From
there the writing flowed; a series of 1,000 word days and a first draft in two
months. But it took several steps to get to that first line.
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First, there was a solo stint in a one-room sublet in LA’s
Koreatown that went on much longer than originally planned. The room had one
window that looked out on a brick wall close enough to touch. I could stand it
for a couple of nights at a time and then I’d have to escape. I took to going
to a Koreatown nightclub a few blocks away. As far as I could tell the club had
no name, just a plastic sign out front that said “Wine Beer.”
Inside, the Korean regulars welcomed me and yes, I was the
only white guy, which was usually the case the months I frequented the club.
They handed me a microphone within minutes of my sitting down at the bar and like
that I was singing a karaoke version of “Yesterday.” Much like my protagonist
Wes in Koreatown Blues, I began dropping in most nights for a couple of Hite
beers and to sing a few songs.
My nights drinking beer and singing karaoke led to a
one-sided romance with a Korean barmaid (I held up my side) and lots of glimpses
into Korean culture. This served me well when I was writing KOREATOWN BLUES,
while research filled in the missing bits.
Some wild things never made it into the novel, like the guy
who insisted on playing the drums on my head with his chopsticks, until I raised
my fist and called him outside; or the Korean who sang an impassioned version
of the love theme from Titanic, “I Will Go On” and then at song’s end pulled
out an envelope from inside his shirt: X-rays showing his inoperable lung
cancer.
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Friday, December 30, 2016
An Interview with Mark Rogers, author of Koreatown Blues
Mark Rogers is a writer and artist
whose literary heroes include Charles Bukowski, Willie Vlautin and Charles
Portis. He lives most of the year in
Baja California, Mexico with his Sinaloa-born wife, Sophy. His work has
appeared in the New York Times, Village Voice and other publications and his
travel journalism has brought him to 54 countries; these trips have provided
plenty of inspiration for his novels and screenplays. His crime novel Koreatown
Blues will be published by Brash Books, Feb. 2017; his mystery novel Red Thread
is available from Endeavour Press. Drop into his Wordpress blogs Pissing on My Pistols and Mark Rogers – Author https://markrogersauthor.wordpress.com/ for news about upcoming books from him.
You’re a journalist. Did you start off with
short stories or dive right in to fiction?
I started
writing fiction in the fifth grade, which was the year I discovered the writer
Edgar Rice Burroughs, the author of the Tarzan series. Reading was probably
like a drug for me, a way to shut out the world. I’ve never been drawn to
writing short stories, and didn’t write fiction at all for many years, until
the 1980s, when I wrote the novella now titled “Night Within Night.” Other
unpublished novels followed, as well as unproduced screenplays. Luckily, I
found rewards in the process, since I had very little encouragement. This all
changed last April, when I had four novels contracted in one month, from four
different publishers. Some of these works had been knocking around for decades,
while others, like “Koreatown Blues,” were written in the last year or so. That
very first novella, “Night Within Night” will be published next year by
London-based Endeavour Press. I’m very psyched to have made the transition from
“writer” to “author.”
Most writers are readers, who are the
writers who influenced you?
It’s a bit
like an archeological dig, with the deepest layer being Edgar Rice Burroughs,
up to Knut Hamsun and Henry Miller in my late teens, to Charles Bukowski,
Charles Portis, Charles Willeford, and Willy Vlautin. I’ve come to enjoy a
crisp, clean line, which is what I try to do in my own work. Kaurismäki.
On the crime novel
side, I’m a big fan of John D. MacDonald, Elmore Leonard, and Raymond Chandler.
There are other one-offs that I cherish, like “The Hustler” by Walter Tevis,
and “Fat City” by Leonard Gardner. I think I’m also influenced by film,
especially the movies by Finnish director Aki
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Thursday, December 29, 2016
Koreatown Blues by Mark Rogers ... a review
A man walks into a Korean karaoke bar
and …
It sounds like the beginning of a
joke but it’s not, and by the time the first chapter of Mark Rogers’ outstanding
Koreatown Blues concludes with a
bang, you’ll realize it’s just the opening riff of a mystery that revitalizes
the L.A. noir tradition from the inside out. Readers who know Los Angeles will
be delighted by the specificity of the local color. (I lived in Koreatown when
I first moved to L.A., and Rogers nails it.)
The story is tight, the prose is
taut, and the pacing is cinematic as Rogers unspools his plot, a fantastic
thing involving blood feuds and murdered husbands and what the proprietor of the
bar refers to (with grim understatement) as “bad business.”
All that would be pleasure enough,
but Rogers also knows how to flesh out a character so that everyone from his
Latino employees to a flirtatious gypsy cab driver have their moments to shine
on the page. Rogers’ L.A. is people with hard-working immigrants who give the
lie to stereotypes, racist cops who couldn’t care less how people see them,
wannabe actors, and cranky old guys like Jules, Wes’ former boss, who used to
tell him that you can outsource a lot of things in America but you still have
to go local to get a haircut, your sink fixed, or your car washed.
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Monday, December 26, 2016
Two of my favorite things--cats and science
If you're on Facebook, you might want to check out the remarkably silly page, "Cats in Space Quoting Scientists." Because some very funny people have WAY too much time on their hands.
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