Sunday, May 22, 2011

Fun, Vengeance, and Blood...

Well, Jailbait Justice: The Girl with the Big Iron on Her Hip is everything it promised. If you like strong female characters, post-apocalyptic westerns and/or violence by the bucketload, you can't really go wrong here.

Many people have been talking about it in cinematic terms, and it's no wonder. Described variously as a mix of Mad Max, Sergio Leone and Tank Girl, Jezebel Misery St Etienne's precedents are largely on film. Place an interesting character with a moral code in a future vision of a morally-bankrupt hell on Earth (a desert setting is always good) and let the bullets fly. It's a simple but eternally fun-filled formula.

If the book's lineage is at the cinema, so are many of its contemporaries. The ultra-violent b-movie for fun and blood has been undergoing something of a revival. Tarantino started it with Kill Bill, and then there was the Grindhouse double bill. That led directly to the simply marvellous Machete, and also inspired such modern classics as Nude Nuns with Big Guns, and Hobo with a Shotgun. I like to think of the genre as ultra-pulp, and surely that describes Jailbait Justice to a T. You know how someone always has to take things a step too far? Someone has to ruin it for everyone else by crossing the line? Well long may Jezebel and her silver screen brothers and sisters keep marauding across those lines in the sand, for fun, vengeance and blood.

By the way, if this is your kinda fun, then you probably also want to check out Luke Nineteen Twenty-Seven by Cameron Ashley & Jimmy Callaway, over at Plots With Guns. Fun, Vengeance, Blood, etc, and so on, and so forth...

Sunday, May 8, 2011

More Than A Man Could Do...

The Diamond Bikini is hilarious sunny summer fayre. Not so much noir, or even a thriller, as light pulpy fun. If you haven't read it already, put it on your summer holiday list.

Next up is ultra-pulp novella 'Jailbait Justice' from Pulp Press man Danny Hogan. It's been getting a lot of positive write-ups and if you haven't read it yet then, with the kindle edition priced at seventy shiny new pence, you've got no real excuse not to go buy it now.

Meanwhiles, not content with writing his own novels, e-publishing his own novellas, and running one of the most linked to noir sites on t' interweb, Scot psycho miserabalist and author Allan Guthrie has set up another website dedicated to e-published crime fiction. Read an interview with Danny Hogan / Bowman here, and another excellent interview with the founder of another great new pulp publisher, Jon Bassoff from New Pulp Press, right here. 

Since he also works as a literary agent, I don't quite know how Mr Guthrie finds the time.  I can only presume he doesn't get out out much. On an unrelated note, I'm off to enjoy a brew in the Sunday sun. And yes that means I'm not getting any editing done today. Kudos to Mr Guthrie, slap on the wrist for me. Mine's a dark brown one, ta very much.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Murder Twice Daily...

At least I'm making good use of my commute. I see it as an hour dedicated to reading and listening to music every day. In a week and a half I've finished a Megan Abbott and a Gil Brewer.

Abbott's 'The Song of You' is, frankly, not quite my cup of tea, though she crafts some brilliant lines. It's not a book I could love, but she hardly needs me to blow her trumpet anyway. I've still got 'Queenpin' coming up on my reading list.

Gil Brewer's 'A Taste for Sin' is another matter entirely. Very simple compared to Abott's lovingly crafted characters and carefully sculpted plot lines, but it flies at significantly faster than breakneck speed with one of those classic tragic endings that we love in a good noir. Predictable, perhaps, but classic.

And today I started Charles Williams' 'The Diamond Bikini'. At chapter 4 the plot hasn't even started but I'm loving it already. Hell, it's Charles Williams.

I find it helps to view the working day as an unfortunate interruption to my dedicated reading time. I've even gotten back to editing, and with a day off tomorrow hopefully I can get some more done. If I don't succumb to the demoniac liquors again and spend the day watching old film noir with a fuzzy head, of course.