Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Bookish News

Because I'm a slacker I'm running slow on things today. So...

First off, Brett Battles' new book, Shadow of Betrayal is out today at all fine book-selling establishments.
The meeting place was carefully chosen: an abandoned church in rural Ireland just after dark. For Jonathan Quinn—a freelance operative and professional "cleaner"—the job was only to observe. If his cleanup skills were needed, it would mean things had gone horribly wrong. But an assassin hidden in a tree assured just that. And suddenly Quinn had four dead bodies to dispose of and one astounding clue—to a mystery that is about to spin wildly out of control.
If you aren't reading the Jonathon Quinn books, one, the fuck is wrong with you? And two, you're really missing out on some great fiction.

Yes, yes, full disclosure. He's a friend of mine. But don't hold that against him. Seriously, his books are great. His taste in friends is questionable, but his books are great.

Speaking of which, he'll also be signing next (not this) Saturday, July 18th at The Mystery Bookstore at 5:30pm. I'll plug it more as the date gets closer.

And that note on the page about Stephen's Favorite? Different Stephen. Not me. Classier guy. Not the one with the shifty eyes.

On the same day (Saturday, July 18th) also at The Mystery Bookstore, there's a double feature at 2:30. Two, yes TWO kick ass writer types with those, you know, bookish... things.

Megan Abbott signs her latest, Bury Me Deep.
BURY ME DEEP is the dark, dreamy, impressionistic story of Jazz Age grass-widow Marion Seeley, who winds up alone and working in an Arizona sanitarium, and falls into some bad company. One bad move leads to another, as Marion's world turns into a spiral of doom. All of Megan Abbott's characters live in a fragile world bound by brittle rules, and once those rules break, chaos inevitably follows.
Yeah, no shit. Queenpin, The Song Is You, Die A Little. If you want a taste of her stuff, check out her story, Cheer in the noir issue of Storyglossia from last year.

Does not disappoint.

Not to be outdone, Theresa Schwegel signs her latest novel, Last Known Address.
Detective Sloane Pearson is already at a low point in her professional – and personal – life when she comes across a tough case that turns into a hunt for a serial rapist. She directs all her frustration into working the case, but she's not the only one looking for answers, or the only one who finds them. A great, moody character piece. Anyone who wants to see more of the dark side of Chicago won't be able to put it down.
Her books are wonderfully dark and you're going to want to pick this one up. Really. And buy ten copies and send them to you friends or you'll have twenty years bad luck, your cat'll die, your daughter'll start dating Mongol Bikers named Little Louie (seriously, there's more than one) and you'll never have sex again.


So buy her books.

Did I mention we were working backwards here? Well, consider it said.

Which brings us to Seth Harwood signing his novel, Jack Wakes Up at, you guessed it, The Mystery Bookstore THIS (not next) Saturday, July 11th at 2:00pm.
In the three years since Jack Palms went clean: no drugs, no drinking, no life, he's added fourteen pounds of muscle, read 83 books, and played it as straight as anyone can ask him. Now, when an old friend from L.A. calls, he hits the streets of San Francisco to help a group of Czech drug buyers make one big score, a single drug deal that he hopes will set him up for life.

But when people start turning up dead, and an old nemesis on the police force calls, Jack finds himself with just 24 hours to track down San Francisco's biggest drug supplier or face charges that will put him behind bars.

Only an Oscar-caliber performance will get him through this alive.
Lots of good stuff going on here this week and next. So don't miss any of it.

Or, you know, that whole Mongol biker sex dead cat thing.


Seth Harwood said...

Thanks for posting about my visit on Saturday! I'm really looking forward to my time in LA!


Gerard Saylor said...

Hell, Harwood, you should be groveling at the feet of Anthony Neil Smith after the stuff he wrote.