"The Wait," by Flávio Carneiro, in Rio Noir, edited by Tony Bellotto, Akashic Books, 2016.
Bear with me. This may get a little philosophical at the start. We will get to the story.
I would like to suggest that some fiction really is genre fiction and some uses genre fiction. Wears it like a cloak to cover what is really going on. And that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Jorge Luis Borges' brilliant story "The Garden of Forking Paths" is about a spy doing spy things. But is it a spy story? Not exactly. Is George Orwell's Animal Farm a fable or a political satire that uses the fable form?
Okay. Getting to this week's favorite. A beautiful woman walks into the office of a private eye. Sound familiar?
Detective Andre has an office in downtown Rio. Marina wants him to find a man. Again, still familiar.
But now the ground shifts under us a bit. All she knows about the man is that he has been following her every day for weeks. Now he has stopped and she wants him to start again.
Andre and his sidekick, Fats - or is Fats the brains of the operation? - set out to find the guy. Much philosphizing occurs. Roland Barthes is invoked.
The place where what we might call experimental fiction - those cloaked-in-genre things - tend to fall apart is the ending. Some of these authors seem to take pride in not writing the last page, leaving you wondering what happened and why you bothered to read the damned thing.
Carniero is not guilty of that. I found his ending quite satisfactory, as was the whole story.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Land of the Blind, by Craig Johnson,
"Land of the Blind," by Craig Johnson, in The Strand Magazine, October 2016 - January 2017.
It's Christmas Eve and Walt Longmire, sheriff of Absaroka County, Wyoming, is on his way to a hostage situation. A crazy druggie wearing only underpants has burst into a church and is pointing a gun at a woman's head, mumbling about God demanding a sacrifice.
And while Walt is the series hero the title clues you in that the star of this particular rodeo will be his deputy Double Tough, who lost one eye to a fire. I won't tell you what happens, but it's very satisfying.
It's Christmas Eve and Walt Longmire, sheriff of Absaroka County, Wyoming, is on his way to a hostage situation. A crazy druggie wearing only underpants has burst into a church and is pointing a gun at a woman's head, mumbling about God demanding a sacrifice.
And while Walt is the series hero the title clues you in that the star of this particular rodeo will be his deputy Double Tough, who lost one eye to a fire. I won't tell you what happens, but it's very satisfying.
Monday, December 12, 2016
Toned Cougars, by Tony Bellotto
"Toned Cougars," by Tony Bellotto, in Rio Noir, edited by Tony Bellotto, Akashic Books, 2016.
I have been known to complain about these Akashic Press books, specifically that the editors sometimes don't seem to know what noir is. No complaints about this story (which happens to be written by the book's editor). It follows the formula perfectly.
Our protagonist is a fortyish beach bum who makes his living romancing older women. His latest conquest, if that's the word, is older than his mother, but he finds himself falling in love, much to his discomfort.
Turns out she has a wealthy husband she doesn't much care for. Turns out she thinks our hero could solve that problem for her.
And if you have read any noir you may suspect it won't end with champagne and wedding cakes.
I have been known to complain about these Akashic Press books, specifically that the editors sometimes don't seem to know what noir is. No complaints about this story (which happens to be written by the book's editor). It follows the formula perfectly.
Our protagonist is a fortyish beach bum who makes his living romancing older women. His latest conquest, if that's the word, is older than his mother, but he finds himself falling in love, much to his discomfort.
Turns out she has a wealthy husband she doesn't much care for. Turns out she thinks our hero could solve that problem for her.
And if you have read any noir you may suspect it won't end with champagne and wedding cakes.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Played to Death, by Bill FItzhugh
"Played to Death," by Bill FItzhugh, in Crime Plus Music, edited by Jim Fusilli, Three Rooms Press, 2016.
Decades ago I was privileged to hear a panel featuring Stanley Ellin, one of the great authors of mystery short stories. He declared that stories about murder should not be funny.
During the Q&A I reminded him of his story "The Day the Thaw Came to 127," in which (spoiler alert) the frustrated tenants of a New York apartment building burn their landlord for fuel.
"Well," he replied, "That was wish-fulfillment."
I bring that up because today's story falls into the same category, I think. Bill Fitzhugh worked in radio before turning to comic crime novels.
Grady, the main character of this story, is one of those guys who tells DJs what they are allowed to play. Specifically the fewest number of songs they can play over and over and over. He confronts somebody who is not fond of that format, but does speak Grady's language.
"You know how it works," the man said. "We had a good sample of the demographic we're trying to appeal to and we asked what they wanted, and this is what they said. We're just giving them what they asked for."
"Which is what?"
"Bad news for you, I'm afraid."
Did I mention the somebody has a gun?
I won't reveal what else happens. Tune back in after the news and sports.
Decades ago I was privileged to hear a panel featuring Stanley Ellin, one of the great authors of mystery short stories. He declared that stories about murder should not be funny.
During the Q&A I reminded him of his story "The Day the Thaw Came to 127," in which (spoiler alert) the frustrated tenants of a New York apartment building burn their landlord for fuel.
"Well," he replied, "That was wish-fulfillment."
I bring that up because today's story falls into the same category, I think. Bill Fitzhugh worked in radio before turning to comic crime novels.
Grady, the main character of this story, is one of those guys who tells DJs what they are allowed to play. Specifically the fewest number of songs they can play over and over and over. He confronts somebody who is not fond of that format, but does speak Grady's language.
"You know how it works," the man said. "We had a good sample of the demographic we're trying to appeal to and we asked what they wanted, and this is what they said. We're just giving them what they asked for."
"Which is what?"
"Bad news for you, I'm afraid."
Did I mention the somebody has a gun?
I won't reveal what else happens. Tune back in after the news and sports.
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