"10,432 Serial Killers (in Hell)," by Emily Devenport, in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, May/June 2018.
Let me start out by saying the last few issues of AHMM have had outstanding cover art. Truly.
It's hard enough to write a good crime story. Some people choose to increase the degree of difficulty by adding fantasy elements. Now you're trying to satisfy the strictures of two genres, and you know some people will reject your tale because they only enjoy one of them. So if you try it, you better know what you're doing.
Devenport, obviously, does.
The story begins with a bus driver spotting a "white lady hurrying toward her empty bus at eleven thirty night. The lady had pajamas on under her bathrobe and big, fat slippers on her feet, which explained why she couldn't break into a run." She also had a small dog under one arm, and a cat under the other.
Obviously a comic situation. But Katie Thomas is in a serious mess. She is running away from "the serial killer in my apartment." His name, she says, is John Fogus and they met in Hell.
Say what?
Katie explains to an officer: She had been in a car accident two years earlier and was dead for thirty seconds. She spent that time in Hell, where she met 10,432 serial killers.
"That's a lot of people, Katie."
"They were all in one place together."
"Kind of like a stadium setting?"
"Kind of."
So Katie is obviously crazy. Except someone did break into her apartment and left hints that tied him to unsolved killings.
A fun story which even offers an interesting take on Hell.
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Sunday, May 13, 2018
The Last Siege of Bothwell Castle, by Chris Brookmyre
"The Last Siege of Bothwell Castle," by Chris Brookmyre, in Bloody Scotland, edited by James Crawford, Pegasus, 2018.
Each of the stories in this book was written by a Scottish author and inspired by one of the nation's historic buildings.
In all fairness I should say I am pretty much the ideal target for this book. You know how I feel about mystery stories and I love Scotland. I have been in at least three of the buildings described herein.
But not Bothwell Castle, where our story takes place. There's a historical reenactment going on and the place is crowded with tourists, and also with some very bad people up to no-good. Soon they are taking hostages and making demands.
A cop named Catherine McLeod takes control of the situation but the hostages' best chance for rescue might be Sanny and Sid, two young sneak thieves who were scooped up with the tourists.
The plot is clever but what I most admire about the story is its language which is alive and feels real. (One of the young thieves make a complaint about telecommunicaations that made me laugh out loud.)
But in the passage below Sid has just called one of other hostages a "Septic," and the man demands an explanation.
"Septic tank. Yank."
This doesnae go down well either.
"I ain't no Yankee. I'll have you know I'm a proud Georgian. I'm from the South."
"The south of whit?" Sid asks.
"The Southern states," Sanny tells him. "Sure, the ones that got pumped in the Civil War."
"Silence," says the gunman... "Do not speak. And give me your phones. All of you."
This provokes a load of moaning, like the prospect of handing over their mobiles is worse than the prospect of imminent death...
Each of the stories in this book was written by a Scottish author and inspired by one of the nation's historic buildings.
In all fairness I should say I am pretty much the ideal target for this book. You know how I feel about mystery stories and I love Scotland. I have been in at least three of the buildings described herein.
But not Bothwell Castle, where our story takes place. There's a historical reenactment going on and the place is crowded with tourists, and also with some very bad people up to no-good. Soon they are taking hostages and making demands.
A cop named Catherine McLeod takes control of the situation but the hostages' best chance for rescue might be Sanny and Sid, two young sneak thieves who were scooped up with the tourists.
The plot is clever but what I most admire about the story is its language which is alive and feels real. (One of the young thieves make a complaint about telecommunicaations that made me laugh out loud.)
But in the passage below Sid has just called one of other hostages a "Septic," and the man demands an explanation.
"Septic tank. Yank."
This doesnae go down well either.
"I ain't no Yankee. I'll have you know I'm a proud Georgian. I'm from the South."
"The south of whit?" Sid asks.
"The Southern states," Sanny tells him. "Sure, the ones that got pumped in the Civil War."
"Silence," says the gunman... "Do not speak. And give me your phones. All of you."
This provokes a load of moaning, like the prospect of handing over their mobiles is worse than the prospect of imminent death...
Sunday, May 6, 2018
The Icing on the Cake, by Russell Day
This is a tasty piece of work and I can't do justice to it in a plot summary. But here goes.
The narrator, Gareth, is a gofer for Mr. Driscoll, a British crime boss. Today his mission is to drive a Jaguar down to a prison where the car's owner, Harry the Spider Linton, is being released after seven years for robbing a post office. Although, as it turns out, Harry thinks he owes his incarceration to the stupidity of Mr. Driscoll.
Harry's rage is so feverish that it seems like it might end the trip prematurely. Gareth might me in danger. What is going to happen if/when Harry gets to his old mate's mansion, and encounters the man he now sees as the cause of his lost years?
Well, I can't tell you that. But I will say that the ending sent a shiver down my spine, and it is a rare story these days that gives me a spinal freeze.
Sunday, April 29, 2018
The Canary Islands Crime Boss, by Glenda Young
"The Canary Islands Crime Boss," by Glenda Young, in Noirville, Fahrenheit Press, 2018.
Poor Jimmy. An accountant isn't supposed to get in this sort of trouble. Yes, when he married Linda he knew her brother was in organized crime. But he never guessed Larry would rope him in to do the books. And once you're in that business the severance package is... severe.
Larry has called them down to the Canary Islands so Jimmy can help with his latest project, which is a little odd. "We'll be the baked bean underbelly of Britain," he declares, and, no, I won't attempt to explain that.
But Larry has enemies. Maybe Jimmy does too. Maybe his wife is jealous of his assorted affairs. Maybe things aren't as sunny in the islands as the tourist brochures would have you believe...
Poor Jimmy. An accountant isn't supposed to get in this sort of trouble. Yes, when he married Linda he knew her brother was in organized crime. But he never guessed Larry would rope him in to do the books. And once you're in that business the severance package is... severe.
Larry has called them down to the Canary Islands so Jimmy can help with his latest project, which is a little odd. "We'll be the baked bean underbelly of Britain," he declares, and, no, I won't attempt to explain that.
But Larry has enemies. Maybe Jimmy does too. Maybe his wife is jealous of his assorted affairs. Maybe things aren't as sunny in the islands as the tourist brochures would have you believe...
Sunday, April 22, 2018
The Curse, by Mark Edwards
"The Curse," by Mark Edwards, in Night of the Flood, edited by E.A. Aymar, and Sarah M. Chen. Down and Out Books, 2018.
This is an example of a Shared Universe book, a concept which I am not going to discuss in detail here because I think I will probably write about it at length in SleuthSayers one of these days.
The short version is this: In the small western Pennsylvania town of Everton, Maggie Wilbourne murdered the men she said raped her. For this she was executed. As revenge, a group of feminist terrorists called the Daughters blow up the dam, flooding Everton. Each story in this book, written by different authors, takes place on the night of this event. Some move the main story line, about the Daughters. Some have no connection to it except for the flood event. This witty story is one of the latter.
Ed and Rhi are Britons, moved to the small town of Everton, PA to dodge what they believe is a curse. It seems that Rhi met a demon named Frank (Frank?) who offered her a winning lottery ticket in return for a horrible deed to be done later. After they have spent most of the money Frank calls up and demands they do the unspeakable thing he wants. When they refuse he threatens them with a curse.
And suddenly their life is burdened with bugs, and boils, and a fire. So they escape to America and encounter, naturally, a flood. In the anarchic night of crime and looters they can probably get away with what Frank demands, but are the willing to do it?
More importantly, is there really a demon named Frank? I'm not the one to tell. But let me remind you of something a very wise man said last week in this very space:
By the way, not all surprises are created equal. If a meteor struck the bad guy, that would be surprising but not satisfying.
The ending of this story is straight out of left field, but I found it completely satisfying.
This is an example of a Shared Universe book, a concept which I am not going to discuss in detail here because I think I will probably write about it at length in SleuthSayers one of these days.
The short version is this: In the small western Pennsylvania town of Everton, Maggie Wilbourne murdered the men she said raped her. For this she was executed. As revenge, a group of feminist terrorists called the Daughters blow up the dam, flooding Everton. Each story in this book, written by different authors, takes place on the night of this event. Some move the main story line, about the Daughters. Some have no connection to it except for the flood event. This witty story is one of the latter.
Ed and Rhi are Britons, moved to the small town of Everton, PA to dodge what they believe is a curse. It seems that Rhi met a demon named Frank (Frank?) who offered her a winning lottery ticket in return for a horrible deed to be done later. After they have spent most of the money Frank calls up and demands they do the unspeakable thing he wants. When they refuse he threatens them with a curse.
And suddenly their life is burdened with bugs, and boils, and a fire. So they escape to America and encounter, naturally, a flood. In the anarchic night of crime and looters they can probably get away with what Frank demands, but are the willing to do it?
More importantly, is there really a demon named Frank? I'm not the one to tell. But let me remind you of something a very wise man said last week in this very space:
By the way, not all surprises are created equal. If a meteor struck the bad guy, that would be surprising but not satisfying.
The ending of this story is straight out of left field, but I found it completely satisfying.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Kindness, by Tom Hallman, Jr.
"Kindness," by Tom Hallman, Jr., in Mystery Weekly Magazine, April 2018.
I like surprises. Not in real life, I hasten to add, so put down that seltzer bottle. But surprises in fiction are definitely a good thing.
The main reason that this story made my page this week is that twice I thought Well, I see where this is headed, and both times I was wrong. That's nice.
Phil's family moved to an inner city neighborhood that is gentrifying. Great house, nice neighbors. But then the old man across the street dies and his house is inherited by a jerk who parties all night The jerk is a huge guy who "reminded me of one of those men featured on cable shows taking viewers inside America's roughtest prisons."
When this guy takes an unhealthy interest in Phil's teenage daughter things seem really desperate. But then Phil meets Deke, a motorcyclist and a proud one-percenter. This does not refer to the one-percent who own so much of our country; it's an older term referring to the supposed one percent of motorcyclists who are criminals.
Phil helps Deke with a problem. Will Deke help Phil with his? Or, hint hint, will something different happen?
By the way, not all surprises are created equal. If a meteor struck the bad guy, that would be surprising but not satisfying. But the twists in this tale are nicely foreshadowed. There is a flaw in the plot (let's just say it's better to be lucky than to plan well), but it didn't stop my enjoying the story.
Another complaint, which you've heard me make before. There are not a lot of characters in this story, so why do three of them need to be named Amy, Allison, and Anderson?
I like surprises. Not in real life, I hasten to add, so put down that seltzer bottle. But surprises in fiction are definitely a good thing.
The main reason that this story made my page this week is that twice I thought Well, I see where this is headed, and both times I was wrong. That's nice.
Phil's family moved to an inner city neighborhood that is gentrifying. Great house, nice neighbors. But then the old man across the street dies and his house is inherited by a jerk who parties all night The jerk is a huge guy who "reminded me of one of those men featured on cable shows taking viewers inside America's roughtest prisons."
When this guy takes an unhealthy interest in Phil's teenage daughter things seem really desperate. But then Phil meets Deke, a motorcyclist and a proud one-percenter. This does not refer to the one-percent who own so much of our country; it's an older term referring to the supposed one percent of motorcyclists who are criminals.
Phil helps Deke with a problem. Will Deke help Phil with his? Or, hint hint, will something different happen?
By the way, not all surprises are created equal. If a meteor struck the bad guy, that would be surprising but not satisfying. But the twists in this tale are nicely foreshadowed. There is a flaw in the plot (let's just say it's better to be lucky than to plan well), but it didn't stop my enjoying the story.
Another complaint, which you've heard me make before. There are not a lot of characters in this story, so why do three of them need to be named Amy, Allison, and Anderson?
Sunday, April 8, 2018
The Gunfighters, by Michael Cebula
"The Gunfighters," by Michael Cebula, in Mystery Weekly Magazine, April 2018.
I don't go looking for western stories, because that's not what I'm in the business of reviewing, but this one showed up in Mystery Weekly Magazine, and it has plenty of the right elements. Plus it's a good story.
In a cliched western when two gunfighters face off one usually ends up dead and the other unhurt. But as our tale begins the two antagonists are both gut shot and dying.
Deadeye Danny is a "a skinny rumor of a man," so narcissistic that he refers to himself by his self-anointed nickname and talks like a character out of a dime novel.
Harris is a trick shooter, both laconic and sardonic. At one point he asks the doctor if his wound is going to be fatal. The doctor assures him that it is and begins to explain what damage was done.
“Was only asking what time it was, Doc,” Harris said. “No need to explain how the clock was built.”
As the two enemies sit, more or less abandoned, waiting for the end, they try to settle a question: how exactly did they wind up fighting each other in the first place? And there is the mystery, a clever one at that.
I don't go looking for western stories, because that's not what I'm in the business of reviewing, but this one showed up in Mystery Weekly Magazine, and it has plenty of the right elements. Plus it's a good story.
In a cliched western when two gunfighters face off one usually ends up dead and the other unhurt. But as our tale begins the two antagonists are both gut shot and dying.
Deadeye Danny is a "a skinny rumor of a man," so narcissistic that he refers to himself by his self-anointed nickname and talks like a character out of a dime novel.
Harris is a trick shooter, both laconic and sardonic. At one point he asks the doctor if his wound is going to be fatal. The doctor assures him that it is and begins to explain what damage was done.
“Was only asking what time it was, Doc,” Harris said. “No need to explain how the clock was built.”
As the two enemies sit, more or less abandoned, waiting for the end, they try to settle a question: how exactly did they wind up fighting each other in the first place? And there is the mystery, a clever one at that.
Sunday, April 1, 2018
The Wedding Ring, by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
"The Wedding Ring," by Kristine Kathryn Rusch, in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, March/April 2018.
This is Rusch's sixth appearance on this site.
I try to treat all my little darlings equally, rooting the same for every story I read but I admit that sometimes a concept or opening is so strong I find myself cheering the author on: Keep going! Don't screw this up!
Rusch didn't screw it up. Here is the concept I liked so much: Serena is a classics professor and after a bad breakup she goes to Las Vegas for what she calls her Liberation Vacation. There she meets the man of her dreams. Shortly after that they are married. Shortly after that he disappears, taking her cash, self-confidence, and so much more.
One cop says about the crooks: "They're not in it for the money. They're in it to destroy their marks."
Serena replies. "They didn't destroy me... I'm right here. And I'm going to destroy them right back." To do that all she has to do is become a completely different person. Hell hath no fury, and all that...
There's a lot of thoughtful detail in this novella. For example: the title does not refer to a piece of jewelry. Or consider the name: Serena. Or the final moniker the bad guy chooses. (It tolls for thee, baby.)
This is Rusch's sixth appearance on this site.
I try to treat all my little darlings equally, rooting the same for every story I read but I admit that sometimes a concept or opening is so strong I find myself cheering the author on: Keep going! Don't screw this up!
Rusch didn't screw it up. Here is the concept I liked so much: Serena is a classics professor and after a bad breakup she goes to Las Vegas for what she calls her Liberation Vacation. There she meets the man of her dreams. Shortly after that they are married. Shortly after that he disappears, taking her cash, self-confidence, and so much more.
One cop says about the crooks: "They're not in it for the money. They're in it to destroy their marks."
Serena replies. "They didn't destroy me... I'm right here. And I'm going to destroy them right back." To do that all she has to do is become a completely different person. Hell hath no fury, and all that...
There's a lot of thoughtful detail in this novella. For example: the title does not refer to a piece of jewelry. Or consider the name: Serena. Or the final moniker the bad guy chooses. (It tolls for thee, baby.)
Sunday, March 25, 2018
The Submarine of Walker Lake, by Brendan DuBois
"The Submarine of Walker Lake," by Brendan DuBois, in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, March/April 2018.
Correction made, thanks to Kevin Tipple.
Great title, huh? This is DuBois' seventh appearance in this blog, which ties him with Terence Faherty. It's not a typical DuBois story, being funnier and shorter than I am used to from him.
Sean Sullivan, our narrator, is an ex-Bostn cop, having lost his job in a reshuffle after a scandal. The only job he could find was as a patrolman in a small town called Walker, New Hampshire. He is still getting used to the place and the pace, and when some odd assignments come in he isn't sure whether someone is pranking the new boy.
For example Lon Kotkin claims he has seen a submarine in Walker Lake. Is he nuts, Sullivan asks the chief. "Compared to what?" is the reply.
I won't spoil the best line in the story by repeating it here, but it involves a bad guy asking a classic question and getting a rather startling reply.
It's a fun tale.
Correction made, thanks to Kevin Tipple.
Great title, huh? This is DuBois' seventh appearance in this blog, which ties him with Terence Faherty. It's not a typical DuBois story, being funnier and shorter than I am used to from him.
Sean Sullivan, our narrator, is an ex-Bostn cop, having lost his job in a reshuffle after a scandal. The only job he could find was as a patrolman in a small town called Walker, New Hampshire. He is still getting used to the place and the pace, and when some odd assignments come in he isn't sure whether someone is pranking the new boy.
For example Lon Kotkin claims he has seen a submarine in Walker Lake. Is he nuts, Sullivan asks the chief. "Compared to what?" is the reply.
I won't spoil the best line in the story by repeating it here, but it involves a bad guy asking a classic question and getting a rather startling reply.
It's a fun tale.
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Queen and Country, by Robert Mangeot
"Queen and Country," by Robert Mangeot, Mystery Weekly Magazine, March 2018.
This is the third appearance by Robert Mangeot in these hollowed electrons. He is all about language and this time is practically in Wodehouse territory.
Well, technically he's in rural France in the late fifties, or at least Nick Torthwaite is. Nick is an arachnologist, sent over from Britain to hunt for a tropical spider. Or maybe he's hunting for his despised fellow scientist who traveled there first, in search of the precious queen spider. In fact, both of them are working for the British government who thinks the deadly spider may have military uses. But other forces are a t work here and may kill Nick before ge can get to the spider or before the beastie can get to him...
I talked abou the language, so here is our hero bragging about himself and "...the Nick Torthwaite-in-the-field look. Stubble, chronograph, safari vest and poplin slacks, I cut a dashing if stocky figure, the famed scientist after his quarry." Good luck, Nick.
This is the third appearance by Robert Mangeot in these hollowed electrons. He is all about language and this time is practically in Wodehouse territory.
Well, technically he's in rural France in the late fifties, or at least Nick Torthwaite is. Nick is an arachnologist, sent over from Britain to hunt for a tropical spider. Or maybe he's hunting for his despised fellow scientist who traveled there first, in search of the precious queen spider. In fact, both of them are working for the British government who thinks the deadly spider may have military uses. But other forces are a t work here and may kill Nick before ge can get to the spider or before the beastie can get to him...
I talked abou the language, so here is our hero bragging about himself and "...the Nick Torthwaite-in-the-field look. Stubble, chronograph, safari vest and poplin slacks, I cut a dashing if stocky figure, the famed scientist after his quarry." Good luck, Nick.
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