"In The After," by John Gilstrap, in The Strand Magazine, February-May 2013.
My story in this issue of The Strand has been described as a tearjerker, which is enough to make me wonder if I'm going soft. My fondness for Mr. Gilstrap's nasty little tale restores my faith in my own essential wickedness.
Tony and Elly Emerson have just returned home after dropping their daughter off for her first year of college. They find their home invaded by a stranger who is after vengeance. It seems a mistake Tony had made many years before has come back home to roost. Some lives will be changed, and maybe a few ended, before the dust settles.
Tony felt himself breathing heavily again. "Oh, my God. You're insane."
Another laugh. "Hardly. I'm a teacher with a lesson plan."
Class is in session.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
The Dead Man's Daughter, by Phillip DePoy
"The Dead Man's Daughter," by Phillip DePoy, in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, April 2013.
I have to say this is an unusually good issue, which makes it hard to choose favorites. (Yes, I know I have a story in it; even barring that, it's full of good stuff.)
I don't think I've ever encountered Mr. DePoy before. Apparently some of his twelve novels are about the protagonist of this tale, Fever Devilin, a laid-off professor of folklore who has resettled in his parent's old home in the hills of Appalachia.
And a creepy story it is.
There is a place in it called Devil's Hearth, and an apparent ghost, but it turns out the really creepy elements are living people. At the start Devilin is shot at by a backwoods preacher who seems quite unperturbed to be shooting at the man on his own property. Then there is a teenage girl who is quite content that her miserable and abusive father was killed years before. And finally there is someone wandering around outside the cabin at the place called Devil's Hearth.
I think what made this story stand out in a good batch is a particularly brutal line of dialog at the very end. Talk about noir...
I have to say this is an unusually good issue, which makes it hard to choose favorites. (Yes, I know I have a story in it; even barring that, it's full of good stuff.)
I don't think I've ever encountered Mr. DePoy before. Apparently some of his twelve novels are about the protagonist of this tale, Fever Devilin, a laid-off professor of folklore who has resettled in his parent's old home in the hills of Appalachia.
And a creepy story it is.
There is a place in it called Devil's Hearth, and an apparent ghost, but it turns out the really creepy elements are living people. At the start Devilin is shot at by a backwoods preacher who seems quite unperturbed to be shooting at the man on his own property. Then there is a teenage girl who is quite content that her miserable and abusive father was killed years before. And finally there is someone wandering around outside the cabin at the place called Devil's Hearth.
I think what made this story stand out in a good batch is a particularly brutal line of dialog at the very end. Talk about noir...
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Not Done With The Night, by Jay Brandon
"Not Done With The Night," by Jay Brandon, in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, April 2013.
Unusual story and I can't tell you too much about it without giving stuff away.
Gerald goes into a bar and starts a conversation with a woman, but he obviously has something other than romance on his mind.
I have said before that I am a sucker for stories in which the character has a chance at redemption, whether or not he takes it. In this case Gerald realizes the depth of his mistake and risks his life to fix things up.
Interesting characters, good action. Nice job.
Unusual story and I can't tell you too much about it without giving stuff away.
Gerald goes into a bar and starts a conversation with a woman, but he obviously has something other than romance on his mind.
I have said before that I am a sucker for stories in which the character has a chance at redemption, whether or not he takes it. In this case Gerald realizes the depth of his mistake and risks his life to fix things up.
Interesting characters, good action. Nice job.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Wine on Ice, by Cheryl Rogers
"Wine on Ice," by Cheryl Rogers, in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, March/April 2013.
Cheryl Rogers runs a vinyard near Perth, Australia and writes excellent mystery stories - she's been featured here before. Her regular character is a cop, nicknamed Spanners, who makes up in knowledge of engines what she lacks in social graces. Her rival for success is a botanist-cop who prefers bicycles to cars. One gets the impression their boss doesn't like either of them very much.
But he needs their help to investigate the death of a wealth wine grower who was apparently drunk at a huge party (although Spanners notes, she was never seen "tired and emotional" in public before, that being a non-libelous newspaper code for bombed).
Interesting characters, witty dialog, satisfactory plot.
Cheryl Rogers runs a vinyard near Perth, Australia and writes excellent mystery stories - she's been featured here before. Her regular character is a cop, nicknamed Spanners, who makes up in knowledge of engines what she lacks in social graces. Her rival for success is a botanist-cop who prefers bicycles to cars. One gets the impression their boss doesn't like either of them very much.
But he needs their help to investigate the death of a wealth wine grower who was apparently drunk at a huge party (although Spanners notes, she was never seen "tired and emotional" in public before, that being a non-libelous newspaper code for bombed).
Interesting characters, witty dialog, satisfactory plot.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Restraint, by Alison Gaylin
Some stories you know right from the beginning will be your favorite of the week - if they can keep up that pace to the end. Some don't show their true colors until you get to the stunning ending.
But the rarest of all is the story that doesn't reveal itself as the winner until hours after you read it. By which I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about this one. Which is not to say Gaylin hasn't given us a good opening.
When the woman who killed Kevin Murphy's daughter walked into Cumberland Farms to pay for her gas, the first thing Kevin noticed about her was the way she crumpled her money.
Got your attention? I thought it would. And the ending is no slouch either. But in between you will slowly learn about what happened to Murphy's daughter -- none of the obvious things that might pop into your head -- and about the revenge Murphy plans. Again, that is a long way from obvious. It is not bloody or particularly violent, but it will shock you.
Powerful stuff.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Downsized, by Doug Allyn
Trish is a reporter, just laid off from the Detroit Free Press. Her friend Jane, still employed there, suggests they start a lunch club, mostly for laid-off reporters. And things go nicely until one member, Grace, brings a friend from church.
Mrs. Alva Warren was pushing sixty, a heavyset widow in a flowered dress. I doubted she'd stay fifteen minutes.
But stay she did. And when one of the members suspects that her husband is having an affair Mrs. Warren reveals some surprising aspects of her past and philosophy.
"In my daddy's time we had a few more options."
"What options?" Grace asked.
"Justifiable homicide for one," Mrs Warren said lightly.
I may be giving the wrong impression; this is not a light story and it only gets grimmer. But it is worth a read.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Button Man, by Joseph D'Agnese
"Button Man," by Joseph D'Agnese, in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, March 2013.
I have said before that my favorite stories tend to have at least one of three characteristcs. Either they have brilliant basic concepts (like last week's example), or they have surprise endings, or they have what I call heightened writing. Heightened writing means that the language does something more than merely carry you from the beginning of the plot to the end.
And that is what stands out about this story for me.
He was a nice guy to know, for all his bigness. He knew how to make animals out of folded paper, and his name was Happy Phelan.
The nickname arose from many things. His round baby face. His strawberry nose. Those huge hands. And, no doubt, his colossal innocence. How he got the lieutenant bars I'll never know.
Frank, the narrator, meets Phelan in the army. In civilian life they both wind up working in the garment district. Frank moves ahead but Phelan, despite the advantage of having a father who owned a company, had a handicap: that innocence and a sense of justice that makes him unable to ignore or forgive the greed and graft that makes the world go round?
Will he adjust to reality, or will it break him?
"I should have been a cop," he said quietly. "I wanted to, years ago. My old man said it was a dirty business. I don't know why I listened to him. Is this any better?"
A gripping tale.
I have said before that my favorite stories tend to have at least one of three characteristcs. Either they have brilliant basic concepts (like last week's example), or they have surprise endings, or they have what I call heightened writing. Heightened writing means that the language does something more than merely carry you from the beginning of the plot to the end.
And that is what stands out about this story for me.
He was a nice guy to know, for all his bigness. He knew how to make animals out of folded paper, and his name was Happy Phelan.
The nickname arose from many things. His round baby face. His strawberry nose. Those huge hands. And, no doubt, his colossal innocence. How he got the lieutenant bars I'll never know.
Frank, the narrator, meets Phelan in the army. In civilian life they both wind up working in the garment district. Frank moves ahead but Phelan, despite the advantage of having a father who owned a company, had a handicap: that innocence and a sense of justice that makes him unable to ignore or forgive the greed and graft that makes the world go round?
Will he adjust to reality, or will it break him?
"I should have been a cop," he said quietly. "I wanted to, years ago. My old man said it was a dirty business. I don't know why I listened to him. Is this any better?"
A gripping tale.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The Auction, by Christopher Reece.
"The Auction," by Christopher Reece, in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, January 2013.
I read my EQMMs out of order. So sue me.
As the editors note, it is always a treat to read a good story written in an unusual format, especially from a new author. And that is what Mr. Reece provides us with.
The tale relates the history of an unhappy marriage told entirely through the patter of an auctioneer describing the items available at an estate sale.
Those of you familiar with the Inman family know this room, I'm certain. Unlike most of the items we've already seen, many of the objects within this room have gained a certain, shall we say, notoriety? Other things in the collection are valuable because they come from a particular era of history. These items, why, these items are part of history! Ladies and gentlemen, you are being granted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to purchase these treasures directly from the estate. Shall we begin?
I recommend you do.
I read my EQMMs out of order. So sue me.
As the editors note, it is always a treat to read a good story written in an unusual format, especially from a new author. And that is what Mr. Reece provides us with.
The tale relates the history of an unhappy marriage told entirely through the patter of an auctioneer describing the items available at an estate sale.
Those of you familiar with the Inman family know this room, I'm certain. Unlike most of the items we've already seen, many of the objects within this room have gained a certain, shall we say, notoriety? Other things in the collection are valuable because they come from a particular era of history. These items, why, these items are part of history! Ladies and gentlemen, you are being granted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to purchase these treasures directly from the estate. Shall we begin?
I recommend you do.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
A Scandal in Bohemia, by Terence Faherty
"A Scandal in Bohemia," by Terence Faherty, in Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, February 2013.
This is embarassing. I am in danger of being labeled a Faherty fanboy.
For the first time since I started these reviews I am featuring the same author two weeks in a row. Is it my fault that Terence Faherty has stories in both AH and EQ, and that both are fine?
The title of the story is, no doubt, familiar. This is a pastiche of Sherlock Holmes, which brings me to an old rant. As I have said before some people use the word pastiche to mean a story about a character written by someone other than the original author. To me, that is something different (how about "fan fiction?").
I argue that to create a pastiche the author has to re-think the original stories in some way, not just add another one to the series. And a pastiche is not a parody either , which is simply making fun of the original. To use a popular recent term, a pastiche is a reboot.
Bringing us to Faherty. He begins by referring to "the recent discovery of the notebooks of Dr. John H. Watson," which allow us to see the rough draft of this famous story, including Watson's editorial notes to himself. The result is a hilarious fresh look at the "real" story of the famous partnership.
"And now to work. Are you willing to break a law or two and perhaps even land yourself in the jug?"
"In a just cause."
"We're helping a serial defiler of women recover evidence of same from a blackmailing prostitute, so you can work out the justness of our cause at your leisure. the venture does, however, ensure you an evening out of the house."
"Then I'm your man."
Hilarious.
This is embarassing. I am in danger of being labeled a Faherty fanboy.
For the first time since I started these reviews I am featuring the same author two weeks in a row. Is it my fault that Terence Faherty has stories in both AH and EQ, and that both are fine?
The title of the story is, no doubt, familiar. This is a pastiche of Sherlock Holmes, which brings me to an old rant. As I have said before some people use the word pastiche to mean a story about a character written by someone other than the original author. To me, that is something different (how about "fan fiction?").
I argue that to create a pastiche the author has to re-think the original stories in some way, not just add another one to the series. And a pastiche is not a parody either , which is simply making fun of the original. To use a popular recent term, a pastiche is a reboot.
Bringing us to Faherty. He begins by referring to "the recent discovery of the notebooks of Dr. John H. Watson," which allow us to see the rough draft of this famous story, including Watson's editorial notes to himself. The result is a hilarious fresh look at the "real" story of the famous partnership.
"And now to work. Are you willing to break a law or two and perhaps even land yourself in the jug?"
"In a just cause."
"We're helping a serial defiler of women recover evidence of same from a blackmailing prostitute, so you can work out the justness of our cause at your leisure. the venture does, however, ensure you an evening out of the house."
"Then I'm your man."
Hilarious.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Margo and the Silver Cane, by Terence Faherty
"Margo and the Silver Cane," by Terence Faherty, in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, January/February 2013.
Last week I saw All Through The Night, a weird movie with an amazing cast (Bogart, Lorre, Phil Silvers, Jackie Gleason, etc.) that starts out as a pretty good comedy and sort of devolves into the Bowery Boys versus the Nazis. I bring this up because Faherty's plot hits similar territory: a Nazi plot against New York harbor in the days before Pearl Harbor. I like his story better than the movie, though.
Margo Banning is an ambitious career woman, working as associate producer on a Sunday radio show. One of the stars is Philip St, Pierre, a self-proclaimed "radio detective." And in this week's show he announces that next week he will be revealing the identity of a top German spy. What follows is a lot of fun and amusingly written. Take this conversation regarding one of the other performers on the radio show.
"You are not a radio detective?"
"That question takes us into the realm of philosophy. Or do I mean psychology? Are we who we decide to be or who the world tells us to be? For example, I work with a woman who has forced her will upon the world. She's become a former Broadway star despite the inconvenience of never having been a current one."
"Mamie Gallagher," Edelweiss said a little wistfully. "She has a very attractive voice. I imagine her blonde."
"So does she."
The ending clearly hints at more adventures to come. I look forward to them.
Last week I saw All Through The Night, a weird movie with an amazing cast (Bogart, Lorre, Phil Silvers, Jackie Gleason, etc.) that starts out as a pretty good comedy and sort of devolves into the Bowery Boys versus the Nazis. I bring this up because Faherty's plot hits similar territory: a Nazi plot against New York harbor in the days before Pearl Harbor. I like his story better than the movie, though.
Margo Banning is an ambitious career woman, working as associate producer on a Sunday radio show. One of the stars is Philip St, Pierre, a self-proclaimed "radio detective." And in this week's show he announces that next week he will be revealing the identity of a top German spy. What follows is a lot of fun and amusingly written. Take this conversation regarding one of the other performers on the radio show.
"You are not a radio detective?"
"That question takes us into the realm of philosophy. Or do I mean psychology? Are we who we decide to be or who the world tells us to be? For example, I work with a woman who has forced her will upon the world. She's become a former Broadway star despite the inconvenience of never having been a current one."
"Mamie Gallagher," Edelweiss said a little wistfully. "She has a very attractive voice. I imagine her blonde."
"So does she."
The ending clearly hints at more adventures to come. I look forward to them.
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