"Sad Onions," by Joe R. Lansdale, in Odd Partners, edited by Anne Perry, Random House, 2019.
This is the second time Lansdale has appeared on this page. I have read a number of his short stories, and watched the Hap and Leonard TV series, but this is my first encounter with the two gentlemen in print. It did not disappoint.
Our east Texas heroes have been fishing and on the way home they almost run over a woman who runs out in the street to wave them down. There has been a car crash and her husband is dead.
A very sad accident. But is it accidental?
I said, "something about this whole thing stinks."
"Did you shower this morning?" Leonard said.
Snotty guys. But they are right in spotting flaws in the supposed car crash. The more they look the more holes they find in the story. And the more holes they find, the deeper is the one they find themselves in...
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
The Kindly Dark, by J.B. Toner
"The Kindly Dark," by J.B. Toner, in A Murder of Crows, edited by Sandra Murphy, Darkhouse Books, 2019.
Each story in this book features a term of venery, which is the fancy word for a collective noun for animals. I guess that makes this the title story.
In ten years of reviewing stories have I ever chosen one with an animal narrator? Probably, but I don't remember doing so.
Let's begin at the beginning, shall we?
No bleakness is complete without a crow. A ruined church, a barren moor, a graveyard by a grey and empty sea; without the brooding shadow of a solitary rook, their desolation lacks its full potential.
Okay, Mr. Toner, you have my attention. What are you going to do with it?
He is going to introduce us to his narrator, a bird named Quick of Lurkwood Murder. He is fast, but getting older, and his peace has been disturbed because Father McReady has installed a safety light at the door of St. Bernadette's Church, blotting out the comfortable dark of Quick's favorite resting spot. The wire cage around the light is too strong for Quick to break. Can he find another way to restore the darkness?
Anthropomorphism isn't for all readers, of course, but Toner's tale is rooted in two factual characteristics of crows, among the cleverest of birds: their ability to recognize those who have done them good or ill, and their willingness to mob a raptor.
I debated whether to review this story, not because of the birdy narrator, but because of its questionable crime content. The only crime is a case of avian vandalism. But hey, it's in a book of crime stories and it's a beautiful tale, so that's good enough for me.
When I reread a story immediately it is usually because of a trick ending. In this case I reread it simply because the writing was such a delight.
Here is Glint, leader of the Murder, preparing for the caper:
"Knock!"
"Here, sir." Knock was as big as a raven, our strongest fighter. An old scar marked his breast, and his left wing was white as bone.
"Will the raptors fly on such a day as this?"
A wry note entered Knock's voice. "Only the boldest and the dumbest."
"Perfect. Ready your team."
Each story in this book features a term of venery, which is the fancy word for a collective noun for animals. I guess that makes this the title story.
In ten years of reviewing stories have I ever chosen one with an animal narrator? Probably, but I don't remember doing so.
Let's begin at the beginning, shall we?
No bleakness is complete without a crow. A ruined church, a barren moor, a graveyard by a grey and empty sea; without the brooding shadow of a solitary rook, their desolation lacks its full potential.
Okay, Mr. Toner, you have my attention. What are you going to do with it?
He is going to introduce us to his narrator, a bird named Quick of Lurkwood Murder. He is fast, but getting older, and his peace has been disturbed because Father McReady has installed a safety light at the door of St. Bernadette's Church, blotting out the comfortable dark of Quick's favorite resting spot. The wire cage around the light is too strong for Quick to break. Can he find another way to restore the darkness?
Anthropomorphism isn't for all readers, of course, but Toner's tale is rooted in two factual characteristics of crows, among the cleverest of birds: their ability to recognize those who have done them good or ill, and their willingness to mob a raptor.
I debated whether to review this story, not because of the birdy narrator, but because of its questionable crime content. The only crime is a case of avian vandalism. But hey, it's in a book of crime stories and it's a beautiful tale, so that's good enough for me.
When I reread a story immediately it is usually because of a trick ending. In this case I reread it simply because the writing was such a delight.
Here is Glint, leader of the Murder, preparing for the caper:
"Knock!"
"Here, sir." Knock was as big as a raven, our strongest fighter. An old scar marked his breast, and his left wing was white as bone.
"Will the raptors fly on such a day as this?"
A wry note entered Knock's voice. "Only the boldest and the dumbest."
"Perfect. Ready your team."
Monday, November 11, 2019
The Underground Man, by John Lantigua
"The Underground Man," by John Lantigua, in Ellery Queen Mystery magazine, November. December 2019.
This is the second time I have selected a story by John Lantigua. Like the first it is about Miami private eye Willie Cuesta.
In this story a lawyer friend asks WIllie to help a client who is an expert on tunneling. He helped break political prisoners out of incarceration in Uruguay but for the last twenty years he has been doing legit construction work in the U.S.
Alas, someone blabbed about his past to the wrong people and now some some professional jewel thieves insist he help them tunnel into a jewelry store. He doesn't want to do it, and even if he did, he thinks they will leave him underground permanently, so to speak.
Turn them in? Not so easy. Because the tunneler is in the country illegally. Quite a dilemma.
Willie comes up with a stratagem which turns, oddly enough, on the professionalism of the bad guys. A clever story.
This is the second time I have selected a story by John Lantigua. Like the first it is about Miami private eye Willie Cuesta.
In this story a lawyer friend asks WIllie to help a client who is an expert on tunneling. He helped break political prisoners out of incarceration in Uruguay but for the last twenty years he has been doing legit construction work in the U.S.
Alas, someone blabbed about his past to the wrong people and now some some professional jewel thieves insist he help them tunnel into a jewelry store. He doesn't want to do it, and even if he did, he thinks they will leave him underground permanently, so to speak.
Turn them in? Not so easy. Because the tunneler is in the country illegally. Quite a dilemma.
Willie comes up with a stratagem which turns, oddly enough, on the professionalism of the bad guys. A clever story.
Monday, November 4, 2019
Thanksgiving Eve, by Mark Thielman
"Thanksgiving Eve," by Mark Thielman, in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, November/December 2019.
This the fourth appearance in my space by Mark Thielman. It is very silly. Not that that is a bad thing.
Our hero -- well, narrator, anyway -- is about to celebrate Thanksgiving in the bosom of his family. That's a bit of luck because he is on probation "for that unfortunate incident where Mr. Thompson's car accidentally ended up in my possession." Apparently that sort of thing happens to him a lot.
He decides he needs to buy some weed to make it through "life's vagaries. They didn't teach me what a vagary was, but I think it's bad."
Which might not be a problem except that his sister Eve unexpectedly shows up for the dinner with her boyfriend Bill. And Bill is an agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency. Suddenly that bag of weed is very much on our guy's mind.
Funny stuff.
This the fourth appearance in my space by Mark Thielman. It is very silly. Not that that is a bad thing.
Our hero -- well, narrator, anyway -- is about to celebrate Thanksgiving in the bosom of his family. That's a bit of luck because he is on probation "for that unfortunate incident where Mr. Thompson's car accidentally ended up in my possession." Apparently that sort of thing happens to him a lot.
He decides he needs to buy some weed to make it through "life's vagaries. They didn't teach me what a vagary was, but I think it's bad."
Which might not be a problem except that his sister Eve unexpectedly shows up for the dinner with her boyfriend Bill. And Bill is an agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency. Suddenly that bag of weed is very much on our guy's mind.
Funny stuff.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Doing Time in the Crunchy Granola Suite, by Tim P. Walker
"Doing Time in the Crunchy Granola Suite," by Tim P. Walker, in Rock and a Hard Place Magazine, #1, 2019.
The publisher sent me a free e-copy of this magazine.
It's a cliche of old gangster movies. One of the bad guys gets wounded so they show up at a doctor's home, point a gun at the dedicated physician and say: "Fix him up, Doc. If he dies, you die."
This is a modernized version. Our doctor had his license suspended for giving out too many prescriptions for goodies. He is waiting out his sentence by working at a "holistic treatment center with the operating hours of a 7-11." That is, a joint designed to take in those wounded baddies, for a price.
All well and good except that the desperado at his door tonight wants him to fix a buddy whose booboo is a bullet hole right through the forehead. And, in classic gangster tradition, he is not taking no for an answer.
"Help him, man," he says. "I ain't asking you no more."
Lots of suspense and sparkling writing.
The publisher sent me a free e-copy of this magazine.
It's a cliche of old gangster movies. One of the bad guys gets wounded so they show up at a doctor's home, point a gun at the dedicated physician and say: "Fix him up, Doc. If he dies, you die."
This is a modernized version. Our doctor had his license suspended for giving out too many prescriptions for goodies. He is waiting out his sentence by working at a "holistic treatment center with the operating hours of a 7-11." That is, a joint designed to take in those wounded baddies, for a price.
All well and good except that the desperado at his door tonight wants him to fix a buddy whose booboo is a bullet hole right through the forehead. And, in classic gangster tradition, he is not taking no for an answer.
"Help him, man," he says. "I ain't asking you no more."
Lots of suspense and sparkling writing.
Monday, October 21, 2019
Miss Starr's Good-bye, by Leslie Budewitz
"Miss Starr's Good-bye," by Leslie Budewitz, in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, November/December 2019.
It was just last month that I wrote in this space about mysteries that feature historical figures. Naturally enough such tales are usually about well known people: Samuel Johnson, Weegee, Eleanor Roosevelt...
Not so today. This is (at least) the second story by Leslie Budewitz about Stagecoach Mary, a former slave who moved to Cascade Montana in 1885 to take care of a member of the family she had worked for back east who was now the head of a Catholic school.
This story is not about a nun; far from it. (Although one character makes an innocent comparison between the women, causing Mary to have a coughing fit. Miss Starr is a prostitute, apparently the only one in Cascade. Her brother has arrived, wanting her to return to civilization.
Her reply: "If you want to take me back to Philadelphia, you might as well kill me first. Because a life in a gilded cage would be the death of me."
Someone does die and Mary needs the help of a young Indian girl to solve the puzzle. Most of the story is told from Josie's viewpoint which makes it all the more intriguing, since we understand much of what she does not.
It was just last month that I wrote in this space about mysteries that feature historical figures. Naturally enough such tales are usually about well known people: Samuel Johnson, Weegee, Eleanor Roosevelt...
Not so today. This is (at least) the second story by Leslie Budewitz about Stagecoach Mary, a former slave who moved to Cascade Montana in 1885 to take care of a member of the family she had worked for back east who was now the head of a Catholic school.
This story is not about a nun; far from it. (Although one character makes an innocent comparison between the women, causing Mary to have a coughing fit. Miss Starr is a prostitute, apparently the only one in Cascade. Her brother has arrived, wanting her to return to civilization.
Her reply: "If you want to take me back to Philadelphia, you might as well kill me first. Because a life in a gilded cage would be the death of me."
Someone does die and Mary needs the help of a young Indian girl to solve the puzzle. Most of the story is told from Josie's viewpoint which makes it all the more intriguing, since we understand much of what she does not.
Monday, October 14, 2019
The Two-Body Problem, by Josh Pachter
"The Two-Body Problem," by Josh Pachter, in Mystery Weekly Magazine, October 2019.
I admit to being a sucker for stories set in higher education. Comes from three-plus decades in the academe mob.
My friend Josh Pachter has offered a nice example. The narrator and his fiance are both marine biologists, hustling toward the completion of their PhDs. And that is what brings up the titular dilemma.
With the job market the way it is, it's tough enough for one let's say marine biologist to find a tenure-track position at an R1 -- which is, for the uninitiated, a top-level university... When there are two of you in the same competitive field, the challenge is exponentially compounded.
How do two bodies, excuse me, two academics find jobs at the same top school? And what happens if they don't?
I very much enjoyed the light and sparkling tone used in this tale to describe the complexities of the higher ed biz.
My only complaint about this story is that Pachter doesn't explain the origin of the "Two Body Problem." It's a physics issue having to do with objects in orbit. This adds another level of academic complexity to the whole shebang.
I admit to being a sucker for stories set in higher education. Comes from three-plus decades in the academe mob.
My friend Josh Pachter has offered a nice example. The narrator and his fiance are both marine biologists, hustling toward the completion of their PhDs. And that is what brings up the titular dilemma.
With the job market the way it is, it's tough enough for one let's say marine biologist to find a tenure-track position at an R1 -- which is, for the uninitiated, a top-level university... When there are two of you in the same competitive field, the challenge is exponentially compounded.
How do two bodies, excuse me, two academics find jobs at the same top school? And what happens if they don't?
I very much enjoyed the light and sparkling tone used in this tale to describe the complexities of the higher ed biz.
My only complaint about this story is that Pachter doesn't explain the origin of the "Two Body Problem." It's a physics issue having to do with objects in orbit. This adds another level of academic complexity to the whole shebang.
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