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Already Dead (Joe Pitt Series #1)

Already Dead (Joe Pitt Series #1)

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by Charlie Huston

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Those stories you hear? The ones about things that only come out at night? Things that feed on blood, feed on us? Got news for you: they’re true. Only it’s not like the movies or old man Stoker’s storybook. It’s worse. Especially if you happen to be one of them. Just ask Joe Pitt.

There’s a shambler on


Those stories you hear? The ones about things that only come out at night? Things that feed on blood, feed on us? Got news for you: they’re true. Only it’s not like the movies or old man Stoker’s storybook. It’s worse. Especially if you happen to be one of them. Just ask Joe Pitt.

There’s a shambler on the loose. Some fool who got himself infected with a flesh-eating bacteria is lurching around, trying to munch on folks’ brains. Joe hates shamblers, but he’s still the one who has to deal with them. That’s just the kind of life he has. Except afterlife might be better word.

From the Battery to the Bronx, and from river to river, Manhattan is crawling with Vampyres. Joe is one of them, and he’s not happy about it. Yeah, he gets to be stronger and faster than you, and he’s tough as nails and hard to kill. But spending his nights trying to score a pint of blood to feed the Vyrus that’s eating at him isn’t his idea of a good time. And Joe doesn’t make it any easier on himself. Going his own way, refusing to ally with the Clans that run the undead underside of Manhattan–it ain’t easy. It’s worse once he gets mixed up with the Coalition–the city’s most powerful Clan–and finds himself searching for a poor little rich girl who’s gone missing in Alphabet City.

Now the Coalition and the girl’s high-society parents are breathing down his neck, anarchist Vampyres are pushing him around, and a crazy Vampyre cult is stalking him. No time to complain, though. Got to find that girl and kill that shambler before the whip comes down . . . and before the sun comes up.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for Charlie Huston

“Rocks and rolls from the first page. This is one mean, cold, slit-eyed mother of a book, and Charlie Huston is the real deal.”
–Peter Straub, on Six Bad Things

“[A] wrong-man plot worthy of Hitchcock.”
–Entertainment Weekly (Editor’s Choice), on Caught Stealing

The Barnes & Noble Review
The vampire mythos gets a healthy dose of attitude à la Raymond Chandler in Charlie Huston's singularly cool Already Dead, a savage and sardonic novel that blends blood-sucking fantasy and horror elements with the hard-boiled style of noir thrillers.

Joe Pitt is a vampyre living in post-9/11 New York City. On an island ruled by all-powerful and very politically diverse vampyre clans -- the Coalition, the Society, the Enclave, et al. -- Pitt is a loner, surviving by doing various odd jobs for clan bosses. When he becomes indebted to the Coalition and is strong-armed into finding the runaway daughter of a biotech magnate, the undead amateur detective begins a treacherous mission that will lead him through the dark underbelly of Manhattan and pit him against brain-eating zombies, drug-addicted squatters, warring vampyre factions, and his most base desire: the need to feed.

Huston, who has already wowed mystery and mainstream fiction readers with his breakout novels, Caught Stealing and Six Bad Things (down-and-dirty suspense thrillers featuring ill-fated bartender-turned-outlaw Henry "Hank" Thompson), is primed to blow the socks off of yet another genre audience with Already Dead, a novel that introduces a rousing new twist on one of literature's oldest and most popular myths. Simply put, this is an absolute must-read for dark fantasy, horror, and mystery aficionados, as well as mainstream fiction fans looking for something a little off the beaten path. All categorization aside, Huston's genre-transcending, pedal-to-the-metal novel is a thrill ride of the highest order -- gloriously nasty! Paul Goat Allen
Patrick Anderson
Huston deserves hardcover publication and will get it soon enough, but it's probably true that this book's core audience is among the young, the cool, the hip and the unshockable. Of course, it's also suitable for those of any age who have the wit to appreciate clever, hard-edged writing. As I said when reviewing Six Bad Things, there are echoes of Raymond Chandler in Huston's work and of Hunter S. Thompson, too. Among the new voices in 21st-century crime fiction, Charlie Huston, as much as anyone I can think of, is where it's at.
— The Washinton Post
Publishers Weekly
After two hard-boiled hits, Caught Stealing and Six Bad Things, Huston does an irresistible and fiendishly original take on the vampire myth. Manhattan is teeming with the undead, the island divided into often-warring vampire clans such as the Society, the Hood and the Enclave. The most powerful is the Coalition, whose goal is to protect its members from public scrutiny and persecution. Rogue PI Joe Pitt (aka Simon), who like all vampires is infected with a virus that requires him to drink blood regularly, is hired by Marilee Horde, a prominent New York socialite, to locate her runaway teenage daughter, Amanda, who may be slumming with homeless goth kids in the East Village. Meanwhile, a "carrier" is on the loose, infecting its victims with a bacterium that turns them into brain-eating zombies. The Coalition wants Pitt to find and destroy the carrier, since the carnage the zombies are causing brings unwanted attention to the undead community. Huston has fun playing with the conventions of the genre, creating his own hip update that will appeal to fans of Quentin Tarantino and Buffy the Vampire Slayer alike. (Dec.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Joe Pitt is a Vampyre on a mission. He inhabits the seamier side of Manhattan, but he knows how to survive. This tough-talking rogue knows all the city's players but refuses to join the various clans of undead. From time to time, however, he does a job for the main group, the Coalition. His latest task is to locate Amanda, the daughter of a wealthy and rather sordid individual named Dr. Dale Edward Horde. To find her, Joe must survive assaults by zombies (hungry humans afflicted by a body-rotting bacterium) and the nasty machinations of his own ilk. Huston's intricate, fast-paced, Chandleresque vampire-crime story has plenty of action, violence, and raw language. An excellent story but not for the squeamish in public libraries. [The novel will include a map of Huston's Vampyre New York City underworld.-Ed.]-Patricia Altner, Information Seekers, Columbia, MD Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The Vampyres are coming, the Vampyres are coming. Vampyres, not vampires, though the difference isn't always apparent. At any rate, they're more than just coming, they're here, sucking it up throughout Manhattan, four to five thousand of them, a bloodthirsty bunch. Joe Pitt is one of them, but atypical. Oh, he's undead all right, and he does need to transfuse on a regular basis, but all who know him recognize his special qualities. Both Vampyre powerhouses-the mighty Coalition and the smaller, more radical Society-would love to have him suit up in their colors, but Joe's no follower. He's simply a man who "gets things done," he says. So sometimes he's a detective; other times, a murderer. This particular time, he's the one who'd better find Amanda Horde, or risk the ire of Dexter Predo, the Coalition's mean-spirited Machiavelli. Amanda's the 14-year-old daughter of rich, influential Edward Horde, who, while not undead himself, counts A-list Vampyres among those eager to do him favors. And since he's important to the Coalition, he's important to Joe-the ruthless Predo knows exactly where Joe hides his yummy 10-pint blood stash. Finding Amanda, however, will test Joe's mettle. It's an arduous search, during which he'll earn a fresh batch of enemies and a practically non-stop array of prolonged and sadistic beatings. Huston (Caught Stealing, 2004, etc.) does his best here, but how can you really like a bloodsucker?

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I smell them before I see them. All the powders, perfumes and oils the half-smart ones smear on themselves. The stupid ones just stumble around reeking. The really smart ones take a Goddamn shower. The water doesn’t help them in the long run, but the truth is, nothing is gonna help them in the long run. In the long run they’re gonna die. Hell, in the long run they’re already dead.

So this pack is half-smart. They’ve splashed themselves with Chanel No. 5, Old Spice, whatever. Most folks just think they have a heavy hand at the personal scent counter. I close my eyes and inhale deeper, because it could just be a group of bridge and tunnelers in from Jersey or Long Island. But it’s not. I take that second breath and sure enough, there it is underneath: the sweet, subtle tang of something not quite dead. Something freshly rotting. I’m betting they’re the ones I’m looking for. And why wouldn’t they be? It’s not like these things are thick on the ground. Not yet. I walk a little farther down Avenue A and stop at the sidewalk window of Nino’s, the pizza joint on the corner of St. Marks.

I rap on the counter with the ring on my middle finger and one of the Neapolitans comes over.


—What’s fresh?

He looks blank.

—The pizza, what’s just out of the oven?

—Tomato and garlic.

—No way, no fucking garlic. How ’bout the broccoli, it been out all day?

He shrugs.

—Fine, give me the broccoli. Not too hot, I don’t want to burn the roof of my mouth.

He cuts a slice and slides it into the oven to warm up. I could eat the tomato and garlic if I wanted to. It’s not like the garlic would hurt me or anything. I just don’t like the shit.

While I wait I lean on the counter and watch the customers inside the joint. The usual crowd for a Friday night: couple drunk NYU kids, couple drunk greasers, a drunk squatter, two drunk yuppies on an East Village adventure, a couple drunk hip-hoppers, and the ones I’m looking for. There are three of them standing around the far corner table: an old-school goth chick, and two rail-thin guys, with impossibly high cheekbones, that have fashion junkie written all over them. The kind of guys who live in a squat but make the fashion-week scene by virtue of the skag they bring to the parties. Just my favorite brand of shitdogs all in all.


The Neapolitan is back with my slice. I hand him three bucks. The goth and the fashion junkies watch the two NYU kids stumble out the door. They push their slices around for another minute, then follow. I sprinkle red pepper flakes on my slice and take a big bite, and sure enough it’s too hot and I burn the roof of my mouth. The pizza jockey comes back and tosses my fifty cents change on the counter. I swallow, the molten cheese scorching my throat.

—I told you not too hot.

He shrugs. All the guy has to do all day is throw slices in the oven and take them out when they’re ready. Ask for one not too hot and you might as well be requesting coq au vin. I grab my change, toss the slice back on the counter and take off after the junkies and the goth chick. Fucking thing had garlic in the sauce anyway.

The NYU kids have crossed the street to cut through Tompkins Square before the cops shut it down at midnight. The trio lags behind about eight yards back, walking past the old water fountain with Faith, Hope, Temperance, Charity carved in the stone above it. The kids reach the opposite side of the park and keep heading east on Ninth Street, deeper into Alphabet City. Great.

This block of 9th between Avenues B and C is barren, as in empty of everyone except the NYU kids, their trailers and me.

The junkies and the goth pick up the pace. I stroll. They’re not going anywhere without my seeing it. What they want to do takes a bit of privacy. Better for me if they get settled someplace where they feel safe, before I move in.

They’re right on the kids now. They move into a dark patch under a busted streetlamp and spread out, one on either side of the kids and one behind. There’s a scuffle, movement and noise, and they all disappear. Fuck.

I jog up the street and take a look. On my left is an abandoned building. It used to be a Puerto Rican community center and performance space, before that it was a P.S. Now it’s just condemned.

I follow the scent up the steps and across the small courtyard to the graffiti-covered doors. They’ve been chained shut for a few years, but tonight the chain is hanging loose below the hacksawed hasp of a giant Master lock. Looks like they prepped this place in advance of their ambush. Looks like they may be a little more than half-smart.

I ease the door open and take a look. Hallway goes straight for about twelve yards then hits a T intersection. Dark. That’s OK. I don’t mind the dark. The dark is just fine. I slip in, close the door behind me and take a whiff. They’re here, smells like they’ve been hanging out for a couple days. I hear the first scream and know where to go. Up to the intersection, down the hall to the right, and straight to the open classroom door.

One of the NYU kids is facedown on the floor with the goth chick kneeling on his back. She’s already shoved her knife through the back of his neck, killing him. Now she’s trying to jam the blade into his skull so she can split it open. The junkie guys stand by, waiting for the piñata to bust.

The other kid has jammed himself in a corner in the obligatory pool of his own fear-piss. His eyes are rolling around and he’s making the high-pitched noise that people make when they’re so scared they might die from it. I hate that noise.

I hear something crunchy.

The chick has the knife in. She gives it a wrenching twist and the dead kid’s skull cracks open. She claws her fingers into the crack, gets a good grip and pulls, tearing the kid’s head open like a piece of rotted fruit. A pomegranate. The junkies edge closer as she starts scooping out clumps of brain. Too late for that kid, so I wait a couple seconds more, watching them as they start to eat, and listening to the other kid’s moaning go up another octave. Then I do my job.

It takes me three silent steps to reach the first one. My right arm loops over his right shoulder. I grab his face with my right hand while my left hand grips the back of his head. I jerk sharply clockwise, pulling up at the same time. I feel his spinal cord tear and drop him, grabbing the second one’s hair before the first one hits the ground. The chick is getting up off the kid’s corpse, coming at me with the knife. I punch the second junkie in the throat and let him drop. It won’t kill him, but he’ll stay down for a second. The chick whips the knife in a high arc and the tip rakes my forehead. Blood oozes from the cut and into my eyes.

Whatever she was before she got bit, she knew a little about using a knife, and still remembers some of it. She’s hanging back, waiting for her pal to get up so they can take me together. I measure the blank glaze in her eyes. Yeah, there’s still a little of her at home. Enough to order pizza and pick out these kids as marks, enough to cut through a lock, but not enough to be dangerous. As long as I’m not stupid. I step in and she thrusts at me with the knife. I grab the blade.

She looks from me to the knife. I’m holding it tightly, blood spilling out between my clenched fingers. The dim light in her eyes gets minutely brighter as something gives her the word: she’s fucked. I twist the knife out of her hand, toss it in the air and catch it by the handle. She turns to run. I grab the back of her leather jacket, step close and jam the knife into her neck at the base of her skull, chopping her medulla in half. I leave the knife there and let her drop to the floor. The second junkie is just getting back up. I kick him down, put my boot on his throat and stomp, twisting my foot back and forth until I hear his neck snap.

I kneel and wipe my hand on his shirt. My blood has already coagulated and the cuts in my hand have stopped bleeding, likewise the cut in my forehead. I check the bodies. One of the guys is missing a couple teeth and has some lacerations on his gums. Looks like he’s been chewing someone’s skull. Probably it belonged to the clown I took care of a couple days ago, the one with the hole in his head who tipped me off to this whole thing. Anyway, his teeth aren’t what I’m interested in.

Both guys have small bites on the backs of their necks. The bite radius and size of the tooth marks make me take a look at the girl’s mouth. Looks like a match. Figure she bit these two and infected them with the bacteria. Happens that way sometimes. Generally a person gets infected, the bacteria starts chewing on their brain and pretty soon they’re reduced to the simple impulse to feed. But sometimes, before they reach that point, they infect a few others. They take a bite, but don’t eat the whole meal if you get me. No one really knows why. Some sob sisters would tell you it’s because they’re lonely. But that’s bullshit. It’s the bacteria compelling them, spreading itself. It’s fucking Darwin doing his thing.

I check the girl’s neck. She infected the others, but something infected her first. The bite’s been marred by the knife I stuck in her, but it’s there. It’s bigger than the others, more violent. In fact, there are little nips all over her neck. Fucking carrier that got her couldn’t decide if it wanted to just infect her or eat her. Whatever, all the same to me. Except it means the job isn’t done yet. Means there’s a carrier still out there. I start to stand up. But something else; a smell on her. I kneel next to her and take a whiff. Something moves behind me.

The other NYU kid. Right, forgot about him. He’s trying to dig his way through the wall. I walk over to him. I’m just about to pop him in the jaw when he does the job for me and passes out. I look him over. No bites. Now normally I wouldn’t do this, but I lost a little blood and I never got to eat my pizza, so I’m pretty hungry. I take out my works and hook the kid up. I’ll only take a pint. Maybe two.

The phone wakes me in the morning. Why the hell someone is calling me in the morning I don’t know, so I let the machine get it.

—This is Joe Pitt. Leave a message.

—Joe, it’s Philip.

I don’t pick up the phone, not for Philip Sax. I close my eyes and try to find my way back to sleep.

—Joe, I think maybe I got something if ya can pick up the phone.

I roll over in bed and pull the covers up to my chin. I try to remember what I was dreaming about so I can get myself back there.

—I don’t wanna bug ya, Joe, but I figure ya gotta be in. It’s ten in the morning, where ya gonna be?

Sleep crawls off into a corner where I can’t find it and I pick up the damn phone.

Meet the Author

Charlie Huston is an American author of pulp crime novels and comic books. He is best known for his supernatural noir Joe Pitt Casebooks series and his pulp trilogy featuring Henry Thompson about a case of mistaken identity. He has written several comic books in the Marvel universe including The Punisher: Frank Castle and Wolverine: The Best There Is. He lives in Los Angeles.

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Already Dead (Joe Pitt Series #1) 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 266 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Although the characters and plot isn't particularly orginal or unique, it is however a very fast and easy read, a real page turner, a book for those don't nedd to get too involved with the characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm not into all the vampire stories that seem to be so popular right now, but this one looked different, kind of off-beat. Well,off-beat it was, but in a good way. At first, it was a bit hard to follow, as Mr. Huston doesn't use quotation marks to denote dialogue. He also explains things after the fact. For example, the main character, Joe, takes a phone call from Evie, but it's not explained who Evie is (Joe's girlfriend) until later. This happened several times in the book. At first, it was pretty annoying; not knowing for sure what a reference meant, or who someone was, but then, after I got used to this being the way the book was written, I got into it. I was pleasantly surprised by the story and the fact that I liked it enough to want to check out the other Joe Pitt stories in the series.
read4funGA More than 1 year ago
It's a vampire story, so dark & disturbing is welcome and expected. A fun, easy read, vampire mystery thriller. If a bisexual protagonist is unappealing then you may want to skip this one.
Unbound More than 1 year ago
This is a great mystery noir. It has vampires and zombies but for all that it's still a regular noir tale of the seedy side of Manhattan. It's not any more graphic or violent than an R-rated film. If you don't wacth R-rated movies then you probably wouldn't want to read this, but other than that no worries. The only knock I have about this book is that the author doesn't use quotation marks to denote dialog. That gets annoying really quickly, but the writing stlye makes it easy to understand who's talking. Worth the money if you like film noir.
JoanieGranola More than 1 year ago
In watching the "behind the scenes" video about how TrueBlood on HBO came about, Charlaine Harris (Sookie Stackhouse novels) stated that the vampire genre has come very far since the days of 'Dracula' and that writers could now "change the rules" of the vampire world. Charlie Huston did just that - he added his own twist on vampires and zombies. It's an interesting story, but I could tell that it was written by a man. I'm not a reader of comic books, but I've seen movies based on comic books and - in my own estimation - this book sort of reads as I believe a comic book novel would. At first I thought this book was being told after the apocalypse, but then I realized that it was just being told from the perspective of someone who's underground - or, rather, someone who's not in the middle- or upper-middle class. This tale is narrated by the main character, Joe Pitt (not his real name) and his life as a Vampyre. It takes us through a journey in New York where there are "sectors" and "clans" and Joe's just trying to get by. He's hired to do a job (that he sort of mucked up in the first place) and there are many twists and turns that make the story interesting. There were a few things I didn't enjoy in this ebook: the em-dashes indicating that someone was speaking. I found it difficult to ascertain who was speaking a few times and the lack of chapters or blank space indicating that the current scene is over. The end of the story is a little gruesome and graphic - those faint of heart should be warned. However, if you're reading vampire novels you're probably not easily squeemish. This story was well written and I will probably get the second book in the Joe Pitt series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In this modern day tale of vampyre clans in manhattan, Joe Pitt is a sort of freelance vampyre renegade who does various jobs for the multitude of vampyire clans and organizations in Manhattan and the outlying burroughs. A new vyrus hits the streets that turns people into shamblers (think of them like zombies but more functional than the ones you see in zombie flicks) and Joe Pitt takes on the task of finding out where the vyrus originated from, and who is spreading it around. The book reads more like a screenplay than a novel and Author Charlie Huston has a very endearing and entertaining writing style and storytelling method. Don't assume that this is your typical cheesy vampire novel. Joe Pitt himself is the kind of character you'd probably hate in real life, but love in fiction. He's a witty, smart-mouthed, wise cracking bad*ss who will gladly take a thrashing just to run off at the mouth - and love it. The setting and tone of this trilogy is very Noir. I'd love to see these books become films. Overall, a very fun read and definitely a hard to put down page-turner.
TulaneGirl More than 1 year ago
It was torture to get through it. The only thing that got me through it was my commitment to read a certain number of books. This is a horror/comedy book about a reluctant and rogue Vampire who takes on contract work killing Zombies. It leads into a job that has some twists and turns. Didn't like the main character, or any of the side characters, or the storyline itself. 
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The plot is average and stays that way through the series. The books average around 160 pages so you don't get a lot for your money. I probably wouldn't recommend this book or series for the reasons listed.
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$12 for a book playing on what's popular with little substance and a low page count. Would've rated higher at a $5 cost
B-Cyr More than 1 year ago
A tough Vampire that not to many teen girls are falling in love with, and that is good!  I read the Hank Thompson trilogy before this first Joe Pitt book and loved those.  I liked this book and look forward to reading more from Huston.  
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