Brooklyn Noir

Brooklyn Noir

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by Tim McLoughlin

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Brand-new crime fiction stories from Pete Hamill, Nelson George, Sidney Offit, Tim McLoughlin and more of Brooklyn's finest!See more details below


Brand-new crime fiction stories from Pete Hamill, Nelson George, Sidney Offit, Tim McLoughlin and more of Brooklyn's finest!

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In McLoughlin's entertaining if uneven anthology of 19 brand new hard-boiled and twisted tales, each set in a different Brooklyn neighborhood, the best way to get to know New York City's most diverse borough is either to be dead or to cause someone else to assume that state in as grisly a manner as possible. This might be achieved via the old school method-for instance, with a nickel-plated revolver and a heart full of malice, as in "The Book Signing," Pete Hamill's lyrical opener about a Park Slope "ex-pat" writer who revisits his now-gentrified neighborhood only to step inadvertently into a past he'd long thought buried and forgotten. Or death might arrive in a new-fangled mode, with a scalpel and an Internet connection, as in Arthur Nersesian's compelling "Hunter/ Trapper," in which a Brooklyn Heights Web stalker makes the serious mistake of failing to secure his stalkee securely before ravishment. If a few weaker entries exploit the borough as an arbitrary setting for standard cops-and-robbers fare, the best stories concern people in the present coming to terms with the past. In McLoughlin's evocative "When All This Was Bay Ridge," a Sunset Park cop's son struggles with his dead father's secret history, while Maggie Estep's "Triple Harrison," depicting a squatter who tends a broken-down race horse in the abandoned wastes of East New York, takes the prize as the book's weirdest tale. (July) Forecast: Blurbs from the likes of Laura Lippman and Tim Cockey will help call attention to the book, while a contribution by Irish author Ken Bruen will have his fans wondering how Galway is connected to Brooklyn. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Brooklyn continues to get no respect in this collection of 19 stories, most the work of unheralded hands, all previously unpublished for good reason. The best known of the contributors, Pete Hamill, falls flat with the tale of an author returning to the old neighborhood to confront the "goil" he left behind in "The Book Signing." Norman Kelley wanders the gritty side of the borough in the gender-bending "The Code." Pearl Abraham explains Hasidic intricacies in "Hasidic Noir." Arthur Nersesian resolves an Internet stalking in a brownstone house of horror in "Hunter/Trapper." The saddest story, Ellen Miller's "Practicing," focuses on jumping off Canarsie Pier, climbing a bridge, and what amounts to child endangerment. Several cop partners do each other in, none of the variations noteworthy except for their detailed knowledge of Brooklyn street names-except perhaps for editor McLoughlin's final twisted coup de grace in "When All This Was Bay Ridge." The most original story is "Fade to . . . Brooklyn," Ken Bruen's brutal tale of an idealized tourist in Galway. Most readers will turn with relief from these unappealing looks at Brooklyn byways and stereotypes back to Manhattan or Cedar Rapids.

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Akashic Books
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Akashic Noir Series
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5.20(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

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Excerpt of The Book Signing by Pete Hamill
(Park Slope)

Carmody came up from the subway before dusk, and his eyeglasses fogged in the sudden cold. He lifted them off his nose, holding them while they cooled, and saw his own face smiling from a pale green leaflet taped to the wall. There he was, in a six-year-old photograph, and the words Reading and Book Signing and the date and place, and he paused for a moment, shivering in the hard wind. The subway was his idea. The publisher could have sent him to Brooklyn in a limousine, but he wanted to go to the old neighborhood the way he always did, long ago. He might, after all, never come this way again.

The subway stairs seemed steeper than he remembered and he felt twinges in his knees that he never felt in California. Sharp little needles of pain, like rumors of mortality. He didn't feel these pains after tennis, or even after speed-walking along the Malibu roads. But the pain was there now, and was not eased by the weather. The wind was blowing fiercely from the harbor, which lay off in the darkness to his right, and he donned his glasses again and used both gloved hands to pull his brown fedora more securely to his brow. His watch told him that he had more than a half hour to get to the bookstore. Just as he had hoped. He'd have some time for a visit, but not too much time. He crossed the street with his back to the place where the bookstore awaited him, and passed along the avenue where he once was young.

His own aging face peered at him from the leaflets as he passed, some pasted on walls, others taped inside the windows of shops. In a way, he thought, they looked like Wanted posters. He felt a sudden . . . what was the word? Not fear. Certainly not panic. Unease. That was the word. An uneasiness in the stomach. A flexing and then relaxing of muscles, an unwilled release of liquids or acids, all those secret wordless messages that in California were cured by the beach and the surf or a quick hit of Maalox. He told himself to stop. This was no drama. It was just a trip through a few streets where once he had lived but had not seen for decades. After seventeen novels, this would be his first signing in the borough that had formed him. But the leaflets made clear that here, in this neighborhood, his appearance might be some kind of big deal. It might draw many people. And Carmody felt apprehensive, nervous, wormy with unease.

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What People are saying about this

Tim Cockey
You want real? Leave the white collar at home and come to Brooklyn. The stories in this astonishingly diverse collection will pull you out onto the street, maybe even rough you up a little. And you'll love it. Edgy, sly, and at times downright eye-popping, Brooklyn Noir takes you on an ultra-cool walking tour of NYC's hippest borough.
author of Backstabber
Laura Lippman
Brooklyn Noir is�such a stunningly perfect�combination that you can�t believe you haven�t read an anthology like this before. But trust me--you haven't. Story after story is a revelation, filled with the requisite sense of place, but also the perfect twists that crime stories demand. The writing is flat-out superb,� filled with lines that will sing in your�head for a long time to come.
winner of the Edgar, Shamus, and Agatha awards

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