Long Island Noir

Long Island Noir

by Kaylie Jones (Editor)


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“The Shiny Car in the Night” by Nick Mamatas has been selected for inclusion in The Best American Mystery Stories 2013 , edited by Otto Penzler and Lisa Scottoline

"There is plenty of mayhem for fans of dark fiction in the pages of Long Island Noir : shootings, killings, all manner of brutality...Suburbia may be even meaner than the big city."
The New York Times

"Akashic’s Long Island volume in its regional noir series offers an eclectic and effective mix of seasoned pros (Reed Farrel Coleman, Tim McLoughlin, Sarah Weinman) and new voices (Qanta Ahmed, JZ Holden, Amani Scipio). The 17 contributors portray a wonderful diversity of people driven to extremes . . ."
Publishers Weekly

Original stories by: Jules Feiffer, Matthew McGevna, Nick Mamatas, Kaylie Jones, Qanta Ahmed, Charles Salzberg, Reed Farrel Coleman, Tim McLoughlin, Sarah Weinman, JZ Holden, Richie Narvaez, Sheila Kohler, Jane Ciabattari, Steven Wishnia, Kenneth Wishnia, Amani Scipio, and Tim Tomlinson.

Kaylie Jones moved to Sagaponack, New York, in 1975, where her family continued to live for more than thirty years. She is the author of five novels, including A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries and the memoir Lies My Mother Never Told Me. She teaches in the MFA program at Stony Brook Southampton and in the Wilkes University low-residency MFA program in professional writing.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781617750625
Publisher: Akashic Books
Publication date: 04/30/2012
Series: Akashic Noir Series
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Kaylie Jones moved to Sagaponack in 1975, where her family continued to live for more than thirty years. She is the author of five novels, including A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries, and the memoir Lies My Mother Never Told Me. She teaches in the MFA program at Stony Brook Southampton, and in the Wilkes University low-residency MFA program in professional writing.

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Long Island Noir

Akashic Books

Copyright © 2012 Akashic Books
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-61775-062-5


A New Kind of Greedy Tension

Summers in the Hamptons were always wild and crazy, even in the late '70s when my family moved out east to Sagaponack. On the weekends in July and August the crowds would surge in from up the island and the city, and the bars, restaurants, and beaches were abuzz with an easygoing excitement rife with possibility. But as the Hamptons became more popular with a richer crowd—Hollywood stars, financial magnates, even politicians—a new kind of greedy tension filled the air, and even the locals were infected. Once, when I was out visiting my mother, I overheard a guy I'd known in high school, a builder, telling people at a bar that last year he'd put in a brand-new brick deck for this CEO prick's wife, but this year the guy's new girlfriend wanted to make a statement, so she told the builder to tear out the bricks and put in a cedar deck instead. "I told her $150,000," he laughed. "She didn't blink an eye." Then he tried to sell us the bricks.

Pretty soon the fields in Sagaponack were gone, replaced by mansions, each one bigger than the last, as if it were some kind of pumpkin-growing contest. And still, no one seemed content; not on the beach, where mobile phones were constantly ringing; not in line at the supermarket or outside the nightclubs; and certainly not stopped dead in stultifying mid-day traffic. Well, it's still traffic, whether you're in a Mercedes-Benz or a Honda Civic. Now, the truly rich fly out in private planes, adding to the general racket.

It's almost as if the whole world has caught Gatsbyitis. And what an amazing, prescient book that was. The Great Gatsby could be seen as the first noir novel of Long Island—a poor boy who doesn't have two cents to rub together falls for a rich girl who would never marry him. So he makes himself a massive fortune the only way he can—illegally. And buys himself a mansion on Long Island. Despite his fortune he is never truly accepted, never truly safe, comfortable, or content. And of course, she leaves him because he'll never be part of her set.

F. Scott Fitzgerald's mansions of Great Neck and Little Neck are still there, lording imposingly over their lesser neighbors. The American dream of suburban bliss has never died, only grown more desperate, more materialistic, and less romantic as it has shoved its way further east, until now there is literally nowhere left to go. The Hamptons I knew and loved are gone forever.

The most die-hard fans of noir fiction may find a few of these stories a little gris. Not everyone here is literally down and out, though spiritually, they'll give you a run for your money. A wealthy grandmother abandons her young grandson on a public beach in a moment of rage, putting his life in danger. A Northport hood is willing to murder his own brother for ratting out the local mob. An upper-class Pakistani woman almost dies in childbirth, a victim of severe marital abuse, yet she refuses to speak out. The president of a wealthy synagogue robs his donors blind in a ponzi scheme, including his staunchest supporter, a Holocaust survivor. They are all characters driven by some twisted notion of the American Dream, which they feel they must achieve at any cost. This is real-life noir. These people are our neighbors.

* * *

I heard this story at a dinner party once. Kurt Vonnegut, who lived on our street in Sagaponack and was a family friend I wish I'd known better, was invited to a summer cocktail party at the Hamptons home of some billionaire CEO. At the party, someone asked Kurt, "How does it feel to know this guy makes more money in a day than you will ever make in your lifetime?" After a moment, Kurt responded calmly that he didn't mind at all, because he had something the CEO would never have.

"What's that?" the person challenged.


These are stories about people who will never feel they have enough, whether they have everything they ever dreamed of, or nothing at all.

Kaylie Jones February 2012


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Table of Contents


Part I: Family Values
"Gateway to the Stars" by Matthew McGevna (Mastic Beach)
"Thy Shiny Car in the Night" by Nick Mamatas (Northport)
"Home Invasion" by Kaylie Jones (Wainscott)
"Anjali's America" by Qanta Ahmed (Garden City)

Part II: hitting it big
"A Starr Burns Bright" by Charles Salzberg (Long Beach)
"Mastermind" by Reed Farrel Coleman (Selden)
"Seven Eleven" by Tim McLoughlin (Wantagh)
"Past President" by Sarah Weinman (Great Neck)

Part III: Love and Other Horrors
"Boob Noir" by Jules Feiffer (Southampton)
"Summer Love" by JZ Holden (Sagaponack)
"Ending in Paumanok" by Richie Narvaez (Stony Brook)
"Terror" by Sheila Kohler (Amagansett)
"Contents of House" by Jane Ciabattari (Sag Harbor)

Part IV: American Dreamers
"Semiconscious" by Steven Wishnia (Lake Ronkonkoma)
"Blood Drive" by Kenneth Wishnia (Port Jefferson Station)
"Jabo's" by Amani Scipio (Bridgehampton)
"Snow Job" by Tim Tomlinson (Wading River)

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