Back with a Neo-Noir Vengeance

Time to finally get this blog hopping again - here is the deal. A while back I wrote a novel with a 70's style detective, well, a reluctant detective as you will see, named Luke Fischer.

It seems like my work jumps around in the sometimes literary, sometimes, crime-fiction, maybe some slipstream (see Ethical Aspects of Animal Husbandry), and sometimes I don't know the hell what.

I have had some agent interest in my latest novel, more of a literary vibe to that one - but it seems like I always have agent interest, so that's not real new. I am not cynical - wait, maybe I am - but scoring an agent, and then a book deal is a long and arduous as fuck ride. I got one before (the great, late, Mickey Choate), and I hope to have one again. Time will tell.

But I digress. Which is sometimes what this blog is about: digression.

I had a helluva great time writing my Luke Fischer novel. He was based on the movies and books from an era I could never get enough of - the 70's. The gritty, rain-soaked and neon lit streets, the smoking, drinking, bedraggled anti-hero's, the sardonic humour, the great locations and the rogue's gallery of colourful characters. Think: Penn's Night Moves, Dirty Harry, Harper, Bullitt, Parallax View, Three Days of the Condor, and for sure, Altman's Long Goodbye. The I haven't slept in days, but yes I'll take another shot of bourbon after I finish this cigarette and kick the knees out of this guy, sort of hero. How about Lee Marvin in Point Blank? You get the idea.

Writing-wise - pretty much everything James Crumley wrote (but especially. The Last Good Kiss.) Though, I need to throw a bone to Joe R. Lansdale as well. In fact, I got to Crumley through Lansdale. Anyway, read either of those guys and you will be happy.

I wanted to set the novel in somewhere, anywhere, but Canada - preferably somewhere hot and sweaty with lots of two-for-one drink specials, in otherwords, Mexico. And of course, if you read my work, you know I like the road. So, there is time spent in New Mexico, Colorado, Montana, and yes, maybe even Canada. What can I say, cut me, I bleed Maple Syrup.

The novel had a few working titles, but I think my fave was always Surf City Acid Drop. It just seemed to fit.

I am relaunching this blog to launch this novel - in serialized form. Every Sunday, right here at woofreakinhoo, you can read a chapter, and follow along with Mr. Luke Fischer. I plan on eventually making the book available on Amazon, but thought I'd start here. Another Fischer novel is in the works, so if you like him, there is more of him. I had a helluva lot of fun writing about him - more fun than you should have writing a novel. Hope you enjoy it half as much.

Crack a cold Pacifico, or the brew of your choice, and get ready for Surf City Acid Drop.