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Interview with Jo Perry, author of Everything Happens

Jo Perry is the highly rated author of the Dead series of books, which follow Charlie and his dog, Rose. They’re both dead, but they’re not done – they have a mystery to solve. Monty Python’s Eric Idle said of it: “Starts with a bang and goes on surprising. Highly enjoyable and unique…”

Now Jo has a novella coming out and she’s popped into Messy Business to talk all about it.

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Hi Jo, you have a new novella coming out, Everything Happens, published by Fahrenheit Press, which is one side of a double story shared with Derek Farrell. What’s your story all about?

My novella, Everything Happens is Vegas Noir – a departure from my Los Angeles-based mystery series about a dead man and a dead dog. Everything Happens intertwines the stories of a woman going to Vegas to get a quickie divorce and of her soon to be ex-husband who goes to Vegas to celebrate a big score and a new girlfriend. I hadn’t planned on writing the novella until Fahrenheit Press’s imprint, 69 Crime, published the first of cool, tete beche pulp crime editions with a novella by Aidan Thorn and one by Nick Quantrill. I loved both novellas and the format. When Chris McVeigh and Chris Black asked if Derek Farrell and I would be interested in writing novellas for the second one, I was in.

The only problem being that I had not been thinking of writing a novella at all. I used the opportunity to write about a woman and about Las Vegas, which Derek Farrell also employs in his novella. I have been visiting Las Vegas for most of my life and love its clarity, vividness, and strangeness. It felt good to write about a woman who––excuse the expression––discovers her power. And the alien landscape seemed like the perfect place for a woman to shed layers of herself until she finds out who she really is.

I’m wondering what you mean about Las Vegas’ clarity – it’s moral clarity? Immoral clarity?

I just wrote a guest post about Las Vegas for the Murder Is Everywhere blog that will appear shortly, so I don’t want to rehash stuff I say there. Here’s the link.

But I will say that Las Vegas has geographical clarity – it is the jewel-like glittery “there” glowing in the middle of the desert nowhere.

Las Vegas is also clear about its purpose, the fulfilment of desire on the cheap or for as much as one is willing to pay. 

Also Las Vegas is clearly the opposite of where everyone who goes there comes from:

Different rules apply.

Where does your female protagonist come from. How had her power been repressed, become dormant?

I don’t know where Jennifer comes from exactly. Maybe from inside me and from outside, too. I’ve been a woman for a long time now.

Jennifer is a young woman who has done her best to do what women are supposed to do––love and nurture. Loving and nurturing, however, require self-effacement, deferring pleasure, tongue-biting and stoic silence. The messages Jennifer has received from the world––and which most women receive––have also kept her down and dormant, i.e. that everything happens for a reason, that buying stuff and makeovers result in beauty and power and authenticity, that women are especially imperfect and require massive improvement, and that sisterhood is powerful except when it’s a sisterhood of consumption, credulity and cruelty.

Jo Perry

It sounds like her soon-to-be-ex is the type who can only have it all his own way or he’ll take his ball home. What’s his story?

You’re going to have to read the novella to find out his story, but like everyone, even the assholes among us, Jake is the hero of his own narrative, the center around which his world revolves. Yet Jake collides with others who have their own agendas, who have scores to settle and scores to make and their own needs. Jake’s narrative conflicts with Jennifer’s and with those of his, um, business partners and colleagues.

You say you didn’t have a novella in mind – did you find it difficult to contain the story you wanted to tell in a smaller space?

I’d written novels and short stories, but never a novella. I think I fit the story to the novella’s shape and length, or that maybe the novella’s length shaped the story. And yes, it was very difficult.

I had trouble locating crucial places in the narrative, i.e. it was difficult to intuit where the beginning ended and the middle began and where the end began. Does that make sense? I just didn’t have a feel for it.

A novella requires a novel’s depth, but without a novel’s sprawl. Writing a novella is like doing a high dive into a well, rather than swimming into an open sea. You can drown doing both, but it’s safer and less claustrophobic to write a novel. A novella is an unforgiving form. But there’s room for discovery, unlike the short story which is usually built on one idea, one twist.

A novella is deep enough to contain various characters and their complexity of feeling and motive.

I think that each form – short story, novella, novel – tells a different kind of story.

Fahrenheit Press

You’ve been to Las Vegas many times, but was it hard to get the city into your headspace after your Dead series’ Los Angeles location?

It was strange to write about the living instead of writing about the dead.

I enjoyed imagining taste, touch the smell of the air, the sensation thirst, hunger, pain, etc. 

I realized that I’d been in dead mode for a long time now. It felt good to be alive.  I also enjoyed contemplating a place other than Los Angeles. And Las Vegas has everything. 

For Everything Happens, writing about the living, did you have to control all those descriptive elements about the senses? What was the editing process like?

Each place must be described as the character experiences it. Los Angeles and Las Vegas are vivid, full contrasts, and inhabited by fantasists and dreamers – the ironies are built-in and reveal themselves.

Writing about the living made me feel enlivened. It felt really good. 

As for editing, I am a relentless reviser/rewriter. I just keep rewriting until it feels right, sound right, is clear, complete and feels true to character/or my aims.

Did you have any conversations with Derek Farrell about how you would both approach the concept?

Yes. Before we embarked on our novellas, Derek and I had a productive, clarifying conversation about how we could connect our stories, and we agreed on Las Vegas and a few other things.

Derek is brilliant, generous, and lovely to talk to. That conversation helped me dive in. 

You wrote episodic television. Which show did you write for, and how has that translated to your books?

My husband and I wrote and produced episodic television as a team. We wrote for Simon & Simon, did a Star Trek: Next Generation script, did three scripts for 21 Jump Street, and wrote for a few other shows no one remembers––Sidekicks, Snoops––and stuff for shows that didn’t make it to air. Also, a few movie scripts that never were produced.

I learned so much from writing for television, especially for Simon & Simon which was a hit show––efficient, with amazingly talented people working in every part of production and writing. 

I learned to listen to criticism/notes, i.e. the reader is reacting to something – something off, unclear, missing, redundant, wrong ––and it may not be the thing he/she points out to you. But I learned to pay attention when someone has a problem with something in a book or in a script. 

I learned a lot about pacing, about dialogue, about what a scene is, and to me the most important thing––when a scene should end.  Too often fiction takes too long to end or ends over and over. I learned from TV writing that every scene should end crisply, should not be overwritten, and should, if possible, end with anxiety or suspense. 

Writing under pressure was good experience, too. And seeing what one wrote actually acted out and spoken and filmed was illuminating. The words have to be efficient and true to the way real people talk.

Everything Happens is described as cinematic. Is that because of how it’s structured? The prose? What makes a book cinematic?

I’m not sure. There’s a lot of internal thinking in my novella and that is the opposite of film, but there’s also intense action, a vivid setting, some twists, reversals and surprises. Maybe that’s why.

Do you read your work aloud while editing?

I know that Timothy Hallinan reads all his manuscripts aloud to his wife to test the rhythms, grace, etc. of the language.  I think that is a smart thing to do, and his attention to this aspect of writing is evident in his powerful, beautiful writing. 

I probably should read my work aloud. I listen to it in my mind’s ear, I guess. I have a habit of writing very long sentences that are meant to be read on the page rather than spoken––but I do pay special attention to the rhythms and diction of what my characters say when they talk. Or think.

What’s next for you?

I am writing a novel right now about a character who appeared as a cameo in Dead Is Beautiful, book 4 in the Charlie and Rose series, but who was too interesting and fun to remain just a cameo. 

Now he’s the protagonist – hilarious and brave, sweet and tough, but faced with his one, deep, paralyzing, irrational fear while trying to find out who set him up for murdering a man he didn’t know. It’s another L.A. novel but a different L.A. – and yeah, there’s a very important dog. A living dog.

Also (so far – everything is subject to revision) a millionaire avocado rancher, a Samoan American makeup artist/security/martial arts expert, a punk band, a Mensa member/accountant, a weight-loss group. Oh. And it takes place during Christmas. At least that’s what’s happening so far. Don’t hold me to any of this. I have a long way to go.

And I have an idea that won’t let go of me for the next, about a totally different character and different fictional world––a mystery or thriller about death and Jewish religious practice.

Jo, you’ve been a great guest. Any final words?

Thank you very much for the very interesting questions. You made me think.

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Jo Perry earned a Ph.D. in English, taught college literature and writing, produced and wrote episodic television, and has published articles, book reviews, and poetry.
In 2019, Perry was the first female writer invited to speak at the venerable Men of Mystery Event. 
Her short story, “The Kick The Bucket Tour” (Retreats from Oblivion, Journal of NoirCon) made the Distinguished Mystery Stories of 2018 list in The Best Mystery Stories 2019, Lethem, Penzler, editors. 

Jo lives in Los Angeles with her husband, novelist Thomas Perry.  They have two adult children. Their two dogs are rescues. 

Read Jo’s story, “The Kick The Bucket Tour” in Retreats from Oblivion, the journal of NoirCon.

Jo Perry’s website: http://www.authorjoperry.com/

Twitter: @joperryauthor

Instagram: @noirjoperry

Interview with Janet Roger, author of Shamus Dust

Ive got Janet Roger, author of the very good-looking novel, Shamus Dust, to talk about her book and a whole lot more. Enjoy.

Your book, Shamus Dust, set in a battered post-war London, is out on 28 October this year. What’s the story, in 30 words or less?

Pandora’s Box just got opened in the ruins, City Police has a vice killing on its hands, and a spooked councilor hires a shamus to help spare his blushes.

I love the 40s London setting. What drew you to the city and the period?

Well, thank you. Shall we start with the City? Shamus Dust is set there at Christmas 1947, when – as it still is – the City of London was the financial heart of the capital, often simply known as the Square Mile. Think of it as London’s Wall Street. In fact, it genuinely is – even now – the more or less single square mile contained inside the arc of London’s ancient Roman walls, with the Thames running along its southern boundary. What drew me, was living and working there on a couple of occasions. You can walk the whole City very easily, and if you do that you inevitably get up close to its geography and history. As for period, those early years of Cold War fascinate me in general. But in the City something very special happens. It had taken a hammering in the London blitz. Hundreds of its acres – some of the most valuable real estate on the planet – were flattened rubble. Which made it an archaeologist’s dreamland. For a few short years, digging in those blitz sites gave them unimagined access to the two-thousand years old Roman city right beneath their feet. They wasted no time. Before reconstruction got seriously under way they’d made monumental discoveries: a Roman temple, a Roman fortress on the line of the wall, even the foundations of an arena – a Roman coliseum, no less. And there was the puzzle. The discovery of the temple and the fortress made instant splash headlines. Yet London’s very own Roman coliseum – yes, there really is one – got overlooked. Seriously, it completely escaped notice for the next almost forty years. Which started me wondering what the story was…

So this Pandora’s Box is an opening of Roman treasure which sets off murder and intrigue?

It was a window opened on that lost Roman arena. In the blitzed London of the early postwar it was stumbled on in the north of the City, on a construction site close by the current (vast) Barbican development. But the window closed again, and the coliseum’s existence – it’s an arena the size of a football field – simply got overlooked (!). The mistake is explained today as just one of those things, an oversight that went unnoticed until 1988, when the archaeological record was examined again. Once rediscovered, the Roman amphitheater was excavated for more than a decade, then opened to the public in a spectacular new gallery below ground (don’t miss it on a trip to London). Shamus Dust, of course, fills out the story differently. It goes back to those Cold War years, when rebuilding the City was up for grabs and fortunes were staked on the coming construction boom. In this telling, the real estate interests include high-end racketeers as well as corrupt City grandees, who think any delay on construction will be very bad karma indeed. Cue that monumental discovery on a construction site that no-one will get to hear of. Cue the apparent vice killing that gets Shamus Dust under way. And then cue the hardboiled gumshoe who gets hired as part of the cover-up.

Shamus, in the British sense refers to a policeman. In America the term was often a derogatory term for Irish cops, and now a private detective. Who’s your shamus and what motivates him?

You just told me something about the British use of shamus that I didn’t know. There’s also a rather lovely connection to Yiddish speakers from Eastern Europe, arriving as immigrants into New York. If I can get this right, the shammes is the Synagogue’s house man – the eagle eye and the ear to the ground who’s meant to know what’s going down in the shtetl. So, when those European immigrants first came across the novel notion of a private eye, they simply reached for an equivalent (the shammes) from the old country. The question is, How Do You Say It? Near the beginning of The Big Sleep, Marlowe – Bogie himself – tells Carmen Sternwood he’s a Shahmus. On the other hand, near the end of Somewhere In the Night, Police Lieutenant Kendall (Lloyd Nolan) tells the chanteuse that her new squeeze is a Shaymus. Both films are from 1946, so you choose. Though it’s interesting that both Marlowe and the police detective have to explain that the word means private eye. As for Newman, he’s been an American in London for nigh-on twenty years, arrived in the Depression era for the chance of a job in the City. He turns insurance investigator, spends his wartime transferred to a British Army unit with his boss, tracking down military supply fraud (but that’s another story). War ended, he’s back in the City, going it alone as a gumshoe, motivated in Shamus Dust by a payday offered by a City councilor. Also motivating for him are a kingpin racketeer, some unsubtle policing, the necessary femme fatale and a temporary medical examiner who’s clearly out of his class. Which motivation wins out? It’s complicated.

Early reviewers have noted Shamus Dust’s Chandleresque hardboiled language, and you clearly love the old noir film classics. The setting and timeframe makes me think of the The Third Man. How important is the use of language to you? Do you have patience for Ellroy-style prose?

The Third Man! Well, I’m a fan of Graham Greene, love the movie and still buy a ticket anywhere it’s showing. And it’s true, the themes of Cold War rackets, displaced Americans, love and loss, are all there in Shamus Dust. Not to mention deep winter and the dark disillusion of the times. Language? A reviewer said of Shamus Dust recently, Imagine Polanski’s masterpiece, Chinatown, played out against the bomb sites and grimy alleys of a freezing 1947 London. Now, setting aside the compliment, that was interesting because Chinatown’s screenwriter is the Angeleno, Robert Towne, who says he loves what he calls Chandler’s lazy lyricism. So do I. For me, it’s the lyric prose that lifts the Marlowe stories out of the crime read and into the territory of the novel. It brings a unity and spaciousness. In a word, it lets them breathe. So yes, language is important. James Ellroy? But which James Ellroy? The one who writes The Black Dahlia, or the one sponsored by Western Union? I’m for The Black Dahlia, but prose style takes you, I think, into the bigger questions of how you write your historical fiction. I had a story set in 1947. A (subverted) Chandleresque seemed obviously suited as a way to tell it – after all, it’s when Marlowe is at his best. Now, the fact is that by now you have to historicize those years for your readers, so it won’t happen, but still, I’d love to leave them wondering when exactly in the 1940s Shamus Dust was written! You’ll know what I mean. James Ellroy is interested in just the same period I am, but sees his historical fiction very differently; language, chainsaws and all.

Is planting an American PI in London the natural thing to do? Would an English PI, in this timeframe, have stilted your rich prose? Made the tone more arch than street-level cynical?

The American shamus is a device, obviously. But as for natural or not, Americans – in and out of uniform – were everywhere in western Europe at the beginning of the Cold War. And in numbers, too. In London, Newman wouldn’t have stood out in a crowd. Some of his compatriots – Carole Landis, Richard Widmark, Orson Welles and others – were arriving there to star in British films noirs. No-one found that strange. But let’s go back to The Third Man. Trevor Howard’s terrific Major Calloway in that movie is a man cast in much the same mould as Newman (even if he is in uniform). But the problem is, I just can’t hear Shamus Dust being narrated by an Englishman of the time. English rhythms work against that Chandleresque lazy and lyrical. English cadences and manners play in the wrong key. And besides, it’s a story told from the outside. From police to racketeers, shell-shocked veteran to femme fatale, almost every character the American encounters is English. I wanted a reaction from someone who would find the English as strange and exotic then as we do now, from this distance in time. The American shamus answered the need.

You’ve talked about noir masters and the city’s they evoke: Lehane and Boston, Block and New York – are you aiming for Roger of London?

I love Roger of London. It sounds like a really swish Bond Street dress shop. Even so, I doubt it’s going to trouble Block or Lehane in the name recognition stakes. What they do in creating so powerful an image of their cities through fiction, is really remarkable; a PR agency couldn’t hope to promise as much. But truly staggering is how Simenon and Chandler have mythologized Paris and LA into a new century, for those who never heard of them just as much as for their enduring fans. These last two are not even native sons. Or is that their secret weapon? I think I might have a go with that dress shop idea.

I think of American noir as the protagonists and antagonists carrying guns, and English set noir as more knives and garrotes. Your world is as seedy as that across the pond, but how do the underworld figures threaten each other? How does the American view the English underworld?

You’re not alone in that, and it makes me wonder where the different images come from. Perhaps the English notion of gentleman-detectives leaves them thinking that in London a hit gets arranged over tea and muffins. Or perhaps Americans naturally think – since the cars are always bigger, the buildings are taller and the rich are richer – that their mob must be heavier and their cops tougher. As if a London heist is a more civilized affair, or the shakedown there is more refined. In 1947, London had an immense dockland and waterfront, a financial quarter, industry and commerce. In the early Cold War it also had severe shortages of everything (even more so than in wartime); an element of returning soldiery that didn’t fit back in; and a wave of sidearms liberated by the soldiery, who’d had six years’ familiarity with how to use them. In other words, every necessary ingredient for the rackets, as in New York, or in Los Angeles or in Chicago. When a gun is pulled in a British-made film noir of those years – many of them set in London – no-one blinks in astonishment. Likewise, many of the cops had military police experience (The Third Man’s Major Calloway is a Scotland Yard detective with a colonel’s rank in the original story). Newspapers of the day tell the same story of a dark, violent city. And after all, the mob on both sides of the Atlantic was going out to watch the same Jimmy Cagney movies. Perhaps the world’s been waiting for Shamus Dust to set the record straight.

Is Shamus Dust the beginning of a series, or a one-off? What’s next?

Not a series, but there is a sequel on the stocks. The Gumshoe’s Freestyle is set in the City of London (of course), in the summer of ’48. Those Cold War years made interesting times. Freestyle ties up some loose ends and returns to some characters from the first story. There’s even a lead-in planted near the close of Shamus Dust, though you do have to know your Chandler to spot it. I liked the idea of some passing link between events that Newman and Marlowe will never know they shared an interest in. That said, Freestyle stands on its own and takes Newman to an entirely new case. It’s been interesting deciding which characters to go back to, how fleeting or important they need to be, and of course, how to introduce them to the reader who doesn’t already know them from the earlier story.

Janet, you’ve been a great guest. Any final words?

Only to thank you for your very kind invitation, and some out-of-the-ordinary questions. I really enjoyed the back and forth.

Shamus Dust reviewed by Kirkus Reviews.

You can buy Shamus Dust from Amazons UK and US. It’s released on 28 October 2019.

I interviewed Kevin Berg over at Flash Fiction Offensive

I’ve interviewed Kevin Berg over The Flash Fiction Offensive. His new book, Ants in My Blood is available on pre-order right now (click US, UK, Canada to get involved). He writes some dark, and darkly funny, stuff.

Click HERE to read the interview. This man does a deep dive with his answers. Great stuff, as always. And thanks to Jesse Rawlins for the platform.

Here’s the Table of Contents:

Free Lunch

Remain Nameless

Meat Sack Full of Maggots

Insatiable Delusion

Pieces Forgotten

Reaching for the Sun

Killing the Other Me

Leftover Wishes

Vibrations Linger

What the Monster Taught

The Day After Pill

Hot As Hell

Cure

Firecracker

Eat Up, Cunts

Jesus Christ: Serial Killer

Voice From The Hole

Ants in My Blood

Author Interview: Beau Johnson

Beau Johnson is here to talk about his new book, The Big Machine Eats, his new short story collection featuring his character Bishop Rider. Beau’s style will pull you in. His writing is conversational, funny, and brutal.

Beau, what is The Big Machine Eats all about?

First off: Jason, thanks for having me! I’m of two minds to what The Big Machine Eats is about. On one hand, it’s about life and how it will eat you up if you let it. On the flipside, it boils down to one man, Bishop Rider, and the depravities he sets his sites on correcting. You know, Disney stuff. This is not to say this book is exclusive to Bishop Rider and friends. It is set up the same way as A BETTER KIND OF HATE, with favorites of old and adventures that are new.

What motivates Bishop to correct these depravities? Is it some depravity in himself he’s scared of?

A combination of factors contribute to Rider’s motivations. Personal loss (the murder of his mother, the rape and murder of his sister) being the inciting incident. Second would be his time in the police, and how, when he needed what he’d sworn to uphold most, he realized just how broken the system he worked for truly was.

How does he deal with the darkness?

Dismemberment, mostly. The odd hanging here and there, sure, but yeah, taking people apart, this is the thing that lets him sleep at night.

How did Bishop slip inside your head and force you to write about him?

I wish I had a clear answer for that, Jason. Looking back, I can’t really recall when Rider slipped into my life. What I can tell you is this: wasn’t until three or four stories in that I realized I had something with legs. Further still, it took me years to understand I’d already written about the men responsible for April and Maggie Rider’s deaths but had yet to connect the two. Is this a by-product of non-linear writing? I don’t know. Maybe. Either way, it happened, and once I realized my stories were connected in a way I failed to notice, this is when the damn burst. Each story involving Bishop then propelling the next one on. Different than most writers, sure, but seeing where I am now, I would not change it.

Can you sit down and Bishop Rider just flows out your fingertips like he’s possessed you, or do you procrastinate and make shapes out of the shadows before you get going?

Little from column A. Little from column B. Sometimes the story is fully formed. Sometimes it pulls me along. I can’t even say I have a favorite of the two. I do enjoy that I get to put his life to paper, though. Truly a blast whenever he pops up in my head.

Did you write The Big Machine Eats to the blast of music, or in silence?

Neither, actually, which as the book itself, is something of a rare occurrence. Long story short, I broke my collarbone last summer. It resulted in me re-watching the entirety of Friends and Lost from a lazy boy, gaining forty pounds, and writing the last half of The Big Machine Eats on my phone. As I’ve said before, I’m quite fortunate being born right handed…

Did Friends seep into the book?

Ha! No, but I ended up changing my mind in regards to a central idea that ran through the show, reversing my original belief and coming to agree with Ross on something I never thought I would—he and Rachel were, in fact, ON a break.

I really can’t remember. What’s it like writing on a phone?

With one arm? With mostly one thumb doing all the heavy lifting? It was not my favorite thing, that’s for sure. Don’t even get started on backspacing. I was crazy with the backspacing. Have I mentioned backspacing?

I counted three times. I’m not sure your mental health survived.

I’m guessing the editing process was interesting?

Nothing new there, ha, but yup, the editing process was interesting for sure. The impatience that accompanied it being the bigger bad in the end.

Sarah M. Chen said you had a ferociously twisted mind. Is it safe to approach you on a rain-lashed night to ask directions to the nearest pub?

Sarah M. Chen. She’s so nice. I have a standing dinner date with her the next time we connect at Bouchercon. As for my mind being ferociously twisted, I can safely say it is all for show and yes, please hit me up for directions on a rain slashed night. I mean, a man has to get his story ideas from somewhere, right?

The Big Machine Eats is out on a dinner date. Which book is it slurping the same strand of spaghetti with?

Oh man, great question. So many great books and authors to choose from. I have go with my man Uncle Stevie for the win, however. The Dark Tower, his Magnum Opus, in particular.

Of course. There’s a stranger to fiction at a book stand, ready to delve right in. Your book sits there among a dozen others. They like your cover, but that one to the left is also giving them come-to-me eyes. So is the one to the right. They can only take one.

Luckily, you’re passing by and feeling sociable to people you’ve never met.

What do you tell them?

I’ve been hearing good things about that one in the middle. Can’t put my finger on it, but the author, he looks very familiar as well…

Attractively challenged, but yeah, familiar.

Who is publishing the beast and when is it out?

Ha! Beast. Love it. My publisher is Down and Out Books. Commander and Chief being Eric Campbell. A man who quite literally changed my life by taking a chance on me. There are others, though, especially the ones who took the time to give The Big Machine Eats the once over even before any editor did any heaving lifting. There is the afformentioned Sarah M. Chen, Paul Heatley, Kevin Berg, Marietta Miles, Gary Duncan, Joe Clifford, and last but not least, Tom Pitts. This is on top of other chefs in the kitchen, editors being first and foremost. A writer can drop and beat or two, sometimes more, but it is truly awesome when an editor can help you make things sing. As for when I give birth: It enters the world on the 26th of November, baby! Mark your calendar! Bishop Rider Lives!

You can buy The Big Machine Eats on preorder HERE.


City of Forts

“A brilliant read that explores society and all its cracks. Jason Beech expertly balances the nostalgia of childhood adventures with the brutality of life in a very grown-up and dark town. City of Forts deserves to sit equal with the greats as a piece of entertainment and a study of modern life’s struggle”

– Aidan Thorn, author of When the Music’s Over from Fahrenheit 13 Press.

Moorlands

“This book has some serious grip. It sinks its teeth into the reader fast and hangs on. Solid throughout, visceral. Thoroughly enjoyed it.”

– D.S. Atkinson

Bullets, Teeth, & Fists

“A great collection of shorts from an author with a stellar writing style! The first and last tales are the most entertaining, serving as perfect book ends to house the others in-between. There is a lot of depth to each story, which is difficult to accomplish considering their brevity. I will be investing more of my time on Mr. Beech.”

– Shervin Jamali, author of Remember.

Bullets, Teeth, & Fists 2

I’m interviewed by Tom Leins over at his place

You can read it all here.

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