I got bored with reading fiction in October, so I read about fiction instead.
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I got bored with reading fiction in October, so I read about fiction instead.
There are two kinds of people in publishing: 1) James Patterson and 2) desperate loons. This books will reveal to you which one you are.
This is pure, unadulterated Keaton to feed your addiction. But like heroin, it may or may not be the right place to start.
Scalped was awesome. Perhaps not the most progressive portrayal of first nations, but a layered and nuanced one nonetheless.
I popped my Sylvia Plath and Lana Del Rey cherry at the same time and it was fun.
If you’re tired of your same old nightmares, this book will give you fresh ones.
Finally a tough guy mystery that doesn’t feel formulaic and derivative.
If you’ve read Laird Barron stories and are on the fence about his debut novel, don’t be. It’s awesome.
Lost Films is a fine spiritual sequel to Lost Signals, headlined by terrifying tales from David James Keaton, Leigh Harlen, Bob Pastorella and Andew Novak. Another fine PMMP release.
I have notoriously little patience for fantasy novels and, unfortunately, this one wasn’t so different.
Ed McBain was the master of throwaway thrills and The Mugger doesn’t disappoint.
Dr. Peterson is not an alt-right ideologue or the paragon of reasonable left he claims to be. He’s an interesting and complicated in-between.
The best Travis McGee novel since the original, if you ask me. It treads a lot of new ground.
Ross MacDonald was undeniably talented, but was he really a mystery novelist?
In the glory years of world-weary private detectives, there was this dude writing about a bunch of cops.
The fourth Travis McGee novel is somewhat of a curve ball. It’s one of these books you need to be already into the character to appreciate.
The Cool & Lam mysteries aren’t exactly elating, but they’re a reliable form of entertainment.
Erle Stanley Gardner was once the best-selling American author. Why have we forgotten all about him?
