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A young man named Junior with a wife and kid are hunting down the men he believed murdered his sadistic father. But the real killer may be closer than he could imagine. A rough and tumble women in New Zealand shears sheep and arm-wrestles on the side. I'm not sure about what else happens.
It's still a great story. A private detective is hired to find a missing woman who may be living in a caravan mobile home for us yanks; the story takes place in the UK. A burial neatly captures the mood of the story: Shortly after that realization it becomes clear that he won't even be Richie Cunningham. And, so, then, he has to make a choice. Will he be Ralph Malph or Potsie Weber? But the idle man sitting in front is there to enjoy the movies and is in no mood to deal with loud chumps.
One for those of us who've had to endure audience participation one time too many. An old man with an advanced case of senility has locked himself in a backyard fallout shelter with his wheelchair-bound wife. The police and his daughter are trying to talk him out, but he's lost the ability to identify objects directly. What he's planned is far worse than anyone imagines. You're never quite sure if the effects of the lead character's thefts are real or a product of his own imagination. Another side of the gentleman thief so beloved in European fiction.
It's one of the shorter works in here, but still effective.
Two boobs are hired by a Mr. Big in the hinterland to take out one Frank Murray. But they get the wrong Frank Murray and now Mr. Big has a problem on his hands.
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They decide to dispose of the unwanted body in a cemetery, but things go from bad to worse. In "Surf Rider", by Ian Ayris, a couple of Brits decide to steal a valuable surf board from a homeless surfer. The surfer hasn't been right in the head for years too many drugs , but the board is the one thing he holds dear. And he'll defend it to the death.
A small time thug is trying to run from a hit man with the power of death. Just when you think it's over the story turns into a martial arts duel straight out of a 70's Shaw Brothers movie. This one would make a good anime subject. But what saves it from being another revenge number is the final confrontation with the one older reporter the assailant did admire. I see in the bio that "Chris Rhatigan made it out of the newspaper industry alive".
A gangster is in love with the sister of his boss. His boss is a dangerous man. A hold-up man is talked into taking along a relative by his sister. But his new sidekick is an incompetent oaf who may get them both arrested. And the hold-up man needs the money for medical treatment. Time is running out for both of them. A man is duped into stealing a statue of the Jaguar god from a museum. However, the gods of the jungle are not known to deal with sacrilege lightly. How someone could tell a sweet story like "The Little Piggy", when it involves a foot fetish, is beyond me.
But Hilary Davidson manages to do it and for that I am impressed. Did I mention it also involves gangsters? More fetish material emerges from "Comanche", by Jason Duke. It's a viscous tale of a mobster who likes to abuse his wife. His wife has another plan, involving the mobster's fortune, and a boyfriend her husband doesn't know about. More gangsters become involved in "Misirlou" by Jimmy Callaway. A Greek restaurateur known as "Cheeseburger" is murdered by persons unknown. The numbers runner he worked for brings in "Funk" to find the culprit and sends him off with two of his men.
In an amusing scene, Funk tells the other gunsels they are playing a game of Dungeons and Dragons and "another adventure in an open-ended campaign". A keeper in a secret prison takes a liking to a prisoner just before the torturer comes to do his business. Another one for "The Road to Hell Paved" category. All stories of exceptional quality which will keep you turning to the next page. If nothing else, Pulp Ink demonstrates the high caliber of writers working in the new "pulp" field. PULP INK is probably the short story bargain of the year so far, if you consider sheer volume of stories as well as the quality of those stories.
More than three-fourths are downright brilliant. But you know, it was bound to be great, wasn't it? Look at the editors: Nigel Bird and Chris Rhatigan. Two fellas who know a thing or two about what makes good stories work, yeah? The connecting theme to PULP INK has something to do with the film "Pulp Fiction"--there are allusions to the movie here and there, and several story titles are tied directly to it.
These are all writers who aren't going to be constrained by the likes of Tarantino, man. Don't get me wrong; I like "Pulp Fiction" as well as anyone does, but if you wanna compare Tarantino's vision with the visions conjured by the writers in this anthology, well Tarantino is left in the dust. I was ready to do a little bit on each story in this collection that impressed me, but honestly, man, it was damn near every one of them.
You've got Reed Farrell Coleman.
Patricia Abbott, Paul D. Honestly, it's pointless for me to list each writer in PULP INK who turns in a killer story, because what it comes down to is a sort of "who's who" of immense genre talents. It doesn't matter if you don't dig Tarantino. Presumably this creates a conflict of interest in any attempt on my part to review it. I say, and hah, again! I'd say something stronger, but I save those words for my stories and close friends.
Sure, this means I'm not likely to say bad things about the anthology. In fact, you can strap me to a lie detector and test my veracity: There are some exceptionally fine stories in this collection. Were that not the case, I would go to some lengths to pretend I had no part in this whole scheme, instead of parading the fact that I got a story placed in the same book as -- ahem! As Reed Farrel Coleman. Not to mention a host of other excellent writers whose names are not yet so well-known.
I'm not going to beat you over the head with details on each and every story. There are 24 of them, for crying out loud, and I can't sit here holding your hand all day long. So these are my very most ultra-favorites in this collection. I've already said it in other places around the 'Net, and it bears repeating: This is a terrific story: The protagonist, an enforcer type, is on the hunt for Zed, to do a little, uh, enforcing.
But everyone says Zed is dead. Everyone has a reason to lie, too. But it isn't really enforcement until someone loses a finger, is it? This one will have you grinning wickedly and will make your thumbs ache. And not because you're using an e-reader with poor page-turning features. Oh, the lengths little Masie will go to prove to her love for young Billy. May lightning strike her down if she's lying. Nobody does personality disorders quite like Guthrie. Scary good with that, he is. Nina's baby is near to saying his first word.
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Nina's husband is near to killing his fourth man in this perfect tale of revenge and genetic redemption. Possibly my favorite of all of Matthew's stories, and that's saying something: This guy has a Spinetingler win under his blotter. You can have a good laugh with Rosie. You just can't laugh at her.
This one has a sad, skewed feel, and is written in Bird's signature style of short, brisk strokes that imply more than they say.
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A hostage stand-off in which a WWI bomb expert threatens to take out himself and the missus. What kind of killer puts the police negotiator on hold while he sees to the teakettle? For anyone who thought Cranmer's best work was the Western tales done under his Edward A. Grainger pseudonym, have another think while I just go and check that bloody teakettle. Here's a story Rod Serling would have jumped all over for his Twilight Zone series. Every time Gregory's beautiful and beloved wife goes on a business trip, Greg indulges in a little criminal activity.
And each time he does, his wife comes home with a new and bigger flaw in her looks. But that can't have anything to do with his bad behavior. A reporter writes himself into a corner. Then illustrates his stories with a shotgun. This may be the one time he doesn't really want to make headlines, but it's a little too late to do the 'write' thing now. A foot massage can go too far. Especially when it doesn't go far enough. Willie has the world's worst job, with the worst co-worker. And the most dangerous of employers. After all these years, why would he risk their wrath now.?
But his new sidekick is an incompetent oaf who may get them both arrested. And the hold-up man needs the money for medical treatment. Time is running out for both of them. A man is duped into stealing a statue of the Jaguar god from a museum. However, the gods of the jungle are not known to deal with sacrilege lightly. How someone could tell a sweet story like "The Little Piggy", when it involves a foot fetish, is beyond me. But Hilary Davidson manages to do it and for that I am impressed. Did I mention it also involves gangsters? More fetish material emerges from "Comanche", by Jason Duke.
It's a viscous tale of a mobster who likes to abuse his wife. His wife has another plan, involving the mobster's fortune, and a boyfriend her husband doesn't know about. More gangsters become involved in "Misirlou" by Jimmy Callaway. A Greek restaurateur known as "Cheeseburger" is murdered by persons unknown. The numbers runner he worked for brings in "Funk" to find the culprit and sends him off with two of his men.
In an amusing scene, Funk tells the other gunsels they are playing a game of Dungeons and Dragons and "another adventure in an open-ended campaign". A keeper in a secret prison takes a liking to a prisoner just before the torturer comes to do his business. Another one for "The Road to Hell Paved" category. All stories of exceptional quality which will keep you turning to the next page.
If nothing else, Pulp Ink demonstrates the high caliber of writers working in the new "pulp" field. I first picked up this collection after hearing so many good things about it and you know what? They are all true. Anthologies can be hit and miss, especially ones that "specialise" in a genre - not so with Pulp Ink.
I won't go through all the stories but suffice to say that every author brought something different to the table - revenge, sex, hitmen, greed and money. Some of the stories were told from differing POV - the criminal, the hired gun, the victim Certainly a collection that deserves I first picked up this collection after hearing so many good things about it and you know what?
Certainly a collection that deserves its time in your collection. Sep 05, Darren Sant rated it it was amazing. It was obvious to me by the time I had read the first three or four stories of this anthology that I had a problem. Writing an effective review of Pulp Ink would be like trying to clean the Humber Bridge with a toothbrush. Quite simple because each story is like a sparking gem in the mud that is the e-book market.
This anthology shone so brightly to me that I felt I had to wear shades when reading it. The editors deserve great credit for putting together such a fine collection. This is up t It was obvious to me by the time I had read the first three or four stories of this anthology that I had a problem.
This is up there with the best of them and possibly my most enjoyable read this year. Anyone who regularly reads my reviews knows that I am not a critic. I write positive reviews. I know what I like and I read what I enjoy. However, I am having to rein myself in from gushing like a school girl in the presence of a boy band.
This anthology is THAT good. I very early on decided that I would say a little something about each of the stories.
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I felt that I owed it to the authors of this collection to say at least at little something about each of these excellent stories. So here it is: Requiem for Spider by Reed Farrel Coleman A hugely enjoyable hard boiled tale with humour entwined within its very soul. Witty from the start, wise cracking and multi-layered. A great setting and a fantastic ending. This tale screamed across my synapses in cinematic high definition. A story of justice done told only the way AJ can. The Creation of Ice by Sandra Seamans You are plunging straight into the desperate end game as a cold hearted killer tries to charm her way out of the clutches of the law.
Beetner pulls no punches in this bloody tale with a surprising ending. Laced with delicious atmosphere, the air hangs heavy with menace and the threat of violence. Brazill Another great story in another fantastic seedy setting. Stuffed to bursting with vintage Paul D. Brazill wit and humour. His PI Peter Ord never disappoints. A Night at the Royale by Chris F. Holm A story that is pregnant with an air of menace.
However, you find yourself with no sympathy at all for Mr. An outstanding and clever ending. Clouds in a Bunker by David Cranmer A sad little tale that injects humour into a difficult subject. The author does so much with so few words. Steinbeck is smiling from the great beyond at the tribute. He takes us through the doors of perception and shows us the darkness within.
The Slicers' Serenade of Steel by Gary Philips A story that started one way then went off at a fantastic action packed tangent. Great pace and wit throughout. A brilliantly woven tale told at a fast tense pace. Threshold Woman by Richard Godwin A beautifully descriptive and erotic tale of our desire to quench forbidden thirsts. Redlining by Jim Harrington A little impatience leads to a dark deed and a gritty ending. Jungle Boogie by Kate Horsley A tale filled laden and heavy with the threat of impending doom.
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Comanche by Jason Duke Revenge served in a suitable fashion. Some great descriptive lines in this one. Sep 01, Elizabeth A. Edited by Nigel Bird and Chris Rhatigan, Pulp Ink is a blistering collection of 24 deliciously dark tales, each inspired by a song from the Pulp Fiction movie soundtrack. Murder and madness, sex and seduction, revenge and redemption, Pulp Ink has a little bit of everything going on. A few of my favorites: With their infant son in tow, Junior and his wife, Nina, travel the country in Matthew C.
His wife in full-blown dementia, WWI Veteran Ian decides to take her, hole up in their bomb shelter, and go out on their own terms when his own diagnosis of dementia threatens to tear the couple apart. Not convinced the old man is capable of actually causing harm to himself or his wife — he keeps interrupting negotiations to check the teakettle for goodness sake — the police find the situation more annoying than threatening.
Cranmer gives both the police and the reader quite the eye-opener. Feb 22, Heath Lowrance rated it it was amazing. PULP INK is probably the short story bargain of the year so far, if you consider sheer volume of stories as well as the quality of those stories. More than three-fourths are downright brilliant. But you know, it was bound to be great, wasn't it?
Look at the editors: Nigel Bird and Chris Rhatigan. Two fellas who know a thing or two about what makes good stories work, yeah? The connecting theme to PULP INK has something to do with the film "Pulp Fiction"--there are allusions to the movie here and there, and several story titles are tied directly to it.
These are all writers who aren't going to be constrained by the likes of Tarantino, man. Don't get me wrong; I like "Pulp Fiction" as well as anyone does, but if you wanna compare Tarantino's vision with the visions conjured by the writers in this anthology, well Tarantino is left in the dust.
I was ready to do a little bit on each story in this collection that impressed me, but honestly, man, it was damn near every one of them. You've got Reed Farrell Coleman. Patricia Abbott, Paul D. Honestly, it's pointless for me to list each writer in PULP INK who turns in a killer story, because what it comes down to is a sort of "who's who" of immense genre talents. It doesn't matter if you don't dig Tarantino.
Jun 30, Shara rated it did not like it Shelves: I found this book to be boring. The short stories started in what seems like the middle of what was going on, so it didn't make sense. I want to know, who is this guy? It just felt like most of the stories were like this and they didn't feel complete. I even struggle I found this book to be boring. I even struggled to get that far. Jun 13, A Reader's Heaven rated it liked it Shelves: Certainly a collection that 3. I enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I would. Given that it's a who's who of underground crime fiction, the stories range from decent to really twisted and haunting.
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Funk for unforgettably stories and to Nigel Bird and Chris Rhatigan who edited it and put some great stories of their own. But that Cranmer story? May 15, K. Laity rated it it was amazing. Terrific efforts all around, some of surprising gruesomeness and hilarity, too. But no clunkers -- for a slightly gimmicky conceit to kick things off, the writers have picked up the threads and run far. Jun 26, Rory Costello rated it really liked it. The hit ratio here was very high. Even the stories that I found to be a little wide of the mark were never less than intriguing.
The ones that I enjoyed the most -- especially Naomi Johnson's -- pulled off the difficult feat of blending action and humor. However, each author here has his or her own voice, and it adds up to a very satisfying medley. Aug 05, John Brooke rated it it was amazing Shelves: This book is packed with dynamite, short thought provoking stories with punches to the gut. This collection of stories is so damn good that I am compelled to read this book again, and maybe again, sort of every so often for the rest of my life. A classic collection of the collective consciousness.