Robert E. Howard, Shadows in Zamboula
I think I’m going to start talking like this.
The inaugural Noir at the Bar PDX at Beulahland was wonderful. A large, enthusiastic audience, and fine performances. Though it was Portland, there were no sensitive people with large glasses and tight cardigans reading about their hurt feelings. It was wholesome family entertainment, if you happened to be in the Manson family.
I recited from memory a chapter from How Do You Like Your Blue Eyed Boy? in which the protagonist sucks out the eye of a neo-Nazi who’s trying to rape him.
Chris La Tray traveled from Missoula, Montana, and delivered in style. Greg Rucka lived up to the legend that is Greg Rucka. Lisa Alber is a talent to be reckoned with. Roger Hobbs had woken up that morning to find his first novel the recipient of multiple awards, and he showed why. Johnny Shaw was so funny that I - literally - cried with laughter. During his set, as Greg Rucka and I cracked up, I nudged Rucka and pointed to my face, which was wet with tears. My stomach is still sore from laughing.
Be there or be ordinary.
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Love Is the Law by Nick Mamatas
The Secret Lives of Married Women by Elissa Wald
Explore Everything by Bradley Garrett
Martyrs and Holymen by Larry Fondation
His Father’s Son by Tony Black
The Point by Gerard Brennan
Zen Confidential by Shozan Jack Haubner
Apparitions by Miyuki Miyabe
Joyland by Stephen King