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Hard Shelled Detective Fiction by Edward Piercy

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"I would never shoot a cat. Unless they really had it coming to 'em."

-- "All My Todays"



It was a long, dark, quiet drive back to Los Angeles.

-- from That Killer Smile



SHORT STORIES:

"Those Songs We Sing to Ourselves" -- NEW!
"Remember Me"
"Hello, Robert"
"All My Todays"
"The Salesman"
"It's a Dog's Life"


NOVELS:

That Killer Smile (Complete Novella).


Click on the book cover to go to the novel.


HISTORICAL:

Nick Carter: The Crime of the French Cafe (Anon/Piercy)

COVER ART MINI-STORIES:

As a service to my readers who might only have about two minutes
between Point A and Point B, I decided to post humorous bits using
the covers of old pulp magazines. Here's the link.

The Complete Cover Art Mini-Stories

REVIEWS:

Hollywood Confidential (Movie Review) -- NEW!
Margin for Murder (Movie Review)
The Proposal (Movie Review)
Best Detective Movies
Kiss Me, Deadly (Movie Review)
Attack of the Sabretooth (Movie Review)
Savior (Movie Review).
Bare Trap by Frank Kane (Book Review).
I, the Jury by Mickey Spillane (Review-Essay).
DaVinci's Inquest (TV Series Review).
The Snarl of the Beast by Carroll John Daly (Book Review).
Poisons Unknown by Frank Kane (Book Review).
V. I. Warshawski (Movie Review).

MISCELLANEOUS:

CSI: Noir
Survivor China Episode 2 (Parody)
The Jungle Book Revisited (Parody)
The Black Dahlia Revisted (Parody)
The Nazi Bastard Diaries
Einstein On Lunch (Tiny Tale #1)
Robespierre's Doll (Tiny Tale #2)
The White Book (Tiny Tale #3)
Curse of the Body Snatchers (Tiny Tale #4)
Bruce's Enormous Penis (Tiny Tale #5)
Red Rock (Tiny Tale #6)
The Gentlemen's Club (Tiny Tale #7) -- NEW!
Barbershop Quartet #1
Barbershop Quartet #2
Barbershop Quartet #3
Barbershop Quartet #4

Check out what you've missed in the Archive.

Plus: Turtle Live Cam! (North Carolina (UTC -5) daylight hours)

JULY UPDATE:

Well after the sadness associated with the one year anniversary
of my dog Baron's death, July opens out in happiness with the
one year birthday of my new dog Sasha. I have a birthday party
planned for her with her two dachshund friends Annabelle and Lexie
upstairs. So I'll be doing a post on that when it happens. As far
as other news I'm using the new Blackberry about 10X more than I
thought I would when I bought it. So I'm glad I got the Unlimited
Plan. :D This 4th of July is looking like it will be a good one.
I have a few minor plans, nothing of much consequence but things
which will let me get out of my normal rut for a while. And those
things might result in a few posts also. In fact more and more it
seems that I come here to blog my life -- the Four Seasons tag is
getting used quite a bit these days. But while it's not exactly
that I thought of using my blog that way from the beginning, it
does seem strangely appropriate these days. Write the walls. Seal
the tomb.
Anyway, have a great month folks and enjoy the holidays.

Best wishes to all,
Edward Piercy



That I have made all transformations
According to the dictates of my heart
In all places that have desired my ka



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P.M.P.I. Theme Music





To play the music, click on George or Glenn's picture.

(Please be patient. It will take a minute to connect with your media player.)


George Friedrich Handel
Suite in D minor HWV 447
Courante
Artist: Keith Jarrett
Format (MP3) / Timing (02:31)

Light and dark combined.



J.S. Bach
Partita in G Major BWV 829
Praeambulum
Artist: Glenn Gould
Format (MP3) / Timing (01:47)

Now playing in a galaxy near you...





Didn't know where to put this map, so I'm putting it here.


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P to QP4





"The first recorded instance of the Queen's Pawn opening
was in 1757, when the Compte de Renais used it in a match
against King Louis XV after a night of drunken debauchery
with his favorite mistress, Claudia. In 1896 the famous
grandmaster Oliver Hyde-Dingleberry used P to Q4 as his
opening in the initial game against Werner Kasle von Stasburg
while suffering from the lingering effects of the Malaria he
picked up in Africa, which caused his vision to become blurred
to the extent that he could not clearly see the pieces on the
board. Strangely, exactly the same thing occurred in 1905 when
Robert Addams used the identical opening after his own bout
of Malaria. Following that incident, chess masters tended to
stay away from Africa."

-- Edmund Pierce, The Complete Book of Bad Chess Openings.



Ranking very high on my List Of Questions I Hate To Be Asked is -- "Do you
play chess?"

After a few seconds spent experiencing an inner cringing sensation
accompanied by an external closing of the eyelids and the gritting of
teeth I always answer "Yes, I know how to play chess. But I suck at
it."

Chess is a game that requires a good amount of study before a player
can play it well. Even the wiz-bang 8 year old prodigies still have to
go through the great games of the masters and pay their dues. Way back
in the 70s and in college I put some time into learning the game. But
my final decision after many months was that it was just not worth the
study. There were other things that were far less nerve-wracking and
way more fun. Like hanging out with Mia Schreiber. Oh yeah, now there
was an enjoyable use of time.

"Chess is life" you sometimes hear, or perhaps "Life is like chess."
Uh, no, it isn't. Chess is a board game played with pieces called
Knights and Rooks and played according to a fixed system of rules.
Contrary to life, which is a fundamental mystery and which has no
rules.

You also hear that chess trains the mind and helps one to think better.
Really? Yeah, perhaps that explains why chess masters tend to be
crazy as loons.

In fact I think that in terms of improving one's mind that a pretty
good case could be made for the reverse, that chess is a game which
addicts the mind and takes away from the pursuit of other, more
valuable activities. And if it is logic that you want to learn then
it is better reading through a few books on symbolic logic than to
spend way more time learning to think clearly through chess.

If you want to know about life, read through Shakespeare.

If you want to know about strategy, read history.

And if you want to have fun playing a game, play Go Fish.

"You got any eights?"



One of reasons I didn't spend much
time with chess in college.




Anne Sexton: 2 Poems



Anne Sexton.


Well if I only put up poetry during National Poetry Month there
certainly wouldn't be much poetry on this blog. So here are two
poems from Anne Sexton's book All My Pretty Ones (1962).



IN THE DEEP MUSEUM


My God, my God, what queer corner am I in?
Didn't I die, blood running down the post,
lungs gaping for air, die there for the sin
of anyone, my sour mouth giving up the ghost?
Surely my body is done? Surely I died?
And yet, I know, I'm here. What place is this?
Cold and queer, I sting with life. I lied.
Yes, I lied. Or else in some damned cowardice
my body would not give me up. I touch
fine cloth with my hands and my cheeks are cold.
If this is hell, then hell could not be much,
neither as special nor as ugly as I was told.

What's that I hear, snuffling and pawing its way
toward me? Its tongue knocks a pebble out of place
as it slides in, a sovereign. How can I pray?
It is panting; it is an odor with a face
like the skin of a donkey. It laps my sores.
It is hurt, I think, as I touch its little head.
It bleeds. I have forgiven murderers and whores
and now I must wait like old Jonah, not dead
nor alive, stroking a clumsy animal. A rat.
His teeth test me; he waits like a good cook,
knowing his own ground. I forgive him that,
as I forgave my Judas the money he took.

Now I hold his soft red sore to my lips
as his brothers crowd in, hairy angels who take
my gift. My ankles are a flute. I lose hips
and wrists. For three days, for love's sake,
I bless this other death. Oh, not in air --
in dirt. Under the rotting veins of its roots,
under the markets, under the sheep bed where
the hill is food, under the slippery fruits
of the vineyard, I go. Unto the bellies and jaws
of rats I commit my prophecy and fear.
Far below The Cross, I correct its flaws.
We have kept the miracle. I will not be here.



A CURSE AGAINST ELEGIES


Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
so leave them alone.
Take your foot out of the graveyard,
they are busy being dead.

Everyone was always to blame:
the last empty fifth of booze,
the rusty nails and chicken feathers
that stuck in the mud on the back doorstep,
the worms that lived under the cat's ear
and the thin-lipped preacher
who refused to call
except once on a flea-ridden day
when he came scuffing in through the yard
looking for a scapegoat.
I hid in the kitchen under the ragbag.

I refuse to remember the dead.
And the dead are bored with the whole thing.
But you -- you go ahead,
go on, go on back down
into the graveyard,
lie down where you think their faces are;
talk back to your old bad dreams.



Internet Junk Drawer 9



I have been getting perilously low on memory on
my laptop lately. I went through and deleted all
the programs and files that I reasonably thought
I could, but that only lasted so long. As a result
I had no choice but to transfer 24 file folders,
mostly containing images that I got off the internet,
over to the external drive I used when I transferred
files from my desktop.

All that was left to do then was to delete the
files on the laptop to free up some memory. But
before I did that I decided to go through and
cull some photos from the folders for a Junk
Drawer post.

When all you got is lemons you make lemonade, yeah?



A very hot photo of Marguerite Churchill, 1933.




The young Diana Rigg (aka "Mrs. Peel").




Farah Fawcett hanging ten.




Must be with "The Mongrels" biker club.




A curious cat. A little too curious.




No comment.




Don't even ask!




The great bluegrass banjo player Earl Scruggs.




Kirsten Dunst seeing what develops in
Crazy / Beautiful.




Paris Hilton in Dubai.

I think she looks very nice in this one.

In Dubai, Paris is probably considered
to be a poor person.




Marilyn Monroe in the subway.

I love this photo, with the guy turning
in the distance.




Natalie Portman as MM in The Professional.




Natalie again.

(This one for Allan.)




Miranda Richardson.

I love ginger bread!




From a film festival in Seattle.




A Belgian Egyptologist, date unknown.




Temple of Edfu, Egypt, date unknown.




Kangaroos at the pyramids? Sure, why not.

World War One has come and gone. The pyramids
are still there.




A statue of the great geologist Louis Agassiz
fallen off a building at Stanford during the
great earthquake of 1906.




Photographer Ansel Adams and Virginia Best
getting married, 1928.

"I believe in beauty. I believe in stones and
water, air and soil, people and their future and
their fate." (A. Adams)




A beautiful photo by Nina Leen that appeared
in Life magazine in 1949.




As is the custom, we conclude with a sleazy
photo of some actress or celebrity. Here it
is Natalie Portman again, talking on the
phone and...well, jeez, I don't know what
she's doing.



Pimp My Phone

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In the tradition of Pimp My Ride and Trick My Truck, I decided to
get down and pimp my Blackberry a bit.

Originally I had thought that I wasn't going to mess with the thing.
Keep all the defaults, no additional apps, keep the native Blackberry
screen theme. In other words, mess with it as little as possible.

But that lasted about till the next tide came in. And so when my new
rubberized skin arrived for the phone that was the perfect excuse to
change some things. And so I decided to do a Pop Art, Andy Warhol type
theme.

You can see the result above. A bit gaudy, but it wouldn't be Pop Art
if it weren't a bit toward the gaudy side. I might not be finished with
the whole pimping process yet. But for now I'm happy with it. One thing
is for sure, the thing doesn't scream out "Old fart's phone" like a
couple of other ideas I had.



And by the way, I apologize for the quality of the photo. I'm not an
advertising photographer. Or any type of photographer really. And I
also missed the fact that the skin had slipped a bit on the bottom. And
that the screen needed to be wiped off a bit. And the color balance is
off just a tad -- the skin is a deeper color than that, more of a wine
red. And of course then there's the glare. Jeez. It looks better in person.



Debbie and Bill

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I was saving this photo of singer Debbie Harry
and writer William S. Burroughs for one of my
Internet Junk Drawer posts. But I decided it
deserved a post of its own.


I don't have any documentation on the photo
but from the backdrop I would place it at
about the time of Eat to the Beat (1979).






"The Hardest Part"

(Just click on the pic to watch the vid on youTube.)

(not available on mobile)



Fireworks





Well, it's the 4th of July.


So break out the beer and the fried chicken
and the fireworks and the redheads and have
a great holiday weekend!