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I've been a house painter, dishwasher, broiler cook, private detective, military intelligence analyst, and I spent nearly 40 years as a reporter covering crime, 26 of them for the San Francisco Chronicle. These days I write science fiction, fantasy, horror and crime fiction, and I blog about books, films and crimes that don't receive sufficient attention from the mainstream media. I would like to be Elmore Leonard, Raymond Chandler, Ross MacDonald, Dashiell Hammett or George V. Higgins, but all of them are dead so I'll just stick with what I am already doing. . .

Saturday, July 9, 2016

No Guns, Maybe, but Plenty of Ammunition



Unloaded: Crime Writers Writing Without Guns
By Eric Beetner (editor)
366 pages
ISBN: 1943402221
 (Down & Out Books;April 18, 2016)
eBook by Amazon Digital Services LLC
ASIN: B01C0SQJWC

Eric Beetner kills me – and he doesn’t need a gun to do it, either.

Not only does he do great cover designs like the one for my book, Dead Heat with the Reaper (All Due Respect; July 2015), but he publishes one novel after another of his own, such as Roadrunners and The Year I Died Seven Times. They are all tough hardboiled stuff with a noirish edge, served up with plenty of thrills and a dash of humor.

To me, those two accomplishments are the equivalent of a pair of mortal flesh wounds by themselves. Eric has enough talent and output to make me grit my teeth with jealousy.

But what really slays me is that Beetner is also an excellent editor, as he shows with Unloaded: Crime Writers Writing Without Guns, a collection of 25 fabulous crime stories by some of the best authors in the world.

Like a lot of anthos, Unloaded has a gimmick: a whole boatload of people die in its pages, but not a single one is killed by a firearm; at least not one that is wielded directly by the story’s villain.

The weapons used for mayhem run the gamut:

A special type of ink does the dirty deed in Joe Clifford’s swell short story, “Tattoo.”  An unusual animal is the ticket in Angel Luis Colon’s creepy charmer, “The Jungles of Peekskill, New York.” Bare hands are put to use in Holly West’s “Peep Show.”

Sometimes, as in Patricia Abbott’s tale, “Stark Raving,” the murder instrument is only hinted at (though the reader goes away with the impression that a toxic substance came into play).

In at least one story – Tom Pitt’s cleverly plotted tale “Ioki and the Fat Jap: How I was recruited by the FBI” – there is no murder at all. Just a mysterious double shuffle that leaves the protagonist (and the reader) wondering who was who and what actually happened.
 
Eric Beeter: Editor of the Antho
As Beetner explains in the collection’s excellent forward, “I think a lot of things about guns, but it doesn’t stop me from writing about them . . . [Frequently] I began to feel confused about my writing. Did it glorify the use of guns? I’d say most of the movies I see have gun violence in them, from classic film noirs to modern day Hong Kong action films. And I make no apology for liking them.”

“But that’s fantasy, and so is my writing. When irresponsible gun owners cause deaths of real human beings, a line has been crossed.”

Beetner noticed other authors who use social media had the same concerns, “So I reached out and told them my idea. I wanted to put together an anthology of great crime fiction stories, the kind we all love to read and write, but leave out the guns.”

“In response, they wrote. Original, exciting crime stories with all the thrills you’ve come to love about a great outlaw story, but without the guns. I doubt anyone will even miss them.”

For example, Joe R. Lansdale’s terrific kickoff tale “The Man in the Motorized Wheelchair,” in which a decrepit ex-cop in whose mind is still as sharp as the fangs of a cottonmouth solves a murder while watching a documentary on the world’s most dangerous snakes in his three-bedroom home. No guns are fired in this ten-page yarn; the weapon was the proverbial blunt instrument.

In Grant Jerkins tale, “The Starry Night” the killer uses an incinerator for burning hospital hazardous waste.

A victim ends up with the claw peen of a carpenter’s hammer in her skull in Keith Rawson’s dark-spirited “Copper.”  Ironically, the cold-blooded killer in that one also turns out to be the hero – in a peculiarly twisted way.

In Joyce Carol Oates impressionistic “Lorelei,” a story about a woman of the evening, the murder weapon is something so familiar to every New York City resident that it might as well be invisible: an IRT train. Just remember, friends: what happens on the underground stays underground.

Not a single gun in the bunch, but Unloaded is loaded with gripping fun.

In summing up the intent of the anthology, Beetner says, “It is a sad fact that during the time it took to put this book together, more than a dozen more mass shootings took place, including killings in schools, churches and movie theaters. The problem isn’t going away on its own.”

Proceeds from the book’s sales are being donated to States United to Prevent Gun Violence, but you should buy the collection regardless of the charitable intent.

It’s just that good.


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