Vic Valentine: Lounge Lizard for Hire by Will Viharo

(pb; 2018: eighth book in the Vic Valentine series)

From the back cover

“My Voodoo Valentine? Vic Valentine has finally retired from the private eye racket. And since his beautiful, new bi-sexual, black belt-burlesque-dancer bride, Ava Margarita Valentina Valdez Valentine, who may also be a witch or a vampire or both, has a mysterious and possibly nefarious source of seemingly endless wealth, he no longer walks dogs for income, either. Vic is finally living the life of his wildest dreams! Until the Universe sucker-punches him yet again, and it suddenly melts into a noir nightmare. . .

“First a Yakuza hitman from Mrs.Valentine’s past shows up in Seattle with a score to settle. She conjures demons from another dimension to not only protect them, but to spice up their sex life (or hers, anyway). The ghost of Vic’s dead friend Doc Schlock still haunts him, literally. His old pal Ivar the sailor statue starts talking, and walking. And then there’s the doppelganger of a young Vic suddenly popping up here and there around town, setting Vic up for a showdown with his younger self.

“But no matter what happens next, the show must go on.”

Review

Fans of David Lynch, werewolves, Mexican wrestling films, vampires, yakuza flicks, actor Christian Slater and hypersexual violence may find themselves reveling in this surrealistic tale, where one reality swirls into another what-the-FRELL alternate reality, sucking readers further into Vic’s headworlds, imagined or real.

This is an excellent, gory, sexually explicit neo-psychedelic pulp novel, much like its predecessor, Vic Valentine: International Man of Misery, although Lounge ups the crazy what-is-real ante to the triple nth degree. While this works as a standalone story, readers familiar with previous Vic Valentine works (starting with Love Stories Are Too Violent For Me) might enjoy Lounge more, as Viharo spin-cycles through a lot of the characters, elements, storylines and themes that formed the first seven books in this series and other books penned by this distinctive, consistently fascinating author. 

Followed by Vic Valentine: Space Cadet.

The Big Blow by Joe R. Lansdale

(hb; 2000: novella)

From the inside flap

“Galveston, 1900.

“Local fighter, future legend, Jack Johnson versus a professional street fighter brough in to put the black upstart in his place.

“Galveston, 1900.

“Whorehouses, gambling, racial tension, the intersection between myth, history, legend and reality.

“Galveston, 1900.

“The hurricane of the century is coming to destroy it all.”

Review

Lansdale’s stripped-to-the-bone, perverse and violent tale is─for this reader, anyway─a perfect read. Lansdale deftly sketches out his characters’ actions and motivations,  and the results when these characters collide. When Mother Nature, in the form of a hurricane, hits the shore, Blow becomes  a darker, headier brew of the aforementioned bluntly stated elements and characterization. This is one of my all-time favorite books, not for those who require pretty, drawn-out and pleasant stories.

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According to a May 31, 2018 deadline.com article, Reinaldo Marcus Green is preparing to direct the forthcoming film, scripted by Oren Moverman. 

White American Youth by Christian Picciolini

(pb; 2017: memoir)

From the inside flap

“As he stumbled through high school, struggling to find a community among other fans of punk rock music, Christian Picciolini was recruited by a now notorious white-power skinhead leader and encouraged to fight with the movement to ‘protect the white race from extinction.’ Soon, he had become an expert in racial philosophies, a terror who roamed the neighborhood, quick to throw fists. When his mentor was arrested and sentenced to eleven years in prison, sixteen-year-old Picciolini took over the man’s role as the leader of an infamous neo-Nazi skinhead group.

“Seduced by the power he accrued through intimidation, andswept up in the rhetoric he had adopted, Picciolini worked to grow an army of extremists. He used music as a recruitment tool, launching his own propaganda band that performed at white-power rallies around the world. But slowly, as he started a family of his own and a job that for the first time brought him face to face with people of walks of life, he began to recognize the cracks in his hateful ideology. Then a shocking loss at the hands of racial violence changed his life. . . and Picciolini realized too late the full extent of the harm he’d caused.”

Review

Picciolini’s chronicled journey from lonely boy to violent racialist leader to reformed, mature man is engaging, tight and hard to set down─even at its darkest, White is a humane, timely and gripping take on the point of view of a (former) white-power agitator, who escaped his almost-certain destruction before it almost engulfed him. This is an excellent memoir, one of my favorite books read this year.

Star Wars: Thrawn by Timothy Zahn

(hb; 2017: direct prequel to Star Wars: Thrawn─Alliance)

From the inside flap

“. . . [Grand Admiral] Thrawn’s origins and the story of his rise in the Imperial ranks have remained mysterious. Now, in Star Wars: Thrawn, Timothy Zahn chronicles the fateful events that launched the blue-skinned, red-eyed master of military strategy and lethal warfare into the highest realm of power─and infamy.

           

“After Thrawn is rescued from exile by Imperial soldiers, his deadly ingenuity and keen tactical abilities swiftly capture the attention of Emperor Palpatine. And just as quickly, Thrawn proves to be as indispensable to the Empire as he is ambitious; as devoted as its most loyal servant, Darth Vader; and a brilliant warrior never to be underestimated. On missions to rout smugglers,  snare spies, and defeat pirates, he triumphs time and again─even as his renegade methods infuriate superiors while inspiring even greater admiration from the Empire. As one promotion follows another in his rapid ascension to greater power, he schools his trusted aide, Ensign Eli Vanto, in the arts of combat and leadership, and the secrets of claiming victory. But even though Thrawn dominates the battlefield, he ahs much to learn in the arena of politics, where the ruthless administrator Arhinda Pryce holds the power to be a potent ally or a brutal enemy.

           

“All these lessons will be put to the ultimate test when Thrawn rises to admiral and must pit all the knowledge, instincts, and battle forces at his command against an insurgent uprising that threatens not only innocent lives but also the Empire’s grip on the galaxy─and his own carefully laid plans for future ascendancy.”

Review

Thrawn is a good, fun and often-thrilling novel with interesting characters and their strangely heartwarming or edgy interactions. Zahn shows Thrawn’s steady and unusual rise through Imperial ranks─he gains power by helping those around him, even his enemies (who later may be of use to him) as he, with his Sherlock Holmesian eye for detail and hard-edged charm, moves upward.

Of course, this being Star Wars, there are familiar characters─Palpatine, etc.─as well as starship and blaster battles, Jedi awareness and other franchise elements. This is a good read, one worth checking out. What makes Thrawn stand out from other series novels is how different and interesting its titular character is. Followed by a direct sequel, Star Wars: Thrawn─Alliance.)

Side-note: According to Wikipedia, Thrawn “covers several years between Thrawn’s ‘first encounter’ with the Empire and the events of the third season of the 2014─? animated Disney show Star Wars: Rebels.”

Rogue Cop by William P. McGivern

(hb; 1954)

From the inside flap

“The story of a good cop who was caught in the numbers racket.”

Review

Rogue is another tough-guy-with-a-good-heart tale, told in a taut, raw and unflinching way. When Mike Carmody’s brother─a fellow cop, who is not on the take─is targeted by a mobster (Bill Ackerman) who pays for Mike’s dirty deeds, Mike must figure out a way to save his brother, as well as himself. Of course, there is a fair amount of fist fighting, tense one-liners and gunplay, even as McGivern underscores this fast, short action play with humanity and the silver lining of grace. This is an excellent, burn-though read, one worth owning.

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The resulting film was released stateside on June 17, 1955. It was directed by Roy Rowland, from a screenplay by Sydney Boehm.

Robert Taylor played Det. Sgt. Christopher Kelvaney. Janet Leigh played Karen Stephanson. George Raft played Dan Beaumonte. Steve Forrest played Eddie Kelvaney. Anne Francis played Nancy Corlane.

Robert F. Simon played Ackerman. Vince Edwards played Joey Langley. Anthony Ross played Father Ahearn. Alan Hale Jr. played Johnny Stark.

Star Wars: Outbound Flight by Timothy Zahn

(pb; 2011)

From the back cover

“The Clone Wars have yet to erupt when the Jedi Master Jorus C’baoth petitions the Senate for support of an ambitious mission: to contact intelligent life and colonize undiscovered worlds beyond the known galaxy. But government bureaucracy threatens to scuttle the expedition before it can even start─until Master C’baoth foils a murderous conspiracy plot, winning him the political capital he needs to set in motion the dream of Outbound Flight.

“Or so it would seem. The evil Sith Lord Darth Sidious has his own interests in the Outbound Flight. Yet even he is not the mission’s most dangerous challenge. Once under way, the starship crosses paths with the forces of the alien Chiss Ascendancy and the brilliant mastermind known as ‘Thrawn.’ Thus what begins as a peaceful Jedi mission is violently transformed into an all-out war for survival.”

Review

Outbound is good, fun read. It has solid, steady character and plot build-up, lots of starship battles, and personal and political scheming, elements that flavor, structure and set up future Star Wars tales. Of course, there’s Jedi action as well. This is worth reading, maybe worth owning for a few bucks.

Side-note: Outbound is set five years after the 2001 film Star Wars: Episode I ─The Phantom Menace.

Digging Up Mother: A Love Story by Doug Stanhope

(hb; 2016: memoir)

From the inside flap

“Doug Stanhope is one of the most critically acclaimed and stridently unrepentant comedians of his generation. What will surprise some is that he owes so muchof his dark and sometimes uncomfortably honest sense of humor to his mother, Bonnie. It was the cartoons in her Hustler magazine issues that molded the beginnings of his comedic journey, long before he was old enough to know what to do with the actual pornography. It was Bonnie who recited Monty Python sketches with him, who introduced him to Richard Pryor at nine years old, and who rescued him from a psychologist when he brought the brand of humor to school. And it was Bonnie who took him along to all of her AA meetings, where Doug undoubtedly found inspiration for his own storytelling.

“Bonnie’s own path from bartending to truck driving, massage therapy, elder abuse, stand-up comedy, and acting never stopped her from being Doug’s genuine number one fan. So when her alcoholic, hoarding life came to an end many weird adventures later in Arizona, it was inevitable that Doug and Bonnie would be together for one last excursion.

“Digging Up Mother follows Doug’s absurd, chaotic, and often obscene life as it intersects with that of his best friend, biggest fan, and love of his life─his mother. And it all starts with her death. . .”

Review

Like Stanhope’s often harsh, honest and X-rated humor, Digging is not for those who are easily offended by sex, drugs and human-based darkness. While his jokes─often sourced in real-life experiences─possess such qualities, they also have an underlying sense of decency and compassion that make them truly funny and resonant, even if they are disturbing.

The first hundred pages, about Stanhope’s serial debaucheries and upbringing, are more serious than funny. (He did not get into stand-up until later in life, relatively speaking.) That is not to say it is worth reading, far from it─it is a focused, blunt and engaging read that spares no one, especially Stanhope himself. This is a worthwhile read that effectively interweaves bleak humor, touching dedication and gravitas about our baseline impulses and graces.