Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Stephen Blackmoore's CITY OF THE LOST

Six days.

That's how long you have to wait before you can read Stephen Blackmoore's CITY OF THE LOST (out January 3rd).

And believe you me, you should. Because I was lucky enough to read CITY OF THE LOST a few months back, and it kicks ass. But don't take my word for it. Peep this:
When Raymond Chandler wrote, "...down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid," the mean streets to which his mind had no doubt wandered were those of his beloved Los Angeles.  CITY OF THE LOST's Joe Sunday is mean, tarnished, and afraid, but for good reason.  The funhouse reflection of LA Blackmoore conjures is at once vibrant, seedy, and mysterious - streets so mean, they feel as though plucked straight from Chandler's DT nightmares.  CITY OF THE LOST effortlessly blends the grit with the fantastical, and paints a world in which magic is to be feared - but not nearly so much as the people behind it.
 Oh, no, wait; I said that, too. But plenty of other folks have been singing Blackmoore's praises, from Wendig to Jacobs to Kirkus, who gave the guy a starred review his first time out. Not too shabby, that.

What I'm saying is, this one is no joke worth picking up (wherever books are sold, yadda yadda). The damn thing practically reads itself. It's fantastic.

What? Still not convinced? Just you wait. Stephen's graciously agreed to pop on by this Friday to share a little behind-the-scenes on CITY OF THE LOST as part of his literary debutante's ball grand coming-out virtual book tour. Least, I assume that's what he's gonna talk about. There's a chance he's just gonna spam y'all with porn links and run his version of a Nigerian prince scam. Not saying he for-sure has one, but if he tries to get you to buy his limited-edition signed gold-leaf printing, I suggest you pass...