The Noir Novels

 For a while it was trendy to call any crime fiction noir if it showed shades of gray. I have a much stricter definition of noir: there's an inevitability of doom. The noir protagonist has crossed a line that there's no coming back from. Whether it's murder or betrayal or something else, the noir protagonist is damned, and no matter how much he might struggle, by the end if he's still alive, he'd be just as well-off dead.

While I have several noirish crime novels that more than meet the trendier definition, I have six novels that fall squarely as noir (as well as many short stories)

Alles endet hier translates to Everything Ends Here. For now, this is only planned for Germany. Hopefully this will find a US publisher at some point.

My promises about PARIAH

 

Several promises I can make about Pariah.

1. It's as "hell-on-wheels" a crime novel as you'll find
2. Nothing I've written is as opposite to my Julius Katz stories as this book
3. It's subversive
4. You've never encountered a protagonist like Kyle Nevin before, and you'll never want to encounter anyone like him in the real world
5. Writers in particular will enjoy the book's scathing satirical takedown of the publishing industry
6. No publisher exists today that would ever touch this book.

If I were to pick 4 words to describe Pariah, they would be: brutal, funny (in a very dark way), tragic, noir.

Now that Pariah is available as a Kindle Book....

 

Now that Pariah is available as a Kindle Book I'm revisiting Maureen Corrigan's Washington Post review of Pariah, which led to Pariah being named by the Washington Post as one of the best crime & mystery novels of 2009:

What a sick puppy of a writer Dave Zeltserman is! I didn't think a suspense story could get any more dark and twisted than Zeltserman's pulp masterpiece of last year, "Small Crimes." In that nasty little immorality tale, a crooked ex-cop bent on redemption gets released from prison and finds out that nobody -- not his ex-wife, not his young daughters, not even his elderly parents -- wants him back. The kicker is that they're right. By the end of "Small Crimes," I was wrung out thanks to the ingeniousness of Zeltserman's nonstop plot twists and the stark meanness of his universe. Now comes "Pariah," a doozy of a doom-laden crime story that not only makes merry with the justice system, but also satirizes those bottom feeders in the publishing industry who would sign Osama bin Laden to a six-figure contract for his memoirs, if only they could figure out which cave to send their lawyers into. If there's any other young writer out there who does crime noir better than Zeltserman, I don't even want to know. As it is, I can barely handle reading him without altogether losing whatever faith I've got left in humanity.

The antihero of this latest excursion into the underside is Kyle Nevin, a former heavyweight in the South Boston Irish mob. Eight years earlier, Kyle was set up by his former boss, Red Mahoney, to be murdered during a big bank heist; but fate smiled on Kyle, and another guy took the fatal bullet instead. Now, just released from eight years in the slammer, Kyle is out for revenge, sniffing out Mahoney the way a half-starved bloodhound would catch the scent of an underdone Big Mac. As is required in any work of crime noir worth its grit, we readers see the world through Kyle's bloodshot eyes. And here lies Zeltserman's particular brilliance: As a murderous sociopath, Kyle, like his predecessors in the Zeltserman lineup, is so boisterous in his self-justifications (for everything from breaking the little finger of a litterbug to kidnapping a sickly child to burning alive a close relative in his bed) that a reader can't help but laugh at the fervent illogic of it all. Here, for instance, Kyle describes the way he and his reluctant younger brother, Danny, steal a laptop from an unsuspecting "mark" who has just left an upscale Boston coffeehouse:

"I grabbed for the laptop and as the mark realized what was going on and tried to pull back, Danny was out of the car and clocking him on the side of the head with the brick. . . . The reality of the situation, the guy was no more than a hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet, and a slap on the side of the head with an open palm would've done the trick, but I was glad to see Danny use the brick. Not that I cared whether or not some effeminate mochachino-swilling yuppie had his head bashed in, but that type of violence was what I needed to bring the old Danny back."

In Kyle's perspective, the robbery serves as a terrific therapeutic exercise for Danny. And the really sick thing is that the scene is so brazenly buoyant that the reader gets carried along with the moment, too. Hooray! The Nevin Brothers are back! Bad luck for the yuppie who was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, but a good break for Danny and Kyle, who commit the assault in broad daylight on a Boston street, without any witnesses around.

The thing about luck, though, is that it always changes. After that aforementioned kidnapping goes haywire, Kyle dodges another jail term with the help of a principled defense attorney who can barely stand to breathe in his tainted presence. Then, he's offered a fabulous book deal to write a true-crime "fictional novel" of how the kidnapping might have gone down. (Zeltserman is obviously exacting some comic revenge on members of the publishing profession who, like their mobster counterparts, are always trolling for "the big one" and training their beady eyes on the bottom line.) Kyle is set up with a book packager who's supposed to help him bang out the novel in two months. Oprah, the bestsellers lists, European book tours and Hollywood await. Trouble is, Kyle's luck turns. He comes down with a nasty case of writer's block. That's just the very beginning of a long, loopy downward slide into the abyss.

I'd say Zeltserman can't top "Pariah" for its sheer diabolical inventiveness, but he probably will. And given that the corrupting vision of his work is so powerful, I ought to know better than to read the next novel he writes. But I probably will anyway.

Pariah available as a Kindle Book for the First Time!

 

Back in 2007, I was pissed that every New York publisher rejected Small Crimes (some of them two or more times), and I got even more pissed seeing publishers paying big money for crappy mobster tell-all books, and my response to this was over a 6-week period writing Pariah in a blind rage. There was another incident that fueled my rage, but I won't mention it here since it became integral in Pariah's plot. Here's one thing I can guarantee you about Pariah--it's unlike any crime novel you'll ever read--it's part hell-on-wheels brutally subversive crime novel and part savage satirical look at the publishing industry.

Nobody other than Serpent's Tail would've ever published Pariah, at least according to an editor at St. Martin's. After NPR had Small Crimes top their list of best crime/mystery novels of 2008, this editor contacted me, asking me why I didn't let him publish Small Crimes (never mind that his boss was one of three St. Martin's editors who rejected Small Crimes), and he wanted to see what I had next, which was Pariah--and his response to it was that no publisher in New York would touch it. Fortunately, Serpent's Tail was in London, and they were all too happy to do so. But even still, I was lucky to see Pariah in print--shortly after Serpent's Tail bought the rights, Profile Books bought Serpent's Tail, and Pete Ayrton (Serpent's Tail's legendary publisher) told me he had to threaten to quit before they'd let him publish it. Still, the ebook was never put out, and starting back in May of this year I contacted Profile Books about obtaining the ebook rights. On October 10th, the rights were granted back to me. And now a kindle version of Pariah is finally available as a Kindle Unlimited book.

This new version has a foreword that Roger Smith originally wrote for the German edition. I also took this opportunity to remove about 95% of the profanity and make a few other line edits to tighten the writing. The original book probably had more profanity per page than any other crime novel ever written--again, I wrote it in a blind rage, and I also wanted it to sound authentic. I'm pretty sure I succeeded in authenticity--I had one of the mob tell-all book co-authors read Pariah, and she told me this was exactly the way they are and speak. But I'm also older and wiser now and being 100% authentic isn't necessarily the goal. As long as the book feels authentic, that's more than good enough. I've also written enough Julius Katz mysteries and other short stories for Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine with no profanity where I've grown to prefer that. In any case, there's been a marked decrease in profanity in my writing since Pariah (The Caretaker of Lorne Field I think has one usage, and most of my other novels have little to none.) I couldn't get rid of all of it in Pariah without parts of it sounding false, but as stated above, 95% has been cleaned out.

I liked the original cover Serpent's Tail did for Pariah. It shows the explosive nature of the book. The protagonist, Kyle Nevin, is someone who brings death and destruction to anyone unlucky enough to cross his path. My new cover provides more of a sense of foreboding. Since most of the book takes place in Boston and Manhatton, a desolate cabin might seem an odd choice, but it will make sense to anyone who reads the book. I think the graphic designer did a brilliant job with it, as she has done with Everybody Lies in Hell and Detectives and Spies.