The big heart of Texas ... Shakedown (the book) ... Salander ... No Mean City ... Kindle Man ... Hahvahd Math ...
Amici:
A frustrated DOC hasn’t had his usual dose of picking on me and the President yet this weekend. Today he wrote me:
Hey Chaz, No Friday Knucksline today? Were you perhaps overserved last night with the Texas visitors?
Doc
The Texas Visitors ... they aren’t kidding when the talk about southern hospitality ... Michelle (The Godmother) Isler, her husband Tom and their son Nolan took us to dinner at the Grotta Azzurra last night (and bought me a big bottle of Chivas Regal) ... how do you repay people that generous? Well, we’ll have to keep trying via mail until they return and we can take them out. A wonderful time for us ... and it’s great when a writer can meet one of the 19 or so fans he has out there. That’s 19 NOT counting my Mom (who still refuses to read beyond chapter 8 of Johnny Porno). Oy vey ...
Shakedown Review ... one of the two very nice guys over at Men Reading Books have finished the Stella collection and he couldn’t be more generous with his review than if I slipped him a few free tickets to the World Cup (which I would’ve, if I still had a scalper in my pocket like the old fantasy connected days when my brats used to see Wrestling matches (including one Wrestlemania), baseball and football and operas and theatre on the arm). For the record, TK is rooting for the Netherlands because I almost knew who Johan Cruyff was when exchanging emails with East Coast Don Kirkendall (who’s written books about the sport and injuries and knows the history of the game like I know craps ... and that’s pretty good). On my first honeymoon, my brats' mom and I stayed with some of her family from Holland. We also visited Paris and Germany (a great trip). Terry’s great uncle, Uncle William, told me all about Cruyff (this was 1977) when the soccer super star was still playing and the radio was constantly playing a song about him.
But speaking of Wrestlemania ... it was #5 in Atlantic City and I took my daughter. We were at ringside behind a couple of fantasy wiseguys. I can't repeat what they said when Run DMC stepped in the ring for their Wrestlemania Rap (but it was funny at the time--you had to be there).
While in Little Italy last night we showed The Texas crew where I used to live on Grand Street (between Baxter & Mulberry) and described some of the scenes from Shakedown that were pretty for real -- it takes place in Little Italy. It was also where they filmed some of Donnie Brasco and the condo was in a few of the opening scenes ...
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo ... okay, so yous are tired of this Stieg Larsson phenomena, but honestly, it keeps getting better. I’m HUGELY against paying movie ticket prices (because at least 60% of the time I’m sorely disappointed), but last weekend the Principessa Ann Marie and I drove to Summit, NJ (a beautiful town) to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (the Swedish--original version) and we were very happy we went. Noomi Rapace (Salander) and Michael Nyquist (Blomkvist) were perfectly cast (and so was the rest of the cast) in this as close as it could get to the book-to-film production of the first of the Larsson Millennium Trilogy. The Swedes were smart with this baby and shot all three movies back to back to back ... number two (The Girl Who Played With Fire) is being released July 9th and we at Casa Stella can’t wait.
No Mean City ... Super Scottish author Russel McLean sent us a book about the mean streets of the Glasgow of yesteryear ... first published in 1935 and having sold more than 500,000 copies, No Mean City is part social commentary, part novel about a family (the Stark’s) brutalized by the economic and social realities of life in a slum. After having to deal with an abusively drunk father, the eldest Stark, Johnnie, fast makes his way to becoming the Razor King of his neighborhood (where his fighting prowess and ability to use two slashing razors earns him his nickname). The book follows Johnnie’s brutal life as a gangster, his younger brother Peter’s devastating flirtation with socialism and a friend of the family who’s become a dancer. Life in the slums of Glasgow slums is what Thomas Hobbes well termed (for the rest of us in the form of the state of nature): “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short" and No Mean City does a convincing job of proving that out. I suspect life in any slum isn’t much different than that depicted in this dark tale of a Glasgow slum, but it is a compelling read about the random inequities of life reminding us all (you too DOC) that “there but for the grace of God ...”
Kindle … well, amici, I’ve gone and done it … bought a kindle and for all the same reasons everyone else has … storage space (our house is overflowing) … ease (it was a huge pain in the ass reading the 5 pound Larsson book (The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest) on a crowded subway … and last but definitely not least, affordability. My amazon bill was running close to $140 a month (the 12-step program my wife put me on was NOT working) … so, we bought a kindle with the following stipulation. To wit, NO BOOK BUYING FOR AT LEAST 1 MONTH (I’m to use amazon’s free book selection to offset the cost of this thing—which was not the advertised $189 after getting a few accessories and the warranty—it was more like $303) …
Now, to be fair, I already bought 1 book after reading 2 freebees (a Dickens and a Kipling) … For $3.99 I bought Stendhal’s The Red and the Black), which I’m about finished with and thoroughly enjoying.
I suspect we’ll probably put the first four Stella books up there sooner or latter ... if we ever find the time to format the things.
Spygate … somehow this ratio, 10:4 was perceived as an “equal exchange” … we give the Russians 10 of their spies and we get back 4 of ours.
Now I understand President Fredo’s trust in BP … the kid forget to take a FOCKING MATH CLASS while at Hahvahd!
Fredo = A DOC Nyland trademark declared by Temporary Knucksline. Yeah, it’s that funny and let's face it, way too damn accurate.
“This taut, compulsively readable tale of mob life in and around New York City, Stella’s first novel since 2012’s Rough Riders, has the smack of authenticity on every page … Stella serves up a tasty goombah stew with a splash of Guinness, and no one can make this recipe simmer better than he does.” —Publishers Weekly
As usual Stella’s ear for dialogue is amazingly authentic and accurate, which not only lends credibility to each of his characters but also adds to the headlong pace of the narrative. These themes and the way they influence almost every character elevates the novel from a simple story of murder and revenge. At the same time they demonstrate Stella’s familiarity with present-day criminals and cops, and his mastery at presenting tales that illustrate their world and inner emotions. For those who have yet to discover the joy of Stella’s work, TOMMY RED is a good a place start as any. —Alan Cranis (Bookgasm) “Holy crap. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Why the hell isn't Stella on every mystery lover's must-read list. . . . This taut, tightly presented story of misplaced loyalties and retribution is nicely tied up in a fast-paced tale that, once you get used to the rhythm of the dialogue, just begs you to turn the next page.” —MenReadingBooks
“Stella was often compared to George V. Higgins and Elmore Leonard at the beginning of his career, but now the world of East Coast gangster fiction is all his.” —Mysterious Bookshop
“Tommy Red by Charlie Stella. Mob hit man gets into a snafu. This novel is only 165 pages long. Since this is a Stella novel you can bet it's 165 pages of greatness.”—Lake Mills Library
“Tommy Red builds to an explosive climax that should satisfy readers looking for action, while at the same time offering complex characterisation and thematic complexity that is beyond the reach of most crime novels.” —Crime Fiction Lover
“Stella reminds the reader of some recent episodes that the police would probably like for us to forget, most prominently the Eric Garner incident. Even the mob guys think it makes the cops look bad. There's a lot going on in Tommy Red, and big props to Stella for wrapping it all up in about 150 trade paperback pages. Good stuff and highly recommended.” —Bill Crider
“There are few writers (except possibly Elmore Leonard and George V. Higgins), who can write mob dialogue as well as Charlie Stella … Charlie makes navigating my way though the plot fun. And funny. How can you not laugh at this line. It was a little after one o'clock in the morning when he was thinking he'd like to bite the ass of that Mother of Dragons broad about to take a bath. (Game of Thrones).”—Patti Abbott
“No one writes better dialog, nor allows it to carry the story more than Stella, nor pulls it off better. Tommy Red could deteriorate into a series of scenes of guys bullshitting, but every sentence is an insight into a character’s mind, and one never knows when a prime plot point will emerge from a discussion about the merits of hockey versus football … Tommy Red a riveting tale told in an engaging manner. You know, just as you’d expect from Charlie Stella.” —Dana King (One Bite at a Time)
Stella’s capers are populated with criminals who are more clever than smart and lawmen who get stymied by clever but eventually prevail with smarts. A delight.— Booklist (Wes Lukowsky)
Along the way the reader is treated to some of the finest characterization it’s humanly possible to capture on paper… Stella’s always dark, often violent, occasionally humorous Rough Riders more than stands on its own, and is more than worth your time. — Book Reviews By Elizabeth A. White Sort of like Goodfellas meets Fargo. Check out Eddie’s World and start right in on Rough Riders. You’ll love the ride … Then read everything else he’s done.—East Coast Don (Men Reading Books) Mr Stella makes his story supremely compelling and has certainly made me a believer. I very much look forward to reading his next book – in the meantime, chase this one down, it works like a beaut. —Tipping My Fedora
Let me say right here that I loved this book. Though complex, the plotlines are deftly managed and everything dovetails towards its satisfying conclusion. Stella has a great ear for dialogue, with the New Yorkers clearly speaking a different vernacular to the Dakotans. —Crime Fiction Lover
Stella writes about criminals and cops, killers and cons, as if he knows the territory. This is one of those books that you rip through, eager to see who'll be the last man standing, as you never know who'll get the next bullet. Big, grim, boisterous, funny, and frightening all at once. Check it out.— Bill Crider
Stella’s characters’ voices sound authentic: no macho posturing — just their brutal, hard world. This is one of the leaner crime novels currently out there. For those wanting a serious character piece where the payoffs deliver, reach for ROUGH RIDERS. —Bookasm, Bruce Grossman
Rough Riders has a plethora of characters, many of whom you won't want to like but just might. What seems like true dialogue spews from mouths, FBI and locals alike. I found it very hard to put this book down, even to eat a meal. Author Charlie Stella has a way with words that makes him a master at his craft. Don't miss this one. —Bookloons Reviews (Reviewed by Mary Ann Smyth)
This is a fast and furious thriller that brings back the antagonists in Eddie’s World in a good, the bad and the ugly storyline. Rotating between the northern Great Plains and the New York area, fans will enjoy this action-packed noir although the Feds are too scandalously uncaring about collateral damage or simply deadly avarice. –Genre Go Round Reviews (Harriett Klausner)
Johnn Porno Reviews ...
“Mr. Stella is a natural. As soon as I finished Johnny Porno I gave the book to my son so we could both be wiser-guys. Now I’m going to find all his other novels. He’s a true master.”—Dow Mossman, The Stones of Summer
“... Elmore Leonard fans are going to love Stella’s entirely original contribution to the slice-of-criminal-life genre, down-and-dirty division ... This is the seventh novel from Stella (Mafiya, 2008), who has made the underside of the New York underworld his home.”—Elliott Swanson (Booklist)
“Set in New York City in 1973, Stella’s vibrant seventh crime novel catches the cadence and daily grind of organized crime grunts … Stella tosses an eclectic cast of characters into the mix … admirers of Elmore Leonard and George V. Higgins will be happy.”—Publishers Weekly
“Johnny Porno is in many ways a master’s class on how to write a novel ... The dialog flows so smooth you’d swear you were over hearing someone’s conversation... He drops you in the middle and lets the reveals of the narrative come naturally through the dialog... Bottom line is that Johnny Porno is one of the best books I’ve read so far this year.”>—Brian Lindenmuth (Spinetingler Magazine)
“Stella has fun with DEEP THROAT throughout the book, including the idea to sell fake autographed panties ... the book is so well-crafted and well-paced that it’s going to make more than a few best-of lists when the time comes. Stella never goes for the cheap outs, letting these characters develop over the course of his story ... Not only is it a throwback to the 1970s generation, but one that blows away most set in the present day.”—Bruce Grossman (Bookgasm)
“Based on my experience with Johnny Porno — I haven't read his other books but plan to remedy that soon (Charlie Opera is $2.00 on Smashwords) — I must say that Charlie Stella is one of the best writers the crime genre currently has to offer. He's a natural wordsmith, putting down the way people really talk in a way that still reads smoothly — not an easy task. The fact that Stark House Press, who previously focused on reprinting "lost" pulp novels, chose Stella as their first original author — after author Ed Gorman recommended him upon reading the manuscript — says a lot about his peers' respect for him.”— Craig Clarke (Somebody Dies)
“Psycho cops, bent cops, straight cops, Feds, wiseguys, good women, bad women,really bad women, guys on the make, gamblers, dumbasses, good guys, bad guys. This book's got 'em all (and more), and all so well-drawn that they seem like real people. There are also three or four plots going in, and they all converge in the final pages. I don't know how Stella managed to keep all the balls in the air, but he doesn't drop a one. Stark House's first original is a winner.”—Bill Crider, author of the Sheriff Dan Rhodess series and several other novels
“Stella is of the George V. Higgins school and tells the story through compelling dialogue ... Like Higgins, Stella isn’t afraid to let action occur offstage, to be described by the principals after the fact. In Stella’s hands, this adds to the suspense, as he understands every overt climax lessens tension at its conclusion, while covert climaxes continue to ratchet it up.”>—Dana King, (New Mystery Reader)
“Charlie Stella has a gift for nailing the colorful characters in this seedy little corner of New York. The dialog couldn’t be more authentic, and from page one I was transported to a hot, gritty landscape full of guys who say ‘yous’ and women who are used to being used ... I relished how the focus was on the guys at the bottom of the totem pole, and I got to see what happens to the drivers, runners, and climbers who associate with organized crime. It ain’t pretty.”> —Rebecca Baumann, (Dirty Sexy Books)
A plot whose pacing is as fast as a pack of greyhounds and at the same time, miraculously, as crazily and craftily constructed as a Marx Brothers movie or a Rube Goldberg machine. A hungry menagerie of good guys and bad guys at feeding time. A writing style that’s top-shelf. Some side-orders of Suspense. Romance. Black Humor. All seasoned liberally with Sex, Violence, Drugs, and Rock and Roll. What else will readers find in JOHNNY PORNO? A novel that shouldn’t be this much fun or pleasurable. That’s Charlie Stella’s real crime.—Lynn Kostoff, Author of Late Rain (Tyrus Books 2010), A Choice Of Nightmares (New Pulp Press 2010), The Long Fall (Carroll and Graf 2003)
“This is a hell of a novel. Epic, yet human scale... It s wonderfully fresh and alive.”—Craig McDonald, author of Head Games, Toros and Torsos and Print The Legend
Johnny Porno is a terrific Nixon Era crime caper reminiscent of Elmore Leonard. The story line is fast-paced, filled with action and violence, and stars a seemingly hapless chump struggling to survive in a cesspool. With the fun look at pop culture in circa 1973 enhancing the plot, readers, especially boomers, will enjoy Johnny Porno’s New York joy ride.—Harriet Klausner (The Mystery Gazette)
“... this has all the trappings of classic Stella – decent guys, wise guys of various standing in the mob, good/dirty cops, but most importantly, dialogue that makes you want to stand up and beg for more. Through Stella, you can practically smell the garlic on the breath of the wiseguys trying to intimidate, strain to hear cops jerking each other around through hot dog stuffed faces, wince at the lunacy of an ex-wife going off the deep end, and nod approvingly when someone does a decent thing for Johnny. Why Stella’s books aren’t flying off the main table at the front door of Barnes/Noble and Borders is, in itself, a crime.”—East Coast Don (Men Reading Books)
“Charlie Stella's JOHNNY PORNO: absolutely excellent. Guy does dialogue like no one else.”— Russel D. McLean, Author of The Good Son and The Lost Sister(From an Interview with CRIME SCENE NI (Northern Ireland))
“Johnny Porno is exactly that – a hard man chasing the tail that won’t pay for the tears. By first reminding us of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and then translating its rhetorical question into the vernacular of our romantically challenged times, Stella’s way with words does the near impossible; it finds a way from pornography to romance in the paradox of power and impotence peculiar to all of us: ‘Fuck’s in a name?’”— Len Wanner, University of Edinburgh.
Charlie delivered papers, unloaded watermelons, cooked at McDonalds, cleaned dishes at a catering hall, worked in a cardboard factory, rolled posters, worked in his father’s head shop, was a bouncer, worked security, buffed hallways, cleaned apartments, humped sheetrock, was a ten year union window cleaner atop Manhattan’s skyscrapers, was a word processing operator-supervisor-manager and director, coached football, has had novels published here, Russia, Italy, Poland, Mexico and the UK, and did that knockaround stuff for 18 years before meeting his wife, the woman who straightened him out (in a good way). He earned his MFA degree from Southern New Hampshire University at age 57. He continues to write crime novels and has expanded his horizons to include ghostwriting non-fiction—Dogfella: How an Abandoned Dog Named Bruno Turned This Mobster's Life Around--A Memoir will be published in May of 2015.