"...all the slam-bang anyone might want."
Maybe they don t write em like they used to, but Ollerman does. --Bill Crider
"A moody novel with sullen authority. A quality read but not a light one."
"... [Ollerman] joins the ranks of notable noir authors himself."
As of June 12th, I've been bloggin the past few days but as it's been a while I'm sure right now I'm the only one that knows that....
Made some changes to the Schedule page. Added three new events, including a Manhattan Noir @ the Bar where I'll be reading something new, and took away one: NoirCon was canceled this year after the death of one of its founders.
The editorial work on the BLOOD WORK anthology is complete and now it's on to the next issue of the magazine. At the expense of my own work, I think I'm finally seeing a light out of the hole dug with my broken wrist. Which still hurts, but does feel better when you buy my books. I wrote an essay for a new Peter Rabe omnibus for Stark House that should be out soon, and the one I wrote for their second Carter Brown collection should be out any day now.
Ollerman handles this substantial material swimmingly, telling a strong, tough, compelling and original crime yarn that locks your lapels in its fingers before your eyes get to the bottom of page one. Taut storytelling, lean and mean prose, rich characterization and cutting suspense combine to deliver a sucker punch as full of hard knuckles as anything the godfathers of noir wrote. Stack this one on the top shelf next to the other big boys. The pantheon grows. Thompson, Chandler, Hammett, Cain, Collins … and Ollerman. -Noir Journal
Here's a video shot at 2016's C3 conference. I haven't been brave enough to watch it myself. I'm still afraid of Polaroids.