It’s a sad day for us literary thugs. Todd Robinson announced on Facebook that the upcoming issue of ThugLit will be the last.
When I started writing again, I picked up a copy of The Best American Mystery Stories 2010, which included a killer story that had first appeared in ThugLit (“Blood and Dirt” by Ryan Zimmerman.) That was my first introduction to the magazine, which I then found and was filled with sadness because it was on hiatus. When Todd jumpstarted it back up again, I devoured it. It was as great as it ever was. And I’m proud that my story “The Last Detail” appears in issue #19.
If you want to pay tribute to a tireless editor who kept one of the few markets for hardboiled, unflinching crime fiction where people can say cuss words alive for so long, why not grab a copy? Or all of them?
ThugLit was a rare paying market for crime fiction, at $50 a story. It was a sign of respect to the writer, that your work has value, and it was much appreciated. At two bucks for the ebook and $6.99 for the paperback, it was easily the best bargain in crime fiction.
When the last issue appears I’ll share it here, and I hope you all will grab a copy, to help repay Todd for his years of editing a magazine in the red, for the love of the genre, and helping so many writers reach our audience.
Wednesday December 9th at The Mysterious Bookshop, ThugLit will be hosting the official launch party for their first holiday themed anthology. It contains my story “Letters to Santa,” which has delighted audiences at a few recent readings, and great fiction from Rob Hart, Hilary Davidson, Justin Porter, Angel Colon, Terrence McCauley, Johnny Shaw, Jen Conley, Ed Kurtz, Jordan Harper and Todd Robinson.
I’ll be there with most of the authors. Mysterious also has copies of Protectors 2: Heroes, which we will also sign; it includes exclusive stories by Hilary, Angel, and myself, and 100% of proceeds benefit PROTECT.
The party begins at 6:30pm on Wednesday the 9th and we’ll probably shuffle off to Shade or another local watering hole for eats and libations after. There will be beer and wine at the event. Peas will also be served. (I’ll give you a book if you come to the event, and tell me where that reference is from).
The Mysterious Bookshop is at 58 Warren Street, a short walk from the A/C/E train and the World Trade Center PATH station.
My story “Letters to Santa,” which made one unfortunate fellow spew his drink out his nose at Noir at the Bar NJ, is available only in the new ThugLit holiday anthology, CRUEL YULE. It is available in ebook and paperback. And don’t worry, just because it has laughs doesn’t mean it won’t rip your heart out.
It also contains these stories by other illustrious writers:
THE SANTA CON by Rob Hart
CHRISTMAS MORNING COMING DOWN by Jordan Harper
MISTLETOE by Hilary Davidson
LETTERS TO SANTA by Thomas Pluck
OKEECHOBEE by Ed Kurtz
FELIZ NAVIDEAD by Brace Godfrey (as discovered by Johnny Shaw)
THE BRASS COIN by Justin Porter
A VERY BLACKY CHRISTMAS by Angel Luis Colón
FORK by Jen Conley
UNHOLY NIGHT by Terrence McCauley
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE… by Todd Robinson
I am poud to announce that my story “Letters to Santa,” a deceptively innocuous titled horror tale that greatly entertained the crowd at Tumulty’s for the most recent Noir at the Bar NJ, will appear in ThugLit‘s first Holiday themed anthology, where it is among great company:
The perps: Rob Hart, Hilary Davidson, Angel Colon, Terrence McCauley, Johnny Shaw, Jen Conley, Angel Colon, Thomas Pluck, Ed Kurtz, Jordan Harper and Todd Robinson.
A release date has not been set. But you’ll want this one. A teaser opening line from “Letters to Santa.”
You can get the newest issue of ThugLit here. Celebrate ten years of hardboiled crime fiction and noir with a copy! It’s their 10th anniversary.
Jay Desmarteaux, the walking Cajun shitstorm who stars in “Gumbo Weather,” “Ramapough Ringer,” “Kamikaze Death Burgers at the Ghost Town Cafe,” and my novel BURY THE HATCHET (currently seeking representation) appears in a new misadventure, “The Last Detail,” in the new issue of ThugLit (number 19) for September/October. Yes, it’s a play on the Hal Ashby flick starring Jack Nicholson, but Jay’s not a Navy cop escorting a prisoner… he’s handcuffed to a fiery-tempered woman in her Corvette with an unpinned grenade, and it’s up to you to tell which is more dangerous.