When you're looking for something that's out of the mainstream, a little bit bizarre, grisly, violent, shocking, and sometimes even funny, you can count on New Pulp Press. Matthew McBride's Frank Sinatra in a Blender delivers on all counts.
Nick Valentine is a private-eye who consumes enough alcohol and Oxycontin to kill just about anybody, and that's just by page 10. He's helping the cops on a suspicious suicide case that turns out to be tied to a savings-and-loan robbery. The robbery results in the mcguffin, a bag full of cash. Valentine is also working with Amish Ron on a related case. Gotta love the names. There's also Johnny No Nuts.
There's some detecting going on, but there's also torture, dismemberment, and, yes, Frank Sinatra in a blender. Plus shotguns and chainsaws. If you think Mickey Spillane's work is too brutal, if you prefer those nice little murders where no one gets hurt, this is not the book for you. If you're wondering what's out there on the cutting edge and aren't easily offended, then give it a try. You won't be disappointed.