Photos of Detroit houses gone wild.Link via Neatorama.
In spite of the title, Victor Gischler's Vampire a Go-Go isn't a sequel to Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse. It doesn't even have go-go girls. What it does have, however, is a vampire, a werewolf, witches, a golem, Jesuit SEALS (okay, not exactly, but you get the idea), mad scientists (okay, alchemists; close enough), ghosts, sentient bodiless heads, magic, zombies, and a graduate student who's really good at research. I may have forgotten a thing or two, but that's close enough. Anyway, they're all in Prague, all after the Philosopher's Stone, which isn't what you might have thought it was.
James Reasoner recommended this one, so I watched it. It's one of those action movies that's about as believable and realistic as, say, Star Wars. John Cena, whose head appears to have been sculpted from a concrete block, plays a cop who gets embroiled in a game of wits with a terrorist who blows stuff up all over the place. To save the woman he loves, Cena's willing to cause (roughly) a billion dollars worth of damage and endanger the lives of (roughly) five thousand citizens. And get a few of people killed (including the one wearing the "I am going to die" sign). There are enough cars wrecked in this movie to keep the cash for clunkers program going for another ten years. Even at that, however, things are never quite what they seem.
This amazing book was a gift from George Kelley and Art Scott, who obviously have impeccable taste and know good literature when they see it. See is the right word since there's not a lot of text, but then who cares? There are hundreds of photos, and that's what you want in a book like this, right?
Crocodile Foot Charm Means 'Hands Off' | InventorSpot: "This unusual item may be the most charmless charm ever. The treated and cured 'crocodile caiman' foot comes equipped with a grommet and ball chain for easy attachment to your cell phone, rucksack, purse or earlobe.
I wonder how many readers know, or care, that Peter Leonard is Elmore Leonard's son. Sure, the reviewers know, and they probably mention it. Maybe the word gets around. Maybe that's good for sales, but what matters is what's between the covers. And Leonard delivers.
I'm on record as being a Stephen Marlowe fan, so I figured it was time to include one of his books here. The protagonist/narrator of a series of p. i. books Marlowe wrote for Gold Medal is Chester Drum. He's more of a spy than a p. i., and he often winds up in exotic locations, in this case the fictional Middle Eastern country of Motamar, where there's a revolution going on. He's been hired to find a doctor named Turner Capehart and bring him back to the U. S. Finding Capehart is simple enough, but bringing him back isn't because Capehart's involved in the revolution. And before long, so is Drum. Even when he gets back to the U. S., his troubles aren't over. The revolution follows him.
Back in 1971 I picked up a copy of a Popular Library paperback titled Lay Down My Sword and Shield by James Lee Burke. I had no idea who Burke was, but the book was set in Texas, so I thought I'd give it a go. I was amazed at how good it was and how much I liked it. I thought Burke was going to be a huge success. I went out and found a copy of Half of Paradise in paperback and read that one. (It will come as no surprise to any of the regular visitors here that I still have both those books.) I was so impressed that I suggested to a friend who taught the literature of the southwest at The University of Texas at Austin that Burke would be a great addition to the reading list for his course.
Fashion illustrator Toledo updates classic-book covers | Life | Chron.com - Houston Chronicle: "Fashion illustrator Ruben Toledo has dressed three of our favorite women this month.
Michigan golf course groundskeeper stumbles upon a 10,000-year-old mammoth tooth -- baltimoresun.com: "A golf course groundskeeper recently stumbled onto something unexpected on the greens: A tooth from a 10,000-year-old mammoth. Groundskeeper Patrick Walker found the 10-pound tooth Tuesday when he was on the greens about 30 miles east of Grand Rapids at Morrison Lake Country Club."
In his introduction to Daylight Noir, Jonathan Letham calls the book a "supremely evocative catalogue of haunted places." I couldn't have said it better (or possibly as well) myself. Catherine Corman's stark black and white photographs capture the city of Los Angeles in a way that makes even the ordinary look eerie, lonely, and part of a long-lost noir world.