I’m excited about these twenty-five new books as we enter the second quarter of the digital century.
Fiction
My fiction picks include horror, crime, and works in translation.
Witchcraft for Wayward Girls byGrady Hendrix | January 14th
Just one more week until we can read Hendrix’s take on witches and a magical school!
Strange Pictures by Uketsu, translation Jim Rion | January 16h
A creepypasta golden-age mystery from Japan written by a strange anonymous author/YouTuber/uh…maniac? Uketsu’s videos are beyond my comprehension, they kinda seem like Elsagate? I’m intrigued.
The Unworthy by Agustina Bazterrica, translation Imani Jade Powers | March 4th
Nuns, covenant prisons, and climate catastrophes by the writer of Tender is the Flesh, a profoundlyunsettling novel about human clone meat and plandemics.
The Snares by Rav Grewal-Kök | April 1st
A federal officer joins a secret program to help target drones that sounds like Total Information Awareness.
The Impossible Thing by Belinda Bauer | April 8th
A multi-generational conspiracy to steal and nurture rare eggs. I’ll always read an egg heist.
Vanishing World by Sayaka Murata, translation Ginny Tapley Takemori | April 15
Sex is forbidden, and babies are grown in labs. A population dystopia initially published in Japanese in 2015 could be eerie!
The Setting Sun: A New Translation by Osamu Dazai, translation Juliet Winters Carpenter | May 6th
Dazai is having an English resurgence, prompting a retranslation of his oft-cited masterpiece, a book I know nothing about but will read because I liked No Longer Human
The Country Under Heaven by Frederic S. Durbin | May 13th
Lovecraftian Cowboys fighting Cthulhu’s on the Frontier by a writer with some great stories in F&SF.
The Black Swan Mystery by Tetsuya Ayukawa, translation by Bryan Karetnyk | June 3rd
Recent translations of Japanese mysteries have been excellent, and this one’s cited as particularly good, plus there’s a train.
So Far Gone by Jess Walter | June 10th
The author of Citizen Vince writes again about an isolated male protagonist, this time in the pine forests.
King of Ashes by S. A. Cosby | June 10th
I’ll read anything S.A. Cosby puts out, and this one’s about a Southern mafia!
Nadja by André Breton, translated by Mark Polizzotti | June 3rd
A classic, surrealist novel has a new translation, and a generation of new readers will find out it’s a surprisingly realist novel, and there’s very little surreal about it.
Non-Fiction
Crime, spies, and tragedies in books reveal networks of criminals leading companies and states.
The Secret History of the Rape Kit: A True Crime Story by Pagan Kennedy | January 14th
The secret invention of the rape kit by a crisis counselor who denied credit and then mysteriously disappeared.
Wiseguys and the White House: Gangsters, Presidents, and the Deals They Made by Eric Dezenhall | January 15th
A public relations and crisis management expert talked to mobsters and combed the archives to reveal the hidden underworld of crime and power. I’ll be reading skeptically.
Trespassers at the Golden Gate: A True Account of Love, Murder, and Madness in Gilded-Age San Francisco by Gary Kirst | March 11th
I love Kirst’s books about Los Angeles, New Orleans, and Chicago, and I am so excited to see how he treats San Francisco and murder.
The Church of Living Dangerously: Tales of a Drug-Running Megachurch Pastor by John Bishop | March 25th
A pastor of one of America’s fastest-growing churches explains how he got his start smuggling cocaine for drug cartels. Now, he’s got a flock of Christian soldiers ready to die for this country. The American dream!
The Killing Fields of East New York: The First Subprime Mortgage Scandal, a White-Collar Crime Spree, and the Collapse of an American Neighborhood by Stacy Horn | January 28th
White flight is typically viewed as a preference, but this book exposes the financial motives at play when developing the suburbs and hollowing out American cities in the 1970s.
One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This by Omar El Akkad | February 25th
What looks to be a righteous text laying blame on the West for the 21st century’s bloodshed and exploitation.
Whack Job: A History of Axe Murder by Rachel McCarthy James | May 13
We all fear the axe murderer, but how deeply have we considered his point of view? A look into the most deranged murder weapon.
The Fort Bragg Cartel: Drug Trafficking and Murder in the Special Forces by Seth Harp | July 15th
A crucial node in American drug dealing networks is Fort Liberty (formerly Fort Bragg) in North Carolina. Rolling Stone reporter Seth Harp is bringing light to the story and hopefully remaining vigilant and cautious everywhere he goes.
Comics & Manga
Comics publishers haven’t put out their solicits for the year, but here’s a taste.
Bug Wars by Jason Aaron (writer), Mahmud Asrar (artist), Matthew Wilson (colorist), Becca Carey (letterer) | February 12th
Aaron’s great and has the art team from KingConan to draw getting shrunk down and fighting angry bugs like barbarians.
Godzilla: Heist by Van Jensen (writer) and Kelsey Ramsay (artist) | February 19th
My two favorite things together at last. Does Godzilla pull the heist? Do they rob Godzilla? We’ll see!
Batman: The Dark Age by Mark Russell (writer) and Michael and Lisa Allred (artist, colorist) | March 25th
The Allreds and Mark Russell unite for an alternative origin story. I love both creators, dark ages and, of course, the freakin’ Batman.
Assorted Crisis Events by Deniz Camp (writer) and Eric Zawadzki (artist)
A twist on the big universe-altering event with popular writers and a twist on Dr. Who. Looks promising!
Snegurochka of the Spring BreezeBy Hiroaki Samura | June 24th
A story of Stalinist Soviet Russia by the mangaka who created Blade of the Immortal, a samurai classic!
Consulted Lists
My list stands atop the shoulders of these lists.
LitHub’s list was varied and comprehensive through July.
I read many old books about power, crime, politics, murder, gossip and more.
Noir
Hardboiled stories where political power spills out like blood.
You Were Never Really Here by Jonathan Ames
A disgruntled troop hunts the sicko politicians and their creepy little blackmail brothels. It came out in 2013, four whole years before Pizzagate. Ninety pages, tense and violent, I pumped my fist and hooted, imagining Joe raining justice on them all.
The Prone Gunman by Jean-Paul Manchette
Jean-Paul Manchette writes about French hitmen beyond morality—Guys who would see Camus The Stranger on the beach and beat him to death with a rock. I love how they ghostwrite a book to cover up all his crimes.
The Spook Who Sat By The Door by Sam Greenlee
A satirical spy novel about Black Revolution written by a former spy. A complex piece of propaganda and a moving spy novel with excellent prose. It lays out the vision for a Black uprising in American cities and how law enforcement can subvert that energy (with drugs). I wrote more about this story and the Chicago Police Officer with a cameo in the film adaptation.
Small Mercies by Dennis Lehane
A mother’s fatal revenge quest tells the bigger story of how mafias act as racialized vigilantes. The Irish mob would organize poorly paid workers to reject school integration so white gangs could monopolize the drug trade. Lehane says it’s his last novel, and while I hope he’s wrong, this one is emotional, cerebral, and visceral, and it is one of his best.
Everybody Knows by Jordan Harper
Harper’s novel details how PR firms and reputation management control the messages we see. Presenting Hollywood as a complex child trafficking scheme with a narrative that has uncanny similarities to Quiet on Set: The Dark Side of Kids TV.
Parapolitics
As we move from the surveillance era to the psyop era, I see this history subgenre as a shield, a psychic protection spell.
Sally Denton’s Work
Sally Denton is an incredible researcher and storyteller who writes mindblowing stories. Her 1991 debut, The Bluegrass Conspiracy: An Inside Story of Power, Greed, Drugs & Murder, builds off of Gary Webb’s work and details the network of power connecting the Bushes, Clintons, Iran-Contra gun-running, drug smuggling, and Kentucky Fried Chicken. The Profiteers: Bechdel and the Men Who Built the World examines the construction firm that gets trillions in federal contracts to build roads, bridges, and power plants in the countries invaded by the US. This company is very close to countless historical events. And The Colony: Faith and Blood in a Promised Land tells one of the strangest stories I’ve ever heard. Tribes of Mormons went out to Mexico and lived in the mountains and now are an ominous cartel-like community.
Handsome Johnny: The Life and Death of Johnny Rosselli: Gentleman Gangster, Hollywood Producer, CIA Assassin by Lee Server
When I bought this, the bookseller said, “This is the closest non-fiction to James Ellroy I’ve ever read, but it’s crazier. Ellroy tones it down.” I finally read it, and it’s all true! Johnny Rosselli is arguably one of the most important people in post-war America. He knew everybody. The Kennedys. Hoffa. Studio heads, the Outfit, the Five Families, and Sinatra (of course). Johnny was a fixer who fixed labor disputes, entertainment production, vice, nightlife attempts at Cuban regime change, and the Kennedy assassination. This dude got around. Server’s research is broad and well-sourced, and he does a great job making sense of layered narrative.
Hollywood Kryptonite: The Bulldog, the Lady, and the Death of Superman by Sam Kushner and Nancy Shoenberger
A smaller paranoid story. The original Superman actor didn’t kill himself: George Reeve’s suicide was a coverup. His scorned lover, Toni Mannix, called in a hit. Now, Toni’s husband, Eddie Manni,x was the legendary fixer for MGM, and Eddie was impotent, so he didn’t care about the philandering. Still, he had a scrap of paper with the number of a hit service on his desk, and this book lays out a compelling case in which T. Mannix did it. They assemble proof from Reeve’s friend, references made by his lover, testimony from police on the scene, and even a secondhand confirmation from the hitman. Should this book be in my Gossip category? The official narrative was Reeves killed himself. Perhaps any story can be faked for the powerful. All they need is a body.
Drugs as a Weapon Against Us by John Potash
This book makes a well-sourced argument for how the US government uses drugs to manipulate its population to control flows of oil, labor, and more drugs. Oil keeps the machines running; drugs keep the people running. “The spice must flow.” Potash cites hundreds of sources from across the 20th century, detailing the multi-generational project to use the entertainment industry to market drugs, use drug charges to fine and imprison citizens, sabotage resistance movements, and force compliance for the empire. Potash offers a finely crafted argument and an annotated bibliography on drugs, police, and federal police.
Revolution’s End: The Patty Hearst Kidnapping, Mind Control, and the Secret History of Donald DeFreeze and the SLAby Brad Schrieber
The whole thing was a fix from top to bottom. The word “Psyop” gets thrown around a lot nowadays. This is one that worked really good in 1974, and Schrieber compiles proof of exactly how it worked. He gets police records admitting Donald DuFreeze was an informant long before he became Cinque Mtume or went to Vacaville. At a prison that was later forced to admit it did psychological manipulation on prisoners, he was added to the Black Cultural Association, a “support group” led by a federal law enforcement officer who groomed DuFreeze into becoming a political cult leader. Local San Francisco groups knew DuFreeze and the Symbionese Liberation Army were a front for law enforcement after the group shot a respected grassroots politician. But the weirdest part is the guy who invented Kwanzaa, Maulana/Ron Karenga, was involved in planning this operation, according to the book. I don’t allege this, Ron; the book does. Yet the media reported Patty Hearst’s kidnapping to completely discredit Black anti-capitalist organizing and turn it into a spectacle. And they keep doing it.
Literature
Transcending language to evoke great feeling and meaning.
Nazi Literature in the Americas by Roberto Bolaño
Fictional literary criticism of actual networks of fascist intellectuals and militias. One read is this is Bolaño mocking the right-wing intelligentsia, mercilessly roasting them for being race-obsessed freaks. But there are also moments of pathos for the weird, lonely, mostly rich outcasts who believe something so stridently. A literary work with a practical function for historians: it offers a 3D portrait of post-WWII fascism on a global scale. Spencer Sunshine’s new non-fiction work, Neo-Nazi Terrorism and Countercultural Fascism, detailing American fascism post WWII shows how these networks overlap. I have more to say about this one for later…
When We Cease to Understand the World by Benjamín Labatut
Another Chilean is describing the limits of reality. Science history dramatized to make its impact felt, highlighting the relationship between discovery and death. The pigment for Prussian Blue paint makes Zyclon-B for the gas chambers. The quest for a universal theory reveals that the universe is far more fragile than it appears. These stories stretch the limits of science, fiction, and history.
Cosmic Banditos by Allan Weisbecker
This book was a trip, literally about guys tripping on hallucinogens on a road trip. They get on ships, lead cartels, and work for the CIA. And there’s a good boy dog. And aliens! Jam-packed with ideas and written with fun, self-referential comedic timing. The introduction insists it was popular on army bases, and if you want to peek into the brains of the UFO Guy, here it is.
Yellowface by R. F. Kuang
A blistering satire of race in publishing that revels in the cringeness of being a White woman. When the protagonist steals her dead rival’s manuscript, she takes credit, launching a career but secretly knowing she’s a total fraud. The prose is hilarious and very pointed, a pointed critique on publishing for profit and turning heritage and history into marketing categories.
Gossip
Audacious memoirs, an oral history, and a gossipy biography in a very informal category that I made up.
Love Me Fierce in Danger: The Life of James Ellroy by Dr. Steven Powell
Nobody in human history is like James Ellroy. When his mother was found brutally murdered, dead on the side of the road, an LA Times reporter came to his house and snapped a picture of him the exact moment he found out. He went on to become a homeless, alcoholic, glue-huffing panty-sniffer, then, after finding 12-step programs, one of the most successful and audacious crime writers of the last fifty years. This book tells that wild story.
My Father The Pornographer: a Memoir by Chris Offutt
A writer finds out his father wrote hundreds of erotica novels, millions of words of highly specific smut. How strange it would be to find your father’s freaky barbarian pornography and learn he was a respected master of the genre—his life’s work that paid for the children’s college. I wrote a bit more here.
Paper of Wreckage: An Oral History of the New York Post, 1976-2024 by Susan Mulcahy and Frank DiGiacomo
The New York Post in all its gossipy glory! Detailing the ownership transition to Rupert Murdoch, when he took his Australian fortune and invested in American media properties. The seeds of Fox News, Trump, crass, cruel, and invasive entertainment all start in this newsroom. Hearing how the mob ran the delivery trucks, pitching morbid joke headlines for terrible tragedies, and what Donald Trump and Roy Cohn would say when they called the paper were all standouts for this wide-ranging oral history.
Tiger King: The Official Tell All Memoir by Joe Exotic
I liked the Tiger King show because I thought Joe Exotic was a riot. He is! An extraordinary man who’s driven ambulances, worked as a law enforcement officer, survived car wrecks, buried husbands and a brother, ran a successful LGBT-friendly pet store, and even an early adopter of live streaming technology. He also ran America’s most successful and notorious big cat sanctuary until that awful Carole Baskin got him in her sights. This book is so hysterically funny.
Series
I’m a sucker for a series characters.
Skink Books by Carl Hiaasen
After seeing a poster at the bus stop for Apple TV’s Bad Monkey, I finally checked out Hiaasen after a half-dozen recommendations. Loved it. Weird old swamp men solving mysteries, jaded ex-military guys fighting real estate developers that want to destroy the wetlands. Fun stuff!
Jimmy the Kid by Donald Westlake
I finally read a handful of Dortmunder novels, including Jimmy the Kid, one of the goofiest, most fun crime novels ever written! John Dortmunder is a grumpy thief who’s reluctantly friends with Andy Kelp, a schlemiel who suggests they carry out a heist straight from a Parker novel, the other serious noir series that Westlake writes. Metafictional hijinx ensues, ending with an intervention from the author. Fun, silly, amusing stuff, even though it’s a half-century old!
The Lincoln Lawyer by Michael Connelly
I love the Lincoln Lawyer because he cheats to win. Good for him! The legal system is rigged! And so he has to get zany. Like when they accused him of murder, and he must free himself from jail by arguing his case and defending himself! Then, he teams up with Bosch to get random people out of jail! OK! Now we’re talking: the Bosch-iverse. I heard a rumor that another will come out relatively soon, and I can’t wait!
Nancy Drew by Carolyn Keene
I love Nancy! She’s got a convertible, her dad’s a lawyer, and she’s the nicest girl in the world. When she goes to the big department store and sees the mean rich sisters who are fat and boorish try on the dresses and rip them up, what does Nancy do? She helps the attendant lady, stops her crying, buys the ripped dress, and promises to fix it with her sewing machine! Her being nice is also a keen way for her to get evidence. This book is deeply coded in cozy DNA, sharing vibes and dialogue rhythm. A fun mystery adventure that’s almost a century old!
Here’s to old books, may all new books become them. More reading in 2025 and as long as I’m alive!
Happy New Year! I overloaded my brain with books in 2024, including those elusive “new” books full of fresh information and artistic experimentation! I kept thinking about these sixteen books this year amongst the horror, psy-ops and weird cyberwars of 2024. Here’s my favorites across the categories of “fake” and “real.”
Fiction
James by Percival Everett
A fun, voicey first person novel starring a cunning, confident character in a unique setting (the antebellum South) that also just so happens to be an adaptation of Huckleberry Finn. And it’s from James’ a.k.a. Jim’s perspective! A funny, provocative book with an exciting finale. Perhaps at its core, this novel affirms that literature is fan fiction. Everett is just having fun out there! It deserves all the hype and awards, and no, you don’t need to reread Twain first.
Scrap by Calla Henkel
A weird, quiet mystery about falling into archives searching for proof. I loved it, and the idea that the detritus we leave behind, the projects unfinished, the stuff in boxes that one might pay somebody else to dig through—that all of this could hold the secrets to a mystery or the ultimate meaning of our life? A book about imbuing piles with purpose!
Say Hello to My Little Friend by Jennine Capó Crucet
Miami, as told by a Pitbull impersonator and a whale imprisoned in Seaworld. I was sold by the pithy (but entirely accurate) description. I ended up really enjoying Crucet’s prose, humor, ability to express the complex and overlapping feelings of being born into racial and geographic identities, and filtering this all through a whale’s thoughts was a real trip.
The Heart in Winter by Kevin Barry
A western romance ending in violence, heartbreak and redemption. Now, I’m likely to enjoy any novel about an Irish cowboy junkie and a liberated mail-order bride on the run. Told brilliantly in lush, lyrical prose. The audiobook was a standout, read by the author. After I finished, I vowed to read everything Kevin Barry ever wrote.
The Mercy of Gods by S.A. Corey
I love The Expanse, so I’m primed to love this too, but the premise is simple and fun: a humanoid alien species gets abducted by advanced murder aliens. They live on a space station and have to do Squid Games / Hunger Games / Battle Royale-esque challenges. This new trilogy has a much smaller scope than the previous series about colonizing all of space and time, but it’s really fun seeing the detailed aliens, guessing their complex motivations, and watching the sympathetic humans get ZAPPED! The sublime SF pleasures.
Your Utopia by Bora Chung
Brain-scanning detectives, a really sympathetic robot car, a sentient elevator that falls in love, all kinds of interesting SF ideas are presented cleverly in Bora Chung’s second collection. My favorite was the lady who works at a “charitable foundation” for keeping rich people alive through cryogenics and brain uploads forever, but her clerical role was not granted the privilege of getting to live forever, she just gets a salary, and whoops, she gets drunk at the Christmas party and makes a big mistake. I love how Chung presents the weird crisis of consciousness felt by personified machines.
Hotel Lucky Seven by Kotaro Isaka
Bullet Train, the movie with Brad Pitt, is adapted from a Japanese series of assassin novels. First published as Ladybug, the newest translation Hotel Lucky Seven continues Ladybug’s story. It reads like pulp noir with anime’s pacing and complex plot hopping. Ultra-violent, ultra-silly, and a satisfyingly complex world paranoid about political power. What’s to stop the rich from using their money piles to hire hitmen? Nothing!
Assassin’s Anonymous by Rob Hart
But what’s to stop the assassins from reforming, ending the cycles of violence, and atonement? A lot, actually! Grudges, blackmail, federal police agencies, the dark web: all obstacles in Rob Hart’s new comedy crime caper. He delivers on his clever, high-concept premise: what if recovering assassins went to a 12-step program? Well, they’d meet more assassins and get embroiled in plots! Series like Lawrence Block’s Keller and Max Allen Collins Quarry have done a lot with hitmen, but I’m enjoying novels that play with the genre.
Non-Fiction
The Unclaimed: Abandonment and Hope in the City of Angels by Pamela Prickett and Stefan Timmermans
Two sociologists research some cadavers that go unclaimed at the Los Angeles County morgue. I never considered what happens when someone dies without anyone to claim them: the city keeps the bodies for a while, but eventually dumps the cremains in shared plot at the public graveyard. The authors research the system that manages this and some specific people who died and their bodies went unclaimed, the research that goes into finding a next of kin.
Grief is for People by Sloane Crosley
One death deeply felt. The author memorializes her friend and colleague in the publishing industry. She remarks how few self-help books deal with the death of a friend, but this book’s attention to feelings, and the detailed memories they evoke, made a rich meditation on the death of a friend and changes in the publishing industry.
Anxiety: A Philosophical Guide by Samir Chopra
Philosophy, history, self-help, spirituality, and grief memoir come together for a fascinating book on anxiety that positions the feeling as a historical constant, not a product of the digital age. In other words, reading ancient philosophical texts reveals that humans always felt anxious. Phones might make it feel worse. But the feeling itself, a vague fear of the future, and how one might go about facing the feeling, is the topic of this book and the wisdom of the ancients and heresy of the philosophers offer persuasive solutions.
Cuckooland: Where the Rich Own the Truth by Tom Burgis
An investigation of Mohamed Amersi, a businessman and major donor to the Conservative Party in London, who used his influence with the King and parliament to “open up” international markets. That means regime change, secret coups, and corporate takeovers. Amersi says as much, as quoted within the book, denying any criminal wrongdoing, insulting Burgis (he’s funny!), and laying out exactly how he plans to discredit him. It was fun to read how an oligarch plans to decimate an investigator. Amersi must have more influence with American publishing because the book shares a title with a popular fiction novel…
Tripped: Nazi Germany, the CIA, and the Dawn of the Psychedelic Age by Norman Ohler
The Swiss invented LSD, and the Nazis used it as a truth serum! After the war, the CIA seized the files and started testing the compound in MK-ULTRA consciousness experiments. A short but incredibly accessible history of LSD as a weapon, with some interesting proof from pharmaceutical archives, and even memoir of a parent with Alzheimer’s Disease trying the drug and seeing progress.
Beverly Hills Spy: The Double-Agent War Hero Who Helped Japan Attack Pearl Harbor by Ronald Drabkin
Tracks the life of Fredrick Rutland, the famed Rutland of Jutland, who spotted the German fleet and saved a drowning seaman! But because of his lowborn class, he didn’t get promoted to The Queen’s Most Lovely Royal Officer. He broke bad, moved to Los Angeles, and started selling secrets to the Japanese aviation industry. Did he help plan the Pearl Harbor attacks? Maybe! This was a wild ride for fans of spies, WWII and Japan.
A Murder in Hollywood: The Untold Story of Tinseltown’s Most Shocking Crime by Casey Sherman
One of the most gossiped-about stories in Hollywood history: big-time gangster, Mickey Cohen’s personal bodyguard, the mademan Marine, Johnny Stompanato gets shot by little girl, Cheryl Crane, the daughter of Hollywood superstar, Lana Turner. It’s a great story that Casey Sherman researches thoroughly and tells incredibly, so vivid, like good gossip from the past.
From the Moment They Met It Was Murder: Double Indemnity in Film Noir by Alan Silver and James Ursini
Another book about LA crime that bends genres, from literary history, artist biography, film history, cultural analysis, and criminology! All centered around Double Indemnity, the novel about conspiring with a hunky door-to-door salesman to murder your husband for the life insurance money! Detailed history about James M. Cain, changes between the book and its adaptations, the set choices, the made for TV movie, and more. If you like film noir and crime fiction, check this out.
Happy New Year to You and to Books and May There Be No More 2024s
I love the movies! Here are thirteen of my favorites this year. Great comedies, crime, suspense, animation, and blockbusters. Watch them all!
13. Dune: Part 2
Finally, good Dune movies! Well-paced, great effects, and climactic finale to the first one. Go ahead, give us more Dune! Give us the worm!
12. I Saw the TV Glow
A vibey movie about transitioning, media, and the suffocating suburbs hit me. The lonely light of a television through plastic blinds. Life as a big hole slowly burying us alive.
11. Problemista
The American immigration system, working for rich people, making a movie, eggs: it’s all labyrinths. Julio Torres is hilarious, and Tilda Swinton completely embodies Elizabeth.
10. The Bikeriders
It’s an outlaw movie that’s secretly a bad-boy biker romance! Not much crime, mostly hanging out in the west Chicago suburbs with guys in denim drinking Schlitz. It felt like I understood Harleys.
9. Loves Lies Bleeding
The perfect lesbian bodybuilder neo-noir, all smokey, wet, weird, and erotic testosterone injections, spoiled bodybuilding competition, gunrunning, murder-for-hire, quiet country roads, and real cigarettes!
8. Sasquatch Sunset
No dialogue, just the missing link. Sasquatch, Big Foot, and the pre-hominid are our genetic ancestors. It’s funny, gross, and kinda like a stoner comedy. I found it meditative. We could live like these sasquatches.
7. Trap
As culture shifts from the surveillance era to the PSYOP era, this is the movie of the moment. What’s a trap? Everything! Celebrity. Fandom. Family. Trauma. Compulsion. Everything is a trap in our trap world.
6. Furiosa: a Mad Max Saga
Combining the pleasures of vehicular ultra-violence with deep lore, a good story, characters I already like, and Australian satire of KKKalifornia. It looks great, it moves fast, and it’s funny. What more could you want?
5. Mars Express
Singularity cyberpunk made by French otaku who understand computers. With all the talk of AI this year, “natural” language, consciousness, and robotics. This stylish SF cyberpunk detective anime brings clarity.
4. Serpent’s Path
Two hopeless French people take revenge on a network of billionaire pedophiles. A dark, disturbing movie about getting someone like Marc Dutroux chained up in a warehouse. Originally a grimy V-Cinema revenge thriller, now an arthouse Euro thriller funded by The Belgian Tax Shelter…
3. Flow
A cat flees a flood in this incredibly 3D animated film. In Blender! So tense! Somber! Scary! Fun! A great year for silent movies, andThe Wild Robot and Robot Dreams qualify, but I like Flow best because Black Cat is so good!
2. Hundreds of Beavers
This movie has hundreds—probably thousands—of beavers. It’s incredible, a live action cartoon. Hilarious slapstick recalling Chaplin, Keaton, The Three Stooges, Looney Tunes, The Simpsons and Attitude Era WWF. The world is deep and multi-layered and the sheer fun of it all is incredible. Go watch it on Hoopla!
1. Do Not Expect Too Much from the End of the World
Hysterical, sad, profound, eerily prophetic. The end of the world is slow, a series of whimpers. People like us want money, food, sex, sleep, and trips to the woods. But our vampire overlords don’t care. They need flesh robots. A slow march toward species obsolescence. I can’t stop thinking about the line, “At least we’re not Americans. They made them work to death during a hurricane!”
Favorites From Years Past
And here are a few cinema classics I saw this year that I enjoyed.
The Rage (1997) – A genuinely deranged Gary Busey joint!
Pulse (1999) – Haunted by the ghosts of the internet
The Fall (2007) – One of the best movies of the century. 2007 is the best year for movies!
Scarface (1983) – The American Dream is cocaine!
Hands on a Hard Body (1997) – A brand new Nissan truck with all the accessories!
Hollywood Boulevard (1976) – Every movie is an exploitation film if somebody was exploited!
Ninja Scroll (1993) – More Ninjas!
The Apartment (1960) – You know it smells crazy in there.
Django (1966) – He’s got a frickin gun in that coffin!
Reviewing Selling the Dream by Jane Marie, A History of Multi-level Marketing Scams
Hey Hun! Jane Marie’s new book, Selling the Dream, discusses how Multi-Level Marketing schemes work and how to avoid them. This book is packed with information about a legal scam that steals billions of dollars from Americans every year.
The author’s investigation into Multi-Level Marketing scams (MLM) began in 2019 with her podcast, The Dream.
MLMs trick people into “starting a business,” but really, they resell expensive products.
MLMs claim they use “network marketing,” but really, they ask sellers to recruit their family and friends and offer recruiters a percentage of their sales profits.
MLMs promise stable, passive income but always fail to deliver.
The author synthesized her years of interviews, research, and investigation into a brisk non-fiction book that details the history of direct selling and proves that MLMs are a drain on society andone of the most profitable industries in America.
Classic Scams
Early direct-selling scams like Avon, Tupperware, and Nutralite (now Herbalife) pioneered the grift, and they’re still going strong. The founders of these companies all got rich, but the people selling the products are footnotes in the company’s origin stories. Marie’s book details the fiction of these company origin stories.
Women, in particular, are targeted for these scams. Friends and family recruit them. The asks start out small. Just buy some makeup, host a party, and take these vitamins…
But the money adds up fast.
The author demonstrates dozens of examples where people lose tens of thousands of dollars to these scams. Sources told the author that years of their life were wasted trying to sell useless junk.
The book offers two reasons why people stay stuck in direct-sales scams.
The sunk cost fallacy. They have already lost money and believe they must earn it back.
Big number blindness. There are not enough people on earth for everyone to recruit their quota. If everyone recruits 5 people, within just 15 cycles, the entire world is out of people.
Multi-level marketing scams teach their sellers to ignore all outside criticism. Sellers are told they’re “bettering themselves” and learning how to run a business. “Positive thinking” is rebranded as cutting ties with family and friends.
The scammers also leverage that if you give up, your social network might be mad at you because you recruited them into a scam. Truly evil stuff!
The author points out that as people became more desperate for flexible work (like during COVID lockdowns), America saw increased direct selling scams. These scammers preyed on people’s desperation.
Perhaps the evilest direct-selling company is Amway, hilariously short for the American Way.
Ironically, this court case paved the way for legal pyramid schemes. As long as the company can prove it sells products and doesn’t only incentivize recruiting, it’s fine. They can do both: sell products and incentivize recruiting.
And yes, Betsy DeVos, wife of Dick DeVos, an Amway heir, was named US Secretary of Education under Donald Trump.
It’s a legal scam that goes up to the executive branch.
Jane Marie’s book is the perfect introduction if you want to learn more about direct selling scams. It’s a great pick for readers of Cultish by Amanda Montell, the Reddit board r/antiMLM, or anybody who wants to know why their friend has a bunch of boxes in their garage full of junk they can’t sell.
MLM Red Flags
I’d be remiss if I didn’t include these red flags to help others avoid getting caught in an MLM.
🚩 Upfront Costs: It’s a scam if you must buy the product you’re selling or pay to sell the product.
🚩 Markups: A scam company sells normal products—like pills, clothes, or makeup—at a steep markup. The only differentiating factor is the MLM logo.
🚩 BYOC: Bring your own customers, like friends and family. If they want you to sell to your “network,” it’s a scam.
🚩 Complicated referral schemes: If you get paid a downline or a percentage of sales from your referrals, erroneously called commissions, that’s a scam.
🚩 Any Product: An MLM can sell any product or no product, including makeup, natural cures, essential oils, leggings, sex toys, water ionizers, “financial products,” and some “pass around money.”
Thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for an advanced review copy in exchange for a review!
Reviewing Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks and revealing the futility of time management
I’m staring down a to-do list twenty tasks deep. What if I can’t get it all done? What if it sucks? What if everyone gets mad at me?
I take a deep breath and remind myself of three simple truths.
“Nobody cares. Nothing matters. We’re all just dust on a space rock.”
Then I get to work.
A book that reshaped how I see the world and helped me find comfort in the futility of time management is Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman. This self-help book strives to teach the advantages of approaching time not as a resource we have but as an experience we get.
It might be the only time management self-help book that reminds readers to face the facts.
Life is finite.
No one is owed time.
You won’t finish everything.
Nobody really cares what you get done.
Things only matter if you think they matter.
Embracing life’s limits will help “manage” your time on earth. In this post, I distill some of the lessons that resonated with me, hoping you can apply them to whatever you need to get done and finally do it!
A Life in Four Thousand Weeks
First, a sobering truth. If you’re lucky, life is about four thousand weeks long.
The book’s title refers to the average human lifespan in weeks. Four thousand weeks equals about 77 years or 28,105 days. It sounds short, but it’s actually the longest thing you’ll ever experience.
In fact, humans have existed for hardly any time at all. Burkeman explains how the entire recorded human history is only about 6000 years or 312,000 weeks. While the earth and the universe have existed for much longer, humans are brand new in comparison.
Do you want to spend your 4000 weeks notching off a never-ending to-do list? Probably not.
Getting things done doesn’t mean you have fewer things to do; the opposite is usually true. The more you get done, the more you get assigned. Every time you finish a task, you prompt more tasks. Burkeman calls this “Sisyphus’ Inbox.”
Replying to emails can feel like pushing a boulder up a hill for eternity. You reply to every email in your inbox today. Then tomorrow it’s full again. Quickly replying to emails sets the expectation that you are always quick to reply.
What if you just don’t? What if you do what you must and forget the rest?
All Time is Free Time
If time is limited, what’s the best way to spend it? Perhaps it’s best not to spend it at all and instead experience it.
Mass agriculture and industrial production provide living essentials for billions of people. To keep these things running, society became increasingly complex, so clocks and standardized time were developed to keep everyone working on the same schedule. As such, we think of time as a resource, something we spend.
When we say we “spend” time, it implies that time has a physical quality, like money. Except it doesn’t. No one owns time. You could go to work, watch TV, or, unfortunately, get hit by a bus.
Avoid the urge to think of time as a resource. Burkeman explains,
“Once time is a resource to be used, you start to feel pressure, whether from external forces or from yourself, to use it well, and to berate yourself when you feel you’ve wasted it.” (18)
The saying goes, “Time waits for no man,” but perhaps it’s more accurate to say time isn’t owed to anybody. It might seem like your boss owns your time, but the unsettling truth is that time is not guaranteed.
In a way, this implies YOLO: You Only Live Once. But rather than an excuse to act recklessly, think of time’s finitude as an imperative to act deliberately. Knowing what you’re doing and why you’re doing it is the way to manage your time and your fear of the inevitable.
Instead of YOLO, what we really need is…
NOMO: The Necessity of Missing Out
When you dedicate yourself to finishing something, you are also dedicated to not doing something else.
Instead of feeling FOMO (fear of missing out), embrace NOMO (necessity of missing out). Burkeman explains it this way,
“Once you truly understand that you’re guaranteed to miss out on almost every experience the world has to offer, the fact that there are so many you still haven’t experienced stops feeling like a problem.” (35)
Sometimes, it seems like there’s not enough time because we choose to focus on too many things. Adding things to a to-do list gives the illusion of productivity, just as starting projects gives the illusion that they’ll eventually finish. It’s like that Onion headline.
Instead, we all must prioritize getting done what is really important. Burkeman articulates Three Principles of Prioritization:
Pay Yourself First — Make it a point to spend part of each day finishing the most important thing to you. If it’s being a good parent, spend time with your kid! If it’s losing weight, work out! If it’s writing a novel, write your pages!
Limit Your Work in Progress — Focus on the tasks at hand. Don’t let yourself get caught up in the fantasy of doing lots of stuff. Instead, choose a maximum of three projects to work on simultaneously. Once you finish the three,
Resist the Allure of Middling Priorities — Once you know what you want to achieve, ignore everything else. Maybe you can’t have a clean kitchen and a finished novel. If the novel’s more important to you, remember that nobody really cares about the dirty kitchen!
The urge to consume extends toward leisure time, too. Ever notice how some vacations leave you more exhausted than going to work? Knowing that you will only be somewhere briefly prompts regret and longing.
But what if it didn’t? What if you prioritize relaxing, having fun, and experiencing something new? It’s much easier said than done, but we’ll always remind ourselves to live in the moment.
Pain, Distractions, and the Future
And yet, doing stuff is hard! We still (hopefully) have 4000 weeks to do stuff. So a lack of time isn’t the only thing preventing us from accomplishing our goals.
Other psychological blocks prevent us from getting things done. Burkeman names these in hopes that identifying them can help us overcome them.
Pain — Doing good work hurts. It brings shame and inadequacy, “What if everyone hates this!” We must accept that nothing is perfect, and striving for perfection is a path to guaranteed pain. If you can accept that you won’t be perfect and embrace that you might suck, that can actually get you over the hump.
Distractions — A tiny computer in my pocket constantly calls me to watch a funny cat video. This is a great excuse for not getting things done. It’s social media’s fault! I’m not to blame! And yet, eventually, I must take ownership of my actions. I’m choosing to look at the funny cat videos because doing difficult things is uncomfortable. It hurts to be bad at things. If I can accept this and remember I’m in control of my actions, I can get more done.
The Future — Ultimately, the pain of inadequacy and the urge for distractions could be seen as fear of the future. What if I get it all done and still have more to do? What if I get everything done, and it sucks?
The pain of failure, the distractions of pleasure, and the anxiety that haunts the future prevent us from achieving our true purpose in life. But what if they stopped? Or, what if we could control how we react to these things? Could this get us closer to achieving our dreams?
Time Trades
If I can convince you of anything in this post, I hope it’s this: spend three minutes and twenty-six seconds listening to “Time Trades” by Jeffrey Lewis.
I really like this song. A lyric that resonates with me,
“You have no choice you have to pay time’s price
But you can use the price to buy you something nice”
This song asks us to embrace our finite lives! We must accept that we won’t get everything done or do everything cool. And that’s fine. If we’re gentle to ourselves and struggle through the difficulties, perhaps we can do something amazing. We can trade time for what’s most important.
This week’s obsession is hell hounds and devil dogs. The monster reoccurs from folklore across the world. What doth their omen foretell? How do writers use it in contemporary stories? And if the beast is real, how can we stop it? Keep reading…if you dare!
Encyclopedia
First, some historical hellhound context to identify and vanquish these beasts.
Cerberus
Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guards the gates of Hades, was first written down around 500 BC. He’s probably the most popular hellhound, a guardian of the underworld. But is he formidable? Hercules bagged him for a feat, and Orpheus played a lullaby to put his ass to sleep. Despite the three heads, this dog seems like a pushover.
Garmr
Garmr offers a Norse twist on an underworld guardian hound and introduces the word hellhound. As “the hound that came from Hel,” Garmr guarded the gates to the underworld, his fur covered in gore, “bloody on his breast.” Odin just sped past him on a horse. As seen above, Marvel’s New Mutants also encountered the big demon wolf once, and they also just snuck past it. Noticing a theme?
El Cadejo
El Cadejo, a South American myth popular in El Salvador, is a spectral dog that presents the duality of good or evil as white and black. When the dog has white fur and blue eyes, it’s benign, but if it’s black with red eyes, you gonna die. Remember this rhyme: Blue eyes and white, that’s alright; red eyes and black, you must stand back!
If you get attacked by El Cadejo, you’re toast. It’s a ghost dog. Weapons can’t hurt it. The dogs look for babies, drunks, vagabonds, and people with grudges, and the ghost dog picks them off lonely roads.
Black Dogs of the Isles
Black dogs of England are demonic ghost dogs, like the ones in South America. England reported devil dogs in almost every county. And they all have hilarious names, e.g., Barghest, Black Shuck, Bodu, Capelthwaite, Hairy Jack, Padfoot, Gytrash, Moddey Dhoo. The dogs approach much like a werewolf. They come out at night, maul passersby, and leave the whole town confused, not unlike the plot of American Werewolf in London. Avoid these creatures!
TLDR Secrets to Defeating Demon Dogs:
Hell Guardians: Surprisingly easy to beat! Sneak past them, use music or Ambien.
Ghost Dogs: Odds here are bleak. But if you can’t beat them, join them. Become the beast and pray for lupine revenge.
Books
Hell Hound | By Ken Greenhill | Paperbacks from Hell | 1977/2017
Hell Hound is a re-release of a forgotten ’70s horror pulp novel that genuinely creeped me out.
What happens when a dog becomes a killing machine?!
I’m a dog person. I love dogs. I’ve owned them. I watch videos of them. I hung out with one just the other day. But this novel showed me a dark side to dogs.
Baxter is one of those creepy-looking bull terriers. Sid’s dog from Toy Story. The type of dog who’s head looks engineered for biting. Here’s one on the poster for the novel’s French film adaptation
I see why the French liked this book. Baxter’s internal monologue is the same detached, selfish nihilism as Camus. When the dog decides to kill a person, he thinks to himself.
I understand that conditions change; that I must be able to control those changes…I don’t understand it. But I no longer fear things that I don’t understand.
The dog does nasty stuff. Baxter targets old ladies, babies, little dogs, and he befriends a teenage Nazi. Baxter only finds commonality with the teen fascist. They both are struggling to maintain their base, uncivilized impulses.
The humans around Baxter are unpleasant, a collection of suburban loners veering on insanity. An elderly neurotic, a couple stuck in a failed marriage, a porn-addict father who buys soiled panties at the thrift store, and a teacher who keeps a card catalog of every student’s forgotten lives and broken dreams. Perhaps Baxter is just mirroring the lead-paint society of the 1970s?
Today, in 2020s America, no one thinks of dogs as killers. People treat their dogs like children or perhaps royalty. It’s almost socially unacceptable not to like dogs, a preference magnified into a personality flaw.
And yet, with dogs exists a wolf. Dogs are trained to respect humans. And they can be trained to bite humans, too. There’s a reason prison guards weaponize dogs. Sharp teeth, vice-like jaws, surprising strength relative to size, and far superior speed to a human make a dog brutal to fight. The meme that pitbulls eat babies has some truth to it.
And we think of dogs as loyal. But Baxter believes it’s people who are loyal to the far superior species. He explains,
People have a great capacity for loyalty to those who seem to depend on them. I have benefitted from that loyalty, but I don’t understand it. Urinate on their carpets, chew up one of the objects they endlessly accumulate. They sometimes punish, but in their loyalty they always forgive. Does their loyalty have any limits? Some day I’ll know. Soon, perhaps.
And learn he does when Baxter gives up his freedom, becomes subsumed to someone else, and meets a gory demise. It’s surprisingly poetic and has much to say about a world run on petty cruelties. Hell Hound is an incredible book with excellent prose. I recommend it to anyone who likes horror novels.
Comics
Hounds | Sam Romesburg, Sam Freeman, Rodrigo Vázquez | Mad Cave Studios | 2024
Hound is an ultra-violent, anti-war story about British werewolves in WWI and a well-paced, provocative read.
Our narrator is a young boy, a child soldier, sent to the front line to defend Britain.
The hells of war will turn the soldiers into hellhounds. The illustrations are well rendered with keen perspective. The color palette reminds me of watercolors and 60s-era war comics, fitting for the balance between military and horror.
Our hero must confront the beast inside himself while trying to take over a German town. And the beasts that are his comrades in arms. When he encounters the werewolves, the combat is fluid and kinetic, with great sound effects.
At its core, the story confronts whether humans instinctually lust for blood. Does war awaken that in humans? Man’s latent cruelty may be the core of hellhound legends. Not what if a man is a dog, but what if a dog was as cruel as a man?
Another great release from Mad Cave Studios! They’re putting out cool comics. Check them out at your comic shop or on Hoopla. Thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for a review copy.
Film
Cujo | Lewis Teague | 1983 | Warner Brothers
How could I write about Demon Dogs without mentioning Cujo? I finally watched the 80s horror classic, and the crazed St. Bernard touches on a different fear than our previous hellhounds. What if a good dog goes bad? All it takes is Cujo sticking his head in a tree full of bats. Then, he loses all context and starts killing people. We humans try to forget that dogs can go crazy, too.
Pile of the Week
Finally, to cleanse the Bad Dog vibes, look at this dog reading a book. That’s nice.
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Reviewing Fact and Fiction about The Black Panther Party in the 1960s and 1970s
In honor of Black History Month, I discuss an art book about The Black Panther People’s Party, some novels about Black revolutionaries in the 1960s and 70s, and the film American Fiction.
Art
Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emery Douglas | Rizzoli | 2014 | Archive.org
The Black Panthers People Party was a political party of Marxist-Leninists fighting for Black power. Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emery Douglas examines art and illustrations curated from the Black Panther newspaper
The artist, Emery Douglas, explains how it all started with the pig. Huey Newton wanted a pig to represent the police so the drawing could be updated weekly with another abusive cop’s badge number. He tells the interviewer that it all compounded from there.
Douglas trained in advertising art at San Francisco City Colleges. And while he says his training was professional, he hardly takes any credit for his work. He insists the art was a collective culmination of the people and the party.
After founding in Oakland, CA, the Panthers openly carried assault rifles to protect their neighborhoods. The art reflects this, depicting armed militants waging counter-insurgency against an occupying force (The Pig).
Once it was illegal for Black men to carry assault rifles, the Panthers organized mutual aid, communities, political education, and electoral candidates, always rooted in material analysis. As the party expanded its mission, Douglas grew artistic techniques, experimenting with collage and illustration.
The art was overtly anti-capitalist. This collage juxtaposes the financial papers, corporate logos, and Gerald Ford to evoke the relationship between the market and imperialism.
Here’s Henry Kissinger and Richard Nixon laughing as a nuke cracks the center of the world. A message confident that the carnage abroad perpetuated the oppression at home.
The Panther Party was aware of problems right as they started, problems that still lack solutions. Here are illustrations propagating against the prison industrial complex as a new type of slavery. These were made right at the dawn of private prisons in America. Fifty years later, these problems have only gotten worse.
The Party also saw the need for socialized medicine, free clinics, and healthcare for all. The Black Panthers saw guaranteed healthcare as necessary for the health of communities.
Bloated police budgets wasted money on helicopters in the 70s, just like today. Again, imperialism fuels domestic repression. What happens to helicopters after a war? They get purchased by American police departments.
The book gives an excellent introduction to the Panthers. When we consider the party’s propaganda, we see a different story than the one usually presented in media, like the novels considered in this post. It also shows how a revolutionary Marxist party can use propaganda to convince the masses of material inequality created by capitalism.
The party advocated for ending poverty and the draft, funding universal healthcare, and defending against the capitalist class. This edge often gets sanded off the Black Panthers’ story. They approached a rigorous class analysis of America’s class hierarchy and saw that capitalists exploit Black people at home and abroad through imperialism.
I loved this book, and you can check it out for free on Archive.org.
Books
The Spook Who Sat By The Door | Sam Greenlee | Allison & Busby | 1968
When spies retire from spy operations, they often write novels to intervene in domestic politics. It’s a frequent fascination on this blog. I liked this book, but it is quite a strange piece of media, almost a cursed artifact.
The author, Sam Greenlee, claims he was the first Black person hired by the US Foreign Service, then became a trained propagandist for the US Information Agency (USIA). Most reportage assumes this is not something…bad. I do! To be upfront, I think signing up to do regime change in another country is evil.
While in Washington, DC, and looking for a government job to support him while he finished up his graduate thesis on Vladimir Lenin, he was recruited to a junior officer training program that led him to the US Information Agency. “A year later I was caught up in the Baghdad revolution,” Greenlee said, “and writing a thesis was the last thing on my mind.”
Another instance of humanity studies as a recruitment pool for regime change where the spies target scholars theorizing about overthrowing the state. This conference also sounds like chapter two of the novel, where Dan Freeman can outwit the competition because of his ability to present himself. He can read the commanding officer’s psychology and present himself precisely as they wish to see him.
During his years before writing in the 1950s, Greenlee facilitated regime change in Afghanistan, a reoccurring American foreign policy goal, and came into contact with Abdul Kharrim Kassim, explained in the Los Angeles Sentinel.
Greenlee doesn’t mention Kassim was overthrown by widely agreed CIA intervention and the help of a young Saddam Hussein, according to Radio Free Europe.
Thus, Greenlee is the basis for the novel’s protagonist, Dan Freeman, drawing on his experience as the token Black agency directors used to deny accusations of racism. The novel’s second chapter seemed inspired by these events, where Greenlee competes against Black professionals also being recruited for the CIA.
While I loathe praising a regime change propagandist, his novel is fun to read. Dan Freeman is the perfect mercenary. He uses the CIA to learn how to become a spy. With that knowledge, he retires and applies his pedigree toward work at “urban youth” charities in Chicago. He tells his funders he’s “helping Black youth.” And that might be true, but he’s doing that by teaching teenagers how to overthrow the state, guerrilla warfare tactics like rifle combat and small explosives, insurrection against the racist American government! And it seems to work. While the ending is ambiguous, Freeman succeeds.
In real life, the revolution did not happen.
In fact, through the use of criminal informants, law enforcement embedded themselves into activist organizations and criminal gangs. As Greenlee wrote this novel, the FBI and CIA infiltrated the Black Panthers People Party.
This novel became subsumed as another piece of propaganda in the “American race war” narrative of the late 60s. The FBI and CIA both promoted and censored the film, perhaps seeing it for a larger purpose.
Or, to put it another way, why was the novel “required reading” at the FBI academy, according to a quote in Our Weekly?
In perhaps the ultimate accolade, Greenlee had a chance meeting with Notre Dame star athlete and one of the first FBI agents of color, Aubrey Lewis, during which the pioneering Black “G-Man” revealed that “The Spook Who Sat by the Door” was required reading at the FBI Academy in Quantico, Va.
Greenlee had difficulty publishing the novel. After forty rejections, he published with a British house. But after achieving overseas publication, Dell Press, publisher of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, published an American hardcover and paperback edition.
Greenlee helped adapt the novel into a film during the height of the Hollywood Blaxploitation trend. Yet, since its release, the movie has been suppressed, and one still cannot buy a Blu-Ray.
Was some of the controversy cultivated by the CIA? In declassified CIA documents, there are positive reviews of the film in The New York Times, The Washington Post, and Los Angeles Sentinel, all linked here. Why are these in the CIA’s archive? Does it imply the agency placed these stories at these outlets? Strangely, the two most prominent newspapers in the country chose to review an obscure novel about an imaginary Black militant armed insurrection in America.
Perhaps it was an interagency beef with the FBI? The story is J. Edgar Hoover’s worst nightmare. It’s also, more or less Charles Manson’s Helter Skelter, the race war that Black people would “rise up” and indiscriminately murder white people. Race war is an imagined narrative, a boogeyman federal agencies use to heighten tension and keep people divided.
Before long Greenlee and his collaborators began to notice theater exhibitors truncating their runs. The manager of the McVickers Theater in the Loop told Greenlee that FBI agents had visited him and encouraged him to pull the film. “They would sit the exhibitor down and gently tell him that this film was dangerous and could cause all kinds of difficulties,” Greenlee said. He also heard rumors that agents had pressured United Artists to stifle the film’s distribution. The Spook Who Sat by the Doorhad lived up to its name, in Greenlee’s view, spooking those in power in the government and the film industry. Soon the film all but vanished from public view.
The strangest thing I found in my research was an actor in the film. Greenlee even recruited a Chicago Black Panther Party member, David Lemieux, to play Pretty Willie, the white passing gangster.
Lemieux insists he was the second youngest Black Panther Party Chicago chapter member. He’s also a veteran of the Chicago Police Department. In 1982, the same year the Back Panther Party folded, David Lemieux joined the Chicago Police Department and remained a law enforcement officer for 23 years as a detective. He had 25 harassment allegations before retiring in 2008, and today, he takes home an annual $60,000 pension. It is a bizarre and incomprehensible life path for a Black Panther to become a cop, who also just so happens to act in a movie about a Black militant insurrection written by a Fed. Lemieux maintains a cultivated legacy, closely tying himself to the history of the Panthers.
Why would the CIA promote this novel/movie if the FBI wanted to censor it? My guess is it gives an example of a violent representation of what the Black Panthers were doing, ignoring all the positive messages the group presented. In a way, it’s perfect propaganda for racists and Birchers to say, “They made a forbidden movie that will incite race riots!”
Will this novel/film incite riots? Probably not. Like all spy novels, it is a power fantasy, but one of Black power. Despite its suspicious origins, I still enjoyed it. You can borrow a copy for free on Archive.org.
The Kenyatta Novels | Donald Goines | Kensington Publishing | 1974
The Kenyatta novels are also about a Black revolutionary but written from the opposite perspective. That is, Donald Goines was the opposite of a CIA agent. He wrote most of his novels on heroin, some of them in prison. His publishers exploited him, his talent remained unrecognized until he died (and arguably, it’s still not recognized), and his life was abruptly ended when he was murdered at 37.
Anyone who’s read Goines’ novels knows that they’re incredible. The novels are experienced, emotional tragedies of American existence in Detroit during the ’60s and ’70s. His first novel, Dopefiend, is a harrowing look at the symbiosis of addiction and drug dealing inspired by the author’s drug dependence. White Man’s Justice, Black Man’s Grief, remains one of the best novels about the injustice inherent to America’s prison industrial complex.
I recently discovered his series character, Kenyatta, four novels about a Black revolutionary who attempts a domestic revolution. Goines named Kenyatta after the anti-colonialist revolutionary and Kenyan President, Jomo Kenyatta. And while the character captures the leader’s spirit, he does not succeed at overthrowing American repression.
Greenlee wrote from the experience of how to overthrow a state, while Goines puzzles his way through it. He realizes drugs are the key, the weapon the state uses to control urban populations.
Kenyatta is strictly against drug use and sale. In the second novel, Death List, he buys a list of every drug dealer in Detroit from an arms dealer and orders hits on the gangs and the mafia. After the FBI sends an army after him, he retreats to Los Angeles for a year, until Kenyatta’s Last Hit, when he does whatever he can to murder a federal drug supplier.
Kenyatta’s focus is admirable, even if it does get everyone around him killed. Goines was the subject of state repression, not the one carrying it out like Greenlee. He knew a Black American insurrection was impossible. America was built as a fortress to prevent a Black Revolution.
Goines is often said to have inspired gangster rap music and glorified violence. Although, I don’t think that’s true, as every novel I’ve read ends very tragically. The Kenyatta books are different. The author imagines an American Black revolutionary fighting for a better world through the metaphorical prison of addiction and poverty. Goines wrote all four of these novels in the year of his death, and I think they are the author at the top of his game. Finally, back in print, you can listen to all four on Hoopla.
Film
American Fiction | Cord Jefferson | Studio | 2023
While reading, I couldn’t help but think about American fiction. Monk, a Black professor, writes experimental post-modern fiction; he gets fed up with how the publishing industry represents Black people in American literature. His book can’t find a publisher because they imply he’s not Black enough. An “urban” novel, “We Lives in the Ghetto,” is a best seller and they want that.
When he has to pay for his mother’s nursing home, Monk gives it to them. He imagines a gangbanger named Stagg R. Leigh and writes “My Pafology” or “FUCK.” Publishers and entertainment executives portray Black men as violent criminals, gangsters, rappers, slaves, or clowns. So Monk gives them what they want. I notice how The Spook Who Sat By The Door and the work of Donald Goines fit into these troupes.
What’s subversive American Fiction is Monk’s entire interior life. Have you ever seen another movie about a Black writer struggling to publish a novel? Or a Black person dealing with the grief of loss? How about a Black person caring for an elderly parent? American publishers and movie studios deny Black artists the space to tell these stories. Percival Everett is astute to notice that representing all Black existence as trauma porn is diminishing, a subtle erasure (the title of the novel).
Maybe Hollywood is changing. Or perhaps the satire only works because things haven’t changed in American race (and class) relations since the novel’s 2001 publication or 1968.
Pile of the Week
This week’s pile has to go to Monk moving all of his books out of African American Interests to the General Fiction section in the film’s parody of Barnes and Noble.
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Oh, how I love holidays. And on Love’s Holiday, I consider strange love in a memoir, a romance novel, and a comic book about the true Harlequin.
Books
My Father, The Pornographer | Chris Offutt | Washington Square Press | 2016
Anyone can imagine the horror of finding your dad’s porno stash, but what if you find out your dad was secretly a hardcore pornographer? Chris Offutt explores the strange, illusive, and uncomfortable love of his father, the pornographer.
Chris Offutt is not a pornographic genre author but an Iowa Writers Workshop-educated AmericanLiterary Regionalist! He’s attuned to those awful, persistent emotions that come from living with erratic parents, the feelings sung about in The Mountain Goats album, Sunset Tree. When he calls his dad to share the good news that he sold a short story collection, his father sadly replies, “I’m sorry I gave you such a terrible childhood that you became an author.”
His father is indeed an odd one. Andrew Offutt wrote over 500 books with seventeen pen names. Almost all of his work is pornographic. Science fiction, fantasy, and erotic of every possible genre, virtually all of his work was sexually charged. He published a multi-book series of SF erotic with Playboy, a historical erotic romance with major publishers. Almost all of Andrew Offutt’s work is obscure or out of print today. He died resenting the literary establishment and even his son for finding literary success. The Offutt family personified the literary/genre divide.
The author recalls his childhood in Kentucky. A. Offutt ruled the house like a tyrannical shut-in, subjugating his wife and children into taking care of every household chore and locking himself in his office to write for 14 hours a day and churn out at least a book a month. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t fit into his Kentucky community. Chris Offutt cites a dozen people insisting his father was “a character!” He was a NEET in the 1970s. One neighbor described, “He put four kids through college without leaving the house.” He once told someone who lost an arm, “You better shut your mouth, or I’ll rip off the other arm.”
Yet Andrew Offutt was also a respected SF author and a member of the 1960s “New Wave.” His story “For Value Received” was published in Again, Dangerous Visions, Harlan Ellison’s second, famous anthology (in fact, as toastmaster of the 32nd Worldcon in 1974, he developed a lifelong, one-sided grudge against Ellison). Andrew Offutt used science fiction conventions to build a surrogate family and have strange sex. He and his wife participated in couples swapping. At cons, they completely neglected the children, leaving them alone in a hotel room with bread and Kraft singles. Strange stuff happens at Worldcon, man.
Offutt obsessively chronicles his father’s life and papers: his abusive letters to his family, his furious correspondence with authors and agents, his client list, and decades-long correspondence with bondage fetishists, who commissioned private porn for thousands of dollars. He looked at so much pornography it messed with his mind. He couldn’t feel attraction while immersed in his father’s archives.
The strangest thing C. Offutt finds: a 4000-page comic of drawn sexualized torture. A. Offutt tried to stop. He tried to throw all his terrible drawings into a river. But he could not stop. Drawing these things was a compulsion, or perhaps a release, as it seems all day Andrew Offutt thought about torture and murder.
How does one love a parent that acts this way? A relapsed and resentful Catholic with an alcohol dependency, intense pornography addiction, severe delusions of mania, guilt, self-loathing, a persecution complex, and no nurturing instinct. Andrew Offutt had his demons but never dealt with them. I’d argue constantly immersing himself in pornography made all of his problems worse. How could anyone be expected to love this person?
And yet, throughout the book, Chris Offutt explains how he did love his dad. And for many years, he wanted him to love him back, but he didn’t know how. A. Offutt’s fans adored him, bringing him strange gifts and buying his work, enabling this strange lifestyle. And his wife was loyally devoted to her husband. She loved a man who truly hated women, saw them as inferior, and struggled to repress violent urges.
Today, erotic writing is more popular than it’s ever been. Worldcon keeps generating more controversy, and most of the 60s New Wave all turned out to be weirdo Republicans. All Chris Offutt has with his father’s papers a lifetime of trauma and an excellent memoir. I highly recommend this book, and it’s on Hoopla.
While reading, I kept thinking of that Mountain Goats lyric,
“Some things you’ll do for money and some you’ll do for fun
But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one.”
Heartbreak Incorporated | Alex De Campi | Solaris Nova | 2021
The state sees marriage as a financial contract, a business. And when billionaires get married, that’s big business! So, who do the billionaires hire when they cook up a Marriage and Acquisition scam? Say you wanna marry an heiress and steal all her money? Who do you call? Heartbreak Incorporated.
A romance of many sub-genres. It’s a girl living in New York trying to make it as a writer, an enemy’s to lovers romance, a murder mystery, a spy plot!
It starts with Evie, our hapless protagonist, trying to make ends meet in New York. She got a journalism degree for a job that doesn’t exist anymore. She wants to break a big story but can’t bear the thought of hurting her sources. So when she interviews to be a secretary for the love interest and most handsome and fascinating man in New York, everything changes.
It’s an atypical Billionaire Romance love interest, Mishka, a Georgian who left Russia after the fall of the USSR and made his fortune in New York. He seduces people for a living, and his job is a mix of a divorce attorney, private investigator, gigolo, and sexual blackmailer. So yes, of course, he’s also ripped and hot. Then, about midway through, something crazy happens that makes this a paranormal romance, too! I can’t spoil it.
There’s a lot to love about this book. I liked how we always see the darker side of wealth: the plots and scheming, the backstabbing and betrayal. Of course, rich people pay someone to break up their unwanted marriages! And it turns out it’s the perfect premise for a multi-genre romance.
Check out Alex de Campi’s second novel if you love her comics. It was re-released today by Solaris Nova. Thanks, Solaris Nova and Netgalley, for the review copy.
Comics
Harlequin Valentine | Neil Gaiman (Words), John Bolton (Art) | Dark Horse | 2001
It’s the most Neil Gaiman urban fantasy story ever that’s perfect for Valentine’s Day. What if Harlequin, the wacky clown from the Comedia D’el Arte, nailed his heart to your door?
Gaiman’s tale personifies the Harlequin, a mischievous, devil demon theater troupe from 1263. He teams up with John Bolton, the artist on Books of Magic, to tell the tale with a strange art style. Sometimes photorealistic, sometimes abstract, some panels almost reminded me of AI-generated art in a cool way.
Harlequin finds his Columbina, a London woman with a pixie cut and a leather trenchcoat. He haunts her on Valentine’s Day when the stars align, and he’s most likely to appear.
Until, like all Gaiman stories, our hero realizes we are just floating through a world of endless signifiers that can mean anything so that we can define their meaning and wear the costumes, too. And she becomes Harlequin.
The archetype of Harlequin lives on in the 21st century. The most prolific and popular romance publisher, Harlequin Romance, pays tribute to the imp. Just as the English remixed Harlequin and paired her with Clown, DC Comics remixed her into Harley Quinn, the Clown Prince of Crime’s sidekick. In Suicide Squad, Harley acts like this character who dates back to the 13th century, a zany, loopy, silly court jester in love.
Gaiman and Bolton’s story is short and entertaining, with a helpful literary history lesson. It’s available on Hoopla, and I recommend it!
Pile of the Week
Every year near my apartment, people come outside and sell piles of teddy bears on the sidewalk. I’ve never seen anyone buy one. If I were rich, I’d buy them all.
The Book Piles newsletter returns to review a memoir, a novel and a comic book about finding truth in crime
Thank you for coming to the pile. Let’s consider the psychological impact of closely scrutinized murder.
Books
I Know Who You Are | Barbara Rae-Venter | Ballantine Books | 2023
Barbara Rae-Venter’s 2022 non-fiction memoir details a forensic genealogist’s quest to catch serial killers. With DNA sample left at the scene, investigators can match it with samples collected from millions of people. This book shocked me in ways few things do.
What shocked me is the conclusive proof that our DNA is not private. Enough people took at-home DNA tests (like 23 and Me), and because of genetic similarity between relatives, gene databases contain 90% of people’s DNA.
The author used this research technique to find the Golden State Killer, Joseph James DeAngelo. The former police officer admitted guilt, and a judge convicted him after being presented with every possible piece of evidence a prosecution could bring against a person: eyewitness testimony, material evidence, and a well-established and analyzed timeline. A true crime writer, Michelle McNamara laid out a clear timeline in I’ll Be Gone In The Dark. Unfortunately, the author died, and her files were given to other investigators.
I Know Who You Are continues the story of the apprehension and prosecution of DeAngelo. Rae-Venter specifies how DNA evidence was used to find him and how police got confirmation samples by swabbing DeAngelo’s car door handle and stealing a used Kleenex. To vastly oversimplify it, an investigator uploads a DNA sequence to Ancestry.com and compares it with other sequences on the site. Rae-Venter built thousands of family trees from possible DNA matches and then researched the individuals on the associated tree.
When they narrowed the suspect profile, the author explained that her co-investigator (a retired detective) couldn’t believe a police officer would do this. They assumed it was someone in the real estate industry who had keys to many locks. It’s just another ominous association between police and real estate.
Of course, it was a police officer. Employed by police departments in both Exeter and Auburn, CA, DeAngelo was a burglary unit officer. He likely learned how to break into houses by investigating many cases where people did just that. In a witness testimony, she recalled DeAngelo cursing his ex-wife and blaming another man for “making him do this.” How weird that, in this case, the actual criminal happened to be the police officer 🙂
The book isn’t just about the Golden State Killer investigation. Rae-Venter explains how she got interested in forensic genealogy, her family history and search for genealogical truth, other non-criminal investigations like reuniting long lost family members, and even tips for aspiring investigative genealogists.
And she confronts the ethical questions head-on, although I disagree with her conclusions. What makes a crime “true”? Can truth be stripped down to the base building blocks of human genetic material? Does one’s right to privacy get trumped by our collective right not to get murdered and catch murderers? These are the questions at the heart of DNA evidence.
The practical concerns are immediately relevant to sexual assault cases. Police departments with DNA evidence now have a much more reliable means of finding these men. The author imagines a future where this could upend how current assault investigations.
Investigative genealogy also has a place in the future of unarmed police response. The author and her co-investigator on the GSK case were both retirees. They solved a cold case for really cheap! Forensic DNA investigations only require biosamples, access to DNA databases and laboratories, and investigator hours. These were unsalaried volunteers. Now imagine a world where this technology scales up to a speed that can solve cases without decades of inactivity.
Of course, corrupt police and prosecuting attorneys can manufacture DNA evidence. Since the American justice system has a quota of people to send people to private prisons, I predict genetic genealogy will convict people than it exonerates. The police could say they found a DNA sample at the scene when they didn’t. How could a defendant falsify the evidence without access to samples or technicians? These are just some horrifying questions to ruminate on throughout the future.
Rabbit Hole | Kate Brody | Soho Crime | 2024
Rabbit Hole, Kate Brody’s debut novel, is a dramatized version of a true crime obsession gone awry. Teddy is a high-achieving English teacher and a woman on the edge. Her sister went missing about a decade ago, her family never dealt with the trauma, and the novel begins after her dad finally committed suicide after an obsessive investigation. Teddy seeks answers.
There are family secrets, a psychic, unprescribed pills, a cam girl, an estranged brother, an illegally purchased firearm, bawdy twists, shocking betrayals, and high-heat sex scenes. The calls come from inside the house, so it’s a domestic thriller but one set firmly in cyberspace. Our protagonist processes her trauma through experiences on the internet.
Reddit acts as a setting, a collection of deranged characters, and the book’s inciting incident. When Teddy pokes her toe in her father’s investigation, Reddit doxxes her, sending her to the titular rabbit hole. Brody fictionalizes Reddit threads and recreates the schizophrenic thrill of a Reddit investigation—look at all these connections and implications! There’s always a Reddit comment to drive somebody just a little bit crazier.
What’s gained from Reddit investigations? Those who dislike ambiguous endings should brace themselves because there are no easy answers or clear conclusions. Does Rabbit Hole make readers reconsider who’s on the True Crime message boards? Sure, there’s a bunch of obsessive freaks (take me, for example), but these traumas also impact the family members. The message boards call themselves “communities,” a misleading name for anonymous people data-mining a dead person’s most vulnerable personal information. These message boards even entice participation from a victim’s loved ones.
There’s the idea that, eventually, the investigation will crack, and the victims will get justice. And
I Know Who You Are offers an example, but I think Rabbit Hole provides a more emotionally truthful outcome to becoming an online vigilante. It hurts one’s spirit.
Comics
Where The Body Was | Ed Brubaker (Writer) | Sean Phillips (Illustrator) | Image | 2024
Brubaker/Phillip’s latest book is their funniest: a graphic mockumentary about how a dead body impacts a neighborhood.
The book begins with a map of Pelican Road, 1984. A Cul de Sac of just a few houses. But in the legend, notice #9. Spoiler: that’s where the body was found.
I grew up in a similar-looking cul-de-sac and had first-hand experience to attest that nothing ever happens here by design. A dead body? That’s something! Just being close to action gives these characters a strange new authority. They know where the body was. Listen to them! They must be important!
Maybe. Or what if the witness is a lying psychopath like Palmer Sneed, the “Man with a Badge.”
Palmer’s not a cop, but he acts like a cop. He resented his cop’s father and stole his badge from his casket to spit on him. Eventually, whenever he needed a confidence boost, he would flash the badge and get into or out of trouble. It helps him get laid. Of course, phony cops would get in the way of figuring out what happened to the body. But that’s just it. These guys come out when a body is found because dead bodies can be a conduit for their repressed vigilante tendencies.
Like Batman! There’s a diminutive parody of vigilantism and superheroes in The Roller Derby Girl, a.k.a. Lila Nguyen. In 1984, she dressed in a mask and cape, ran around the neighborhood, and pretended to be a superhero. Yes, that is weird, but not unheard of as something an American child might do since syndicated radio. So if a body is found,of course, the little kid playing superhero would need to fight crime and solve the case. Somebody has to do it!
The real crime fighters are trying to solve the case by pinning it on Ranko, the Homeless Veteran.
Because, come on, he looks like a criminal! He’s squatting on public property, and important people in town wish he were gone. He’s the perfect patsy.
I’ll leave you hanging there because this book was a blast! Fantastic art, dialogue, structure, colors, and vibe. Read it! Buy it at a comic shop, or if you’re broke, get it on Hoopla! Thanks, Image and Netgalley, for the Advanced Readers Copy.
Pile of the Week
This week’s pile has to be this sculpture of incredible birds sitting on top of books by Malia Jenson that I found in the Public Art Archive.