I have restless leg syndrome, ADHD, zero patience and thin skin, so of course I chose to be a novelist—something that requires being seated for long periods, focusing intently, and waiting months or years for rejection.
I know, it makes no sense. Fortunately, not making sense is trending these days, so my love of long fiction fits right in.
What makes even less sense is the fact that, up until very recently, I rarely even thought about writing short stories. Even the most avid novelists typically tinker around with "quick fiction" during breaks from whatever book they’re working on or whenever between novels. Me? Until a few months ago, I hadn’t written a short story since I’d been required to for a creative writing class back in college. That was nearly thirty years ago. (I attended college when I was six.)
It’s certainly not that I dislike short stories. The fact is, I read them all the time. (I like how they finish quickly and enable me to get back to working on my novels.) But yeah, I don’t know—I just never fell in love with writing them.
That’s all changed.
Long story short(ish), back in March the pandemic forced my agent to pause on sending my latest manuscript out to publishers in hopes of landing me a book deal. I realized it wasn’t going to be until after next fall (2021) before I could hope to see my next novel introduced to the world.
So I had a choice: I could just be patient and get started on my NEXT next novel while waiting for good news from my agent and then count down the many, many months until my book launch, OR I could start writing a series of short stories that would enable me to not only keep my writing muscles from atrophying but also keep my name fresh in readers' minds—before I get too old to remember what my name even is. And since I had already written my NEXT next novel (due out anytime between 2024 and the return of the dinosaurs), my decision was an easy one:
Go short.
And I’ve gotta say, I’m LOVING it. I’m also kicking myself for not having realized this sooner, for not having made short stories a regular part of my writing regimen all these years.
The list of reasons why I’m now enamored with short stories is long. I’ll keep it brief:
Short stories are a great way to revisit old fictional friends.It's a lot of fun hanging out with my previous protagonists and going on quick, new adventures with them. The difference between hanging out with them in a novel and hanging out with them in a short story is sort of like the difference between living with a friend for a year and going to Vegas with a friend for a wild weekend. You still get into a bunch of trouble and cause a lot of damage, but it's over with in a hurry—and frees you up to hang out with another crazy old friend the next weekend. (Or to make a new crazy friend and do fun, dangerous stuff with them.)
Short stories are perfect for giving new novel ideas a test run. Used to be whenever trying to decide whether or not a particular idea was novel-worthy, I’d desperately shake a Magic 8-Ball and see what answer would appear in the window of the wise plastic sphere: “It is decidedly so” or “Don’t count on it” or “Ask again later” or “Enough with the writing—get a REAL job, Greg” (Turns out my father had secretly tinkered with my Magic 8-Ball). As you probably already know, reading the words on a tiny polyhedron floating in a mysterious liquid isn’t the best way to make important decisions.
I’ve since discovered I can test out any potential book idea by writing a short story about it and seeing if it grabs me—and readers—enough to invest three hundred pages towards it. And while writing a short story takes longer than shaking a novelty gift, it’s a much more accurate predictor. Plus it doesn’t make a mess when I throw it against a wall in frustration.
Short stories can go big—FAST. Where in a novel you need to take time to establish the setting and explore the entire three-act structure and fully develop the protagonist along with several other key characters, such is not the case in a short story. The latter allows—and practically begs—you to not only start off in media res (in the middle of the action) but stay there right in the thick of the fun for most of the story—then ramp up from there with a shocking twist or two. When well executed, a short story takes a reader from totally captivated to completely riveted to “Whoa, she saved the entire world from Dr. Evil Genius’ tornado machine AND it turns out she was dead the whole time!” in less than half an hour.
Short stories are ripe for experimentation. While it may be risky to invest years of your life to writing an epic existentialist sci-fi-cri saga about a man from the future who travels back to the present and finds out he’s his own son, but writing such an absurdist tale as a short story could be a lot of fun—and probably won’t destroy your writing career. This is not to suggest you shouldn’t flex your creative muscles and play around with high concepts in your long fiction, too; I’m merely saying don’t write an epic existentialist sci-fi saga about a man from the future who travels back to the present and finds out he’s his own son.
I love drinking bourbon with my muse and brainstorming truly wild, inventive story ideas that will take me only a few days to write before I realize how insane they are and how much of a drinking problem my muse has.
Short stories provide quick gratification. Who has time to always write/read thirty chapters before revealing/discovering who the killer is? Sure, a great thriller or mystery novel is a wonderful accomplishment for an author and a rewarding read for a reader, but sometimes we all just need a good “quickie” to satisfy our literary yearnings. As much as I adore digging my way out from under a giant narrative arc and getting tossed about by a herd of wild, untamed twists for weeks or months on end, there’s something extremely gratifying about hopping into the writing/reading raft then shooting the rapids and finishing in time for lunch.
Short stories offer swift revenge.You know how you can’t help but fantasize about murder after your mechanic totally screws you on your car repair or your neighbor continuously disrupts your life with their power-tool obsession or a mask-less stranger coughs on you in the produce section of the supermarket? No? Well then you haven’t lived! Fiction is a wonderful way to kill people who piss you off, but very few writers besides Stephen King have the speed and skill to write an entire murderous novel every time somebody ruins their day. Short stories provide an immediate and healthy outlet for all our natural homicidal urges.
Got a neighbor who won’t lay off his circular saw while you’re trying to think? Simply write an eight-page tale about the mysterious murder and dismemberment of a tool junkie. Can’t get over how much your contractor charged you for the bathroom remodel he never finished? Write a short story about a serial killing tool junkie who dismembers contractors with his circular saw.
This way, the horrible people you encounter die only on paper and you get to feel better while avoiding prison. Everybody wins!
As infatuated as I’ve become with short stories, I’ll never abandon long fiction. Novels will always be my first love—at least until my mind goes and I can't remember what happened in a previous sentence let alone a previous chapter.
So ... what was I saying?
For some truly stellar short crime fiction/noir, be sure to check out the sites/zines listed below. (Many thanks to Chris Rhatigan—editor of the crime fiction journal All Due Respect and the co-publisher of All Due Respect Books—for his help in compiling this killer list.)
The first time I encountered S.A. Cosby’s writing, he was speaking it. I was attending a “Noir at the Bar” event at the Bouchercon crime fiction convention in Dallas last year, and Cosby gave a reading that tore the house down.
The fresh booming voice, the electrical charge and the emotional thrum I and the rest of the audience heard is the same voice and charge and thrum a reader “hears” whenever reading Cosby’s work themselves. This goes double for his stunning and widely acclaimed new novel, Blacktop Wasteland(Flatiron Books). I’d need a whole separate website to fit all the raving testimonials the book and Cosby have received from some of the biggest names in crime fiction since it launched last month. Here’s just a tiny sample:
“Blacktop Wasteland is an urgent, timely, pitch-perfect jolt of American noir. S. A. Cosby is a welcome, refreshing new voice in crime literature.” ―Dennis Lehane
“…S. A. Cosby reinvents the American crime novel. … Blacktop Wasteland thrums and races―it’s an intoxicating thrill of a ride.” —Walter Mosley
“Sensationally good―new, fresh, real, authentic, twisty, with characters and dilemmas that will break your heart. More than recommended.” ―Lee Child
Now, you may be thinking, Wow, why would a big new breakout novelist like Cosby waste his valuable time doing an interview with someone like Greg? It’s okay—I thought the same thing. But then I remembered how generous, humble and good-natured Cosby has been with me—and everyone —ever since I met him on Twitter last year, and I realized it’s no surprise at all that he agreed to be here today.
So let’s get to it!
Welcome, S.A.! And huge KUDOS on Blacktop Wasteland.I can’t remember the last time I saw a neo-noir novel garner as much praise and accolades as your book has. (Well deserved, I must add.) Has all the attention and buzz been a dream come true, or totally terrifying? Or both?
SA: It’s been an amalgamation of fear, excitement, surrealness, and a smidge of inebriation.
When did you know you had something really special cooking with this book?
SA:Like most writers, I often think I’m just barely treading water, but I will say there is a section towards the end of the book where I felt like maybe just maybe this story was pretty good. If you’ve read the book its the scene with Ronnie and Bug in the cornfield. That was when I thought I’d found the rhythm.
I have read that scene, by the way, and yeah, it’s damn good. Moving on: The book—like the muscle cars featured in it—is a fast machine that takes readers on a wild, dangerous ride. How much research was involved in nailing the life of a world-class getaway driver? Was it your love of cars that compelled you to write the book, or was something even bigger driving you?
SA:I grew up around cars and shade-tree mechanics who liked to test there engine building skills against each other from time to time in drag races, so I had a somewhat tertiary appreciation for high-level driving. In addition to that, I’m a huge fan of chase movies or films with great chase scenes But I also wanted to talk about the complexities of tragic and toxic masculinity and how those issues intersect with how we find our own identity.
Is there something in particular you hope readers will take away from reading Blacktop Wasteland, or do you simply want them to enjoy the ride?
SA: I hope readers will gain a bit of an understanding about how desperate generational poverty can make a person. A lot of people will tell you to pull yourself up by your own bootstraps but ignore the fact you are barefoot. But I hope it’s also a fun ride. As they say, a spoonful of honey makes the medicine go down.
Switching gears a little, do you feel enough is being done with regard to diversity in publishing—specifically with regard to bringing new voices to crime fiction? What more would you like to see?
SA:I think there have been great strides in bringing more diverse voices to the table, but my hope is that this movement isn’t viewed as a trend. It needs to become a part of the general fabric of the publishing business.
I personally love reading and writing noir—stories told from the perspective of “criminals” who have a heart. What does noir mean to you? What do you like most about writing it?
SA:I think noir can be defined as bad people doing bad things for the right reasons. I find that fascinating. The ways we compartmentalize our morality for what we consider the greater good. In a way, that is similar to the term hardboiled—but to me the difference is that in a hardboiled story the hero survives and perseveres. In a noir tale the hero is damaged, broken on the inside in ways that never heal.
The only thing more captivating than reading your writing, S.A., is having YOU read your writing out loud. You've developed quite a reputation for powerful and entertaining public reads—is that something you've had to work hard at or does it come naturally to you?
SA: Well I was a drama club kid in school, so I guess I retained a little bit of the performance bug from my days reciting Shakespeare, lol. But I always attempt to write in a way that replicates actual speech, so I often read what I've written out loud to myself so doing a live reading comes pretty naturally to me.
Who are a few of your favorite authors and/or biggest influences as a writer?
SA:As far as crime fiction goes I have to say Walter Mosley and Dennis Lehane. They are on my Mount Rushmore of crime fiction. But one of my early influences was Stephen King. His naturalistic style and plain-spoken syntax, even while describing Eldritch horrors had a big impact on me. Also, I was influenced by the late Ernest J. Gaines, a masterful writer of the black southern experience.
I’m sure you have your hands full with this big launch for Blacktop Wasteland, but can you share a little about what you’re working on now?
SA:Currently I’m in the editing stage of my next book, a revenge novel tentatively titled Razorblade Tears, about two fathers—one black, one white, both ex cons—who return to their violent ways to investigate the murders of their married gay sons who were murdered in what appears to be a hate crime. While seeking vengeance the two men also attempt to redeem themselves for their callous way they treated their sons because of their sexuality.
Is there anything you were hoping I’d ask but didn’t?
SA:I was wondering if you were going to ask how I came up with the title, lol. It's a play on T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land.
Cool—I love that poem and I own the book. Still, I dig YOUR book even more, S.A. Thanks for taking the time to chat about it, and for sharing your insight. Wishing you continued success with your writing career—which is currently a rocket blasting straight through the stratosphere. Please remember the rest of us here on Earth!
I try not to write too many posts aimed mainly at writers, since most of the folks who read my blog aren’t fellow scribes. Occasionally, though, things happen in the world that compel me to address my writing brethren—to comfort and console them, to commiserate with them, and, every once in a while, to light a fire beneath their ass as well as my own.
Today is one of those fire-lighting times. (I almost went with “ass-fire times” but the image it conjured left much to be desired.)
Several writer colleagues of mine—particularly fiction writers—have expressed how torn they’ve been feeling lately about working on their novel or short story or any other form of creative writing. To be clear, these writers aren’t struggling with the writing itself; that is, they’re not having issues with coming up with ideas or getting into a flow. And it isn’t that they can’t find the time to write. Rather, they’re wrestling with the guilt they feel while writing. They’re questioning whether fiddling around in fictional worlds is something they—or anyone else—should be doing right now, considering the real world is in the grips of historic turmoil.
Such “writer’s guilt” is understandable. I completely get it. Hell, up until recently, I completely experienced it. However, I’m pleased to report it no longer has the same hold on me as it did a couple of months ago. It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve learned how to overcome the guilt that’s wreaking havoc on writers (and artists and musicians—and basically anyone else who takes pleasure in a creative pursuit) during these turbulent times.
Now, It’s important to point out that overcoming writer’s guilt is NOT the same as not giving a damn about anything other than your own writing. Not even close. Continuing to create in a world full of mayhem and hate is an act of courage, not of selfishness. Your imagination is a weapon that, when wielded properly, can heal humanity.
How so? I’m glad you asked. ...
Stories provide refuge for people in need of—and deserving of— escape.For many, the only way they can take their mind off of the harshest realities is through reading fiction. And not just fantasy or cozy fiction. I know lots of folks who turn to horror novels or psychological thrillers or some other dark genre to help provide cracks of light in a world that often feels pitch-black.
And to those of you who feel “reader’s guilt” while enjoying a good book, go easy on yourself. Escape does not equal apathy or complacency. I personally know several dedicated medical professionals and a few ambitious activists who, when on a break from treating patients or leading protests, sink into a novel, a short story, some poetry. They escape into new and different worlds so that they can live to fight another day in the world outside their windows.
Stories remind readers of the strength of the human spirit. In addition to providing a healthy and necessary means of escape, stories refuel readers. Inspire them. Even transform them. Doesn’t matter if it’s an epic hero saga or a gritty crime novel; every well-told story introduces us—the reader—to a main character with the odds stacked against them and something or someone standing directly in the way of what they’re dying to achieve.
Stories give us underdogs who refuse to stay down. They give us “bad guys” looking to make amends. They give us low-life’s aiming sky high, losers we can’t help rooting for. Stories stick us in the shoes of a stranger we already know and then put us through hell. Put us through fire. Forge us.
Go ahead, just try reading a novel like Little Secrets by Jennifer Hillier or Blood Standardby Laird Barron and NOTbe moved by the tremendous grit and compassion such stories exude.
Stories are a powerful medium for shedding light on and eliciting action around important social issues. You needn’t be a politically charged author-slash-activist to tap into the zeitgeist surrounding your story, thus adding power and agency to it and its characters. Few fiction enthusiasts enjoy being hit over the head with a writer’s political or social agenda, anyway. But unless your novel or short story is a radically fantastical one that takes place on a distant planet with alien beings in the distant future, it likely features humans living in a human world facing issues humans face—issues readers can relate to. Issues that captivate them and keep them riveted because they hit the reader right smack in “the feels.”
Authors like Attica Locke, Don Winslow and Alafair Burke write amazing, unputdownable crime fiction that isn’t necessarily about but centers around such systemic social issues as racism, police brutality, gun violence, and misogyny. These authors don’t write one-dimensional heroes who run around and solve major societal issues; rather they create multifaceted, flawed protagonists grinding it out in fictional worlds that mirror our real one. Worlds where humanity’s biggest problems are etched into the setting and inform each characters’ beliefs, thoughts and actions. More importantly, these authors demonstrate with great skill how it’s possible to tell captivating tales that entertain readers while simultaneously causing them to think about—and perhaps even take action around—things much bigger than the book they’re holding.
A writer not writing is a danger to themselves and others.Sure, a novelist could quit writing entirely to focus all of their time on trying to fix or heal society— and doing so would be a noble endeavor—but not all noble endeavors are necessarily smart or feasible. (Don Quixote, anyone?) Studies have shown that if a writer quits writing abruptly out of guilt, there is a 100-percent chance they will go completely insane and murder everyone in their neighborhood. (The studies were conducted by Harvard or Stanford or some other really important university, I can’t recall exactly. All I know is they were definitely conducted somewhere prestigious and are not just something I’m making up to support my point.)
Actually, just forget about the research I just cited and instead listen to Franz Kafka, who famously said: “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” For those of you who think Kafka was just being dramatic when he said that, talk to just about any writer’s family. Talk to mine—ask them how I get whenever forced to go more than 48 hours without writing. There’s a reason why my wife invested in interior doors that lock from the outside.
Now, to be clear, I am NOT saying writers should be excused from caring about the pandemic or from being active, socially responsible citizens who stand up against injustice. In fact, if you’re a writer, I strongly encourage you to take occasional breaks from your writing to check on your neighbors and/or give blood and/or donate food and/or volunteer virtually—and to definitely educate yourself about systemic racism and what you can do to help end it.
Just be sure to then take all the humanity and the heartbreak and the strength of spirit you witness and experience, and incorporate it into a story that reminds us of what it means to be alive.
YOUR TURN: Any of you writers out there been struggling with guilt while working on your fiction? And for you normal people, er, I mean non-writers, have you been experiencing a similar type of guilt over a creative pursuit you normally enjoy? Share in the comments section below. Then get back to creating.
I just want to lead off by saying violence never solves anything. That said, smashing things to bits can feel pretty damn good—especially when the things you’re smashing belong to the spouse who robbed you blind and destroyed your life just before losing theirs.
Don't worry, I'm not referring to anything from my life (though I do like smashing things to bits); rather to that of Odessa Scott—the protagonist from my upcoming (some day) crime thriller Into a Corner.
While we all have stuff to be furious about these days, few of us will ever become as furious as Odessa is throughout much of my book. At the start of the book we learn her dead husband—before getting dead—drained all their accounts AND the accounts of Odessa's widowed mother (Mama), then ran off with the cash ... and his mistress. Odessa found all this out the next day, when her husband and his mistress and every cent Odessa and Mama ever earned exploded. Talk about a change of fortune.
When you create a character who has a serious axe to grind with someone but that someone is already dead, you have to give your character an opportunity to vent in a healthy manner; otherwise they'll end up destroying themselves and all the innocent people around them before they reach even the middle of the story. Fortunately for Odessa, I came up with the idea of having her good friend Griff come up with the idea of giving Odessa the gift of catharsis ... by taking her to a "rage room" and letting her loose. For those of you who don't know what a rage room is, you are about to find out—and will likely want to visit (or create) one yourself afterward. If you do, remember to always wear a helmet and protective eyewear before beginning to obliterate everything in your path. Safety first.
The following is an excerpt from Chapter 14 of Into A Corner. It shows how, when pushed too far, even an artist who's all about creation will fully embrace destruction.
I swing the bat so hard, several of my thoracic vertebrae pop and crackle. The forty-inch glass screen implodes on impact. Shards skitter and glisten across the stained concrete floor. What’s left of the television screen is a web spun by a crystal spider. I stand there admiring the damage.
Through the spectator portal, Griff gives me a double thumbs-up. “Hell yeah!” he shouts, barely audible behind the plexiglass and over the Wu-Tang song blaring out of the speakers. Lucky for him, I’m not wearing the earplugs the owner of this place offered me.
Griff taps the partition and points my attention toward the Kawasaki in the center of the wrecking room. I look at him and shake my head till my safety helmet rattles out of position. “Not yet!” I yell through the glass while readjusting my helmet and goggles. “Saving the worst for last.”
The digital display on the wall says I have eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds left to destroy everything around me.
I’m off to a damn good start. Wayne spent half his waking life and most of his sleeping one in front of that TV I just demolished. Beneath my All The Rage-issued white coveralls and work gloves is all the sweat.
Eight minutes and twenty-four seconds left and I line drive one of Wayne’s golf trophies off a table and against the cinder blocks of the side wall. The little gold man bounces back toward me with a crushed skull, a lacerated spine, and none of the granite that allowed him to stand around showing off his swing for years.
I show off mine and send two more trophies flying disfigured across the room while several members of the Wu-Tang Clan shout about how they “ain’t nuthin’ to fuck with.”
The song holds a special place in my heart.
This room is all about rage, but it’s hard to resist smiling as Griff cheers me on. He’s matched my every smash, crack, and shatter with a booming exclamation of support. If this keeps up, the worst years of my life will give him laryngitis.
Seven minutes and sixteen seconds and the last remaining wedding photo. The only one that didn’t go through the shredder in my studio months ago. I switch out my bat for a sledgehammer, then switch out the sledgehammer for a golf club because irony. Besides, ten pounds of steel to obliterate a marriage is overkill. Plus there’s no need to hurt myself. Getting injured over Wayne would raise my rage to a level not even a place built for it could handle.
I pick up the framed photo and fold its stand flush against the back of the frame, then lay it flat on the oak table. The tabletop is scarred with scratches, dents, and gouges from All The Rage’s previous satisfied maniacs.
Wu-Tang switches to The Clash. I raise the nine iron over my head machete-style and bring it down on the thin panel of glass no longer protecting Wayne’s face on the happiest day of his life. The opposite of wedding bells pierces the air as the frame’s edges detach and hurtle toward the four corners of the earth. Most of the glass panel is now scattered in assorted shapes and sizes across the table and floor. The rest of the glass is slivers and sand pinned between the head of the nine iron and the head of Wayne. My smile and wedding dress have escaped with just a few scratches and glass splinters. I go to lift the club but the edge of its head is stuck in a groove behind what’s left of Wayne’s face. A tug releases the weapon from the oak surface underneath and I smile like King Arthur, then search for what to slay next as I catch my breath.
Griff’s “woohoo!” and “go get it, girl!” competes with The Clash’s “Straight to Hell.” The song list was my creation. This has all been carefully thought out and choreographed. It’s the opposite of my life.
Out of the corner of my goggles, Ray, the owner of All The Rage, has joined Griff in the spectator portal. The two bump fists and start chatting like a silent movie. Ray looks like Denzel Washington and Bruce Lee had a baby and told that baby to work out a lot and shave its head when it got older.
With five minutes and fifty-three seconds left, I don’t need this kind of distraction.
Ray points at Griff’s new watch and says something while nodding. Griff nods with him, gives him a closer look at the watch, then points at me. I avert my eyes as the two of them peer through the window at my kindness and mayhem.
It’s time for the bowling ball. Wayne didn’t bowl. The ball isn’t his—it’s included in the Deluxe Destruction package. The blood-splatter pattern painted on the ball is a nice touch. Ray was kind enough to help Griff and me set Wayne’s stupid rare beer bottle collection up as a double-decker ten-pin bowling installation against the back wall when we arrived earlier. He even threw in a thin ceramic tile to separate the two layers of bottles, for free. But I didn’t come here to think about Ray or his generosity. Or his Zen-like ruggedness or his wild stallion glutes.
I pick up the bowling ball that’s not a bowling ball but Wayne’s severed head and stand close enough to the bottles to read their labels. Griff and Ray urge me on, roaring over The Clash’s chorus of hell as I take aim. With two fingers stuck through Wayne’s eye sockets, my thumb shoved up his nasal cavity and my weaker hand supporting the rest of his head, I step toward the glass pins, rear my arm back, and release.
Gutterball. But the smack and whirr of Wayne’s head hitting and rolling across the concrete floor before bashing against the cinderblock wall behind the bottles was almost worth the boos now coming from the spectator portal. Wayne’s decapitation rolls back to me. I bend over, pick it up, and turn around to stare down my taunters, but a tiny laugh escapes my scowl.
Ray’s beauty is ruining my temper tantrum. His kind eyes and smile are sucking the life out of my anger, spoiling my desire for violence and displaced aggression. So I turn around and think back to Wayne telling me he’ll be working late again hours before he exploded. I think back to seeing the checking account statement the next morning. I think back to hearing about who was in the car with him.
His head leaves my hand like a cannonball and turns the stacked bottles into a terrorist attack. Every microbrew Wayne ever bragged about now mimics what was left of the windshield in the photos the police showed me. Only this time I’m grinning the width of my goggles instead of shrieking like a brand-new widow.
“Strrriiiiike!” shouts Griff from the spectator portal. “Fuck yeah!” And if he doesn’t stop pounding his appreciation against the portal window, there’s going to be even more pieces of glass for Ray to clean up when we leave.
I turn around and flex, then do a little celebratory jig, shaking my booty a little more than I probably would if Griff were alone in the viewing booth. Ray gives me a thumbs-up and goddamn it another smile. If he doesn’t get the hell out here and leave us alone, fat chance of me mustering up the kind of unbridled fury I paid good money to finish off with.
I turn around and approach the Kawasaki. Griff and Ray slap their palms against the plexiglass and shout out inaudible words of encouragement. I do my best to block them out with thoughts of Wayne paying for the motorcycle with money he secretly siphoned from my dead father. Thoughts of Mama losing her house. Thoughts of Mama losing her mind.
The Clash switches to Rage Against the Machine just in time.
Three minutes and forty-one seconds and a crowbar. I pick it up from the weapon station and grasp it so tight it’s a part of me. Even with Zach de la Rocha shouting the heavy-metal rap of “Bombtrack” beyond the limits of the volume bar, my ears are hungry for louder. One swing of my steel appendage, and the Vulcan 900’s headlamp is a head-on collision. A swipe above the width of the handlebars beheads both mirrors like a Samurai and sends them sliding across the floor to mingle with the glass-and-ceramic remains of my previous victim.
More joyous cheers from the box seats force me to watch Wayne pulling up the driveway on this beast two years ago, calling me out to brag about its fierce power and beauty, promising me I won’t regret his unilateral decision.
He’s finally right.
With enough downward force to knock a lighter bike into hell, I bring the crowbar down on the gas tank and almost regret not heeding Ray’s earplug advice. The ringing makes it harder to hear the motivational distortion and screams of “Bombtrack,” but not even possible deafness can ruin the aluminum carnage for me. I grin at the huge dent and gash in the tank, imagining Wayne’s reaction. He gives me a smirk and asks if that’s the best I can do. My reply is another deathblow to the tank, then one to the taillight, two to the exhaust pipe, and who knows how many to the midsection. But enough to knock the motherfucker’s metal heart out.
One minute and fifty-three seconds and oxygen. Not enough of it. Not to fill my lungs or to lift a finger, let alone a crowbar.
So this is what total muscle failure feels like. Success.
The concrete cools my back through my coveralls and damp shirt. I didn’t realize how high the ceiling was before. My chest heaves toward it to bring air inside. Gas and oil fumes get mixed in despite me draining everything out last night. Now I understand why Ray rejected my request to bring my acetylene torch to this session.
My helmeted head falls to the side. Through the spokes of the rear wheel there’s the battered engine, lying motionless on the other side of the bike’s upright carcass.
Griff is overjoyed someplace I’m too tired to look.
Rage Against the Machine switches to Gloria Gaynor, but I’m still struggling to catch my breath. Having a coronary during “I Will Survive” would be humiliating and ruin an otherwise wonderful tantrum. I roll my head to the other side of the floor and catch Griff following Ray out of the viewing portal. Despite my urge to fake unconsciousness and steal a little CPR action from Ray, I sit up, then struggle to my feet and take in all the beauty of my unnatural disaster. Hurricane Odessa has been downgraded from a Category 5 to a mild tropical storm.
And time’s up. The buzzer on the digital display says so.
“You okay?” asks Griff, bounding from the padded door Ray’s holding open for him.
Doubled over, panting, I give Griff a raised fist and a “yup,” then return my torso to its fully upright position and pretend to breathe normally as Ray enters the wrecking room, closing the door behind him.
“You sure?” Griff asks.
I nod again and remove my helmet so he can see my eyes begging him to help me look like I have my shit together.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the excerpt and are now counting the seconds until Into a Corner comes out, which should be sometime between Fall 2021 and Summer 2050—depending on my agent’s success landing a nice deal for it. (She’s starting the submission process very soon and she’s a rock star, so stay tuned.) If you’d like to learn a little more about—and read some additional pages from—the book, I posted an earlier excerpt a while back, and another one before that, and ANOTHER one even before that. (What can I say, I'm a giver.)
As for cool crime novels that are available NOW, it just so happens I recommended a couple by badass authors in the latest issue of my newsletter today. Those books/authors include:
Coyote Songs by Gabino Iglesias. As poetic as it is visceral, Iglesias' second novel howls its song and rips into our social fabric and fabrications like few other books dare to do. It's a story as old as injustice but as fresh as tomorrow. Don't just take my word for it. Here's what Booklist has to say about this up-in-your-grill cult masterpiece: "Coyote Songs is gorgeously written, even when Iglesias is describing horrible things."
Whisper Network by Chandler Baker. Yes, Chandler Baker lives in the same city as I do (Austin). No, I don't know her. But after reading this phenomenally sharp, smart and witty thriller, I'll likely seek her out (no, not in a creepy way) for an interview over drinks once COVID-19 calms the hell down. Furious and hilarious has always been a great combo in my book; if you feel the same, then be sure to check out Baker's. It's Outstanding. Entertaining. Important. I'd list all the praise and accolades this novel has received, but that would require a book of its own. Read. It.
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I wasn’t going to post anything this week. After all, this blog is dedicated to crime fiction and the writing life; not to current events and social change. Thus I didn’t want to distract from the important conversations, essays and articles being led/written by individuals much more qualified than I to address the injustices and civil protests seen across America (and the globe) in recent weeks.
But then I thought maybe I could add to the conversation rather than distract from it by putting aside crime fiction this week and instead writing about my own experiences as an aspiring anti-racist. (No, by “aspiring” I don’t mean I was a racist and then tried not to be; rather that I’ve always considered myself to be an inclusive and open-minded humanist but have realized that, when it comes to race and institutional racism, I still have a lot to learn.) So, I started to write an open letter—to myself—calling myself out for past indiscretions during interactions with black (and other POC) friends and acquaintances. However, about a thousand words into my letter, I realized two things: 1) it was a rambling mess; and 2) I had somehow managed to take the critical events currently happening in and beyond the US … and make them about ME.
So I nixed the letter, and did some more thinking. Then I realized there was a way—a simple one, really—for me to show support for the #BlackLivesMatter movement via my blog while also keeping the blog focused on crime fiction … all without making the whole damn thing about me.
So, without much further ado, I’m honored to share with you a list of 33 black authors of crime fiction everyone needs to read. Mind you, this is by no means an exhaustive list. Nor is it simply my list. While I have read and immensely enjoyed works by each of the featured authors, they are widely considered to be amongst the most influential and talented writers of their respective generation. Point is, each author listed is an outstanding writer (not just an outstanding black writer). I’ll leave it to you to explore each and discover some new favorite authors/books—and revisit some old ones.
Wherever possible, I’ve provided links to the authors’ official websites so that readers may learn more about each writer and check out their books (and hopefully BUY some!). For the authors who don’t have a formal website, I’ve provided a link either to their Amazon page or to their profile page on the African American Literature Book Club’s website.
Chester Bomar Himes was the twentieth century’s most prolific black writer and masterfully captured the spirit of his times, confronting sex, racism, and black identity. In his best-selling novel, If He Hollers Let Him Go, Himes created a brutally frank portrait of racial politics, but he became famous for his acclaimed Harlem Detective series. In 1958 he won France's Grand Prix de Littérature Policière. Two of his novels were made into feature films: Cotton Comes to Harlem directed by Ossie Davis in 1970 and A Rage in Harlem starring Gregory Hines and Danny Glover in 1991.
In 1969, fleeing oppression, Himes moved to Moraira, Spain, where he died in 1984 from Parkinson's Disease.
Although Eleanor Taylor Bland was 48 when her first crime novel—Dead Time—was published in 1992, it's hard not to consider her a true pioneer of crime fiction. This is thanks largely to her groundbreaking protagonist, Marti MacAlister—a black female police detective working in a Midwestern American town. With MacAlister, Bland created a tough yet beloved heroine who defied the stereotypes of African American women in U.S. popular culture.
Bland was highly skilled at bringing in characters who had remained on the periphery of or completely missing from the crime fiction of her times. And in doing so, she greatly broadened the appeal of the genre and inspired countless authors of color to follow in her footsteps. Just as gritty and as resilient as her characters, Bland was diagnosed with Gardner's disease in the 1970s and was told she had only a few years to live. She fought that disease and had several bouts with cancer, and didn't succumb until June 2nd, 2010.
Iceberg Slim, also known as Robert Beck, was born in Chicago in 1918 and was initiated into the life of the pimp at age eighteen. He briefly attended the Tuskegee Institute but dropped out to return to the streets of the South Side, where he remained, pimping until he was forty-two. After several stints in jail he decided to give up the life and turned to writing.
Slim folded his life into the pages of seven autobiographical novels. Catapulted into the public eye, Slim became a new American hero, known for speaking the truth whether that truth was ugly, sexy, rude, or blunt. Slim died at age 73 in 1992—one day before the Los Angeles riots.
Barbara Neely was a novelist, short story writer and activist who wrote murder mysteries. Her first novel, Blanche on the Lam (1992), introduced the protagonist Blanche White, a middle-aged mother, domestic worker and amateur detective. The book earned Neely an Agatha Award for best first novel in 1992; an Anthony Award for first best novel in 1993; the Go on Girl! Award from the Black Women's Reading Club for the best debut novel; and a Macavity Award for first best mystery novel in 1993.
In December 2019, the Mystery Writers of America named her their 2020 Grand Master winner.
Neely also won two awards for her activism. They include “Community Works Social Action Award for Leadership and Activism for Women's Rights and Economic Justice” and “Fighting for Women's Voices Award”—both from the Coalition for Basic Human Needs.
Following a brief illness, Neely died just this a few months ago—on March 2, 2020—at the age of 78.
Born and raised in Harlem, Grace F. Edwards was a beacon of hope, brilliance, and dedication within the New York literary scene. In 1992, Edwards became the first African American author signed to Doubleday.
She was the author of seven novels, including a four-book murder mysteries series featuring her best-known character, Mali Anderson. Edwards was the 1999 winner of the Fiction Honor Book award from the Black Caucus of the American Literary Association.
She earned her master’s degree in Creative Writing from the City University of New York, and was a YADDO fellow. Edwards served as a professor of Creative Writing at Hofstra University, Marymount Manhattan College, the College of New Rochelle, and Hunter College. In addition, she reviewed books for The Washington Post and The Los Angeles Times, and was the secretary of The Harlem Writers Guild. She stepped up to the role of director of the guild upon the death of its longtime leader, Bill Banks.
Edwards died of natural causes on February 25th of this year.
Attica Locke’s latest novel Heaven, My Home (September 2019) is the sequel to Edgar Award-winning Bluebird, Bluebird. Her third novel, Pleasantville, was the winner of the Harper Lee Prize for Legal Fiction and was also long-listed for the Bailey’s Prize for Women’s Fiction. The Cutting Season was the winner of the Ernest Gaines Award for Literary Excellence.
Her first novel Black Water Rising was nominated for an Edgar Award, an NAACP Image Award, as well as a Los Angeles Times Book Prize, and was short-listed for the Women’s Prize for Fiction. A former fellow at the Sundance Institute’s Feature Filmmaker’s Lab, Locke works as a screenwriter as well. Most recently, she was a writer and producer on Netflix’s When They See Us and the also the upcoming Hulu adaptation of Little Fires Everywhere. A native of Houston, Texas, Attica lives in Los Angeles, California, with her husband and daughter.
Walter Mosley is one of the most versatile and admired writers in America today. He is the author of more than 43 critically acclaimed books, including the major bestselling mystery series featuring Easy Rawlins.
His work has been translated into 23 languages and includes literary fiction, science fiction, political monographs, and a young adult novel. His short fiction has been widely published, and his nonfiction has appeared in The New York Times Magazine and The Nation, among other publications.
Mosley is the winner of numerous awards, including an O. Henry Award, a Grammy and PEN America’s Lifetime Achievement Award. He lives in New York City.
Kyra Davis is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Just One Night, Pure Sin and Sophie Katz series. Just One Night has been optioned for television by Anonymous.
Before publishing her first book, Sex, Murder And A Double Latte in 2005, Davis supported herself and her son as a marketing manager for a sports club. She studied at The Fashion Institute Of Design and Merchandising and Golden Gate University.
Davis now lives with her husband (director and screenwriter, Rod Lurie), her teenage son (proud science-geek and Hawaiian-Shirt-aficionado), dog (champion eater and guardian of the backyard…no squirrel will dare set foot in it) and gecko (the gecko doesn’t do much).
Gar Anthony Haywood is the Shamus and Anthony award-winning author of twelve crime novels, including the Aaron Gunner private eye series and the Joe and Dottie Loudermilk mysteries.
His short fiction has been included in the Best American Mystery Stories anthologies, and Booklist has called him “a writer who has always belonged in the upper echelon of American crime fiction.”
He has written for network television and both the New York Times and Los Angeles Times. He and his wife Donna currently make their home in Denver, Colorado.
Dorothy Koomson is the award-winning author of fifteen novels.
The Ice Cream Girls and The Rose Petal Beach were both shortlisted for the popular fiction category of the British Book Awards in 2010 and 2013, respectively. Her gripping domestic crime thriller, Tell Me Your Secret, has been a UK Sunday Times Bestseller.
Koomson’s novels have been translated into over 30 languages,
After briefly living in Australia, Dorothy now lives in Brighton.
Glenville Lovell is the author of four novels, several short stories and a number of prize-winning plays.
In 1995, his first novel, Fire in the Canes, was published by Soho Press to wide acclaim, as was his second novel, Song of Night, published in 1998.
Too Beautiful To Die, published by Putnam, introduced volatile black ex-cop Blades Overstreet as a new though somewhat reluctant hero, and garnered praise and comparisons to some of the most illustrious names in the mystery/thriller genre. This was followed by Love and Death in Brooklyn.
Born in a chattel house in Parish Land, Christ Church, a village on the island of Barbados, he grew up surrounded by sugar cane, shadows and word-magicians. With storytelling all around him: in kitchens, under flamboyant trees at night, in rum shops, he spent as much time picking dunks and golden apples from his backyard as he did "pickin' words from big-people mouths," as his grandmother used to say. Many of these stories turned up in his first novel Fire in the Canes.
Lovell now lives in New York and is currently working on a new Blades Overstreet book and another novel set in Barbados.
Paula L. Woods is the author of Inner City Blues and Stormy Weather. Inner City Blues won the Macavity Award for best first mystery, and was followed by other novels featuring its heroine—L.A. policewoman Charlotte Justice.
Woods has also edited an anthology of African-American crime literature and co-edited (with Felix H. Liddell) three anthologies of African American literature illustrated with African American fine art
She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and her boxer.
Valerie Wilson Wesley is the author of A Glimmer of Death (an Odessa Jones Mystery), to be published next year, as well as the popular Tamara Hayle Mystery series, three novels, and two paranormal romances under the pen name Savanna Welles.
Her novels and mysteries are published in Germany, France and the UK. In 2000, she received the Best Book award from the American Library Black Caucus Association—for her novel Ain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do.
Wilson is a former executive editor of Essence magazine.
Penny Mickelbury’s many books reflect her continued interest in the things that sparked her imagination as a child: History and Mystery. She's author of the Mimi Patterson/Gianna Maglione Mysteries—five books and counting—published by Bywater Books. In addition, Mickelbury has two novels of historical fiction, with more to come.
Mickelbury is the recipient of the Audre Lorde Estate Grant and a Residency at the Hedgebrook Women Writers Retreat. She was also a 2019 Inductee with the Washington Post Metro Seven into the National Association of Black Journalists Hall of Fame.
She lives in Los Angeles, CA, and her favorite activities are—no kidding—reading and writing. She also loves travel, yoga and swimming.
Frankie Y. Bailey, PhD, is a professor in the School of Criminal Justice University at Albany (SUNY). She studies crime history, and crime and mass media/popular culture and material culture. She is the author of five mysteries featuring amateur sleuth Lizzie Stuart and two police procedurals novels featuring Albany police detective Hannah Stuart.
Whether she is engaged in academic research and non-fiction writing or researching and writing crime fiction, Frankie’s mantra is “dig deeper.” She believes, “Every crime deserves context.” When making presentations to her varied audiences, she strives to engage, inform, and serve as a catalyst for lively discussions about social issues.
Robert Greer is, first and foremost a professor of pathology, medicine, surgery, and dentistry at the University of Colorado Health Sciences Center where he specializes in head and neck pathology and cancer research—but he’s also a damn fine crime writer. In 1986 he founded The High Plains Literary Review and continues to serve as its editor-in-chief. Greer has had dozens of short stories appear in national literary magazines, and has written numerous novels, including the popular The C.J. Floyd Mystery Series.
In 1983, Dr. Greer’s research group was the first in the world to report a synergistic link between smokeless tobacco use and human papillomaviruses in certain cancers of the mouth. That research is the basis for the plot of his novel The Devil's Hatband (Book 1 in the CJ Floyd series).
In addition to writing, medicine, and research, Greer reviews books for a Denver National Public Radio affiliate, KUVO, and raises cattle on a ranch in Wyoming.
Persia Walker is a native New Yorker who has spent a good deal of her life living abroad, including years in Germany, Brazil and Poland.
Walker has had a lot of jobs. She’s worked as a radio announcer, news writer, a freelance editor, book cover designer, real estate agent and diplomat-cum-armchair detective. (Really? Yes, really.)
Her books reflect her fascination with history and her love of those old black-and-white movies, a.k.a. film noir. Her stories are set in New York City, most likely because, despite her attempts at settling elsewhere, she really is a New Yorker at heart.
“New York,” she says, “is like that old lover you can’t quite get rid of. You know the kind. Most everybody has or has had one. You keep trying to end the whole thing, permanently, but it just keeps drawing you back.”
Walker is back in the United States, living in the Washington DC area with her extremely lovable marmalade tabby named “Sunday.” Walker has no plans to move overseas ever again. Then, again … hmm.
Terris McMahan Grimes is an award-winning author. Somebody Else’s Child, the first book in her Theresa Galloway mystery series, won an unprecedented double Anthony Awards for best first novel and best paperback original. She has also the won the Chester Himes Black Mystery Writers Award. Grimes’ work tends to focus on the African American family, particularly mother/daughter relationships.
Grimes grew up in West Oakland, where her novel Smelling Herself is set. She walked the same streets to and from Thompkins Elementary School that Bernadine—the hero of Smelling Herself—walked. Grimes has fond memories of growing up in the Chestnut Court Apartment Complex and graduating from McClymonds High School.
She earned a BA Degree in English from California State University, Chico, and is an alumna of the Master of Fine Arts, Creative Writing Program at Antioch University, Los Angeles. She writes from her home studio in Sacramento, California.
Leye Adenle, winner of the first ever Prix Marianne in 2016, is a Nigerian writer living and working in London. His short story “The Assassination” in the anthology Sunshine Noir was a finalist for the 2017 CWA short story dagger award. His novels include the critically acclaimed Easy Motion Tourist and When Trouble Sleeps.
Leye has written several short stories under his own name, and over a hundred satirical pieces under various other names.
Leye comes from a family of writers, the most famous of whom was his grandfather, Oba Adeleye Adenle I, a former king of Oshogbo in South West Nigeria. Leye has no intentions of ever becoming King.
Rachel Howzell Hall is the author of seven novels, including the critically-acclaimed Detective Elouise Norton series. Her standalone thriller They All Fall Down was published in April 2019 and pays homage to Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. The third in her Lou Norton series, Trail of Echoes, received a coveted Kirkus Star and was one of Kirkus Reviews’ “Books That Kept Us Up All Night.”
Her novels Land of Shadows and Skies of Ash (Forge) were included on the Los Angeles Times' “Books to Read This Summer” for 2014 and 2015, and the New York Times called Lou Norton “a formidable fighter—someone you want on your side.” Lou was also recently included in The Guardian's Top 10 Female Detectives in Fiction." Hall is also collaborating with James Patterson and BookShots on “The Good Sister” in the New York Times bestselling The Family Lawyer.
A featured writer on NPR's acclaimed Crime in the City series and the National Endowment for the Arts weekly podcast, Hall has also served as a mentor in AWP's Writer to Writer Program and is currently on the board of directors of the Mystery Writers of America. She was named one of Apple iBooks' “10 Authors to Read in 2017.”
She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and daughter.
S.A. Cosby is an Anthony award winning writer from Southeastern Virginia. His upcoming novel Blacktop Wasteland (due out July 14, 2020) has already garnered rave reviews from the likes of Walter Mosley, Lee Child, and Dennis Lehane, and is widely expected to by Cosby’s breakout book. His previous books—Brotherhood of the Blade and My Darkest Prayer—were no slouches themselves.
Cosby’s short fiction has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines. His short story “The Grass Beneath My Feet” won the Anthony Award for Best Short Story in 2019.
Cosby’s writing has been called “gritty and heartbreaking” as well as “dark, thrilling and tragic.” His style and tone is influenced by his varied life experiences, which include but are not limited to being a bouncer, construction worker, retail manager, and—for six hours—a mascot for a major fast food chain inside the world's hottest costume.
When he isn't crafting tales of murder and mayhem, he assists the dedicated staff at J.K.Redmind Funeral home as a mortician's assistant. He is also known as one hell of a chess player.
Oyinkan Braithwaite is the author of My Sister, the Serial Killer, which won the 2019 LA Times Award for Best Crime Thriller, the 2019 Morning News Tournament of Books, the 2019 Amazon Publishing Reader’s Award for Best Debut Novel, and the 2019 Anthony Award for Best First Novel. The book was also shortlisted for the Women’s Prize for Fiction 2019, as well as for the Goodreads Choice Awards 2019 in the Mystery & Thriller and Debut Novel categories, not to mention being shortlisted for the British Book Awards 2020 in two categories, and for the Book Bloggers’ Choice Awards 2020.
In addition, My Sister, the Serial Killer was long-listed for the Booker Prize 2019, and for the 2020 Dublin Literary Award. The novel is being translated into 30 languages and has also been optioned for film.
Braithwaite is a graduate of Creative Writing and Law from Kingston University.
Tracy Clark is a native Chicagoan who writes mysteries set in her hometown while working as an editor in the newspaper industry. She is a graduate of Mundelein College, where she earned a Bachelor of Arts degree, and the University of Illinois at Chicago, where she earned her MA.
Since reading her first Nancy Drew mystery, Clark has dreamed of crafting mysteries of her own, mysteries that feature strong, intelligent, independent female characters, and those who share their world. Cass Raines, ex-cop turned intrepid PI, is such a character.
In addition to her Cass Raines novels, Clark’s short story “For Services Rendered,” appears in the anthology Shades of Black: Crime and Mystery Stories by African-American Authors.
Clark is currently writing her next Cass Raines mystery and binge-watching “Game of Thrones”.
Kellye Garrett writes the Detective by Day mysteries about a semi-famous, mega-broke black actress who takes on the deadliest role of her life: Private Detective. The first book in the series, Hollywood Homicide, won the Agatha, Anthony, Lefty, and the Independent Publisher (“IPPY”) awards for best first novel, and was named one of BookBub’s “Top 100 Crime Novels of All Time.”
The second book in the series, Hollywood Ending, was featured on the TODAY show’s “Best Summer Reads of 2019” and was nominated for both an Anthony and a Lefty award.
Prior to writing novels, Kellye spent eight years working in Hollywood, including a stint writing for Cold Case. She now works for a leading media company and serves on the Board of Directors for Sisters in Crime. She also is a co-founder of Crime Writers of Color.
John Vercher’s debut novel, Three-Fifths, was published in September 2019 by Agora—the diversity-focused imprint of Polis Books—and was named one of the best books of 2019 by the Chicago Tribune. In addition, the novel was listed as a Best Debut Novel by CrimeReads, and was a 2020 nominee for a Lefty Award (for Best Debut Novel) as well as an Edgar Award for Best First Novel.
Vercher is a contributing writer for Cognoscenti—the thoughts and opinions page of WBUR Boston. Two of his essays published on race, identity, and parenting were picked up by NPR, and he has appeared on WBUR’s Weekend Edition. His non-fiction work has also appeared in Entropy Magazine and CrimeReads.
Vercher lives in the Philadelphia area with his wife and two sons. He has a Bachelor’s in English from the University of Pittsburgh and an MFA in Creative Writing from the Mountainview Master of Fine Arts program, and served as an adjunct faculty member at Chestnut Hill College in Philadelphia.
A writer since childhood, Gordon continued writing through college but put literary endeavors on hold to finish medical school and Family Medicine residency training. Her medical career established, she returned to writing fiction.
Gordon won a Lefty Award and multiple Lone Star Literary Bloggers’ Choice Awards, was nominated for an Agatha Award, became a finalist for a Silver Falchion Award, and was chosen one of Suspense Magazine’s best debuts of 2016.
She is a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and the Crime Writers of Color. Gordon is represented by Paula Munier of Talcott Notch Literary Services, LLC and published by Henery Press.
She blogs with the Miss Demeanors—one of “Writers’ Digest‘s 2017 Best 101 Websites for Writers”—and with the Femmes Fatales, and she hosts the Cozy Corner podcast.
Originally from the Mid-Atlantic region, Gordon bounced around the country chasing jobs. She landed in Chicagoland, where she indulges her love of classical music, fine whiskies, travel, and ghost stories.
Hammett Award and Nero Prize-winning novelist Stephen Mack Jones is the author of the critically acclaimed thrillers August Snow and Lives Laid Away—the latter of which was short-listed for the CWA-UK “Ian Fleming Steel Dagger Award.”
Once-upon-a-time he worked in advertising and marketing communications for which he is deeply sorry and promises never to do that again. Mr. Jones lives in suburban Detroit and has three adult children that mostly like him. He's at either one most days--except Thursdays. Thursdays are reserved for pie. And writing. Mostly pie.
Rachel Edwards debut psychological thriller, Darling, has received high praise from countless big names in the crime fiction world ever since the book’s launch in May 2018.
Edwards born and raised in the UK by her Jamaican mother and Nigerian father. She is delighted to have been “born on three continents at once,” and identifies as many things: a black British author; a wife and stepmother; a London-loving resident of the Shires; a heartbroken Europhile and a diehard Soul II Soul fan.
Rachel read French with English at King’s College London. After a graduate stint in publishing, her break into fiction came in her twenties when she was engaged to craft literary sauce for her first editor, Rowan Pelling. She then won a national fiction award from The Arts Council which comprised mentoring from the acclaimed novelist Catherine Johnson. She has since written for Marie Claire and many other publications, freelancing for more than ten years until 2016 when she chose to focus full-time on her fiction.
Lauren Wilkinson’s debut novel, American Spy, was a Washington Post bestseller, an NAACP Image Award nominee, an Anthony award nominee, and an Edgar Award nominee. It was short-listed for the Center for Fiction’s First Novel Prize, was a Barnes & Noble Book of the Month, a PBS book club pick, and was included on Barack Obama’s 2019 Recommended Reading List.
Lauren earned an MFA in fiction and literary translation from Columbia University, and has taught writing at Columbia and the Fashion Institute of Technology. She was a Center for Fiction Emerging Writer’s Fellow, and has received support from both the MacDowell Colony and the Djerassi Resident Artists Program. Her writing has appeared in Granta, The Believer, New York magazine and The New York Times, among other publications. Lauren splits her time between New York and Los Angeles where she works as a writer for television. (Author photo by Niqui Carter)
Originally from Detroit, Cheryl A. Head now lives on Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C., where she has navigated a successful career as a writer, television producer, filmmaker, broadcast executive and media funder. Her self-published debut novel, Long Way Home: A World War II Novel, was a 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Award finalist in both the African American Literature and Historical Fiction categories.
Head's Charlie Mack Motown Mystery series (published by Bywater Books) was a 2017 Lammy finalist. Book five of the acclaimed series, Find Me When I'm Lost, is due out July 28.
When not writing fiction, Head consults on a wide range of diversity issues. She is currently the Director of Inclusion for the board of the Golden Crown Literary Society (GCLS) whose mission is education and the promotion and recognition of lesbian literature.
Nikki Dolson is a highly respected author of primarily of short fiction. Her work has been published in such crime fiction zines as Shotgun Honey, Tough, Thuglit, and Bartleby Snopes.
In addition to her short fiction, Dolson wrote the novel, All Things Violent, and has put together a short story collection, Love and Other Criminal Behavior, which will be out in just a few days—June 16. (Available for pre-order now.)
Jason Overstreet’s debut novel, The Striver’s Row Spy, and his follow-up spy thriller, Beneath the Darkest Sky, achieved critical acclaim and place the author firmly on the map of rising stars in crime fiction.
Overstreet grew up in Colorado, Texas, and New Mexico. He attended two Southern California universities, earning a B.A. and M.S. before spending ten years in the field of education. After attending UCLA’s Professional Program in Screenwriting, he turned to writing fiction full time. He lives in Los Angeles.
Juno Rushdan draws from real-life inspiration as a former U.S. Air Force Intelligence Officer to craft sizzling romantic thrillers. However, you won’t find any classified leaks here. Her stories are pure fiction about kick-ass heroes and strong heroines fighting for their lives—as well as their happily-ever-after. Rushdan’s Final Hour series has enjoyed both commercial and critical success.
Although a native New Yorker, Rushdan’s wanderlust has taken her across the globe. She considers herself blessed to have a husband who shares her passion for travel, movies, and fantastic food. Rushdan has visited more than twenty different countries and has lived in England and Germany. She currently resides in Virginia with her supportive hubby, two dynamic children, and spoiled rescue dogs.
Jacob Ross is a novelist, short story writer, editor and creative writing tutor. His crime fiction novel, The Bone Readers won the inaugural Jhalak Prize in 2017. His literary novel Pynter Bender was published to much critical literary acclaim and was shortlisted for the 2009 Commonwealth Writers Regional Prize and chosen as one of the British Authors Club’s top three Best First Novels. His latest book is Tell No-One About This, a collection of stories written over a span of forty years, including from "Song for Simone" (1986) and "A Way to Catch the Dust" (1999) and more than a dozen new ones. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and has been a judge of the V.S. Pritchett Memorial Prize, the Olive Cook, Scott Moncrieff and Tom-Gallon Literary Awards. Jacob is Associate Fiction Editor at Peepal Tree Press, and the editor of Closure, Contemporary Black British short stories.
Aaron Philip Clark is a native of Los Angeles, CA. He is a novelist and screenwriter. A self-described "son of the city," Clark takes pleasure in exploring the many facets of Los Angeles and enjoys hiking in the San Gabriel Mountains.
His most recent novel, Under the Color of Law—inspired by his experiences in the LAPD— was published by Thomas & Mercer in October 2021 to wide critical acclaim.
Thank you very much for taking the time to check out the trailblazing, talented and ascending authors listed above … and thank you for (hopefully) adding to the diversity of your bookshelves. I can honestly say that when I started reading crime fiction from the perspective of black (and other POC) writers and their characters, I discovered entirely new worlds—and not just FICTIONAL ones.
As I mentioned earlier, this is not an exhaustive list. Consider it an active, evolving one—so feel free to share the names of any black authors of crime fiction you’d like to add. You can do so via the comments section below, or, if you prefer, you can send me the name(s) of the author(s) via email HERE, and I’ll add them to the appropriate category above.)
