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Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Leonard is dead

Elmore Leonard, who died his week, published his first novel, The Bounty Hunters, way back in 1953 and went onto become one of America's best known and most respected authors. Many of his books have been turned into successful movies - among the best known being Hombre, Valdez is Coming, Get Shorty and Jackie Brown. The current hit TV series, Justified  is based on characters created by Leonard.

In his much circulated rules of writing he said that narrative should be stripped back to the bone, kept simple. In fact if I wrote this piece by following Leonard's guidelines then it would simply read, 'Elmore Leonard is Dead,' or even more concisely, 'Leonard is dead.'

Apparently Leonard was well advanced in his 46th novel when he died, so maybe we'll get to see this book in the fullness of time, but it seems fitting that his last published work was Raylan which owed so much to the westerns with which he cut his teeth.

He will be greatly missed - below are Leonard's much read 10 rules for writing

1 Never open a book with weather. If it's only to create atmosphere, and not a charac­ter's reaction to the weather, you don't want to go on too long. The reader is apt to leaf ahead look­ing for people. There are exceptions. If you happen to be Barry Lopez, who has more ways than an Eskimo to describe ice and snow in his book Arctic Dreams, you can do all the weather reporting you want.
Avoid prologues: they can be ­annoying, especially a prologue ­following an introduction that comes after a foreword. But these are ordinarily found in non-fiction. A prologue in a novel is backstory, and you can drop it in anywhere you want. There is a prologue in John Steinbeck'sSweet Thursday, but it's OK because a character in the book makes the point of what my rules are all about. He says: "I like a lot of talk in a book and I don't like to have nobody tell me what the guy that's talking looks like. I want to figure out what he looks like from the way he talks."
Never use a verb other than "said" to carry dialogue. The line of dialogue belongs to the character; the verb is the writer sticking his nose in. But "said" is far less intrusive than "grumbled", "gasped", "cautioned", "lied". I once noticed Mary McCarthy ending a line of dialogue with "she asseverated" and had to stop reading and go to the dictionary.
Never use an adverb to modify the verb "said" ... he admonished gravely. To use an adverb this way (or almost any way) is a mortal sin. The writer is now exposing himself in earnest, using a word that distracts and can interrupt the rhythm of the exchange. I have a character in one of my books tell how she used to write historical romances "full of rape and adverbs".
5 Keep your exclamation points ­under control. You are allowed no more than two or three per 100,000 words of prose. If you have the knack of playing with exclaimers the way Tom Wolfe does, you can throw them in by the handful.
Never use the words "suddenly" or "all hell broke loose". This rule doesn't require an explanation. I have noticed that writers who use "suddenly" tend to exercise less control in the application of exclamation points.
7 Use regional dialect, patois, sparingly. Once you start spelling words in dialogue phonetically and loading the page with apos­trophes, you won't be able to stop. Notice the way Annie Proulx captures the flavour of Wyoming voices in her book of short stories Close Range.
Avoid detailed descriptions of characters, which Steinbeck covered. In Ernest Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants", what do the "Ameri­can and the girl with him" look like? "She had taken off her hat and put it on the table." That's the only reference to a physical description in the story.
9 Don't go into great detail describing places and things, unless you'reMargaret Atwood and can paint scenes with language. You don't want descriptions that bring the action, the flow of the story, to a standstill.
10 Try to leave out the part that readers tend to skip. Think of what you skip reading a novel: thick paragraphs of prose you can see have too many words in them.
My most important rule is one that sums up the 10: if it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.

Monday, 19 August 2013

Afterlife Slim McCord - Exclusive extract

The Afterlife of Slim McCord-my newest western is out in hardcover this November from Robert Hale's Black Horse Western imprint and is available for pre-order from Amazon, The Book Depository and Robert Hales own website now. My previous titles have all been quick sellers and pre-ordering is the best way to be sure you'll get a copy on publication day.

It's my most out there western and I'm eager to see what my readers think of it. It's got all the traditional elements that have made my previous westerns so successful, but it's got a twist in that the main character is dead for most of the novel and the narrative doesn't rely on flashback scenes to propel the story.

Below is an exclusive extract7




‘Shot in the back,’ the barker yelled. ‘Ain’t no lawman who could have taken Mad Slim McCord face on.’
‘You sure got that right,’ Clay Blackman offered a nickel but the barker held up his hands, palms forward.
‘No, no, old timer’ he shook his head vigorously. ‘Not me, give it to him.’
‘Him?’
‘Sure,’ the barker smiled. ‘Put it in his mouth. He’s the one you’re paying to see and it’s only right he takes your money.’
‘In his mouth?’
‘Sure, he’ll gobble it right up.’
Blackman frowned. It seemed a particularly gruesome thing to do but nevertheless he pushed the coin between his dead friend’s lips. He winced as his fingers brushed the dry, almost abrasive tongue.
Strange but McCord didn’t even look dead, propped up as he was against a wooden frame, more like he was sleeping on his feet. The preservation was incredible, and the dead man’s skin, although cold and leathery, seemed to glow with vigour. His eyes of course were glass; Blackman knew that because Slim’s eyes had been a pale grey, rather than the vibrant blue that now stared sightlessly into an unfocused distance. One of the eyes had also been placed at an irregular angle, which gave Slim something of a cock-eyed appearance.
‘How’d he end up like this?’ Blackman wasn’t aware that he had given the thought a voice.
‘Well now,’ the barker rubbed his chin, as though considering his reply rather than going into a well-practised sales pitch. ‘Was a time Mad Slim McCord was one of the most feared man in the West. He terrorised the badlands and sent many a lawman to an early grave.’
Blackman smiled at that. As far as he knew Slim had never been much of a killer, he hadn’t liked killing, and would avoid doing so whenever it was possible. He tended to scare folks with a dazzling combination of skilful gunplay, which was often all it took. One time, Blackman remembered, Slim had shot a sheriff’s hat clean off his head and then plugged it twice more as it spun through the air. After that the lawman hadn’t been any trouble to them and they had been free to go about their unlawful business.
‘The fact that he lived as long as he did is testament to how successful a bandit he was,’ the barker continued. ‘But McCord’s luck ran out one day down in Santino when a lawman recognised him from an old wanted poster and shot him in the back. Just like that. No warning and a bullet in the back.’
‘Long way from Santino to here,’ Blackman said.  ‘How’d he end up here?’
‘You see no one claimed the body,’ the barker said. ‘And so the undertaker, figuring he could profit from such an infamous outlaw, decided to embalm the body in preserving solution made of arsenic and strong spirits.’
‘And you bought him?’ Blackman looked the barker directly in the eyes.
The barker nodded, proudly.
‘He’s been dead close on seven years now and looks as if he could have been shot this very morning,’ the barker said. ‘The undertaker had to remove a lot of his innards you know, stuff him back up with sawdust and the like, but that’s a darn fine preservation job, darn fine.  American craftsmanship at its best.’
‘You bought the body to turn a profit?’ Blackman found that the most tasteless thing he had ever heard.
‘Sure did,’ the barker said. ‘And I charge a nickel a view. That’s what’s called the entrepreneurial spirit operating in a free market. God bless America.’
‘Guess he sure ain’t gonna’ choke on that nickel,’ Blackman said.
‘We only here one week in Possum Creek,’ the barker said with a broad smile. ‘Be sure to tell all your friends.’
Immediately another man entered, holding his nickel out between a thumb and forefinger. There was a queue of at least fifty people outside the tent waiting for a chance to see the dead outlaw. Slim had never been that successful an outlaw, Blackman recalled and guessed that he was making more money dead than he ever had alive.
‘I hear he’s been preserved with a paint made of strong whisky,’ someone in the crowd said as Blackman pushed through and made his way to the saloon.
                                              *

The story continues in The Afterlife of Slim McCord by Jack Martin available for pre-order now. 
       

Friday, 16 August 2013

The black dog

I closed the Archive back in May and until a couple of weeks ago hadn't written a bloody word - you see, I've not been myself and after getting some bad news from the quack, a blackness came over me. I don't usually do depression but this was a bitch and I was unable to shake it off.

Until now that is After all things could be worse...much worse.

You see back in early May I decided to visit the docs because of a wound on my forehead that just didn't
want to heal - I wasn't sure how I got the wound, only that I'd discovered it around last Christmas. At first I thought I'd banged my head, or possibly even cut myself with a fingernail since it was only a tiny cut on my forehead. Still every time the cut healed it would open up again a week or so later, and each time it returned it was slightly bigger than before. Eventually I went to the docs and after tests it was confirmed as skin cancer - and that's what really fucked me up. That dreaded C word. As soon as you hear that word you feel your insides twist and its natural to fear the worse.

There's no such thing as a good cancer, my doctor told me. But if there was then my particular variety would be it.

You see my  form of cancer is Basal Cell Cancer - Basal-cell carcinoma (BCC), a skin cancer, is the most common cancer. It rarely metastasizes or kills. However, because it can cause significant destruction and disfigurement by invading surrounding tissues, it is still considered malignant.

I'm waiting for my date for surgery and I'm told that the success rate is really high, and I guess I'm starting to feel myself again, and  that means it is time to bring the Archive back and start pimping my books again.

Monday, 12 August 2013

The Afterlife and return of the Archive

The Afterlife of Slim McCord
Now available for pre-order from Amazon with the famous price pledge guarantee
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And be ready for the return of the Archive...


“True friendship continues long after living is gone!”


Ageing not so bad men Blackman and Tanner thought they had seen it all, but nothing could have prepared them for what they would find in the town of Possum Creek.

Once they had ridden with the notorious outlaw Slim McCord and when they come upon his mummified remains in a travelling carny show, they find themselves thrown into an unlikely and dangerous series of events as they, together with their dead leader, head towards a destiny that seems preordained.

Slim McCord, long after his death, is now involved in the most lucrative bank robbery of his outlaw career, as the three men, together again, face all manner of danger and find that, as the bullets fly, it’s just like old times.

"Those days were gone though and Blackman knew it. It was written in his face and he had a wrinkle for every fence that had been thrown up around previously open range. He could dream though, and in his dreams there were no fences, and enough pretty ladies to warm the coldest of nights."

Monday, 29 July 2013

Bestselling eBlack Horse titles

Charts supplied by Black Horse Express
Bestselling E-BHWs on Amazon.com - 29 July 2013

1 Blood Gold (Black Horse Western) by Scott Connor (Jul 31, 2012)
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2. Packing Iron by Steve Hayes (Sep 30, 2012)
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3. Gun for Revenge by Steve Hayes (Dec 30, 2011)
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4. Fury at Troon's Ferry by Mark Bannerman (Jan 31, 2013)
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5. Saddle Tramps by Owen G Irons (Dec 30, 2011)
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6. Trail of the Hanged Man (Black Horse Western) by Steve Hayes (Sep 30, 2012)
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7. Blood of Iron Eyes (The Black Horse Westerns) by Rory Black (Feb 29, 2012)
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8. Tennessee Renegade (Black Horse Western) by Hank J. Kirby (Jul 31, 2012)
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9. Colorado Kid (The Black Horse Westerns) by Dale Mike Rogers (Feb 29, 2012)
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10. Arkansas Smith (Black Horse Western) by Jack Martin (Apr 30, 2012)
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Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Bestselling Black Horse titles 22 July 2013

1. There Comes an Evil Day (Black Horse Western) by Paul Green (28 Jun 2013) 

£8.65 

2. The Scars of Iron Eyes (Black Horse Western) by Rory Black (28 Jun 2013) 

£8.36 

3. Wild Bill Williams (Black Horse Western) by Jack Martin (31 Oct 2012) 

£12.27 

4. The Ballad of Delta Rose (Black Horse Western) by Jack Martin (29 Jul 2011) 

£9.21 

6. Captain Talbot's Reckoning (Black Horse Western) by A. Dorman Leishman (31 Oct 2011) 

£1.12 

7. Creeback(Black Horse Western) by A. Dorman Leishman (30 Jun 2010) 

£9.30 

8. Nine Dead Men (Black Horse Western) by Walter L Bryant (30 Dec 2012) 

£8.71 

9. South to Sonora (Black Horse Western) by Michael Stewart (30 Apr 2013) 

£7.27 

10. Brazos Fugitive (Black Horse Western) by Tyler Hatch (31 Mar 2010) 

£8.84