Noir at the Bar brings it all back home this Thursday
If you're in Pennsylvania, New York, or New Jersey, or if you can get there by 9 p.m. Thursday, come on out to John & Peter's at 96 South Main St. in New Hope, Pennsylvania, for the return of the original Noir at the Bar.Dennis Tafoya and Wallace Stroby, both of whom I've written about here, will read from new work, and Scott Adlerberg, previously unknown to me, will join them. Tafoya, a reader in the original Noir at the Bar series, becomes the first two-time guest in the state where Noir at the Bar was born.
I started Noir at the Bar in 2008 and good people and talented writers in St. Louis, Los Angeles, New York, Austin, Denver, and elsewhere took the idea, ran with it, and staged Noirs at the Bar of their own. So, thanks to Scott Phillips, Jed Ayres, Eric Beetner, Scott at Mystery People, Todd Robinson, and anyone else who ever threw a Noir at the Bar. Drop me a line here, and I'll give you a plug Thursday night. And thanks to the hardworking, crime-loving folks at Farley's Bookshop for putting this thing together.
© Peter Rozovsky 2013
Labels: Dennis Tafoya, Farley's Bookshop, Noir at the Bar, Scott Adlerberg, Wallace Stroby
posted by Peter Rozovsky at 12:03 AM
9 Comments:
Alas, I will not be joining you for your evening of noir. Logistics and my residual Pittsburgh nativism interfere with my ability to visit Philadelphia. Moreover, I try to keep at least a thousand mile buffer between myself and an unpleasant X. Were I to be in Philadelphia, the X might suddenly disappear from the face of the earth in a very noir manner. Without my intervention, though, perhaps she will still fade away in an ignominious vapor of nastiness. In any case, enjoy your evening.
BTW, I read, enjoyed, and reviewed Tafoya's Wolves.
Postscript: The "buffer" is now a healthy 1134 miles. May it never shorten (whatever that might mean).
Don't worry; the universe is expanding. You'll grow farther apart.
Wolves of Fairmount Park was an excellent book, and it was nice to see one of the good things about Philadelphia make it into a title.
You realize, of course, that this could turn out to be Strangers on a Train come to life should anything happen to your unpleasant X at or around the time of Noir at the Bar.
Do you, by chance, play tennis? Perhaps something could be arranged. But enough of all of that. I am soon heading out to the amusement park (Highsmith Park) for the afternoon.
The rides at the park have little emergency boxes next to them. Break the glass, and a toothless, determined old man hops out.
I'll be at Noir at the Bar in Denver that night, too. It might be a shorter trip that way. Christa Faust will be reading and hosts Benjamin Whitmer & Jon Bassoff have stocked the pond with more tasty nasties than you're likely to be able to take.
If I'd known about that ahead of time, we could have set up the first Noir at the Bar satellite teleconference.
I don't know Jon Bassoff, but Christa Faust and Benjamin Whitmer are two of the nastiest. That sounds like a fun evening.
Jon is the publisher at New Pulp Press and he wrote a really sickly novel called The Disassembled Man under a pen name
Aha!
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