I love Walter Mosley books, but have a hard time with Leonid McGill books. He doesn't seem as well drawn as other Mosley characters. In this book Leonid McGill has several problems. He has decided to turn his life around and follow the straight and narrow. Therefore he cannot leave his wife, ...
This is the 2nd book in the Leonid McGill series. This time around, McGill is investigating the disappearance of a young woman, in whom a prominent politician has a deep interest in. Within the 1st 50 pages, there is a double homicide, one of these homicides was intended for the missing woman, ...
I love Walter Mosley, have read every book or listened to them except the sci first.not only is he a great writer, but his characters are so vivid --mouse, who is anything but, Socrates the ex killer who has become compassion itself, the strong women who save your life with voodoo when you're alm...
This most versatile author,Walter Mosley,explores some intriguing questions in these two short novels: how would aliens communicate with us? Why would they bother? Would this communication be for our/their good or ill? Would we welcome them or exterminate them? Could they understand our society? ...
Walter Mosley's bestselling and award-winning novels -- from Gone Fishin' to Devil in a Blue Dress, named one of the "100 Favorite Mysteries of the Century" by the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association -- have endeared him to legions of readers from a U.S. president to everyday people who c...
http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news...More than a man of of mysteryWalter Mosley prefers 'literary' labelJenny Shank, Special To The NewsPublished July 16, 2004 at midnightOver the fourteen years of Walter Mosley's publishing career, during which he has turned out 19 books, Mosley has experienc...
This volume introduces black science fiction, fantasy, and speculative fiction writers to the generations of readers who have not had the chance to explore the scope and diversity among African-American writers. Contents Fiction. Sister Lilith/Honoree Fanonne Jeffers -- The comet/W.E.B. Du Bois ...
OK, initial disclaimer; I'm a 63 year old White dude. Several years ago I saw the movie, "Devil in a Blue Dress," with Denzel Washington, a sort of mystery with a background of race relations and the Black experience during the late 40's I believe, with the character of Easy Rawlins introduced. G...
No more excuses. "Let the lawn get shaggy and the paint peel from the walls," bestselling novelist Walter Mosley advises. Anyone can write a novel now, and in this essential book of tips, practical advice, and wisdom, Walter Mosley promises that the writer-in-waiting can finish it in one year. In...
Terwijl Mosley naarstig verderwerkt aan zijn succesvolle “Easy Rawlins”-reeks (intussen 11 delen) die hem bekend maakte, benut hij blijkbaar elke andere beschikbare minuut om te werken aan nevenprojecten die uitblinken in diversiteit: een boek voor jongvolwassenen (zo’n onnozel label, ‘young adul...
I really enjoyed these short stories. They center around Socrates Fortlow (named Socrates because his mother thought it would make him smart), a convicted murderer now released from prison after 27 years. He lives in Los Angeles in a poor black neighborhood. He provides guidance for those who see...
Any mystery novel set in Los Angeles is going to get compared to Raymond Chandler, although Chandler was just pretty much taking Carrol John Daly and transplanting him to LA. I mention this because--historical novel, LA, private eye, noir genre--comparisons to Chandler are natural. But those ar...
Fair warning is due - it takes you a third of the way before this book takes fire and the ending (which shall not be revealed here) is the usual sub-Chandleresque rush of confused data that plays the same role, in this genre, as the 'deus ex machina' once did in courtly drama - BUT the core of th...
I'm not a black man. Walter Mosley is, so I assume he's writing from experience and knows what he's talking about. As such, it's nice to read crime drama/detective stories with well-round portraits of black men and women, men and women that the reader can believe in. Having said that, I didn't kn...
“Alwéér Mosley?” Wel ja, ik hou niet zo van amuse-bouchekes. Als ik iets nieuws leer kennen – hetzij een band, een gerecht, een auteur – en het bevalt me, dan word ik gulzig, dan wil ik meer, dan wil ik het volledige palet geproefd hebben of op z’n minst weten waarover ik het heb als het eens ter...
In this book Easy and Mouse go back to his home town. This book goes back in time and catches you on these two and how their friendship came to be. This right before Mouse is going to get married and he believes his step dad owes him money from when his mother died. Easy doesn’t won’t to go but d...
I finished "Little Yellow Dog" and immediately started another Mosley book, and another one after that, to the extent that tells you something. After finishing "Fortunate Son," I cast about for any book by any other author, to the extent that tells you something."Fortunate Son" is at once quintes...
Nine short stories of horrifying science fiction, of a future that simply continues the problems of today with more advanced science. Each story provides a different look at this future society, and it isn't nice. It isn't a world in which I want to live, where your birth or lack of employment co...
Read more: http://adammcallister.com/?p=24Unlike Mosley’s critically acclaimed and worldwide success Devil In A Blue Dress, Cinnamon Kiss is a disaster of a book. Follow the link to read the whole review.Apart from a few spelling mistakes which I noticed in my own copy of the book, the writing wa...
I hadn't picked up a Walter Mosley book in about a decade, having read trough a few early Easy Rawlin's mysteries (Devil in a Blue Dress, White Butterfly etc...) but moved on. When I found this in a bookstore I couldn't resist seeing how Mr. Mosley would tackle science fiction.Early on I had a pr...
I noticed this book on display while I was browsing at a bookstore near my apartment, which happens to be a basement apartment. When I say ‘on display’, I mean that there was an index card affixed to the shelf under the book that designated it as the book of the month for the mystery book club, ...
What a spectacular book! I have no idea how Walter Mosley does it! Once again, Walter Mosley has put together another one of his amazing mystery-crime novels, and this time, I think that he has done his absolute best so far. This man simply knows how to write mystery novels, and he does it in a w...
This is Hippie-culture wish fulfillment ("We're all cosmically connected, Man!" "We can totally live, like, as part of nature, Man!"), that morphs into into a psycho-killer drama, then ends with sci-fi-hippie-eco-superheroes going up against the bad guy. As the basis for the entire story, I found...
My friends, this is why I review. Because some day, in a mere ten years, I'm going to innocently pick up this book and think, "hey, I should give this a try." About twenty pages in, I realized I had already read White Butterfly. I peeked at the resolution, and sure enough, I was right. Although, ...
Easy Rawlins, L.A.'s most reluctant detective, comes home one day to find Easter, the daughter of his friend Chrismas Black, left on his doorstep. Easy knows that this could only mean that the ex-marine Black is probably dead, or will be soon. Easter's appearance is only the beginning, as Easy is...
This bold new novel from Walter Mosley startles in both its rawness and its honest portrayal of a man on a quest for sexual redemption in midlife. When Cordell Carmel catches his longtime girlfriend with another man, the act that he witnesses seems to dissolve all the boundaries he knows. In that...
It's 1953 in Red-baiting, blacklisting Los Angeles, a moral tar pit ready to swallow Easy Rawlins. Easy is out of "the hurting business" and into the housing (and favor) business when a racist IRS agent nails him for tax evasion. Special Agent Darryl T. Craxton, FBI, offers to bail him out if he ...
An icy noir from a master of American fiction that proves the darkest secrets are the ones we hide from ourselves. Ben Dibbuk is an affable guy with a steady job. He has been married to a beautiful woman for twenty years and has a lovely young daughter in college. His life is routine and uneven...
It looked older in the fifties but it smelled the same. A sour odor that wasn’t anything exactly. It wasn’t living and it wasn’t dead, it wasn’t food and it wasn’t excrement. It wasn’t anything I knew, but it was wrong, as wrong as the smells in Poinsettia’s apartment. The last time I was taken t...
It all happened over a hundred and seventy years ago. For many of you it might sound like a tall tale because I am no older today than I was back there in the year 1832. But this is no whopper I'm telling; it is a story about my boyhood as a slave and my fated encounter with the amazing Tall John...
Why do you keep asking me that?" “I don‘t know. We haven‘t seen much of each other for over a year. Just weekends. Not much sex to speak of." “Not much sex? What do you call Friday night and yesterday in the park?" “I think it was just because I was scared." “Scared of what?" “Losing you,” I said...
I have the Devil’s medicine burning in my veins and Coydog McCann whispering in my left ear. I have you in my life. That was something I never suspected, expected, or even dreamed about. I love you and I couldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for you taking care of me. And if you were twenty yea...
On that sunny Monday afternoon, on the bus ride to the state penitentiary, I heard booming in a clear sky. Another thing about angels is that they have persuasion over unsuspecting mortal minds—when the objective is impersonal and there is no relationship involved. This is why, when I first came ...
I’d promised to tell him anything I found out about Peter Boughman’s murder and anyone who might have seen him in the days before his demise. He gave me three telephone numbers, saying that I’d find him at the end of one line or another. He stepped across the threshold and stopped, made a half tu...
I wasn’t exactly surprised to see an ounce or so of what looked like partially dried blood on the top stair of the entrance to my house. There wasn’t enough to assume that someone had died, at least not then and there. The dollop had a bright red eye at the very center and had dried to black arou...
The rain was hard and he had to put towels down at the cracks where the tiny streams tried to flow across his sleeping room. He listened to the rain pelting down on the tin roof and was happy that he didn’t have to go to work that day. He picked up the throw rugs from the concrete floor and chang...
There I consulted my atlas. “So we’re going to this girl’s house?” Coco asked while I perused. “Yeah.” “But she’s missing, right?” “The police think that she’s been missing from her dorm for two weeks or more, but really she’s been staying at this house in town. It’s a house full’a students and o...
It was a long time since he’d been alone—a lifetime. Before, the person he used to be would seek out others in this mood; to fight, fuck, get high with, or just to laugh. Ronnie could laugh with almost anybody about some misery or missed opportunity. If I had known the mothahfuckah had ten thousa...
This church has no denomination and is not recognized as a religious institution by any but the ninety-six members of the congregation—them, Father Frank, and his personal staff. The church is made from limestone and stands like a white scar on a green hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The weat...
He was waiting for us at the door when we got there. “Come on in,” the killer said, ushering us into the posh entrance hall of his old-time Greenwich Village mansion. Waiting for us in the octagonal room was Tamara, Hush’s wife. She was a black woman with a plain face but with spirit so powerful ...
The lean escapee found a shopping cart and traveled the streets of Los Angeles gathering things that he found beautiful and useful. He loved blue glass and chrome, red cloth and books. He collected all kinds of books. Some he could read and others not. He ranged all over L.A., sometimes sleeping ...
It was okay to ask him for advice, but I didn’t want him worrying about me. And the thoughts in my mind were worrisome.Usually the dining room was empty unless we were eating; and Katrina had gotten into the habit of delaying dinner until I got home. Even though she had reverted to her old cheati...
Offeran asked after hearing the story of the reporter. “I wanted to destroy him,” Sovereign said. “If I had struck that first blow I know I wouldn’t have been able to stop. I would have killed him if I could have.” “Where do you think this rage is coming from?” the doctor asked. “It’s a—what did ...