|(Photos by your humble blogkeeper)|
ood fun at Mysterious Bookshop
(right/above) in New York this evening for the launch of Syndicate Books' reissue of Ted Lewis' Get Carter
. I bought a nice pile of books, including titles by Paul Charles, Gary Phillips, Bert and Dolores Hitchens, and James Ellroy, who will read from his new Perfidia
next week at the shop before an audience that will include me.
Luminaries and near-luminaries of New York's crime fiction scene celebrated the launch of Lewis' dark, moving crime novel, and, more so than usual, the talk was about books. It's good to hear writers talk about their favorite writers (Ed Lin on Paul Cain) and to talk up some favorites of my own.
Before and after the launch, I wandered around the Lower East Side and Tribeca with my camera. On the way, I spotted some attractive neon over a bar's entrance. "Excuse me," I said, indicating my camera and directing my question to the bouncer, "mind if I shoot your sign?" My one multisyllabic word was apparently too much for him, because he just raised his eyebrows and kept masticating his cigarette. The only point in the moron's favor is that he did not wear his hair in a ponytail.
"I'll take that as a yes (you do mind)," said I, and continued on my way. Good thing I'd taken a picture of the sign before I asked.
© Peter Rozovsky 2014
Labels: Ed Lin, Get Carter, Mysterious Bookshop, Paul Cain, Syndicate Books, Ted Lewis