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| Rick Ollerman, Adrian McKinty |
You haven't lived until you've heard an Irishman say "shtetl." Thanks to
Adrian McKinty, I can now say I've lived.
Oh, sure the audience at Sunday's
Noir at the Bar in New York ate up McKinty's reading from his latest novel,
Rain Dogs, and sure, his was not the evening's only good reading, but that was no shock. Hearing
shtetl pronounced with a glottal stop, on the other hand, was an experience I never thought I'd have. (McKinty's wife's ancestors were from a shtetl, in case you were wondering how the subject came up.)
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| MC Todd Robinson |
Rick Ollerman was there, too, and was too polite to correct me when I kept referring to his fine novel
Shallow Secrets as
Shallow Grave. Rick Ollerman: Editor, novelist, mensch.
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| Dennis Tafoya |
The Philadelphia area's own Dennis Tafoya read from a work in progress—searing, hard-hitting stuff from
one of the original readers from back when I created Noir at the Bar in 2008. (Dennis read the next year.)
New York's Noirs at the Bar happen at Shade Bar, and accolades to the bartender, Laurie, who not only mixes a good Hendrick's and tonic, but also knew my name. And thanks to Suzanne Solomon and Tim Hall, who joined forces for a two-part reading; Dana Cameron; Danny Gardner; Vincent Zandri; and Jason Pinter, who also read, and to Jen Conley, who sat quietly in the audience
without organizing an event, reading a story, or announcing her engagement, all of which she tends to do at Noirs at the Bar.
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| Adrian McKinty, Suzanne Solomon, Tim Hall |
© Peter Rozovsky 2015Labels: Adrian McKinty, Dennis Tafoya, Noir at the Bar, Rick Ollerman, Suzanne Solomon, Tim Hall
14 Comments:
Peter
Indeed, it was a lot of fun. And thanks for keeping the confidential stories, er, you know, confidential...
What confidential stories?
Man, does that gin look inviting. I'm glad you all connected, despite a dusting of snow...
A little baby flurry, just enough to add some atmospheric blurs and annoying splotches to some of the outdoor photos I took before the event.
Peter
Exactly.
Whatever I say, I'll say—
to coin a phrase...
Hahahahaha! :)
Adrian, the only time knee caps came up is when I complained about my sore patellar tendon to Rick Ollerman, whose wife is a physical therapist.
Jen, you have given future Noir at the Bar hosts much to live up to. Most just swear and read and drink. You do it all.
I'm thinking of baking cookies and handing them out at the next N@B.
Just kidding.
You had me going until your comment's final two words. I am crushed.
I've never heard of an unsuccessful Noir at the Bar, but this sounded particularly good. I'm sorry to have missed a rare chance to meet Adrian, but I had a previous engagement. Next time.
Dana, he'll be in New York for a few months. And we're trying to set up a Noir at the Bar in Philadelphia where I can read. Yep, this was a good event. People hung around the bar later than those abstemious, early-to-bed New Yorkers usually do.
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