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Monday, July 4, 2016

Interview with crime thriller author Ed Duncan

Kicking off a holiday week with an interview with Ed Duncan about his crime thriller Pigeon-Blood Red.

Bio:
Ed Duncan is a graduate of Oberlin College and Northwestern University Law School. He was a partner at a national law firm in Cleveland, Ohio for many years. He currently lives outside of Cleveland, OH and is at work on the second installment in the Pigeon-Blood Red trilogy.

Welcome, Ed. Please tell us about your current release.
Set in Chicago and Honolulu, Pigeon-Blood Red tells the story of an underworld enforcer's pursuit of a man who stole a "pigeon-blood red" ruby necklace worth millions, and it describes the effect the chase ultimately has on the enforcer and on a couple of innocent bystanders who accidentally become embroiled in the crime. The hardened hitman is faced with a dilemma when he develops a grudging respect for the couple, the thief's estranged wife who is oblivious to his crime, and an old flame who comes to her rescue. His dilemma? He is ordered to kill the couple and if he does not, he will endanger the life of the woman he loves.

What inspired you to write this book?
I had been a practicing lawyer at a national law firm for about twenty years when the idea of the novel first came to me. I was attending a legal seminar in Honolulu. One evening after dinner I sat on a bench outside to admire the lush grounds of the hotel, and the kernel of an idea sprang to mind. What if a lawyer on holiday in Honolulu, or attending a seminar, as I was, had a chance encounter with a mysterious woman who was both attractive and vulnerable? And what if the woman was running for her life from some unknown danger? And, finally, what if the lawyer, against great odds, managed to save her?

In my novel the lawyer, Paul Elliott, became the old flame and the mysterious woman, Evelyn Rogers, became the estranged wife. The underworld enforcer became Rico, a killer with a conscience. And, of course, the unknown danger was that Evelyn's husband had stolen the priceless ruby necklace, thereby unwittingly marking her and Paul for death. The odd thing was, though, that Rico's character is so interesting that it was a struggle to keep him from becoming the central focus of a story whose main character I had meant to be Paul, the lawyer and my alter ego. I think I was successful in reining him in somewhat, but you'll have to read the novel to see whether you agree.


What exciting story are you working on next?
Right now, the sequel to Pigeon-Blood Red (no title yet), which was always meant to be the first in a trilogy. The third installment is an unproduced screenplay (also untitled) I wrote that I'll convert to a novel.

How did the third installment start out as a screenplay? 
While I was waiting to get Pigeon-Blood Red published, I converted that novel and the next installment in the trilogy into screenplays. Then, rather than beginning with a novel that I would turn into a script, I thought it would be interesting to start with the script, so that's what I did with the third installment in the trilogy. Maybe one day one of the three novels will generate interest in one of the screenplays or vice versa -- at least that's the plan.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
In the last years of my legal practice, I wrote a text for lawyers and judges called "Ohio Insurance Coverage" and I supplied annual updates for five years. I suppose I could have considered myself a writer at that point. However, it was only upon publication of Pigeon-Blood Red in February of this year that I actually thought of myself as a writer. Writing the legal text was part of my job as a lawyer. Writing my novel was my vocation as an author.

I retired from my law firm in 2012 to write and travel. Since then I've traveled outside the U.S. at least once a year and sometimes twice. Next up is South Africa this fall and Hawaii the following spring. I hope to dream up some new ideas for novels during one or both trips. In the meantime, I've already written a draft of the sequel to Pigeon-Blood Red.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
Since I'm retired, I don't force myself into a regular writing schedule. I write when I feel like it and it's much easier to do when it's raining in the summertime or anytime in the winter. After my trilogy is complete, I'll probably shoehorn myself into a schedule of sorts but right now I don't feel the need to do so.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I'm not sure you would call it a quirk, but I write sections of my novels (of varying length depending on my mood) out in long hand, and then I do multiple revisions of each section before transferring it to my computer. I have the impression (perhaps mistaken) that most writers today have abandoned long hand as their starting point. By the time I've finished with the revisions, no one can read my draft except me and sometimes even I have trouble following all of the inserts and deletions.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was a child I think the first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a cowboy. My father and mother and all of my brothers were big western fans, and we watched westerns on television -- both regular series and movies -- religiously. My favorite series were "Have Gun Will Travel" and "Wanted Dead or Alive," and my favorite movie was "Shane." I'm certain some of the traits of the heroes and villains in those TV shows and movies have found their way into the Paul and Rico characters in my novel.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
One of my biggest influences as a writer is film noir and the novels on which many of the best of those films are based. Perhaps the novel and film of the same name that has influenced me the most is "The Maltese Falcon." The movie took much of the dialogue directly from Dashiell Hammett's novel, which is one of the reasons the movie is so good. If I ever even approached Hammett's masterful use of dialogue, I would be one happy camper.

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Thanks for being here today, Ed! All the best with your writing.


Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Interview with crime fiction novelist Eric Matheny

Today’s highlight is the legal thriller, The Victim, by Eric Matheny.

Bio:
Eric Matheny was born in Los Angeles, California, where he lived until he went away to college at Arizona State University. At ASU he was president of Theta Chi Fraternity. He graduated with a degree in political science and moved to Miami, Florida, to attend law school at St. Thomas University. During his third year of law school, he interned for the Miami-Dade State Attorney's Office, where he worked as a prosecutor upon graduation. In 2009, he went into private practice as a criminal defense attorney. He is a solo practitioner representing clients in Miami-Dade County, Florida, and Broward County, Florida. He has handled everything from DUI to murder.

In his free time, Eric enjoys writing crime fiction, drawing from his experience working in the legal system. He published his debut novel Home in 2004, which centers around a successful drug dealer catering to the rich in Orange County. His second novel Lockdown, published in 2005, follows a law student trying to prove that an inmate serving a life sentence in one of California’s toughest prisons might actually be innocent. Eric’s latest novel The Victim, is a tense, fast-paced, legal thriller/psychological suspense novel that centers around a young defense attorney whose horrifying misdeed from his college days comes back to haunt him. It was published by Zharmae in August 2015 and is available for sale on Amazon.

Eric lives outside of Fort Lauderdale with his wife and two young sons.

Welcome, Eric! Please tell us a little bit about The Victim.
Anton Mackey is a 32-year-old Miami defense attorney who has tried desperately to forget about the horrific mistake he made eleven years earlier while a student in college.  But that mistake has come back to haunt him in the form a new client’s wife - a victim of what appears to be a brutal act of domestic violence.  The fee is great and everything seems normal until Anton realizes that this new client - rather his new client’s wife - is a figure from his past.  What follows is a nightmare as Anton frantically tries to keep this woman from destroying everything he has built.  Though at the same time, he begins to learn that this woman - the victim - may be connected to an unrelated murder case.

What inspired you to write this book?
A few years after I graduated from college, I heard a story about a guy I knew from school who had been charged with two counts of vehicular homicide after smashing into a disabled car on the highway, causing a fire, and killing both occupants.  The individual responsible got out of his car and began to run away on foot.  I thought, what if you did that and got away?  Using my knowledge of physical evidence from my career as an ex-prosecutor/practicing defense attorney, I understood the technical aspects of how a person could get away with such a crime.  Now what if that person went on to live a normal life, perhaps became an attorney, and then the past came back to haunt him?  I think all good thrillers start with a “what if?”


Excerpt from The Victim:
Chapter 1

March 16, 2003
Payson, Arizona

He thought he was dead.

Steam hissed from the crumpled front end of the RV that had folded accordion-style against the guardrail. His face stung from the punch of the airbag. His lungs burned from that awful talcum powder that drifted through the cabin as the bag deflated. The chemical dust, suspended in the air, seemed to be frozen in time.

His nose was numb and swollen. He tasted blood trickling down the back of his throat like a cocaine drip. He peered through the cracked windshield, his eyes adjusting to the reddish glow of a desert sunrise. The crushed-in hood had jarred upward. The chassis was off balance. The whole vehicle wobbled as he shifted his weight in his seat.

Oh my God.

He cranked the door handle and heaved his shoulder into it to pop it off the jamb. He hopped down onto the highway. The winds were heavy and dry, rustling the sage and scrub oaks that dotted the rugged landscape along the Beeline Highway. A sliver of fiery light barely illuminated the peaks of the Mazatal Mountains, which rose and fell against the horizon. Giant saguaros stood like sentries.

The back half of a red two-door sedan lay beneath the shredded front tires of the RV. Flattened like an aluminum can. On impact the RV must have bucked forward, rolling up onto the rear bumper of the smaller car, coming to rest on its roof. The significant weight of the RV crushed the sedan into something you might see stacked in a junkyard.

The highway was quiet. Just the rush of hot wind crackling the delicate spines of the sagebrush. He got his bearings quickly, the initial shock of the crash having passed. A sobering experience. Literally. Half a handle of Jack Daniels coursing through his veins had been replaced by something stronger.

Panic.

He saw long hair, a young female’s. How he could tell her age by the back of her head, he would never know. Maybe by its length and sheen—bright, yellow-blond. Slick with blood. Her forehead propped on the steering wheel. The driver-side window blown out. The windshield was a shattered web.

The man beside her—or boy, he was arguably young—was out cold, his body positioned in the passenger’s seat in a gimpy, off-kilter fashion. The passenger side had been thrust into the guardrail, which molded itself to the frame of the car. His head lolled against the door. Blood leaked from his ear and ran down his neck.

“Are you okay?” he screamed, although he knew he would get no reply. His voice resonated throughout the valley. “Hello?”

He braced himself against the ruined front end of the RV. He felt a surge of bile and whiskey come up in the back of his throat. He heaved forward but held it in. He was lightheaded.

Oh God, please let this be a dream. Oh God, please...this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening...  


What exciting story are you working on next?
A standalone crime thriller set in Los Angeles during the April 29, 1992, riots.  Aside from the standpoint of law enforcement, namely a tough female sheriff’s deputy,
the story examines a crime from several gang perspectives - a violent South Central Blood set; a ruthless outlaw biker club; and the Korean Kkhangpae (Korean Mafia) that maintains a stranglehold over its piece of the city. 

I lived in Los Angeles at the time of the riots and it was a frightening and oddly fascinating time in history.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I was 7 and I wrote stories on my mother’s word processor.  Throughout my life, even if I wasn’t putting words down on paper, I felt like I had a monologue going on in my head, as if I could watch events unfold and then narrate them to myself.  I started writing seriously when I was 21.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I am a full-time defense attorney, part-time writer.  I work all day, usually starting early in the morning.  I try to bang out a page or two before court and then I am off to handle my morning calendar, sometimes multiple calendars in multiple counties.  After the morning and once my pressing matters are handled, I go back to my story and crank out a little more.  I try to write 2000 words a day. 

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I almost always know the title of a story before I begin and the first thing I do before I put down a single word is find a quote to start the book. 

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A detective, a fighter pilot, a cardiovascular surgeon, a sports agent, and finally - a criminal defense attorney. 

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I have traveled through Transylvania and been to the house where Vlad Dracul (the inspiration for Count Dracula) was born.  It is now a vampire-themed restaurant.  Folklore aside, Transylvania is one of the best kept secrets of Eastern Europe.  Driving through the Carpathian Alps, you will see real horse-and-buggies, farmhouses that are hundreds of years old, and folks who live without any modern conveniences.  The scenery is breathtaking and full of real history - the hotel where my wife and I stayed was the “new” building in town because it was constructed around 1600.  I love Europe and have been to many of the popular tourist destinations in the west - Barcelona, Vienna, Amsterdam - but cannot stress enough the mystique and untouched beauty of the east.  Plus Romania is still on their own currency (not the euro) so the exchange rate is about four Romanian Leu to one U.S. dollar.  While Eastern Europe is relatively inexpensive to begin with, Romania is a bargain.  If you want something completely off the beaten path, not touristy, and entirely unique, fly to Bucharest (no direct flights from U.S., connect in Rome, London, or Paris), rent a car, and head north out of the city.

Readers can connect with me on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.  And to learn more, go to http://www.ericmathenybooks.com/

Thank you, Eric!