October 23, 1987

After Nine Days, I Let the Horse Run Free

Do you remember that part in the book Interview with the Vampire (not the movie) when the vampire has to bury himself deep in the ground and then come up a couple of decades later as a new person after everybody he knew before forgot he was alive?  That is basically what I did in 2009.

I started a new day job career, but it was an excuse to stop screenwriting for a while.  Back in 2008 I saw the end of what was going on in DVD and thought I would take some time off to look at what the next model would be post-80s video store boom and post-90s DVD store boom.  Despite a few really interesting changes, like Netflix Streaming, I don't know that the new model is really there in the same way it was during those two crashing waves before (and may never be).

I really think the new future for the independent writer is the ebook.  With Kindles and Nooks flying off shelves and free/cheap downloads from Amazon by the pound it has that Wild West feel that the heady days of Direct-to-DVD did, when I was working on Among Us and before we were done shooting the distributor wanted four more. 

People are so starved for ebooks, the way they were for  my mockbusters like The DaVinci Curse, that writers are putting up all kinds of things and doing pretty well, or well enough.  Readers are willing to take chances on things they wouldn't normally, and all kinds of niches are springing up.  This, by the way, is how I built my fragile screenwriting career, in that long tail.

I have been afraid that if I wrote about this, however, I would have to do something about it, like many of my friends who also worked in the D2DVD market and then moved over (looking especially at Gary M. Lumpp, Scott Phillips, and Bill Cunningham) as well as some pals who published tree-killers but have a new life in the e-world (looking especially at Allan Guthrie).

I have been slowly, achingly, trying to write again after a couple of false starts, clawing myself up from the cold earth.  I have written an entirely screenplay over a long weekend, but my brain doesn't seem to be wired for other types of writing.  I am thinking if I write it here, somebody might hold my feet to the fire to keep going.  If I have any real updates, I will put them here.  I do have a title:  The Gun with the Blonde-Eyed Green.

Until later, I'm at johnoakdalton@hotmail.com.

#BWIFF2012

I just got back from my third great year at the Blue Whiskey Film Festival with probably the strongest field yet of screenings and lots of interaction with filmmakers--I believe 20 out of 32 films screened in competition had representatives there either IRL or through the magic of Skype.  I really loved the french film A.L.F. which was the unanimous choice for Best of Fest, but there was plenty of other stuff on my personal favorites list, including Quitter, Machinehead, Being Bradford Dillman, The Guy Who Lived In My Pool, The Hole, I Am Bad, Things I Don't Understand, and Future Inc.; and a couple of really solid documentaries, including Average Joe, Kinderblock 66, and 5 Days in Denver.

Powering Up at BWIFF

I've said it before, you will never go hungry in Palatine.  One of my favorite things besides watching hours and days of films and then talking about them with people is going to eat at great places in the area.  Number one for me is Billy's Pancake House where we host the annual Filmmakers Breakfast and I continue to winnow away at my twilight years by trying (and failing) each year to eat something called a Meat Skillet.  I also always stop at the 24 Hour donut shop Spunky Dunkers, where you expect you might see Raymond Chandler banging away on a typewriter on the last stool.  And this year we had dinner at a new place that looked like a set Robert Rodriguez could film a shootout in.

Whiskey-ites

Part of my enjoyment in going to film festivals is living my life vicariously through more talented people like Gary Lumpp, Michael Noens, and Steve Coulter, who I took my (I think) sixth annual photo with.  They look the same, I am getting fatter and balder.

#Shedpocalypse Rising

72 hours over 13 days, 15 boxes of nails and screws, 8 flats of shingles, 12 tubes of caulk, 4 cans of paint, 3 banged thumbs (all mine), 8 Band-Aids, 1,100 pounds of lumber, lots of water, a summer of record heat, and primary operations have been completed on my new shed/mancave.

Back on the Book Beat

The latest installment of "Book Beat," my long-running column for the magazine Pomp and Circumstantial Evidence, a part of the Magna Cum Murder Mystery Conference at Ball State University:

STARTED EARLY, TOOK MY DOG BY KATE ATKINSON

A retired British policeman impulsively buys a child from a drug addict; a sometime private eye rescues a dog from an abusive man at a park; and an elderly actress struggles with dementia while co-starring on a hit detective show; how these stories cross, loop back, and fold in on each other forms the heart of Started Early, Took My Dog.

I picked this up on a whim based on the title alone, having never heard of Kate Atkinson.  I found a rewarding, complex mystery that may be one of my favorites of the year.

The story picks up threads of the notorious Manchester Ripper case of the 70s and reaches all the way to contemporary times, following the life arcs of many complicated, fully-realized characters, including tarnished cops and well-meaning criminals.  The diverse storylines, which include a humorous running background thread about a cheesy cop show, are very nicely tied up at the end.

Atkinson is a fine literary writer with all of the requisite beats for mystery fans.  Recommended. 

1222 BY ANNE HOLT

A terrible accident derails a train in a snowy Norwegian mountain pass, and the survivors--including a paralyzed former policewoman, a troubled teenager, a magnetic religious leader, and at least one killer--manage to make it to a ski lodge--where their real problems begin--in Anne Holt's thriller 1222.

Even though the novel has the locked-room trappings of an Agatha Christie novel 1222 is quite a crackling thriller, despite featuring an unusually dour protagonist (even by the high standards of the typically gloomy Scandinavian mystery) in the paralyzed, retired detective.

The storytelling is exceptional, ratcheting up the suspense as the reader learns about a mysterious passenger sequestered behind armed bodyguards, various political ramifications involving high levels in the Norwegian government, and an increasing body count.

Holt is apparently quite popular in her native Norway, and although this is one of the later novels in her series featuring the reluctant police detective I believe it is the first translated into English.  I hope to see more of this series.

WOLF TICKETS BY RAY BANKS

Two old friends--who bonded over shared sociopathic tendencies and various addiction problems-- find themselves chasing an old girlfriend who ran off with another man, a cache of drugs, and a prize leather jacket; soon things get worse, then worse again, in Ray Banks' Wolf Tickets.

I thoroughly enjoyed an early outing from Edinburgh noir author Banks, Dead Money, another very tough crime novel, so I was eager to pick this one up.  Once again this novel features two knockaround protagonists--although in this case with chapters in alternating voices--and a storyline that veers from sardonic humor to chilling spatters of violence.

The main drawback to Wolf Tickets is that at times I had a hard time delineating between the two voices; but this one also comes with a warning for the casual reader who is unprepared for various scenes of violence, torture, and abuse (of substances, other people, and The King's English).

This came to me from Blasted Heath, a highly admirable ebook publisher from across the pond who are putting out some crackling contemporary noir.  Recommended for fans of the hard-boiled.

RAYLAN BY ELMORE LEONARD

Federal marshal Raylan Givens takes on a variety of Kentucky criminals, from organ traffickers to corporate thieves to cold-blooded killers, in Elmore Leonard's Raylan.

Leonard's laconic, trigger-eager lawman has appeared in several earlier crime novels but has become more prominent since the FX television show Justified featured the character, in a solid portrayal by Timothy Olyphant.

Unfortunately I found the storytelling in this one more television-sized, picking up characters and situations from the show and sometimes riffing on them in different ways; but I felt Raylan never really creating a large enough stage for the characters, as one might hope for when freed from the constrictions of TV production.

That being said, it is a quick, enjoyable read and pretty solid for a late entry in Leonard's bibliography, which has run hot and cold in recent years.

Dawn of the Shed

So while I was goofing off in Italy the roof collapsed on my aged gardening shed.  I thought I would just order one from Lowe's and build it myself.  Shortly thereafter a truck pulled up with a little flat box that looked like the one I got when I built my daughter a kitchen playset when she was little.  Only this one weighed over 1,000 pounds.  2 hours of inventory in a 50+ page instruction booklet and then almost 25 hours of working through 9 boxes of nails in 90 degree heat and it's time for a good old-fashioned Amish shed-raising.  If I am still alive after I will post more pictures.

From Italy, with Gelato

Welcome back to Italy, the land of the shrug--maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe open, maybe closed, maybe electricity, maybe not, maybe the bus is running, if not go and have a nice plate of pasta and a glass of vino.  As you can see, they haven't cleaned up a lot since I was here last year.  This statue, in the Boboli Gardens, looks like something left over from Planet of the Apes.

The Good, the Bad, and the Nerdy

I spent a lot more time this year looking for fumetti on the streets of Rome and Florence; here is a very respectable stack of Tex comics, an inexplicably popular series that has run for more than 50 years about a Texas Ranger in the American Old West.  I bought several because they were easier to understand than some; even I know Tex shouldn't camp in Il Canyon Della Morte when there are mummies around.

You Say You Want A Revolution

I remained fascinated by the posters plastered around Rome.  This was my favorite last year, and this was my fave from this year; a poster for a Communist rally (who knew there were still Communists?) featuring a foxy young comrade yelling through a megaphone at, I think, Lou Dobbs.

From the Land of Sky-Blue Water

Rome has a reputation for healthful waters, and they pipe it out to you everywhere, as ubiquitous as a fresh plate of pasta (I recommend the carbonara, anywhere).  The fact that a fellow traveler observed a dog lapping from said fountain didn't diminish its sweet goodness.

I Wasn't That Uneasy

Polite Engrish in Rome.

There Goes Tokyo

Graffiti is plentiful in Rome, and this was my favorite of the year; though I wish I had my camera with me when I saw the Jim Morrison with the monkey face.

Open City

Weird street art, offered without comment.

Everyday Italian

Typical Italian pizza, diametrically opposed to what you would expect, with things like eggs, pineapple, and other items we generally don't put on our pale knockoffs.  But I looked this one right in the face and it went down easy.  It's hard to eat a bad meal in Italy; I also sampled the wild boar and the wild hare and found in them greatness (with only a little buckshot).

Roman Holiday-ish

The Mouth of Truth--you know I was sweating putting my hand in there.  But I ain't lying if I say I hope to go back someday.

SPACE Oddities

My old pal Tom Cherry decided to table at the Small Press and Comics Expo this year, a great show in Columbus Ohio that we have both visited several times.  I offered to help him table, which mostly meant I walked around and talked to other cartoonists and then drew sketches that forced people to take a wide berth around his booth.  A fun day and a neat event.

SPACE Table

Tom Cherry's wares on display at SPACE.

Sketchy SPACE

Demand was minimal for my offbeat convention sketches at Tom's table.

SPACE Barbarism

I have been following Tom Scioli's career for a long time and met him some years ago at SPACE.  Here he is signing American Barbarian for me, a lunatic masterpiece.

SPACE Swag

Some of the stash I picked up at SPACE.  I am a longtime fan of Pam Bliss and really like her mixed-media Green Peas and Chickenhorses and was pleasantly surprised by something I'd never heard of before called Indestructible Universe Quarterly.  I picked up some new Cynicalman and King Cat Comics and really enjoyed meeting King Cat's John Porcellino.  I have been reading his autobiographical comic for over ten years and had the surreal experience of feeling like I knew somebody I had never met before.

SPACE Fans

Tom Cherry signs a copy of one of his minicomics for a fan named Simba.

Cooler Than Me

Me working the door at the Mike Posner concert put on by my university, taken with complete irony by my daughter.  I can't remember for sure but I think my last concert might have been They Might Be Giants, not exactly the same crowd.  However, I did like this show, especially Mike Posner's unusual covers, including Wonderwall, Rolling with the Deep, and Evil Woman

The Hoosier Silver Screen

My first trip to the Indiana University Cinema in Bloomington, Indiana, a hip, alternative film venue as evidenced by these two hip, alternative dudes.  This is me and director Miguel Coyula at the screening of his film "Memories of Overdevelopment."  I met Miguel some years ago when his movie "Red Cockroaches" played at Microcinema Fest in South Dakota, where I was a festival judge.  Since then Miguel has played in some less prestigious venues, such as Sundance.  He was so busy at IU we didn't even get to reminisce about sharing a bunk bed at American University in Rapid City.