Except instead of your usual hard-boiled detectives, junkies, strippers, low-lifes, and fat crime bosses it’s got budgie strippers, dingo enforcers, pigeon revolutionaries, retired rooster cock fighters, and god I don’t even know what else. I’ll admit that originally I imagined the dingos were from another planet and that the novel would end with a giant robotic chicken destroying a city, but that might be too much right now.
I turned in the first 7400 words to my workshop class last night. I’ll go ahead and concede the point Amanda made to me after reading the first draft, “You’re writing this just to troll your workshop class.” Yes, true. But now I’ve got an actual thing on my hands, and I need to do something with it. But, jesus, I’ve never even ever read a crime novel (except for The Riddle of the Traveling Skull, which, I don’t know, is debatable as a “crime novel”). Maybe I’ve seen a few movies, but, really, it all boils down to just my experiences religiously watching the original CSI (back in the aughts) and True Detective. I know nothing about the genre.
Which is why this list of Elmore Leonard books caught my attention yesterday. I remember shelving these books back when I worked at a B&N in college. Such crazy covers. I think I’m going to stop by the bookshop tomorrow and pick one of these titles up to read this weekend after I finish D. Watkins’s The Beast Side. You know, for research purposes.
Canelli, we’re going to have to wait another month before starting IJ. Hmmm, maybe we should plan for a Thanksgiving kickoff? Just to be safe.