Cities That Eat Islands Book 2 is now out in paperback ($19.99) and ebook formats (sale price $2.99).
A must read for Miki Radicci fans.
Mixing Sarah Paretsky and Andrew Vachss into a noir urban fantasy, the author of the Miki Radicci series continues the tense and thrilling mystery of siblings entering a dark and secretive world of criminals and anti-heroes.
He’s killed 3 young women.
The police can’t see the connection.
The events from two years ago bring the Noto twins’ psychic ability to the attention of die Auslese. They want Enzo, a non verbal autistic, for his ability to communicate through radio waves and Carmella, a brilliant artist, for her ability to experience one’s death.
The first assignment: find a maniac murdering young black women. Within the racially conflicted streets of 1963 Brooklyn, Carmella discovers that the primary suspect may also be the man who wins her heart.
Enzo, trapped in a web of twisted love, spins off onto Rikers Island where his condition grabs the attention of violent criminals. He fights the inner system to survive, hoping to return to his true love and family. But unknowing to him many conflicting shadow groups plan to get him out.
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This year I wrote 250,529 words, which consists of two books in the Cities That Eat Islands trilogy and 2/3rds of a Radicci Sisters book. I guess that’s not bad. Was hoping to finish the RS book in the summer and then now but life didn’t go that way. I’ll have to finish it after Book 3 of the trilogy in the Spring.
I hope to have 4 new books released by the end of the summer if my health and life goes well.
A few weeks before Thanksgiving I discovered I had a 1cm stone blocking my kidney. The pain was excruciating and I had to go to the hospital for a few days, then after that have a few procedures. Urinating during that month and few weeks was horrible, like someone was twisting a knife in my side.
Now, I’m pain free and what is left inside me is small. I just have to flush it. I can focus on my two root canals. Yeah, a rough end to 2018.
Sorry I haven’t kept up with this blog. It might have to do with the fiction I’m writing. I’ve been creating autistic main characters in my stories and I suppose I’ve been communicating life’s difficulties through them.
Also, the Miki Radicci Holiday sale will end at the end of the year. $1.99 novels in the series and the shorts collection, and Party Girl Crashes the Rapture. Take advantage of it.
And thanks to all those who have bought my work this year. Every little bit helps me financially. I hope to continue to entertain in 2019. 🙂
This is a collection of short stories from mystery and crime writer M.E. Purfield, best known as the creator of the highly rated and long running ‘Miki Radicci’ series, which reveals Purfield’s continued talent for quirky, unconventional characters struggling through realistic, tense, and desperate situations.
A young girl trapped in a cage finds salvation in the darkest corner of an abandoned hospital, a thief with a bag full of stolen money hides under the cover of a serial killer’s rampage, a mother blinded by fame pushes her child into the shadow of modeling, and a hit man takes one last job based on morals. These are some of the tales you’ll find within the stark streets of the city to the outer reaches of South America.
More revisions on Cities That Eat Islands. Tomorrow I should be done.
Started watching Part 2 of Luc Besson’s Arthur and the Invisibles. Part 1 was pretty good, which I saw earlier this year. Part leads right into part 3 so I have that to look forward to tomorrow. So far I’m enjoying the mix of live action and animation. It plays like a family version of his other films (Fifth Element or Valarian). A lot of funny lines and stints.
D’s bully situation is somewhat getting better. Although they are not to be in contact with each other, the little monster is talking behind his back and gathering others against him.
I did some research and found out that indeed (as he brags to the girls to score cool points) he is related to a local author by the name of L. Skurnick in Jersey City. Classy. Hopefully, his father who met with school officials today, will make a difference. If not then off to the Bully Councilor. And if that doesn’t work, to the Devil herself.
The internet is still ablaze about what is racism and the Barr tweet and using it to get The View off of ABC. Although I could care less past my artistic disappointment, I just think that biological hate is a much stronger offence than ideological hate. And racist jokes from blacks to whites are funny and okay since, hey, they only been free since the 60s. They have the right to blow off a little steam and we are weird and oppressive.
Anyway. It’s been a bit confusing for me and making people really angry or really mediocre.
Watched Nicholas Ray’s On Dangerous Ground. Was impressed how gritty it was. Even when it moved to the rural upstate New York setting.
Robert Ryan was great as the violent cop who faced his literal demons. Through out the picture I was wondering where I had seen him before and remembered him in Act of Violence where he played the soldier who came home to torment the other into confessing his crime. Ida Lupino was again brilliant but didn’t show up until halfway even though she got top billing. I think Ed Begley was the killer. If he was, he was great too.
Finished editing goal for Cities That Eat Islands. All goes well, only one and half week left.
Read Robert McCammon’s Tales from Greystone Bay. Out of the three collected it has one I hadn’t read before. Perfect for my McCammon collection. The master.
Neen and I saw Back To the Future at the Loew’s Jersey last night. 50 foot screen and the original print. Nice warm colors with sprocket skipping. The way film is intended. Can’t find that in digital. Havent seen the film like that since I was 11. When that movie came out it played in theatres for a whole year. Shit like that doesn’t happen anymore. Movies are pulled out no more than a month and dropped in digital markets ASAP.
Anyway. It’s still funny and worthy of the model for pop screenwriting. The audience cheered when dad punched Biff and Marty hit 88 on the way home. It was the last film of the season until September.
Spent the day recovering from a horrible night. Restless leg syndrome kept me up. Couldn’t close my eyes no matter how tired I felt. And when I finally did go to sleep, M woke up at 4 and wanted to party. She does this once an a while. For an autistic child she sleeps well. All of us are truly fortunate. My own sleep patterns are not so great.
Did tech work as you can see on the site. Less clutter, simpler. Maybe.
I will leave you with a strange quote I ran into over the week end about a baseball field in my town:
“it is equality because those fields aren’t open to anyone. They’re only open when there are baseball games.”