Books

Two Graves For The Bishop: Russian Corruption, British Collusion, Irish Confession - Life & Crimes of Paddy the Brit (Con Maknazpy Book 3)

AMAZON #1 BESTSELLER NORTHERN IRISH CRIME FICTION

A Dark Bank in Vienna launders Russian plunder. Covert tapes are a blackmail bonanza.

“It’s only very serious crime writers who could focus in close-up on characters and their psychic essence with the kind of skill that Cappa uses ... Deserves to be placed on the same bookshelves as works by Le...

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Black Boat Dancing (Con Maknazpy Book 2)

“A remarkable thriller about money, technology and geopolitics that manages to feel both timeless and timely. Black Boat Dancing contains plenty of familiar thriller comfort food, most notably the reluctant war hero with a blood-soaked past, pulled back into action for the most important job of his life. But there’s also a lot here that is new,...

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Blood from a Shadow (Con Maknazpy Book 1)

“We are in the realm of tough guys doing tough guy things against other tough guys. There is something about author Gerard Cappa’s style, as well as his hero Con Maknazpy, that carries echoes of Dashiell Hammett and the Continental Op.” San Francisco Book Review


I read a lot of what might be called “noir thrillers,” and I ask myself where the...

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Other Writing

Atoms Pale and Wan (song lyric)  My name’s not Jams O’Donnell and I’m

My name’s not Jams O’Donnell and I’m not from Dublin town

But a bona fide genius though they sought to do me down

In lounge bars and public the jealous did me slight

Merely idle scribblers yet lauded with high renown

They cry you don’t deserve us but we stage behind your back

And many’s a hack stole my page when I was rather tight

But when life looks black as the hour of night and my atoms are pale and wan

I rage to hell with the civil service fill up the Cruiskeen Lawn

To hell with the civil...

There's Always Tomorrow (song lyric) Time in life sorrow sinks deepPreach

Time in life sorrow sinks deep

Preach me no lies easy but hollow

Steep learning curve no reason or rhyme

Wallow in disguise you just can’t reach

Fear is bleak what’s the point in tryin’

Cryin season’s this week or this year

But at the end of the day there’s always tomorrow

Love dances in perpetual motion

I may be gone but still at your side

When you smile, when you cry

Still holding your hand

When you wake, when you sleep

You can’t see me now, never mind

Because at the end of the day there’s always...

Locals Only (song lyric) One evening fair I did repair to view sweet

One evening fair I did repair to view sweet Belfast town

A maid I did meet beyond compare, comely, dark and tall

A raven-haired beauty, I said come tell me truly

What makes you frown and tears down your cheeks to fall?

I’m a worker in social care, kind sir, I labour all the day

I clean the old and spoon the food to spare their dignity

A haven for their memories, respite for their families

A prayer to lift their mood I’ll say to show affinity

But at night when my toil is over and wearily I fall

I...

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The Friends of Eddie Coyle by George V. Higgins  Higgins lets his

Higgins lets his characters go about their business without the burden of reflection, doubt or regret.

They inhabit a natural world of deceit and scheming; friend and foe alike are told what they want to hear, each successive teller calculates which version of the truth will suit his own purpose (and it is always a 'he', except for Wanda), skimming and priming the listener to act or not act as the teller requires.

The same evasions and power struggles happen in more predictable workplaces...

Langrishe, Go Down by Aidan Higgins  A new(2016) edition with the

A new(2016) edition with the bonus of an insightful afterword from John Banville.

The blurb tells you all you need to know as far as plot - "the youngest of the four sisters embarks on a reckless love affair, set against the backdrop of a crumbling 1930's Europe" - and there are no surprises along the way. The predictability, though, doesn't matter, I didn't read this to find out what happened next. Higgins constructs, or recreates, his atmospheric world and that is enough.

'Evening.Steam on...

The Hot Spot by Charles Williams  Classic 50's pulp fiction. Harry

Classic 50's pulp fiction. Harry Madox is a drifter, and drifts right into a maelstrom of opportunity and temptation; a bank begging to be robbed, a beautiful young girl with troubles, his boss' bored wife who is trouble.

"I was still sweltering when I went back to the room. I couldn't sleep. In the next room an old man was reading aloud to his wife from the Bible, laboring slowly through the Book of Genesis, a begat at a time, and pronouncing it with the accent on the first syllable. I lay...

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