Murder Loves
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Murder Loves Company $15.64 James Yeats Biddle was upset when two Japnese laborers were hurled from a speeding car corssing the San Francisco Bay Bridge headed for the San Francisco Exposition on Treasure Island but he was even more irked when someone killed his beloved olive trees. With the help of attractive reporter Kay Ritchie and Inspector ANgus McDuff, Prof. Biddle turns detective. First published in 1940. |
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Murder One $4.45 In MURDER ONE, from New York Times bestselling author Robert Dugoni, David Sloane defends the woman he loves in a murder case…but is she guilty? |
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Self-Murder $13.59 A dark love story of obsessive fixation, perceptual disorientation, insomnia, and psychic seizures–with madness waiting in the wings. "Do you dare to fall in love?" asks the narrator of Self-Murder, and then answers by detailing an instance of attraction to a "breath-stealing" beauty which swiftly becomes an obsessive fixation, such that all else melts from his awareness, his sanity is stretched to its limits, and madness threatens to engulf him. Shifting emotional extremes, sensual excess, and prolonged sleep deprivation: all combine to erode the narrator’s tenuous hold on rationality and propel him into a somnambulistic waking state where the distinction between what’s real and imagined blurs, and he’s no longer able to be certain of how he’s behaving; without being aware of it, he may have committed murder. Self-Murder depicts a hallucinatory landscape of the mind and emotions, as terrifying as it is surprisingly and astoundingly beautiful, while probing the elusiveness of memory and difficulty of accurately apprehending our inner state of affairs–or of understanding the underlying motives of our actions. Reviews: "Self-Murder is a fascinating and excellent psychological thriller readers won’t be able to put down."–Midwest Book Review "A phantasmagoria of unbridled lust, sexual obsession, and stealth madness, Robert Scott Leyse’s Self-Murder is a dazzling indictment of desire that brims with sensory imagery and moments of exquisite verbal beauty delivered by a narrative voice that is baroque but disturbing and more than a little reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe."–Gary Earl Ross, Edgar Award-winning author of Blackbird Rising: A Novel of the American Spirit "Robert Scott Leyse channels Baudelaire’s Queen of Spades and Jack of Hearts, speaking darkly of dead loves, in this new book. He also reminds me of James Purdy’s notorious eccentricity. There’s plenty of middlebrow stuff if you want it. Self-Murder isn’t that."–Kris Saknussemm, author of Private Midnight "In Self-Murder, Robert Scott Leyse achieves a striking stylistic gallimaufry: Proustian memories underpinning thoughts, words, and deeds; obsession treated in a way which evokes Lolita; romps that Henry Miller would have enjoyed; a finale that delivers a blow to the solar plexus."–Barry Baldwin, Emeritus Professor of Classics, U. of Calgary, Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada "Self-Murder is lush sensuality of language injected with menace. A vivid portrait of mental disintegration and an explosive picture-show. Hallucinations without substance-abuse. Overwrought nerves and insomnia are Self-Murder’s drugs of choice."–George Fosty, ESPN featured author of Black Ice "Here is a psychological struggle and sensual breakout where you best get a comfortable seat, grab the joy stick, and hang on. Self-Murder is a delicious look at the mystery of self-psychoanalysis, sensual release, acceptance |
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What Smiled at Him What Smiled at Him is the story of two childhood friends who find every clue and opportunity they need to solve a grisly double murder, but, for their own reasons, choose not to. Lynn and Marv, now in their late twenties, are beginning to question the choices they’ve made. One is a struggling musician, the other a salesman. And one night, far from home, alcohol, irresponsibility and coincidence re… |
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Carmen Jones $4.44 Few actresses have captivated the camera as powerfully as Dorothy Dandridge in Carmen Jones. Her polished beauty plays in irresistible contrast to her title character’s leonine sexuality and fluid emotions; a man can’t decide from moment to moment if he wants to save her from doom, build her a castle, or never let her out of bed. Of course, that’s the problem with the boys in this semi-experiment… |
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Velvet Underground $2.35 Released in 1969 to an almost total lack of critical acclaim or consumer interest, the Velvet Underground’s third album may well be the finest record of the band’s career. Without the sonic terrorism of The Velvet Underground & Nico and White Light/White Heat or the ill-conceived commercial concessions that marred Loaded, the album’s songs are free to stand on their own merit. And stand they do: “… |
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