The results: Best Cover winner - Matt Kindt for Noir at the Bar (Lawrence Block deserves a piece of this honor too - as well as congratulations on his own win for Best Novel: Legend with A Drop of the Hard Stuff). Hey, Kindt's brand new comic Mind Mgmt, hits stands later this month. Pick it up.
Best Short Story on the Web winner - David James Keaton for Either Way it Ends With a Shovel from Crime Factory, plus nominees Matthew C. Funk and Hilary Davidson
Best Novel: Legend - nominee Les Edgerton for The Bitch
Best Novel: Rising Star winner - Anthony Neil Smith for All the Young Warriors, plus John Rector for Already Gone
Just started J.J. Connolly's Viva La Madness, the sequel to Layer Cake and it's got me kinda jazzed on Brit crime shits. I was a bit confused when I first saw there was another book coming that was a continuation of his nameless protagonist's story as those who've read Layer Cake (as I admit - I have not, but probably should) or seen Matthew Vaughn's film (which I have - a couple of times) will remember - there are very good reasons for thinking that his story is... um, over. It's not. He's trying to live it up in Barbados now. Failing, but trying. I admit further that when I read the synopsis it brought to mind that scene from The Three Amigos where Joe Montegna explains the failure of the most recent Amigo film Those Darn Amigos "Nobody went to see it because nobody cares about three wealthy Spanish land owners on a weekend in Manhattan. We strayed from the formula and paid the price." Well, I don't think Viva La Madness is gonna be Those Darn Amigos by a long shot. In fact, it's got me pretty good. I'm finding myself popping in flicks like The Long Good Friday, Get Carter, Sexy Beast, The Limey, Gangster No. 1, Mona Lisa, and even Down Terrace - a seriously subversive genre picture from Ben Wheatley. (Read more at Ransom Notes). Peter Dragovich wrote 'bout Wheatley's latest Kill List over at the Crime Factory blog and man oh man, I can't wait to see it. It's gonna fuck me up, I think.
Speaking of fucked up - man, when Dave Keaton recommends you take a moment to read a story that'll do that, you can trust his judgement. On his say so, I checked out John Everson's story Mouth from the Cheryl Mullenax edited anthology The Death Panel, and... heh, yeah, fucked up. So far, I've also read stories in that book from Keaton, Fred Venturini and Tom Piccirilli - based on those selections, it's a kick-ass horror/crime collection.