by Mike Monson
I don’t really get the deal with Alec Cizak’s Manifesto Destination. I keep asking Alec why it isn’t available and he tells me and then either I don’t remember the answer or the answer just didn’t make sense. Whatever, I read it all in one sitting while on the sand at Hapuna Beach on The Big Island of Hawafuckingii in June of 2013. I loved it. It was so crazed and still so plausible and both hilarious and serious and completely entertaining.
Here is the synopsis and some blurbs from when it was available briefly:
Elmore Johnson has only got two friends, the bottle of Jim Beam in his coat pocket and a revolver named Lorraine. He worked for the Indianapolis Police Department until they booted him for exposing dirty cops. Now he makes a meager living snapping seedy photos. But when Elmore shoots pictures of the daughter of a wealthy CEO making cheap porn, the girl ends up dead. As the bodies pile up, Elmore finds himself trapped in the heart of a bizarre conspiracy until he discovers the horrifying truth about a place called Manifesto Destination.
Alec Cizak’s Manifesto Destination will take you back to dystopian 1998 Indianapolis where everyone—the cops, big business, and even the little guy—is dirty and only looking out for themselves. His writing is boiled rock hard and keeps you turning one noir-infested page after another until you find yourself as paranoid as Elmore Johnson.
“Alec Cizak finds the naked truth on the printed page. An artist with no fear and thankfully no moral center.” – David Cranmer, Editor of Beat To A Pulp
“The city of Indianapolis like you haven’t seen it before (at least not yet), seasoned with a splash of noir, a dash of dystopia and almost but not quite hard-boiled. More like Eggs Benedict – though that breakfast was originally invented as a hangover cure, and this might cause one. Alec Cizak’s heady mixture of sci-fi and P.I., bad cops and Big Brothers, is a dark, funny read, full of twists and a barely controlled rage at the state of our corporate nation. And by nudging his detective story into a disturbing but recognizable future, the author paints this concoction with an extra layer of despair, as we realize his Phil Dickian satire of manipulation is not just familiar, but also inevitable. Best read with Charlie Parker in the background (the hero probably wore out his Charlie Parker With Strings tape, but it weaves the perfect soundtrack). Jazzy and weird, the whole thing is probably a thinly-veiled threat, but I had too much fun to heed any warnings. See you at the Magic Carpet before they tear it down.” – David James Keaton, author of FISH BITES COP: Stories To Bash Authorities
Now, Friends Who Murder Each Other, by Chris Rhatigan I know all about. It is actually my favorite novel. Ever. I read it and wrote a rave review on my blog back before Chris and I were publishing partners. I’ll link to the review here, okay? Anyway, it’s been out and available on paperback for quite a while and it has been woefully neglected by readers. I want to change all that. I want you wonderful ebook-loving people eager for great bizarro-tinged absurd and very bleak noir (really, it’s a fun book, I swear) to grab up this book and then tell all your friends and get Chris the credit he deserves for being one of the best writers out there. Period. Okay?
Three dudes who used to work at the same convenience store are out bowling one night when they confess crimes to each other for literally no reason. They all succumb to fits of intense paranoia and proceed to live out the book’s title.
The Kind of Friends Who Murder Each Other is a weird noir exploration into clock-watching, friendship, smoking, minimum-wage jobs, nihilism, bad coffee, generic America, and boss-hating. At the end of this book, you will have learned zero life lessons and will probably feel like shit.
The books are coming from All Due Respect September 15. Go ahead and be excited.