Category Archives: BRIT GRIT

Small Town Creed at Shotgun Honey

shotgun-honey-5-yearsI’m over at SHOTGUN HONEY again with a little yarn called SMALL TOWN CREED.

‘A golf club slammed into the side of Sammy Lee’s face. He fell to the ground and looked up at Crispin.

 ‘Is that the best you’ve got? You soft Southern shite,’ he said through broken teeth. He spat blood as he spoke and laughed, although he really felt like screaming.’

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Pat McDonald Reviews Too Many Crooks

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Too Many Crooks

Over at the Amazons, crime writer Pat McDonald says:

on February 20, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition
Cherchez the valuable and original Nazi Totenkopfring a death head ring purported to be owned by Himmler whom it is reputed gave away copies to his SS favourites. The search to find the genuine article swings back and forth from London to Warsaw, and is interspersed with violent vendettas to be settled in a way only Mr Brazill can imagine. The characters are straight out of the ‘essential guide to the underworld’ making you wonder how they survived for so long.
Another noir comedy (more tongue in cheek than slapstick) where the women are beautiful but dangerous – you just have to love that – and Boots or Rimmell would love to sponsor their own range of red lipstick! An explosive ending that you just can’t miss. Nice one, keep them coming! Pat McDonald British Crime Author.

Pre-order A Case Of Noir for 99p!

a-case-of-noir-n2tkThe eBook of the all-new A CASE OF NOIR is available for pre-order and it’s only 99p!

Here’s the blurb:

In snow smothered Warsaw, Luke Case, a boozy English hack with a dark secret, starts a dangerous affair with a gangster’s wife. Case escapes to the sweltering Spanish heat where he meets a colourful cast of characters, including a mysterious torch singer and a former East End villain with a criminal business proposition. While in stormy Toulouse, he encounters a blast from the past that is positively seismic which forces him to return to England and confront his past.

A Case Of Noir is a strong shot of international noir from Paul D. Brazill.

You can grab it from Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and any other Amazon that takes your fancy. The paperback is on its way.

Renato Bratkovic Reviews To Many Crooks

too-many-crooksOver at Amazon.com , The Big Bratkovsky says:

on February 12, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
… when it’s Paul D. Brazill’s book, that is. It’s another great piece of noir literature by the man himself. He literally put the McGuffin into this one along with a bunch of other characters you’d expect to meet in a Brazill’s book. There can’t be too many crooks in his stories, so grab the book, become one of them and indulge yourself with a healthy dose of vivid imagery and laugh-out-loud word phrases.

Updates, News Etc

There’s a lot of it about.

First up, the paperback of TOO MANY CROOKS is out now! You can grab it at BARNES&NOBLE, AMAZON, and a few other places, I’m sure,

Also, the paperback of COLD LONDON BLUES is now available from Amazon.com 

A CASE OF NOIR will soon be given a reboot from those classy folk at NEAR TO THE KNUCKLE. It should be out early on in March.

SHOTGUN HONEY will be publishing one of my yarns in early March. It’s called SMALL TOWN CREED.

NICK SWEENEY is over at POLSKI NOIR  at the moment.

My latest BRIT GRIT ALLEY column is up at OUT OF THE GUTTER ONLINE.

And I currently have a guest blog – and eBook giveaway – over at DEBBI MACK’s CRIME CAFE where I talk about flash fiction. Check out KISS.

Warren Stalley Reviews Too Many Crooks

too-many-crooksOver at Amazon.co.uk Warren Stalley says:

5.0 out of 5 starsSeven Dollars on the Red

Right from the start of Too Many Crooks there’s a blast of violence and gallows humour which sets the tone for the latest novel by talented Brit Grit author Paul D Brazill. The narrative follows various dubious criminals caught up in the search for the valuable Nazi Totenkopfring. Can amnesiac victim McGuffin stay alive long enough in Poland to recover his memory and find the ring? What connection does he have to Leslie Hawkins and her husband Sydney back in England who are also looking for the ring? Too Many Crooks is littered with the usual Brazill razor sharp one liners honed to perfection, as the eccentric characters’ weave in and out of trouble in England and Poland. To summarise this is another polished winner and one of the very best pieces of work from Paul D Brazill.’

Short, Sharp Interview: Tom Leins

wu-tang-antho-coverPDB: Can you pitch This Book Ain’t Nuttin to Fuck with: A Wu-Tang Tribute Anthology in 25 words or less?

Tremendous hip-hop inspired collection edited by Christoph Paul and Grant Wamack. My story, INCARCERATED SCARFACES, is a Paignton Noir remix of Van Damme’s Death Warrant!

 PDB: Which music, books, films, songs or television shows do you wish you had written?

Music: Mule Variations by Tom Waits, and Hold On in particular. That song and album introduced me to his work back in ’99, and remain firm favourites.

Book: The Road by Cormac McCarthy. An absolutely devastating piece of work. If I were to read it again since becoming a father it would probably destroy me!

Film: Pulp Fiction. Most of my nominal ‘Top 10’ movies would probably be drawn from the 1990s, back when video shops still ruled the roost. Tarantino has plenty of detractors nowadays, but the Reservoir Dogs-Pulp Fiction one-two punch still excites me.

TV show: Breaking Bad. Such a smart, multi-faceted show. Excellent storytelling, and great attention to detail.

PDB: Which of your books do you think would make good films or TV series?

I would love to see a Paignton Noir TV series one day. Regional voices have always done well in the UK cop-show world, and I would like to see my shabby seaside town given the same treatment. It would be great to shine a light on the sun-blurred beaches, dilapidated caravan parks, murky amusement arcades and time-ravaged pubs that are this town’s stock-in-trade. I’m working on a ten-book series, starting with ‘Boneyard Dogs’, so there is plenty of scope for small-screen action. (Of course, I need to get the actual books published first…!)

PDB: Who are your favourite writers?

Far too many to mention, so I will namecheck the writer I have been reading back-to-back in recent weeks: Adrian McKinty. I thoroughly enjoyed his Dead trilogy years ago, but his Sean Duffy series – set in 1980s Northern Ireland – sees him raise his game to dizzy new heights. The volatile backdrop provides extra frisson, and the mysteries themselves are impeccably put together. Plus, anyone who uses Tom Waits lyrics as book titles is worthy of our attention, right?

PDB: What’s your favourite joke?

My literary career!

PDB: What’s your favourite song?

To answer this question properly would take me weeks of contemplation and research, so I will defer to the all-time most-played track on my iPod: ‘Unchained (The Payback/Untouchable)’ by James Brown and 2Pac, as featured on the Django Unchained soundtrack.

tomleins-2017-bwPDB: What’s on the cards?

My story THE STOOGE is in the first issue of the brand new California crime magazine Switchblade, edited by Scotch Rutherford. It is one of the nastiest stories I have ever written, and has little in common with anything else I have ever published. After that, my story HERE COMES THAT WEIRD CHILL features in ‘More Bizarro Than Bizarro’, the new anthology from Bizarro Pulp Press, edited by Vincenzo Bilof. It is Paignton Gothic rather than Paignton Noir – a slight departure from my regular stuff. In terms of flash fiction, I have a new batch of wrestling noir stories in the pipeline, which I hope people dig.

PDB: Anything else?

Thank you for having me, Paul!

Bio: Tom Leins is a disgraced ex-film critic from Paignton, UK. His short stories have been published by the likes of Akashic Books, Shotgun HoneyNear to the KnuckleRevolution John and Spelk. He is currently working on a novella called Boneyard Dogs. Get your pound of flesh at https://thingstodoindevonwhenyouredead.wordpress.com

Out Now! Too Many Crooks by Paul D. Brazill

too-many-crooksToo Many Crooks is a blackly comic Brit Grit romp from the author of Guns Of Brixton and Kill Me Quick!

When high-class fence Leslie Hawkins meets Peter Rhatigan in a sleazy London pub, he offers her the chance to get her hands on the Totenkopfring, a legendary piece of World War Two memorabilia. However, after a violent encounter with a member of a biker gang, things soon spiral wildly and dangerously out of control. Meanwhile in Poland, Dr Anna Nowak finds an amnesiac Englishman half-dead in the snow…

Too Many Crooks by Paul D. Brazill is a fast-moving and action-packed cocktail of bodies, bullets and death-black comedy.

Published by Near To The Knuckle, you can grab Too Many Crooks from Amazon.com , Amazon.co.uk and any other Amazon. The paperback is on its way!

Pat McDonald Reviews The Gumshoe

the gumshoe and other brit grit yarns.Over at Amazon.co.uk , Pat McDonald gives The Gumshoe, and Other Brit Grit Yarns 5 stars and says:

‘Another collection of short pieces with the Brazill flare for one liners, wonderfully named characters and a selection of violent and sometimes unusual terminations of life. Taking some from historical evidence i.e Vlad the Impaler just lends itself to modern day equipment like the Claw Hammer and very large nails! Sometimes it’s a straight choice between laughing out loud or a wincing groan. But there is one thing I am pleased about, not eating meat (especially pork products from specially fed pigs) and barbecued meat, means I won’t have to give it up after reading some of Mr Brazill’s disposal of corpses. And I thought I had it taped!
Wonderfully amusing as usual; where description and deadpan is worked to perfection. I especially like the ladies in his work, even though to meet one would be quite frightening I imagine, they are tough, beautiful and have many skills! Don’t we all? Pat McDonald British Crime Writer’

Short, Sharp Interview: Lesley Welsh

20160524_195220PDB: Can you pitch TRUTH LIES BURIED in 25 words or less?

Female ex-solder with dodgy past saves savvy dead gangster’s kid from vengeful step-mother and deadly villains.

PDB: Which music, books, films or television shows do you wish you had written?

Songs. For Free by Joni Mitchell, or I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bonnie Rait. But especially any of the lyrics of Lorenz Hart.

Books. Crow Road by Iain Banks.

Films. Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead or The Guard.

TV Shows. Mash, Deadwood or Traffic.

PDB: Which books do you think would make great films or TV series?

Mine.

PDB: Who are the great British writers?

I think that Paul D Brazill is rather spiffing.

PDB: What’s the ex-pat life like for you?

I have met and mix with lots of people here in Spain from all walks of life, most of whom I would never have met in the UK. For example, one friend was a prison governor in England, others were police officers and one was in close security work. I exploit their expertise mercilessly for research purposes and they get a mention in acknowledgments and a free copy of the book in return. A bargain all round I think.

PDB: What’s on the cards?

A couple of years ago, I wrote a dark and disturbing (or so they tell me) tale of a serial killer and now have a new publisher for that. The title is still to be finalised but they like ‘The Serial Killer’s Daughter,’ so we may go with that. I have just signed a two book contract with that publisher and they want another in the same genre delivered in by May. Gulp!!!

PDB: Anything else?

I am currently finishing off a novel of the hard-boiled variety for Thomas & Mercer who published Truth Lies Buried and hope they’ll give that the green light too. But, of course, there are no guarantees.

lesley-welsh_croppedBio: Lesley Welsh was born in Strawberry Filed children’s home and raised on a notorious council estate in Liverpool. Later she moved to London where she studied English and Drama and worked as a freelance writer specialising in alternative lifestyles. Her articles appeared in Cosmopolitan, Marie Calire, Red, Bite, Time Out and many others before she established Moondance Media, a magazine publishing company. Her dark and compelling short story Mrs Webster’s Obesssion was turned into a film. She now lives and works in Spain.

#FRIDAY FLASH: EVERYDAY PEOPLE

13 shots2Brendan Burke was a creature of narrow habit and come rain or come shine, come hell or high water, he always ate meat on Fridays, even though, around the time of his seventieth birthday, it had begun to play havoc with his digestion.
‘Rebellion,’ said Brendan to Tony Amerigo. ‘Rebellion against the shackles of my Catholic upbringing.’
‘Power to the people,’ said Tony, raising a clenched fist.
Tony had been a butcher since leaving school, as were his father and grandfather, but business hadn’t been so good since the influx of supermarkets selling cut price cuts of meat. Curmudgeons like Brendan were a godsend for Tony.
Brendan put the meat in his tartan shopping bag and headed off.
‘Post office, next?’ said Tony.
‘As per usual,’ said Brendan. The social services kept trying to convince him to have his pension paid into the bank but Brendan had dug his heels in, stuck to his guns. He hated banks and enjoyed his trips to the post office, the centre of the local tittle tattle. ‘And then I’m off to the naval club, though I still don’t know if I’m an inny or an outty’.
He chuckled to himself and was still chuckling when a lime-coloured scooter jumped a light and knocked him arse over tit.

* * *

‘Jeezus, don’t send for her!’ said Brendan. Skye, the featherlight social worker that hovered over him – looking like a delicate flower next to the mountain of a man-  had suggested phoning his daughter, Sue, who lived in London and getting her to come and take care of him for a while. He’d barely been in the hospital a week, discharging himself after complaining about missing two drinking sessions at the club.
‘She’s worse than her bloody mother was for fussin’ and fannying around,’said Brendan.
‘Well, you do need a carer, Mr B,’ said Sky.
Brendan shook his head as he looked at her. She was sparkling and fresh, from somewhere down south – home counties, maybe. How could she possibly  have a clue about anything?
‘Do you know anyone?’ she asked.
Brendan just stared at her nose stud with disgust.

* * *

Barry Sweet had ducked into his flat as soon as he saw the social worker enter the building. He’d seen her before in the record shop where he hung around. She’d bought a Janis Ian CD and had tried to made conversation about it but it wasn’t exactly his cup of cocoa. Neither was small talk.

Barry was a bit off a mouse, who kept himself to himself, although it would have surprised most people to know that he loved to listen Sly Stone, Bootsy Collins and Funkadelic. These were what blew his skirt up. Along with taxidermy – his flat was cluttered with pigeons,rats, even a leathery black bat -collecting funk on vinyl was the centre of his life.
When Brendan moved into the flat opposite, Barry was a bit worried that the old man would complain about the noise but after talking to him a couple of times he relaxed . Brendan was as deaf as a post.
He was listing to Sly Stone and changing into his ASDA uniform when he heard the scream and the bang. He stuck his head out of the door and saw that Brendan’s door was was open. And then he heard coughing, choking.
‘Are you alright Mr Burke?’ he said. No reply.
He went to Burke’s door and knocked.
‘Mr Burke?’ said Barry, louder this time. He went into the flat and saw Brendan doubled over and red faced.Barry  ran towards him.
‘Are you alright?’
Brendan looked up with tears in his eyes. Tears of laughter.
‘Sorry … Sorry, Sweety,’ said Brendan. Barry blushed. He hated that nickname.
‘Couldn’t resist.’ He wheezed. ‘I just wanted her to piss off, so…’ he coughed. ‘So, I grabbed her knockers. The stuck up little cow soon scarpered then.’
‘So, you’re okay,’ said a blushing Barry.
‘Aye,’ said Brendan. ‘Do us a favour and pass us that bottle of vodka from the mantelpiece and get two glasses from the kitchenette.
Barry wasn’t much of a drinker but he thought needed to calm down before heading off to work.
He poured the drinks.
‘A toast,’ said Brendan.
‘Na zdrowia, as Polish Andy used to say. To your health.’
Brendan downed the vodka in one and Barry did the same but it burned like molten lava.

* * *

After a week or two it was decided that Barry would be Brendan’s carer. He’d do the shopping, cash his pension and pop in now and again to keep an eye on him.
Barry started to like drinking with Brendan and the carers’ allowance that he received meant that he could give up his job at  ASDA. In fact all was tickety boo until November.

* * *

Tony Amerigo’s voice had been like a dripping tap to Barry and the woman at the Post office was even worse. Still, he endured the shopping trip and managed to pop in to the record shop before lunchtime to buy Parliament’s ‘Up for the down Stroke.’
‘Pricey stuff this,’ said John, the owner of the shop. ‘Been saving up your pennies, Sweety?’
Barry ignored him and headed back home.

* * *

‘The Post Office was packed again,’ said Barry to Brendan, as he put the shopping bags on the orange, plastic, formica table.
Brendan said nothing, of course. He’d said nothing since he’d broken his neck falling out of the bath on Bonfire Night. Barry still liked these evenings, though. Steak, vodka and a bit of Bootsy playing in the background. He glanced over at Brendan’s massive body  as he unpacked the rest of the shopping and thought that he really should have bought some more formaldehyde.

(EVERYDAY PEOPLE first appeared online at A TWIST OF NOIR and is included in my flash fiction collection 13 SHOTS OF NOIR.)

Some Top Reviews!

cold london bluesOver at Amazon.co.uk, Robert Cowan reviews Cold London Blues and says:

‘Brazill doesn’t disappoint with this latest crime caper written in his signature style, mixing noirish punk menace and Sid James humour. Featuring an array of wonderful characters, both old and new, high end dialogue and killer one liners, only Brazill could carry off a crime story about stolen comics with such panache. Ace’

Meanwhile, Mark Bickley says:

‘Gritty writing, as we have come to expect from Brazill. A juxtaposition of characters that are both comedy and tragedy, played out amidst florid descriptive prose capturing the tedium of London city streets.’

And Pat McDonald has reviewed Kill Me Quick! She says:

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‘I read this book over New Year needing something to cheer me up! I’ve read a lot of his books now and knew it would be maximum entertainment. Yes gritty with a turn of phrase guaranteed to make you laugh out loud. I love the names of his characters: the likes of Ava Banana and Bryn Laden – excellent. Based in a dilapidated seaside town that has seen better days hilariously depicted as are most of his characters. Mark Hammonds once upon a time something in the music industry until his unfortunate accident to his guitar playing hand, is back in his home town. I love the music references along the way that I can imagine if made into a film would be played during it. They don’t get much funnier than this and even the seedier of his characters has time to stop off for a bit of philosophy or word derivation along the way. His women characters are tough cookies and always fond of wearing red lipstick (or is that the author’s fetish?) Nice one again, keep them coming Mr Brazill!