The Philly Inquirer? Sure, that was cool. Washington Post? Certainly groovy. But in my family, you ain't nobody until you get yo' ass reviewed by the Polish-American Journal, the national publication dedicated to preserving and promoting Polish-American culture. (Current staff, shown at left.) Even better, it's a positive one, with some caveats:In short clipped sentences and one-liners, this noir thriller contains violence, foul language, deceit, suspense and corruption as the Russian and Italian mafia and political officials get in the act trying to get their hands on the loot...
If you like rough and tumble non-stop action and don't wonder too much on how Lennon and his buddies are able to survive close encounters, grenades, bullets and being dumped for dead in a pipe upside-down, you will enjoy the book.
Notice that the review appears directly beneath the review of a similar book: The Legacy of John Paul II.
As my Polish grandmother used to say: "Sto lat, bitches!"
5 comments:
Just don't forget us little people when you're all Hollywood and shit.
Many many years ago, before most of you were born, I was the kid sidekick to a pair of alcoholic old men who hosted The Polka Hour on Sunday mornings on WCED-AM in DuBois, Pennsylvania. One of my kid tricks was to recite the sponsor's phone numbers in Polish.
Unfortunately, I have lost that ability, but can still sing all the words to "I Don't Want Her You Can Have Her, She's Too Fat For Me."
So, if you need a little musical interlude at your next reading, Duane, let me know. Have accordion, will travel.
And I still say a writer isn't a writer until he's can list The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature among his publishing credits.
"And I still say a writer isn't a writer until he's can list The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature among his publishing credits."
After a 10 year trot "The Dead Mule" is..uhm..dead. And it's probably my fault. The editors picked up my short story, "Freebird", for the January edition. When they sobered up long enough to realize what they'd done they only had one way out; they had to kill the beast. I got mule blood on my hands.
And Duane, congrats on the solid reviews, you earned 'em.
--john--
Dead Mule RIP
It will be missed.
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