The Revolution Starts Now

I was very nervous about that bag of money on this week’s episode of Vinyl. When Richie was playing blackjack, I had a bad feeling. And then it played out the way I thought it might once they went back to the room. Only, in a twist that O. Henry would have loved, the reality was different than Richie allowed his long-time friend to believe. It was a great twist.

We watched a bunch of movies this weekend. Started with Gosford Park, a murder mystery written by the guy who wrote Downton Abbey and directed by Robert Altman. You can see where the idea for the dowager countess came from, although Maggie Smith was cattier and nastier in this film. It was also fairly obvious who the murder victim would be: the guy everyone had a motive to kill. Altman’s directing style is interesting, especially for big group scenes. Seems chaotic, with multiple people talking at the same time, and yet it also seems real.

Then we watched The Big Short, and I couldn’t help thinking that Steve Earle (pictured), who was so incensed in 2004 that he wrote the energetic album that gives this post its title, along with the memorable song “F the CC,” could have written an equally vitriolic album about the 2008 crisis.

The Big Short takes a complicated financial disaster and makes it entertaining. One thing I like about movies of this type (also: Spotlight) is that they take a scenario where everyone knows the outcome and still manage to make it suspenseful. I liked the movie’s conceit of using unlikely people in cameo roles to explain complicated economic concepts. Selena Gomez, for example, explaining synthetic CDOs or Margot Robbie in a bubble bath drinking champagne while she explains mortgage-backed securities. I still have a hard time taking Steve Carell seriously, but he’s winning me over. A great ensemble cast and a script that doesn’t take itself too seriously, but at the same time dives deep into a serious subject. Highly recommended.

Finally, we saw Like Summer, Like Rain, a light drama about a young woman played by ‎Leighton Meester who falls on her feet when she gets fired and ends up as a nanny for a 12-year-old musical and mathematical prodigy with a neglectful, mostly absentee mother (Debra Messing). I found some of Meester’s characters’s decisions toward the end somewhat improbable (where the heck did Idaho come from?), but it’s one of those feel-good movies. Bonus points for a small part played by Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day.  We also watched the short “One Hundred Eyes,” which is the origin story of a character from the Netflix Marco Polo series, which returns this summer.

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And Then There Were…

I saw 10 Cloverfield Lane on the weekend. It’s a movie best enjoyed by knowing absolutely nothing about it going in. I was intrigued by the trailer, featuring John Goodman and (to me) a couple of unknown actors. The premise is pretty straightforward: A young woman who’s just had a row with her boyfriend is driving through Louisiana when she gets in a wreck. She wakes up in an underground room shackled to the wall with an IV drip in one arm and a jury-rigged cast on one leg.

Okay, so this is Room redux, right? Not so fast. John Goodman tells her that there’s been some sort of event outside this bomb shelter and it could be a year or two before it’s safe to venture out. Not to worry. Goodman is a good paranoid conspiracy freak, so he’s got everything they need to survive. Just him, her and a neighbor who helped him build the shelter who pushed his way in at the last second. So, the question is: did something happen to the rest of the world, or is this all an elaborate ruse to keep her prisoner? The answers, as they come, are surprising but, mostly, foreshadowed. Or at least the basis is laid for them. On the other hand, not every question is answered. We’re left to wonder about Meghan’s fate, as well as that of the woman in the photograph. Goodman’s performance is compelling.

It’s almost like a three-person play, given that the set is limited. Some really good surprises and jolts. And then comes the third act, which starts with a chemical bath and ends with…whoa. Wow-eee. Don’t read anything more about it: go see it. You won’t be sorry.

We watched the Lifetime version of Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None over the weekend. There have been many adaptations of this classic novel: Original title: 10 Little very-non-PCs. Renamed 10 Little Also non-PCs. In this version, they’re soldiers, so I guess that’s okay. This is the most faithful adaptation with which I’m familiar. Most movies pull the punch at the end. Not so here. Some familiar faces: Miranda Richardson, Sam Neill, Burn Gorman (Torchwood). If you like a good locked-island mystery and are jonesing for some Downton Abbey vibe (it’s set in 1939), check this out.

I watched the second season of Bosch on Amazon Prime. The premise is that instead of exploring how cops work on crimes, the series (based on the Michael Connelly novels) looks at how the crimes work on the cops. A pornographer is shot by the side of the interstate—that’s the main case. His widow is played by Jeri Ryan. The story pulls in the Armenian mob and a cadre of bad cops. One “problem” with the season is that there’s a very recognizable actor playing what seems to be a minor role, so it’s apparent early on that he’ll figure more into the story. He ends up being the Big Bad, ultimately. It’s a minor quibble. The plot involves Bosch’s ex-wife (a former profiler who is now a pro gambler) and his teenage daughter, so the stakes are elevated. One of my favorite things about the series is the look of Los Angeles: it looks much more genuine than in anything else on film. Also, a lot of the locations are real and real cops came out to fill in the background in a shootout scene and a police funeral, for example. Titus Welliver (Lost) plays Bosch: he’s a guy who’ll do anything to get the job done, even if it’s off the books. Especially if it’s off the books. Lance Reddick (The Wire, Fringe) plays a Deputy Chief whose character I like a lot more in the series than in the books. Good stuff. Definitely binge-worthy.

I guess I should have known that I was straying into Twin Peaks territory when I cued up Mulholland Drive but I honestly didn’t expect the movie to be so weird. There’s something highly artificial about the way characters look in his movies. Take the couple Naomi Watts meets on her flight to L.A. How creepy do they look when they get into their car after they part company? Rictus grins on their faces. Justin Theroux is virtually unrecognizable as the movie director. My favorite scene, though is the one where Mark Pellegrino plays a hit man who totally botches the job, accidentally shooting someone through the wall and then having to try to clean up that mess, only to create worse messes. It’s pretty hilarious. Ultimately, though, I guess I don’t get the movie. Not in the sense of it being “one of the greatest films of all time” (according to the British Film Institute).

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Having my head examined

So, what’s this Dark Tower thing all about, the one that’s all over the news today because it’s going to start filming in 7 weeks, with Idris Elba and Matthew McConaughey (some day I’ll learn how to spell his name without having to look it up every time) as Roland and the Man in Black respectively? Funny you should ask, as I have a couple of books that might help you out with that: The Road to the Dark Tower and The Dark Tower Companion. Both available as trade paperbacks or eBooks.

Today’s news is exciting. There’s actually a date when filming will begin and confirmation of the casting rumors. The only bummer from my perspective is that the movie is going to be made in South Africa, which means I won’t be able to wrangle an invitation to the set because that’s a little farther than my travel budget allows!

Of course, there’s lots of controversy over the casting, but I’m delighted. I can’t wait to see what they do with this massive project. And when you’ve got cool dudes like this working on it…

Robin Lindzer interviewed me for Suspense Magazine, and I even got my name on the cover along with Peter Straub, who is also interviewed in the issue. Cool stuff.

My latest historical context essay is up at Stephen King Revisited. This time I dig deep into the circumstances surrounding Pet Sematary, in a little piece I call A Man’s Heart is Stonier.

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And the ‘droid goes to

We watched two Academy Award-nominated movies this weekend. On Friday, we saw Bridge of Spies, starring Tom Hanks and Mark Rylance, the latter the winner of the Best Supporting Actor Oscar. I loved Rylance’s character’s response (perhaps a tad overused) whenever anyone asked him if he was worried. “Would it do any good?” I have an affinity for Berlin Wall stories: that was the setting for my Ice Cold story “The Honey Trap,” which was nominated for an ITW Thriller Award last year. I researched Berlin in the early 1960s extensively for that story and watched a movie filmed and set in the era as well (Michael Caine’s Funeral in Berlin). I was in Berlin in 1986 and crossed through Check Point Charlie into East Berlin, where I stayed for nearly two weeks. I’d love to go back to Berlin some day to see how different it is now.

Bridge of Spies was pretty good. Low-level people working behind the scenes to do things that authorized people at higher, more official levels of government couldn’t. Also interesting to see the tension between the Soviets and the East Germans during that turbulent period.

On Saturday we saw Room, the story of a woman who had been kidnapped at seventeen and spent seven years in captivity, living in a shed in her captor’s back yard, most of it with her son Jack. The first half of the movie shows their daily routine while in captivity and the second half shows what their lives are like after they are free. Obviously inspired by real events, but it’s a brave story all the same because taking on the scope of the emotional impact of this kind of experience is pretty daunting. Brie Larson won the Oscar for Best Actress, but the Canadian kid who plays Jack could have taken home a trophy, too. He was probably only eight when he made the movie, and he’s in it a lot. Impressive.

We were amused to see a preview for a new TV series called The Family starring Joan Allen as the mother of a son who was kidnapped and returns at some point years later. Same as her character in Room. It’s an unusual niche category.

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The needle and the damage done

One of the cool things about being a Canadian is that I get a check every year from the Public Lending Right Commission just for having my books in libraries across the country. They do a random polling of 7 locations (for each eligible book) and you get credit based on the number of times it’s found. There’s a depreciation factor, so you don’t get as much for older books over time, but I’m still doing well with The Road to the Dark Tower a dozen years out. I even get credit for When the Night Comes Down from Dark Arts books, because I contributed ¼ of the content, which is the minimum amount to be eligible. I’ve made as much from the PLRC as in royalties for that particular title! Unfortunately, the check arrived when the Canadian dollar is in the sub-basement. Think I’ll hold onto it for a few months to see if it rebounds.

I became a US citizen in time to vote in the last Presidential election, but I’ve never voted in a primary before. The Texas primary is next week (on Super Tuesday), but we went to early voting last Saturday, when the line was small (read: non-existent). There were several referenda on the ballot. I was also surprised by the number of Democrats running for president. Who are all these people? Star Locke?

I finished my binge rewatch of the X-files, polishing off Season 9 and the 2008 movie and the new Season 10. I’d never seen the movie before. I hear it was a commercial and critical failure, but it wasn’t all that bad. I’m glad I refreshed my memory about Reyes so I knew who she was when she returned in the finale of the new season. The last episode was a hot mess. Way too much crammed into way too little time, and not a lot of it made sense. So they managed to shoe-horn in the 2012 prophecy from the end of S9, but I think they should have done a two-hour final instead of cramming all that action into 45 minutes. The mythology episodes were generally the weakest of the lot anyway.

I’d heard good things about Jessica Jones on Netflix, so I decided to give it a shot next. I’m not a superhero fan, in general. The only movies I’ve seen in recent years are the Iron Man ones. I know nothing about the character’s history. Doesn’t matter: this is a decent contemporary noir where the main character (Kristen Ritter from Breaking Bad) happens to be extraordinarily strong and she can jump from considerable heights. Getting David Tennant as the nefarious nemesis, a guy who can compel people to do things, was a stroke of genius. I especially liked his scene where he negotiated to buy a guy’s house without using his superpower. It was a challenge for the character. I’m only five episodes in, but liking it very much.

I have to confess that I was a naive young man who thought the Neil Young song was about vinyl records being scratched by the tone arm needle! There’s a new show on HBO called Vinyl, starring Bobby Cannavale, Ray Romano, Mick Jagger’s son, the Danish actress who was the reporter on Borgen, Olivia Wilde and a host of others. It’s set in the seventies, with Cannavale as the head of a failing record company that’s about to be bought out by Polygram. He’s in a bit of a spiral, falling off the wagon. Oh, and there’s also a brutal killing and a building collapse, all in the first episode. Plus Andrew Dice Clay—remember him? And, to top it all off, it’s directed by Scorsese and co-written by Mick Jagger. Among the characters we see: Lou Reed, Andy Warhol and, I think, David Bowie, plus a young punk musician who seems like Sid Vicious (played by Jagger’s son). There’s a lot of jumping around in time, leaving you to figure out when it is based on the state of Cannavale’s hair. But I’m enjoying it so far.

Oh, and we saw the Bill Murray movie Rock the Kasbah. My advice: don’t.

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The Dowager in the Van

I’m interviewed today at the Nerd Girl Power website. The piece is called Every Gunslinger Needs a Companion.

We saw The Lady in the Van this weekend. The obvious pun is that it’s a vehicle for Maggie Smith. It’s about an old woman who lives in a van that she parks on the street in a residential London neighborhood. She has a colorful past as a pianist, ambulance driver during the war and a nun, but now she’s haunted and tormented, as well as crotchety and foul, both of mouth and of bodily odor. She befriends (as much as that is possible) a writer named Alan Bennett, a man who struggles with his sexuality and with his relationship with his mother. He sees the lady as a model for his mother and decides to write about her. The interesting thing the movie does is to split him into two: there is the version of Alan who lives life and observes, and the version who writes about things, and they banter with each other. It’s a visually interesting way to show a person talking to himself. The story is mostly true (and one Bennett comments to the other in passing when they put something on the page that didn’t really happen), and Maggie Smith first portrayed the woman in the van in the stage version 15 years ago. She’s a hoot as this uncouth Dowager Countess. A real delight.

Watched a BBC series called London Spy, which stars Ben Whishaw from The Hour (and also from Suffragette) as a guy who gets romantically entangled with a man who has created something that no one wants publicized. There’s sex and murder and intrigue, all in a somewhat leisurely John Le Carré vein. It’s five episodes and features the likes of Jim Broadbent, Charlotte Rampling, Mark Gatiss, as well as a brief appearance by Clarke Peters (The Wire). Some of it is highly improbable, but it’s a compelling drama about families and secrets and the surveillance state.

Speaking of Suffragette, we finally saw that this weekend, too. It’s an interesting story, and I always like Carey Mulligan, but it plods a bit. Hard to believe the state of things just a hundred or so years ago, though. Not only couldn’t women vote in the UK, they didn’t have any ownership of their children.

I’m up to the “Mulder’s back” section of the eighth season of The X-files. I probably saw these episodes before, but I don’t have a very strong memory of them. Also saw the fourth episode of the new season, which was very good. I think someone got the wrong end of the stick last year when they saw the episode title “Home Again” and assumed that the show would be revisiting the “Home” plot. That wasn’t it at all. This was a monster-of-the-week episode, but also a very personal one for Scully. Very well done, I thought. People in Philly probably aren’t very happy by Mulder’s thoughts on their basketball team, though.

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He seemed prett-ty crazy

I posted an update at News from the Dead Zone yesterday, including the news that Josh Boone is planning to film King’s Revival this year, assuming he can get a studio on board.

I received my contributor copies of the second X-files anthology, The Truth is Out There, yesterday. One of the super cool things about this book is that the introduction was written by Dean Haglund, who played Langly, the long-haired member of The Lone Gunmen. There’s also an audio version available, which I look forward to listening to. It’s always interesting to hear someone else read your work.

I’ve been enjoying the new season of The X-files. The third episode was hilarious, with all these funny little set pieces and great supporting characters, including the stoners sniffing paint (who appeared in two early X-files episodes), the motel manager and the psychiatrist, who opined that the antipsychotics he’d prescribed for Guy Mann probably wouldn’t do much good because he was “pretty crazy.” I figured out who the killer was very early, but the banter was great and so was the were-twist.

I finished reading Joe Hill’s The Fireman yesterday morning. I had to tear through it fairly quickly (as quickly as you can tear through a 730-page book) to get my review in to Cemetery Dance for the next issue. This is easily Hill’s best novel to date, and I really want to go back and read it again at a more leisurely pace in a few months. My casual reading is going to be pretty sparse for a while as I have a ton of material to read for the Shirley Jackson Awards. The couriers and mail delivery people are probably cursing my name. Every day they bring more boxes of books, and they’re really starting to pile up. That’s in addition to the electronic books and stories. One intern, I presume, heard the instructions “send out five books to the judges” and took them literally, so I received five copies of one of the submissions, and so did the other judges. When this is all over, I’ll take a photograph of the stacks and stacks of books I’ve received. It’s crazy.

We only have one episode of I’ll Have What Phil’s Having left, the one in Hong Kong. Last night we watched the Barcelona episode. That’s one city I’ve always wanted to visit, and hearing it described as a cross between Paris and Florence only heightened that desire. One day.

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Still out there

Stephen King Revisited is back for 2016! My historical context essay about Cycle of the Werewolf (By the Light of the Silvery Moon) is now live.

Had to go online to watch the first episode of the new X-files because the football game ran long (and the post-game even longer), so my DVR only captured the first 30 minutes. I think that happened to a lot of people. A good start, laying the groundwork for what is to come in the next handful of episodes. It was a little talky, but I like what I saw and I have high hopes. I’m ⅓ of the way through season 7 in my long-term rewatch of the series, something I started when I had the chance to write a story for the second X-files anthology, which comes out in a month.

After watching Making of a Murderer, I heard about an earlier documentary called The Staircase, in which an Oscar-winning French filmmaker had complete access to the defendant and defense team in the Michael Peterson murder trial in Durham, NC over a decade ago. The victim was found dead at the bottom of a staircase. The prosecution insists she was beaten to death (despite a lack of blood spatter, minimal skull injuries and no weapon), whereas the defense maintained she fell (despite some rather inexplicable injuries). Peterson, a novelist, had written some scathing editorials about local politics that put him in political crosshairs. He had a large, loving, extended family, most of whom supported him (all but one step-daughter), but he comes off as a rather cold, dispassionate man. He didn’t testify, so the jury didn’t get to see him “in action,” which was probably just as well.

There was no implication that evidence was fabricated, as with the Avery case, but there was still some questionable forensics, and then it was discovered that a family friend had died under similar circumstances a number of years before, and the prosecution successfully got that introduced into the trial. That and the fact that Peterson was a bisexual who had hooked up with men while married. The assistant district attorney got a lot of mileage out of that. It’s definitely worth watching, especially since it appears there will be a retrial this year. One theory that has arisen over the years is that she was attacked by an owl. Twin Peaks anyone? I also saw a BBC program hosted by Ian Rankin about the documentary in which a number of British crimewriters (including PD James) discuss their fascination with this insight into the American trial system.

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One says she’s a friend of mine

On July 1, 1994, I was in Atlanta working at a scientific conference. I had driven the company van filled with gear, which was an adventure in its own right. When I got into Louisiana, I encountered torrential rain crossing the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge, just about the most severe deluge I’d ever driven in. The bridge is 18 miles long and there’s nowhere to pull off, so the freeway traffic traveled at stupid speeds in tight formation and if anyone had made a mistake it would have been a huge accident. When I got to the other end, I pulled into a rest area, in part because my nerves were frazzled and in part because the van was making strange noises. Turns out both rear shocks had broken and were dangling. So I had to find somewhere to get it fixed and fast, because I had to get the equipment to Atlanta the following day. Fortunately it wasn’t as big a problem as I feared and I was on the way and into Mississippi before I stopped for the night.

For my return trip, I planned to stop somewhere along the way for the night—it’s almost 700 miles—but I was also meeting an electronic pen pal the next afternoon, so I decided to drive all the way through, getting home late that night after over 12 hours on the freeway.

I met my friend at the Hard Rock Cafe in Houston for supper before we went to Rice Stadium to see Melissa Etheridge open for The Eagles on their Hell Freezes Over tour. It was a great concert and a great day. I didn’t see my pen-pal friend again until early the following year, but things moved along quickly after that, and now we have been married for over 20 years. So I have a special place in my heart for The Eagles and was shocked when we saw that Glenn Frey had died. I’ve always been a fan, bought Hotel California when it was a new record, and I think I own all their albums. But they will forever be linked with the day that I met my future wife face to face for the first time.


We watched a couple of episodes of a Netflix series called I’ll Have What Phil’s Having. Phil is Phil Rosenthal, who was a writer on Everyone Loves Raymond. He travels around the world sampling the cuisine. The first episode is in Tokyo and the last one is in Los Angeles, and features a host of special guests, including Norman Lear, Martin Short, Paul Reiser and Allison. It’s fun, light entertainment, and reinforces my belief that Martin Short is one of the funniest humans alive.

I also binged on 11.22.63—all eight episodes of the forthcoming Hulu series, thanks to a web screener provided by Hulu. I’ll be writing previews and reviews in the near future, but I thought it was exceptionally well done. There are a lot of changes to the source material, but they still captured the essence and heart of the story.

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Ripped from the headlines

A number of years ago, there was a call from the MWA for a member anthology where the stories all had to feature lawyers. I’ve had fairly good luck with these books, so I decided to give it a go.

I did a lot of research, and I stumbled upon this trial in Wisconsin where a lot of the proceedings were available as audio files. I read up on the defendant and used his story as general inspiration for my tale. At the time I wrote “The Best Defense,” I don’t think a verdict had been rendered yet. Maybe it had. I can’t recall. My story didn’t depend on it, because in my story, very little happened in the court room. It focused primarily on the relationship between the defendant and his public defender. It had nothing to do with the real case at all: this was just the launching point for my fiction.

The story wasn’t accepted into the anthology (sad face), but sometime later I read about the Hofstra Law School/Mulholland Books Mystery Writing Competition, and my story fit the bill, so I entered it. Took third place out of over 130 submissions, much to my delight, because the judges were two lawyers and a law school graduate: author Alafair Burke (daughter of James Lee Burke), OJ Simpson prosecutor and author Marcia Clark, and thriller writer Lee Child, creator of Jack Reacher. The second and first place winners were a trial lawyer and a law professor, so I thought I must have done a decent job with the legal angle.

So, I’ve been hearing a lot about this Netflix documentary series, Making a Murderer and I finally had some spare time to watch the first episode or two. Imagine my surprise when I heard the name Steven Avery in the opening seconds. I know that name, I thought! This was the case that had been the inspiration for my story. I know a lot about this case…I thought. But I’m still only on episode two, so there may be a lot more to come out than what I got from simply researching the published accounts at the time.


I had a fairly good year reading. Here is my list of works finished, in order and including audiobooks:

  1. Sunshine on Scotland Street by Alexander McCall Smith
  2. The Fifth Heart by Dan Simmons
  3. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
  4. Archie in the Crosshairs by Robert Goldsborough
  5. Texas Vigilante by Bill Crider
  6. The Death House by Sarah Pinborough
  7. Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King (audio)
  8. Finders Keepers by Stephen King
  9. Niceville by Carsten Stroud
  10. Ireland by Frank Delaney
  11. Elimination by Ed Gorman
  12. Tales from the Lake, edited by Joe Mynhardt
  13. The Last Bookaneer by Matthew Pearl
  14. Gray Mountain by John Grisham
  15. Tipperary by Frank Delaney
  16. Tin Men by Christopher Golden
  17. Perdido by Peter Straub
  18. The Last Drive and Other Stories by Rex Stout
  19. Brothers by Ed Gorman and Richard Chizmar
  20. Double Dexter by Jeff Lindsay
  21. The Complete Crime Stories by James M. Cain
  22. Dry Bones by Craig Johnson
  23. Pale Gray for Guilt by John D. MacDonald
  24. Charlie Martz and Other Stories by Elmore Leonard
  25. Wind/Pinball by Haruki Murakami
  26. Last Words by Michael Koryta
  27. Drunken Fireworks by Stephen King (audio)
  28. Numero Zero by Umberto Eco
  29. The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley
  30. The Murderer’s Daughter by Jonathan Kellerman
  31. Go Set A Watchman by Harper Lee
  32. The Girl in the Plain Brown Wrapper by John D. MacDonald
  33. The Shining: Studies in the Horror Film edited by Danel Olson
  34. Broken Promise by Linwood Barclay
  35. Is Fat Bob Dead Yet? by Stephen Dobyns
  36. The Bazaar of Bad Dreams by Stephen King
  37. Dress Her in Indigo by John D. MacDonald
  38. Dexter is Dead by Jeff Lindsay
  39. The Second Life of Nick Mason by Steve Hamilton
  40. Zer0es by Chuck Wendig
  41. The Tomb by F. Paul Wilson
  42. The Long Lavender Look by John D. MacDonald
  43. Simple Courage: A True Story of Peril on the Sea by Frank Delaney
  44. A Tan and Sandy Silence by John D. MacDonald
  45. Locke & Key by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez (Audio)
  46. Dead Ringers by Christopher Golden
  47. Even Dogs in the Wild by Ian Rankin
  48. The Crossing by Michael Connelly
  49. The Grownup by Gillian Flynn
  50. Career of Evil by Robert Galbraith (JK Rowling)
  51. Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania by Erik Larson
  52. The Log of the Snark by Charmian Kittredge London
  53. A Long December by Richard Chizmar
  54. Interior Darkness by Peter Straub
  55. The Power of the Dog by Don Winslow
  56. The Scarlet Ruse by John D. MacDonald
  57. The Doll-Master and Other Tales of Terror by Joyce Carol Oates
  58. Hap and Leonard by Joe R. Lansdale
  59. The Last Interview by Ernest Hemingway
  60. The Turquoise Lament by John D. MacDonald
  61. The Opium-Eater by David Morrell
  62. Teaching the Dog to Read by Jonathan Carroll
  63. The Revolution Was Televised by Alan Sepinwall
  64. The Dreadful Lemon Sky by John D. MacDonald
  65. You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott
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