After a few too many Duvels in a Bruges bar, my wife sent me out into the freezing streets in search of pizza. If you accept the Anglo Saxon view that beer is a food, she'd dined pretty expansively already and Bruges doesn't really do pizza anyway. But it was a lesson in how seductively strong Belgian beers can be. Like I said a while ago, if you have time, a visit to Fremantle's Little Creatures Brewery is worth it and the Sail and Anchor and Norfolk Hotels in nearby Market St have a good selection. But the festival organisers will probably run you off your feet. Isn't it supposed to be 42 celsius and stormy in Perth at the moment?
I found the video interesting, but I do have to say it's a bit misleading to title something How to Live to be 100+ and then give as the first myth the idea that you can live to be a hundred if you try hard.
It's interesting to think about these things, even though I think we've all heard most of it in different contexts, but who among that audience or among us is really going to change our lifestyles in any significant way? What the guy's saying basically is that it's the culture that gives advantages that creat longevity, that its instilled practice, not willed discipline, and that you are lucky in your friends and their habits--or not so much. I think much of it just induces guilt.
Also, I have a couple of good friends who are really thin, and based on the findings I feel this should work to my advantage much more than it does.
seana you obviously don't have the right mindset to live to 100. Just think a little bit more positively and I'm sure you can do better. Perhaps I could suggest a book to help you.
Adrian, any thoughts on the tongue-lashing our Canadian women's hockey team got for partying on the ice after they won the gold, beer in one hand, champagne in the other?
Personally, I'm very upset. I'm very upset I was not invited.
Canadian Women's Hockey Antics...and usually Canadians are so demure. But of course one remembers the lithe, laughing snowbird lasses that McGee frisked and jollied on the neverending boat party on the "Busted Flush" in Bahia Mar...until the Boodles started to taste sour and the chill fall wind of age started tugging at the shroud and spanyards.
Tongue-lashing? I thought it was some reporters trying to make a story out of nothing. So they wait for the arena to empty then cavort on the ice a little bit? No big deal! Besides look at the way they hold their cigars. None of them really smoke. I just wish they were complaining about our sweet virginal girls from the USA.
This is a little off topic. I did two sessenions today that were well atteneded but no one came by afterwards to buy my book and I was feeling a bit glum.
Back at the hotel I rode the lift with half a dozen Air Thailand air hostesses. I smiled and one of the girls asked what I was smiling about as they do in Thai culture.
"I've had dreams about this moment" I said and they laughed.
Adrian, Here I am riffing about the Busted Flush and Travis McGee - and lets face it...the man who broke the trail (along with R. McDonald, Hammet and Chandler) that you trod, and I am getting no response. What is this - some facebook site where we all chip in about observations of the day. Or is this a place where we come to acknowledge the brutal reality of the PI who walks the knife edge of redemption and despair. The noble knight errant who sallies out day after day to defend the maiden from the dragon - knowing in his heart that the deck is stacked and his only chance is to throw himself in the face of this corrupt world and try to salvage a precious few meters of grace.
Belgian beer? When the wolf is at the door and only the bold sad hero dares venture out to face the teeth of the slathering beast? This is about PIs and men who rise to the challenge of dangers they did not seek but somehow must overcome or the damsel will be overcome by the dragon.
Adrian, They probably had the books already. That's why they were there. And they didn't approach you for a signing because A) Perth people are very reserved and B) They can't differentiate between you and Michael Forsythe and thought you might belt them with something. Perhaps.
I have a feeling you'd be happier on some kind of Tavis McGee fan site or maybe writing fan fiction. Yes I'm noir writer, but I'm not consumed by crime fiction either from the 50's or any other area. Its my job but its not my life. And I do like John D Macdonald but prefer Jim Thompson...
I was born and grew up in Carrickfergus, Northern Ireland. After studying philosophy at Oxford University I emigrated to New York City where I lived in Harlem for seven years working in bars, bookstores, building sites and finally the basement stacks of the Columbia University Medical School Library in Washington Heights.
In 2000 I moved to Denver, Colorado where I taught high school English and started writing fiction in earnest. My first full length novel Dead I Well May Be was shortlisted for the 2004 Ian Fleming Steel Dagger Award and was picked by Booklist as one of the 10 best crime novels of the year. The sequel to that book The Dead Yard was selected by Publishers Weekly as one of the 12 best novels of 2006 and won the Audie Award for best mystery or thriller.
In mid 2008 I moved to St. Kilda, Melbourne, Australia with my wife and kids. My last book Falling Glass was Audible's Best Mystery or Thriller for 2011. I've just published a new novel for Serpents Tail called The Cold Cold Ground.
"If Raymond Chandler had grown up in Northern Ireland he would have written The Cold Cold Ground."
---The Times
"Hardboiled charm, evocative dialogue, an acute sense of place and a sardonic sense of humour make McKinty one to watch."
---The Guardian
"A literary thriller that is as concerned with exploring the poisonously claustrophobic demi-monde of Northern Ireland during the Troubles, and the self-sabotaging contradictions of its place and time, as it is with providing the genre’s conventional thrills and spills. The result is a masterpiece of Troubles crime fiction: had David Peace, Eoin McNamee and Brian Moore sat down to brew up the great Troubles novel, they would have been very pleased indeed to have written The Cold Cold Ground."
---The Irish Times
"McKinty is a big new talent."
---The Daily Telegraph
"McKinty is a gifted man with poetry coursing through his veins and thrilling writing dripping from his fingertips."
---The Sunday Independent
"Adrian McKinty is fast gaining a reputation as the finest of the new generation of Irish crime writers, and it's easy to see why on the evidence of The Cold Cold Ground."
---The Glasgow Herald
"McKinty is a storyteller with the kind of style and panache that blur the line between genre and mainstream."
---Kirkus Reviews
"McKinty's literate expertly crafted crime novel confirms his place as one of his generation's leading talents."
---Publishers Weekly
"McKinty crackles with raw talent. His dialogue is superb, his characters rich and his plotting tight and seemless. He writes with a wonderful and wonderfully humorous flair for language raising his work above most crime genre offerings and bumping it right up against literature."
---The San Francisco Chronicle
"McKinty keeps getting better. He melds the snap and crackle of the old Mickey Spillane tales with the literary skills of Raymond Chandler and sets it all down in his own artful way."
---The Rocky Mountain News
"The first of McKinty's Forsythe novels, "Dead I Well May Be," was intense, focused and entirely brilliant. This one is looser-limbed, funnier...so, I imagine, is the middle book, "The Dead Yard," which I haven't read but which Publishers Weekly included on its list of the 12 best novels of 2006, along with works by Peter Abrahams, Richard Ford, Cormac McCarthy and George Pelecanos."
---The Washington Post
"McKinty, who grew up in Northern Ireland, has an ear for language and a taste for violence, and he serves up a terrifically gory, swiftly paced thriller."
---The Miami Herald
"There's nothing like an Irish tough guy. And we're not talking about Gentleman Gerry Cooney here. No, we mean the new breed of bare-knuckle Irish writers like Adrian McKinty, Ken Bruen and John Connolly who are bringing fresh life to the crime fiction genre."
---The Philadelphia Inquirer
"McKinty's writing is dark and witty with gritty realism, spot on dialogue, and fascinating characters."
---The Chicago Sun-Times
"If you like your noir staples such as beautiful women, betrayal, murder, mixed with a heavy dose of blood, crunched bones, body parts flying around served up with some throwaway humour, you need look no further, McKinty delivers all of this with the added bonus that the writing is pitch perfect."
---The Barcelona Review
"I really enjoyed [Dead I Well May Be’s] combination of toughness and a striking literary style. Both those things are evident in Hidden River. McKinty is going places."
---The Observer
"This is a terrific read. McKinty gives us a strong non stop story with attractive characters and fine writing."
---The Morning Star
"[McKinty] draws us close and relates a fantastic tale of murder and revenge in low, wry tones, as if from the next barstool...he drops out of conversational mode to throw in a few breathtaking fever-dream sequences for flavor. And then he springs an ending so right and satisfying it leaves us numb with delight and ready to pop for another round. Start the cliche machine: This is a profoundly satisfying book from a major new talent and one of the best crime fiction debuts of the year."
---Booklist
"The story is soaked in the holy trinity of the noir thriller: betrayal, money and murder, but seen through with a panache and political awareness that give McKinty a keen edge over his rivals."
---The Big Issue
"A darkly humorous cross between a hard-boiled mystery and a Beat novel."
---The St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"A roller coaster of highs and lows, light humour and dark deeds, the powerful undercurrent of McKinty's talent will swiftly drag you away. Let's hope the author does not slow down anytime soon."
---The Irish Examiner
"A virtual carnival of slaughter."
---The Wall Street Journal
"McKinty has once again harnassed the power of poetry, violence, lust and revenge to forge a sequel to his acclaimed Dead I Well May Be."
---The Irish Post
"A pacey, violent caper in which McKinty vividly portrays [Belfast's] sleazy, still-menacing underbelly."
---The Sunday Times
"McKinty writes with the soul of a poet; his prose dances off the pages with Old World grace and haunting intensity. It's crime fiction on the level of Michael Connolly with the conviction of James Hall."
---The Jackson Clarion-Ledger
"The Bloomsday Dead is the explosive final installment in a trilogy of kinetic thrillers."
---The New York Times
"Adrian McKinty has garnered nothing but praise for his first two books. The third in the trilogy The Bloomsday Dead should leave no doubt that he is a true star. Fast moving and highly engaging this is a great book. McKinty just gets better and better."
---CrimeSpree
"Until The Dead Yard's relentless, poignant ending you'll turn these pages as quickly as you can."
---The Cleveland Plain Dealer
"McKinty's Dead Trilogy has been praised by critics, who call it "intense," "masterful" and "loaded with action." If your reading pleasure leans toward thrillers offering suspense, close calls, wry wit, sharp dialogue, local color and sudden mayhem, you wont do better."
---The Sacramento Bee
"Le Fleuve caché d'Adrian McKinty impressionne par la richesse et la diversité de son ton et de son écriture, passant avec aisance du lyrisme ample de la nostalgie de l'amour perdu au rythme saccadé du narrateur sous l'emprise de l'héroïne. Ce livre rare et maîtrisé est une réussite bien digne de la Série noire."
---Le Figaro
Eine eigentlich simple Story, die natürlich bereits als Grundlage für Hunderte Bücher und Filme diente, macht Adrian McKinty zu der mitreißenden Odyssee eines jungen Mannes, der in der Lage ist, sich seiner Umwelt anzupassen wie jene Kakerlaken, die er in seinem Harlemer Appartement jagt, studiert und sowohl angewidert awie anerkennend entkommen lässt. Nicht umsonst 1992 angesiedelt, ist Der sichere Tod der kongeniale Kommentar zum Wesen der Neunziger.
- Jochen König, krimi-couch.de
"McKinty - that guy is a friggin genius."
---Ken Bruen
"McKinty is a cross between Mickey Spillane and Damon Runyan, the toughest, the best."
A couple more books, a few birthdays, some shuffleboard then a period spent in the digestive tract of earthworms, followed by molecular breakdown, the sun boiling into space, the heat death of the universe, atomic decay, perpetual darkness, a trillion years of nothingness and then, if we're lucky, brane collapse, a new singularity and a new Big Bang.
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This is off topic however there's a nice article here in the New York Times with Eric Asimov tasting Belgian beer.
Off to Perth... .
After a few too many Duvels in a Bruges bar, my wife sent me out into the freezing streets in search of pizza. If you accept the Anglo Saxon view that beer is a food, she'd dined pretty expansively already and Bruges doesn't really do pizza anyway. But it was a lesson in how seductively strong Belgian beers can be. Like I said a while ago, if you have time, a visit to Fremantle's Little Creatures Brewery is worth it and the Sail and Anchor and Norfolk Hotels in nearby Market St have a good selection. But the festival organisers will probably run you off your feet. Isn't it supposed to be 42 celsius and stormy in Perth at the moment?
42 C and humid !!
its a tight schedule, but I'll see if I can wangle some time.
Cheers
A
Very interesting video. I just spent several hours on the site you got it from (www.ted.com)-- that site rocks.
Unfortunately, I flunk at meeting the criteria for living beyond 100... I'll be lucky if I make it to 60.
Wonder if anyone is doing podcasts from Perth...
I found the video interesting, but I do have to say it's a bit misleading to title something How to Live to be 100+ and then give as the first myth the idea that you can live to be a hundred if you try hard.
It's interesting to think about these things, even though I think we've all heard most of it in different contexts, but who among that audience or among us is really going to change our lifestyles in any significant way? What the guy's saying basically is that it's the culture that gives advantages that creat longevity, that its instilled practice, not willed discipline, and that you are lucky in your friends and their habits--or not so much. I think much of it just induces guilt.
Also, I have a couple of good friends who are really thin, and based on the findings I feel this should work to my advantage much more than it does.
seana you obviously don't have the right mindset to live to 100. Just think a little bit more positively and I'm sure you can do better. Perhaps I could suggest a book to help you.
John, I wonder if there is a wristband that could help me.
Adrian, any thoughts on the tongue-lashing our Canadian women's hockey team got for partying on the ice after they won the gold, beer in one hand, champagne in the other?
Personally, I'm very upset. I'm very upset I was not invited.
Canadian Women's Hockey Antics...and usually Canadians are so demure. But of course one remembers the lithe, laughing snowbird lasses that McGee frisked and jollied on the neverending boat party on the "Busted Flush" in Bahia Mar...until the Boodles started to taste sour and the chill fall wind of age started tugging at the shroud and spanyards.
Bright Wind from Mountain
Tongue-lashing? I thought it was some reporters trying to make a story out of nothing. So they wait for the arena to empty then cavort on the ice a little bit? No big deal! Besides look at the way they hold their cigars. None of them really smoke. I just wish they were complaining about our sweet virginal girls from the USA.
This is a little off topic. I did two sessenions today that were well atteneded but no one came by afterwards to buy my book and I was feeling a bit glum.
Back at the hotel I rode the lift with half a dozen Air Thailand air hostesses. I smiled and one of the girls asked what I was smiling about as they do in Thai culture.
"I've had dreams about this moment" I said and they laughed.
Nice.
Adrian,
Here I am riffing about the Busted Flush and Travis McGee - and lets face it...the man who broke the trail (along with R. McDonald, Hammet and Chandler) that you trod, and I am getting no response. What is this - some facebook site where we all chip in about observations of the day. Or is this a place where we come to acknowledge the brutal reality of the PI who walks the knife edge of redemption and despair. The noble knight errant who sallies out day after day to defend the maiden from the dragon - knowing in his heart that the deck is stacked and his only chance is to throw himself in the face of this corrupt world and try to salvage a precious few meters of grace.
Belgian beer? When the wolf is at the door and only the bold sad hero dares venture out to face the teeth of the slathering beast? This is about PIs and men who rise to the challenge of dangers they did not seek but somehow must overcome or the damsel will be overcome by the dragon.
Bright Wind From Mountain
Adrian,
They probably had the books already. That's why they were there. And they didn't approach you for a signing because A) Perth people are very reserved and B) They can't differentiate between you and Michael Forsythe and thought you might belt them with something. Perhaps.
Well attended is good, though. Which it sounds as if you were on a couple of levels.
Try to stay on topic next time, though. I'm guessing those Thai stewardesses were not octogenarians.
Bright Wind
I have a feeling you'd be happier on some kind of Tavis McGee fan site or maybe writing fan fiction. Yes I'm noir writer, but I'm not consumed by crime fiction either from the 50's or any other area. Its my job but its not my life. And I do like John D Macdonald but prefer Jim Thompson...
DP
Thats possible. They do seem reserved and this city does seem on the empty side.
Matt
The US is going to win the most medals right?
Seana
I was a bit worse for the drink when I blogged that. Met a guy called Lenny Bartulin nice crime writer from Tazzie and we had a few.
I dope the stewardesses were not a hallucination...
I dope they weren't too.
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