Manansala, Arsenic and Adobo (Berkley Prime. Say what you mean, mean what you say, or shut the **** up. Marco Carocari, Blackout (Level Best Books) Zakiya Dalila Harris, The Other Black Girl (Atria Books) Mia P.

My personal catch phrase is (or should be): Sorry, got nothing here-apparently, I hold no surprises. People are always surprised that I am a fan of this individual (singer, actor, or artist): Louis, the (retired) hitman in John Connolly’s ‘Parker’ novels…though I imagine I’d not get too far before his partner, Angel, found ways to quietly-though not necessarily painlessly-eliminate me. STALKER ALERT! If this fictional character were real, they would likely need to get a restraining order against me: Sorry, it’s got to be two (both also terrific writers)- Kellye Garrett, who has done and continues to do so much for not only Writers of Color, but all marginalized writers and Gabriel Valjan whose tireless support of writers continues to boost, amplify, and introduce their works to broader audiences and has been instrumental in my personal success. One of the people I admire most in the crime fiction community is: My uncle, who lost his entire family (wife, son, daughter) to cancer, managed to get through and rise above it, somehow, and remains one of the kindest and most positive people I know. In his debut novel, Blackout, Marco Carocari takes a number of familiar crime fiction tropes and skews them ever so slightly, thereby breathing new life into each of these familiar constructs, and ultimately leading readers to a fresh and unique conclusion.

With a target on his back and time running out, the truth will set Franco free, or earn him a toe tag at the morgue.This person from my personal life is such an inspiration: Unsettled, and confronted with forty-year-old memories, when Franco's father was murdered in front of him during Manhattan's infamous blackout, a shocking revelation finally unmasks the man who pulled the trigger that night. And the random trick who could alibi him has vanished into the anonymity of the Internet. When days later the mutilated body of a philanthropic millionaire is discovered, he's not only shocked to learn he knew him, but with Franco's fingerprints all over the crime scene, he quickly graduates from unreliable witness to prime suspect. And-if memory serves him-the sole witness to a murder across the street.Įxcept, the cops can't find a crime scene or a body, and Franco's perforated recollections and conflicting testimony leave the detectives unimpressed. In his debut novel, BLACKOUT, Marco Carocari takes a number of familiar crime fiction tropes and skews them ever so slightly, thereby breathing new life into each of these familiar constructs, and ultimately leading readers to a fresh and unique conclusion. A hook-up with a hot guy on his Manhattan rooftop, and a joint he's unaware is laced, leaves him dazed. Strait-laced forty-something Franco definitely picked the wrong night to get freaky.

Blackout by Marco Carocari