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Last Call for the Living by Peter Farris

Praise for Last Call for the Living

“A wild, rocketing roller-coaster of a ride. Farris’s writing is reminiscent of Stephen Hunter and Cormac McCarthy at their brutal best.”—Douglas Preston, New York Times bestselling author of Impact


“With Last Call for the Living, Peter Farris sticks a shotgun in your face, cracks you a beer, works you over with a meat tenderizer, insults your mama, punches your junk, and otherwise gives you the wildest Southern vacation you’ve ever had. Farris has just announced himself as a major new talent in crime fiction, and he ain’t telling us politely.”—Duane Swierczynski, Anthony Award–winning author of  Fun & Games

Last Call for the Living left blisters on my eyelids and teeth marks on my soul. Combining razor sharp prose, a tight plot and characters I could relate to, the narrative tension bites down and doesn’t let go.”—Frank Bill, author of Crimes in Southern Indiana

“This novel comes at you like an abusive parent, succors you like a mother, smacks you down like a bully, then helps you back up to see the light like a blood brother—but one cranked on meth, steeped in whiskey, and gunned-up for a final showdown. Last Call for the Living is a debut novel with true regret in its heart, and a poignant sadness at the implacability of fate. It is probably the most ballistic family values story you’ll ever read.”—David J. Schow, author of Gun Work

 

“Sam Peckinpah meets Flannery O’Connor in Peter Farris’s astonishingly good debut. The veracity of violence, the beauty of brutality, and the majesty of the marginalized all align like malignant stars in this disturbing, literate, and authentic novel. Last Call for the Living is the manifesto of a talent who deserves your attention.”—Grant Jerkins, author of A Very Simple Crime

My Review

“Cold steel and gun metal grey.

Nightmares, another night has turned to day.”

Peter Farris is a new talent to take note of alongside recently Frank Bill and Donald Ray Pollock these writers waste no words and really engage you right from the start.
What should have been a usual day at work turns out to be the mark of a pivotal point in a young mans life. A bank teller Charlie a model rocket enthusiast, and a kid that many fathers would be proud to have, finds himself in a three week hostage situation after a bank heist.
This is has a fast pace and packs a punch with a motley crew of shady characters. It hooks you with the dieing need to know will Charlie make it through to safety and be of the living?
The said bank robber and hostage taker is a man whose earned fear in men, he’s part of the Aryan brotherhood, his loyalties have changed since being out of the pen. He finds himself battling wether to keep Charlie alive while on the run or just plain blow his brains away due to one very gut feeling he finds he has about this man. Something kept him from doing the kid in.
A twist of fates brought them together so to speak and just how it all pans out and the main protagonist battle with his psyche, his dark passenger, provides a page turning story of break-neck pace.
Writing with  characters of the darkest of hearts but with one light in the core of this story Charlie. Its visceral with solid prose and all the hallmarks of good writing.

A story involving bank heists, ex-cons, the incarcerated, the brotherhood and Kin.
A look through the keyhole of the incarcerated, being captive, being without a father and of those that fell through the fabric of society who could have been something else.

His writing is in the league of Jim Thompson and Daniel Woodrell in on hell of a debut. We can only expect more fireworks from Peter Farris.

“It reminded Lang of the footage captured during earthquakes. Security cameras in a grocery store, a restaurant, an office building. The shaking and the people suddenly look frantic, their day going from zero to pole position in the blink f an eye. That was real terror. Nothing to hold on to, trying to find balance in a situation where theres none to be had.”

“He began to pace, tiger-walking as if the cottage were a cage. The muscle in Hicklin’s forearms and shoulders seemed to pop and writhe with every movement. Charlie watched him, noticig Hicklin’s tattoos in greater detail, a few so intricate they seemed like a picture show on flesh, a righteous hatred in the details. He found Hicklins gait strange. The man walked with a swagger, guarded, like a lion stalking the fringes of a pride area. Hicklin turned on the radio, turning to a country station.”

 

“Do you know what its like to be watched? I mean really watched. Stared at. Studied?

‘I’m not just talkin’ guards and video cameras and such. I mean jobs, paperwork, receipts, bills, insurance claims, doctor visits, taxes, satellites up in the goddamn sky. The all-encompassing gaze. And someones’ always watchin’ and you don’t know when or where or who, but there is no escaping it. I spent twelve years being watched.”

 

“Blood in. Blood out.”

 

“Heroin. Meth. OxyContin. Cough syrup. Cell phones. Cigarettes. Addresses. Bank accounts. Contracts. Protection. Prostitution. Politics. We play the game because the game is there to be played.”

Purchase from Amazon.com or Amazon.co.uk

 

Visit the Peter Farris blog Here

MY INTERVIEW WITH PETER FARRIS >> http://more2read.com/review/interview-with-peter-farris/

An interview with Peter Farris last year by another awesome writer @ http://bastardizedversion.blogspot.co.uk/2011/07/why-im-badass-peter-farris.html

Read the Authors flash fiction piece DISNEY NOIR it has been nominated for Best Short Story on the Web by Spinetingler Magazine.http://www.shotgunhoney.net/2011/04/disney-noir-by-peter-farris.html

Reviewed by Lou Pendergrast on 21 April 2012

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