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Wednesday, 11 May 2011 16:50

Dispatches from Thunder Road: When October Falls

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When he’s all alone in a room (most likely with neither lights nor windows), he’s still the odd one out: Christopher Dwyer, a Bostonian with a love for the Dark. A bloke who drinks nothing but coffee, dropshots and pints of Guinness for the sole reason they’re all black beverages. It’s no surprise the first great work of real importance from his hands makes even Tommie Smith’s glove glow red from shame. How come? No one knows. It’s a fable that it’s the quiet ones you got to watch. I’ve stalked him and his peers for half a dozen years. Saw Dwyer growing up into a happy boy, then into a happy man with a beautiful wife. These days it’s the happy ones we’ve got to watch. Over the unblemished skins of suburbia a shadow lingers, ready to grab you and force itself down down down your throat.

Dwyer has written many shorter stories, none of those come close enough to touch the edges of When October Fall’s shade. This is an epic story, worthy of being written in ithildin as the middle of the night makes the perfect time to let the tale haunt you after all.

So what is the book all about? A fellow’s missus has been missing and he will do anything to find her. It’s a romance, I think, but the blackest you’ll read. Believe me, it’s not as simple as it sounds because in noirish Boston nothing is like you expect it to be, nothing is like you want it to be. Every sentence bleeds out from the pages. Isn’t ink just black blood anyway? Read this neo-noir romance and you won’t be able to answer that question at all, so you just nod like the good schoolboy you are. “The moon bleeds dark into leaves and a cool rustling wind shutters between an endless array of dead stars,” Dwyer writes, it’s his second line of the book. From there on, it only gets better. Some lines haunt you, others will stalk you. Again others cut into you.

We have recently stumbled upon a new vein of literature, a vein that contains peculiar, rare and valuable minerals. That vein is far from empty. Dwyer is planning a new trip already, back to his old love: horror. That will take a year or two before it shows her pretty but damaged face -- it is going to feel much longer.

But for now, it is noir. Born in the 1920s, raised in the 30s with Carroll John Daly, Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain. It has been alive and kicking for a century now and it won’t die because the new masters know the times are a-changin’. Dwyer embraces the new media and the new way of publishing like the pitch-black anaconda he is. “I haven’t picked up an actual book since my wife bought me an iPad for Christmas,” he brags. It doesn’t come as a surprise October was published by Pablo D’Stair’s Brown Paper Publishing. All its novels are free downloadable: bringing the stories that need to be told to those who need to read them. Students too poor to spend fifteen quid or more on idiotic HCs. The future doctors, dentists, CEOs, lawyers. They need this dangerous prose right now so they can be mocked later when they have left the dark path for a Lexus or dental care insurances.

As all the new kids, Dwyer is so generous it almost becomes as mental disability. Together with the infamous Nik Korpon (Stay God) and Axel Taiari (return here next month) he founded the magazine Rotten Leaves, the magazine “where dark fiction dwells.” If we won’t hear more from this exciting new writer, this skilled disturbing editor, it can only be because Boston got hit by eleven meteorites the size of Texas. And there we have it once more: eleven. “What about eleven, Dwyer?”

He doesn’t take the time to think about it. “The approximate periodicity of a sunspot cycle is eleven years.”

I don’t know what the Hell that means. I don’t care for anything sunny -- I want my Moon back to read October again.




Christopher J. Dwyer is a noir writer who calls Boston his home. His work has appeared in Twisted Tongue Magazine, Pendulum, Colored Chalk, Red Fez, Shalla Magazine, New Horizons, Gold Dust Magazine, Nefarious Muse, and Sex and Murder. His stories have also appeared in several fiction anthologies, including Fried! Fast Food, Slow Deaths, End of Days: An Apocalyptic Anthology, Dead Worlds 5, and more. He can be reached through his official website: www.christopherjdwyer.com. His novel When October Falls was published by Brown Paper Publishing.

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Mlaz Corbier

Mlaz Corbier lives in the north of the nether-lands. When he’s not hunting for Thunderlings, he fills his days with laughing at commoners and carefully documenting the adventures of Jimmy Viper sobthat he won’t be forgotten. He instructs his chosen ones at www.red-puffin-tobacco.blogspot.com.

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