JUST FINISHED: Hugh Monn

Hugh Monn final coverI’ve read a decent amount of New Pulp in the last year and a half.  This has greatly been the bi-product of wanting to support writing fellows.  Of course it is also the genre that many anthologies my own writing has been included in for the last six to eight months or so.  And if there is one thing I’ve noticed is that  New Pulp feels less protean than Classic (OG, Real, the original, etc) Pulp in the types of stories that fall under its banner.    Most of what you get with New Pulp Novels is The ‘Man of Action’ type of stories.  And where this surely can be debated, as I’ve not read even close to the tremendous bulk of New Pulp Novels that seem to flow in a never ending stream; it’s not rare for me to feel déjà vu when I read something in the genre.  I often ask myself, where are the Psychotropic stories of creatures from other planes, where are the planet shuffling captains of space, Where are the gun slinging outlaws, Where are the soldiers cracking wise, and most importantly where are the steamy noir detectives?

When I opened up Hugh Monn, Private Detective by Lee Houston Jr and saw the cover art I instantly knew at least two of my favourite tropes of largely ignored subject matter was going to ready for me.  But surprisingly I got a bit more than that.  I got stories filled with real people, I loved and loathed.  Despite being set in a Philip K Dick-isque vision of life on another planet.

Hugh Monn is a collection of old Noir style Detective stories that have heart and human warmth that has been missing in just about any story in the genre I’ve read thus far.  An emotional transparency that lets you get past the flaws it does have and enjoy some good stories.  Read on if you’re interest is perked.

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