Showing posts with label Las Vegas in novels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Las Vegas in novels. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

A comatose naked man, foul-mouthed ER doctor and Arden star in Chapter 28 of World of Hurt

World of Hurt by Richard J Pietschmann just keeps getting better
by Patti Pietschmann




She regarded Randy with cold, hostile eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?”

She snarled it in a slow Southern drawl.

He held up his badge toward her.

“I’m a cop.”


“Yeah, well, I’m Tinkerbell and this is my nightmare.  Get out of it now, motherfucker, before I shit fairy dust all over you.”

©2016 by Richard J Pietschmann


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Watts riots, Malcolm X, Arden come together in Chapter 26 of World of Hurt

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A Novel of Las Vegas
Richard J Pietschmann
Chapter 26


August, 13, 1965: Los Angeles Ablaze
Ever since President Kennedy was assassinated nearly two years ago, the world seemed to go more and more insane. Malcolm X was killed in February and in March racial tension reached a bloody boiling point at Selma and Montgomery. Meanwhile, a pointless war metastasized into a beast that fed upon itself, a generation gap yawned into a chasm of mistrust, and atomic brinksmanship terrified an already terrified planet as stockpiles of nuclear weapons grew into the tens of thousands.
Arden couldn’t say if he was more horrified or exhilarated. Hate, savagery and paranoia seemed pumped into the very air the country breathed, yet he was thrilled that missionary work had allowed him to explore an exciting new world of interesting ideas and different people on and around the Sunset Strip.


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Mike Tyson and Shakur's last words in Chapt. 20 World of Hurt by Richard Pietschmann

World of Hurt dives deep into Shakur murder and the dark side of Las Vegas
By Patti Pietschmann



Each chapter in World of Hurt  makes  you want to go back for me and this one doesn't disappoint.....

"A detective at Shakur’s bedside was still trying to get him to say something about the encounter that was about to kill him when the rapper took his last breath.

Shakur’s last words, said the detective, “Fuck you.”

Randy took a deep breath. Nearly 20 years later, Shakur’s murder was still unsolved. Not calling in the original traffic stop that night was a big mistake. It was a mistake that Randy swore he would never repeat."

Read it here.



Sunday, July 31, 2016

Here is your moment of Zen Chapter 12 of the gripping novel "World of Hurt" by Richard J Pietschmann

If you haven't fired up your mobile device  to read this electrifying novel you really need to start now. No kidding folks,  it's one of the best books of summer 2016 by a top journalist and screen writer:

This is but one paragraph to get your literary juices flowing:
Skin bitch left and came back cradling three gins against her tiny swastikas and lined them up on the bar. Squires took his time studying them, and then picked up one bottle that said Nolet’s. He gazed at the bottle as if he had found buried treasure.

“It is a violation of the laws of nature for such a fine gin to be found in a joint as benighted and wretched as this one, yet it appears that the fates have once again smiled upon me. Take this elixir, Jennie Lynch, and pour an over-generous portion into a shaker into which you have put exactly three drops of your finest vermouth and filled to the top with fresh ice, not the partially melted ice you foist on the unwashed but ice that is frozen so solid it steams. Bring this shaker and the largest cocktail glass you have and put them here in front of me. You will then stir twenty-five times as I watch, half clockwise and half counter-clockwise, place a single large olive in the glass and pour in the sacred creation until only fluid dynamics keeps it from spilling over. I will then kvell at your singular achievement.”