Paul O'Brien's Blog, page 6
July 9, 2012
Eoin Colfer on Blood Red Turns Dollar Green
International bestselling author of Artemis Fowl and his thoughts on my book!
July 7, 2012
Elizabeth A. White Review
I was lucky enough to be reviewed by crime/noir reviewer Elizabeth White today. Such is the want for her time that she’s currently closed to further books for review. Here’s what she had to say about Blood Red Turns Dollar Green.
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This was the first minute of his life where he knew the clock had started; he would never be able to let his guard down again. – Danno Garland
Think the organized crime genre is played out? Think you have no interest in a story about professional wrestling? Think again, on both counts.
Author Paul O’Brien’s debut, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green, is a magnificent melding of the two, breathing fresh life into an old genre and presenting the late 1960s/early 1970s world of pro wrestling in a light even those who aren’t fans of the sport will find fascinating.
Unfolding over the course of three years, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green weaves together the fates of three primary characters. Having worked himself up from circus strongman to wrestler to territory owner, Proctor King is a man who does not take no for an answer. He’s paid his dues, and King’s ready to collect on his investment. He’ll work with you if he can, but he’s more than happy to run over you if he has to.
Lenny Long is the eternal hanger-on, desperate to break into the money side of the business but stuck on the ring crew. Married with a kid, and another on the way, Lenny’s resorted to providing transportation for some of the wrestlers between gigs and selling them his wife’s homemade sandwiches. To ever be more than a lackey Lenny’s going to have to make a bold move, but doing so may put both his marriage and his life in danger.[image error]
Danno Garland inherited his territory from his father, but he has ambitions for the business far beyond anything his old man ever achieved. When he lucks into the discovery of a huge new talent, literally and figuratively, Garland’s willing to make a deal with the devil – or Proctor King as the case may be – to put on the biggest event the wrestling world has ever seen. If everything goes as planned Garland will make history, and a lot of money. If…
Peppered with a colorful cast of supporting characters, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green works on two levels. For those who are fans of a good organized crime story, the business structure of the wrestling territories and how all the owners worked, and occasionally fought, with each other is as complicated and fraught with danger as anything La Cosa Nostra ever conceived. You were just as likely to get a tire iron to the back of the head as you were your piece of the pie if the other members didn’t like how you were doing business.
There’s also the professional wrestling aspect of the story which, you must trust me, is fascinating even if you think the sport is as corny and fake as it gets. (A cop in the story finds out the hard way that calling wrestling “fake” in front of the wrong people can be hazardous to your health.) O’Brien works the history and lingo of the sport into the overall narrative beautifully, showing how those in the business run the gamut from level-headed, hard-working professionals to borderline psychopaths just looking for a legal way to inflict pain. Quite simply,Blood Red Turns Dollar Green is an instantly engaging trip through the back rooms and shady deals that formed the backbone of the territorial professional wrestling circuit in its heyday.
But don’t just take my word for it. None other than legendary professional wrestler and accomplished author himself Mick Foley has given the book his seal of approval. Sure, the guy took a lot – and I do mean a lot – of chair shots to the head, but he still knows the goods when he sees it. And Paul O’Brien’s got the goods.
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Get your copy here.
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This was the first minute of his life where he knew the clock had started; he would never be able to let his guard down again. – Danno Garland
Think the organized crime genre is played out? Think you have no interest in a story about professional wrestling? Think again, on both counts.
Author Paul O’Brien’s debut, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green, is a magnificent melding of the two, breathing fresh life into an old genre and presenting the late 1960s/early 1970s world of pro wrestling in a light even those who aren’t fans of the sport will find fascinating.
Unfolding over the course of three years, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green weaves together the fates of three primary characters. Having worked himself up from circus strongman to wrestler to territory owner, Proctor King is a man who does not take no for an answer. He’s paid his dues, and King’s ready to collect on his investment. He’ll work with you if he can, but he’s more than happy to run over you if he has to.
Lenny Long is the eternal hanger-on, desperate to break into the money side of the business but stuck on the ring crew. Married with a kid, and another on the way, Lenny’s resorted to providing transportation for some of the wrestlers between gigs and selling them his wife’s homemade sandwiches. To ever be more than a lackey Lenny’s going to have to make a bold move, but doing so may put both his marriage and his life in danger.[image error]
Danno Garland inherited his territory from his father, but he has ambitions for the business far beyond anything his old man ever achieved. When he lucks into the discovery of a huge new talent, literally and figuratively, Garland’s willing to make a deal with the devil – or Proctor King as the case may be – to put on the biggest event the wrestling world has ever seen. If everything goes as planned Garland will make history, and a lot of money. If…
Peppered with a colorful cast of supporting characters, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green works on two levels. For those who are fans of a good organized crime story, the business structure of the wrestling territories and how all the owners worked, and occasionally fought, with each other is as complicated and fraught with danger as anything La Cosa Nostra ever conceived. You were just as likely to get a tire iron to the back of the head as you were your piece of the pie if the other members didn’t like how you were doing business.
There’s also the professional wrestling aspect of the story which, you must trust me, is fascinating even if you think the sport is as corny and fake as it gets. (A cop in the story finds out the hard way that calling wrestling “fake” in front of the wrong people can be hazardous to your health.) O’Brien works the history and lingo of the sport into the overall narrative beautifully, showing how those in the business run the gamut from level-headed, hard-working professionals to borderline psychopaths just looking for a legal way to inflict pain. Quite simply,Blood Red Turns Dollar Green is an instantly engaging trip through the back rooms and shady deals that formed the backbone of the territorial professional wrestling circuit in its heyday.
But don’t just take my word for it. None other than legendary professional wrestler and accomplished author himself Mick Foley has given the book his seal of approval. Sure, the guy took a lot – and I do mean a lot – of chair shots to the head, but he still knows the goods when he sees it. And Paul O’Brien’s got the goods.
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Get your copy here.
July 3, 2012
Guest Blog
Check out my new blog at writing.ie. Thanks to Louise Philips for the opportunity and space to blog over there.
Here is it...
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Last May, I purposefully stopped writing plays for the first time since 1998. I hadn't a clue what to do or where to go so I did some googling to see how this novel thing works. I was filled with questions. What route to take? Traditional or self-publish? Seek agent, not seek agent? Write in my underwear or smoking jacket?
The more I researched the more I saw just how ordered the book business is. Pitching an idea felt similar, in that you're asked 'what's it about?' But the experience was also alien, in that you're asked 'where would I put you?' Like, what shelf does your story go on? Hmmm. How did I not see that one coming?
Genre is a much smaller fence to hop in the theatre.
One of perennial structure questions all writers ask themselves is - why now? What makes this story divergent from all the rest? What's so great about your idea that it's worth spending days, months or even years working on it. Why are you the only person in the world that could tell this story? What makes your story different? Not only that but - how different could a first time, unknown writer be on his or her first novel? Writing crime is a very defined looking act. Hard boiled - police procedure - English rural mystery etc. Whereas a first time playwright could set their play in the mind of a thought bubble and have the lack of meaning in the piece be transferred to you in the form of a smell, and they might possibly win some kind of award.
So I doubled my googling efforts. I wanted to write a book that someone might one day have an interest in reading. But my premise was also a little…unusual. All the research I had amassed told me that all roads to the readers lay in the pitch. They want to know, as best they can up front, if they’re going to like what you’re trying to sell them. ‘Is this different to what I usually like?’
It’s something we all do all the time in all corners of our lives. I, for instance, refuse to ever take another chance on Orlando Bloom. I will, however, rent or buy anything that involves a heist, Jackie Chan, subtitles, the Coen brothers, ninjas, Aaron Sorkin, Christmas, John C. Reilly, HBO or the Hulk. (All that together would make the most awesome movie of all time.)
I just like that stuff. So I go looking for more stuff like that. Readers, to a large degree, seemed to be the same. Rightly so. They want to know if a book idea is their thing. That's why the book shop is sectioned and amazon spends millions getting to know your tastes. So with that in mind - as an unknown, first time author - I asked myself, how safe do you play it?
When one sexy vampire story hits - thousands hit. When Die Hard hit the cinema, a thousand more hit. Skinny hipster jeans? Everyone has them. Even those who really shouldn’t - including any man ever and any girl over the age of ten. In writing terms, do you write about the hipster vampire in the John McClaine vest first time out? You know that there an audience for that. Fashion, art and food is mass-produced for a reason. Do we want the same - familiar but different - or just different?
In the end I went for the familiar, but different.
My book is a gritty, New York, organized crime novel set in the seventies about a pan American blood feud between a couple of the rival syndicates.
It's also set in the shady, con-filled world of American professional wrestling. That's the different bit.
But that what, in my mind, makes it perfect for a crime novel. These guys conned huge audiences with fixed fights for decades. It’s hard to imagine now, but for a lot of the paying population of America - wrestling was very much a straight up sport. As legit as any football game, tennis match or 100m sprint. Matches between two heavyweight wrestlers were routinely promoted on the same card as two heavyweight boxers. Wrestling was ‘real’ and matches drew huge money. Cash money. All controlled by a small back-room gang that managed the whole country.
Now, my book is not ‘about’ wrestling - no more than Top Gun was about jets or Black Swan was about ballet or the Sopranos was about refuge collection. Like all stories it's about the characters that inhabit that world. Blood Red Turns Dollar Green is about relationships and greed and paranoia and love and death and the struggle for power. The things we can all understand or identify with.
So I went with that. And it's going really well. I've had such a fun time that I'm going to stay over this side of the fence for a while. I think I might have a few more books in me.
Hopefully they'll be familiar but different too.
P.S. I went with the smoking jacket
June 24, 2012
Tweet, Tweet
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Just finished an excellent wrestling novel - involving an early 70's territorial rivalry - "Blood Red Turns Dollar Green" by Paul O'Brien. - Mick Foley via Twitter!
We’re just getting started. More to come!
Get your copy here.
June 22, 2012
Twitter. A Newbs Guide for Newbies.
Watching a Twitter feed in action is like watching the screaming thoughts a nine year old lunatic stream in font form across your third eye. (Twitter can have that for their next tag-line if they like.) I love it. But it’s a crazy place. Maybe like in life though, it’s all about who you pick for company.
Some people have been tweeting since the beginning. Some have just started. Some are not convinced at all.
For all those out there who haven’t yet given it a try, and for those who may be reluctant - here’s a short list of who you can expect to meet on there. Good and bad.
There’s the mom who calls herself KirstysMom. That’s kinda cute but sad. Is that how you see yourself KirstysMom? As Kirtsy’s mom? That’s it? Not your own name or a slightly risqué nickname you’ve had in your head for a couple of years? What happens if Kirsty gets hit by a bus. How will your friends find you if you have to change your name? No more Twitter?[image error]
There’s always an insecure celebrity who’s arguing with a ‘fan’ or trying to justify the end of Lost. That he wrote. Let’s call him Damien Lindehoff.
Or there’s the guy who calls out to all the bitches in the club. He’s XxxSwaggyKillaxxX - he’s just a XxxdouchebagxxX.
There’s the witty political commentators. My personl favorite. No one is safe. Love these people and love that they have a place to say what they want to say. Twitter - the world’s biggest town square.
Of course the place is infested with Bieber fans? I know you’re all just little hormonal girls or whatever, but puberty and your parents divorce can’t happen quick enough. Try listening to ‘Love Me’ when you’re cramping, pimply and you hate the world. Say hello to Nirvana for me!
Speaking of music, there’s always plenty of excellent recommendations to choose from floating by. Click a couple. I’ve found some gems.
Then there’s the Jesus nuts. They want to tell me about the bible. I’ve read it twice(true story) and didn’t like it either time. Something to do with all the different writers. Like a terrible Hollywood summer movie.
There’s the poor cryptic passive aggressive who tweets things like - I’m a strong woman who will succeed in life even if you don’t know you’re wrong. Or - Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them a second bullet. Cause they missed you the first time. At first I felt for her but it’s been seven months now. Either break into his house and kill him and his new fiancé or grab yourself an account with FriendFinder or something.
There’s the Twitter tribal wars. Some team v some team. Some movie character v some movie character. Some band v some band.
Of course, reading drunk tweets is always fun.
I’ve noticed that American political sides have gotten more hardened and vicious since the black guy came on board. No idea what that’s about.
And then there’s my group. The writers. I watched you before I tweeted - you seemed to be doing this - PLS RT!!! BOOK!!!BOOK!! GOOD THINGS SAID ABOUT IT!!!BOOK!!!!! #plsrtgoodbook. So like a sheep I did the same. Not only did I do the same, I did it in duplicate. Apparently on Twitter there’s a setting that allows your Facebook post to automatically appear on Twitter too. So I would go to Facebook and post about my awesome book, it would hit Twitter. Then I would share my awesome book quote on Facebook, it would appear again on Twitter. I would then come to Twitter and post about my awesome book. Three, four times a post. The same post. Every time. #sorry
Not promising I’ll stop though.
But the jewel in the birdie’s crown is the genuinely great strangers who just pop up and say cool things. They tell you where all the cool stuff is online, or they type something that makes you produce a cornflake from your nostril at breakfast. They watch the same programs as you and make them infinitely better by tweeting along. They RT your lame jokes and recommend you to other cool people who might live ten minutes from you or ten thousand miles from you.
Twitter is a flow of humanity. If you think that humanity is fundementally decent then it should be a good experience for you. If you think everyone is shit and most people should move to some other country or be locked up, then not so much.
I have no idea how it works or who can see my posts but that’s the beauty of Twitter. There’s a rushing copper waterfall of thoughts rushing by you. When you’re ready you throw in your penny.
Some people have been tweeting since the beginning. Some have just started. Some are not convinced at all.
For all those out there who haven’t yet given it a try, and for those who may be reluctant - here’s a short list of who you can expect to meet on there. Good and bad.
There’s the mom who calls herself KirstysMom. That’s kinda cute but sad. Is that how you see yourself KirstysMom? As Kirtsy’s mom? That’s it? Not your own name or a slightly risqué nickname you’ve had in your head for a couple of years? What happens if Kirsty gets hit by a bus. How will your friends find you if you have to change your name? No more Twitter?[image error]
There’s always an insecure celebrity who’s arguing with a ‘fan’ or trying to justify the end of Lost. That he wrote. Let’s call him Damien Lindehoff.
Or there’s the guy who calls out to all the bitches in the club. He’s XxxSwaggyKillaxxX - he’s just a XxxdouchebagxxX.
There’s the witty political commentators. My personl favorite. No one is safe. Love these people and love that they have a place to say what they want to say. Twitter - the world’s biggest town square.
Of course the place is infested with Bieber fans? I know you’re all just little hormonal girls or whatever, but puberty and your parents divorce can’t happen quick enough. Try listening to ‘Love Me’ when you’re cramping, pimply and you hate the world. Say hello to Nirvana for me!
Speaking of music, there’s always plenty of excellent recommendations to choose from floating by. Click a couple. I’ve found some gems.
Then there’s the Jesus nuts. They want to tell me about the bible. I’ve read it twice(true story) and didn’t like it either time. Something to do with all the different writers. Like a terrible Hollywood summer movie.
There’s the poor cryptic passive aggressive who tweets things like - I’m a strong woman who will succeed in life even if you don’t know you’re wrong. Or - Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them a second bullet. Cause they missed you the first time. At first I felt for her but it’s been seven months now. Either break into his house and kill him and his new fiancé or grab yourself an account with FriendFinder or something.
There’s the Twitter tribal wars. Some team v some team. Some movie character v some movie character. Some band v some band.
Of course, reading drunk tweets is always fun.
I’ve noticed that American political sides have gotten more hardened and vicious since the black guy came on board. No idea what that’s about.
And then there’s my group. The writers. I watched you before I tweeted - you seemed to be doing this - PLS RT!!! BOOK!!!BOOK!! GOOD THINGS SAID ABOUT IT!!!BOOK!!!!! #plsrtgoodbook. So like a sheep I did the same. Not only did I do the same, I did it in duplicate. Apparently on Twitter there’s a setting that allows your Facebook post to automatically appear on Twitter too. So I would go to Facebook and post about my awesome book, it would hit Twitter. Then I would share my awesome book quote on Facebook, it would appear again on Twitter. I would then come to Twitter and post about my awesome book. Three, four times a post. The same post. Every time. #sorry
Not promising I’ll stop though.
But the jewel in the birdie’s crown is the genuinely great strangers who just pop up and say cool things. They tell you where all the cool stuff is online, or they type something that makes you produce a cornflake from your nostril at breakfast. They watch the same programs as you and make them infinitely better by tweeting along. They RT your lame jokes and recommend you to other cool people who might live ten minutes from you or ten thousand miles from you.
Twitter is a flow of humanity. If you think that humanity is fundementally decent then it should be a good experience for you. If you think everyone is shit and most people should move to some other country or be locked up, then not so much.
I have no idea how it works or who can see my posts but that’s the beauty of Twitter. There’s a rushing copper waterfall of thoughts rushing by you. When you’re ready you throw in your penny.
June 19, 2012
99c
Thanks for everyone who got the book during the 99c Father’s Day weekend! I hope you enjoy the book and a good bargain!
June 16, 2012
Fear The Nerds/Respect the Nerds
nerd [nurd] Show IPA
noun Slang .
1.
an intelligent but single-minded person obsessed with anonsocial hobby or pursuit: a computer nerd.
When you finish a book and you hand it over to the people in your life who you think might be honest enough to give you straight up feedback - you’re nervous. When you finish and hand it out to readers you’re even more so. But when you finish and hand it out to readers who know your world as good if not better than you - poopy time.
This is why Hollywood fears the nerd.
Most people think comic book fans are the hardest to please but most loyal. If Star Wars fans heard that they would throw down their BlasTech DL 44’s in disgust. Trekkies would want to ghob you and start a noH if they heard such claims.
Every super fan thinks they’re the super fan.
Yes, yes, their nerdery and devotion is to be commended. Their relentless mission for easter eggs(both kinds) and loyalty to the source material is to be admired. But they all pale in comparison to the uber nerd, my kind of fan - the professional wrestling fan.
Pro wrestling fans might seem similar to all the others on the surface. They know the vast and sometimes shady history of wrestling. They travel across the world to meet up and see the matches. They understand wrestling own language, Carny. They trade magazines, tapes, merchandise and “action figures.” It all sounds familiar.
Except for one huge difference. The way they protest. [image error]
If a wrestling fan dislikes the product they will travel to see the match and then proceed to shit all over the wrestlers, the bookers, the show, the building, the world. They will do it right there in the front row. Anyone ever tell Ryan Reynolds to “suck my balls cause you fucking suck” after the Green Lantern came out? I guess not. Why? Cause he wasn’t fucking there, that’s why.
In the wrestling world you can go right to the source and tell it to “suck my balls cause you fucking suck.” They’re right there. Live. And in person. Once you do that, you then keep really quite. The one thing that kills a wrestling ‘character’ quicker than anything else? Silence.
No cheers or no boos equals no job in wrestling.
This is why I was reluctant about releasing Blood Red Turns Dollar Green. I wanted to write a book that anyone could pick and enjoy. I also wanted the wrestling nerds, my people, to enjoy it. i knew though, if they didn’t that I would be murdered by my own.
I’ve recently just finished season one of Game of Thrones. Love it. (I know, I know - NO SPOILERS!) But I did a quick google afterward and saw all the discussions about the books and the worlds and character details and plot differences. Didn’t matter a jot to me. I just love the TV show. I didn’t notice the easter eggs or the ‘insider’ references. I didn’t need to. It seems the show is something that can be enjoyed on two different levels - novice and pro.
A bit like when I was a kid here in Ireland and we were inundated with baseball and American football movies. I loved them all. Didn’t know any of the rules, history, culture or relevance of the sports in the stories - I just loved the stories.
When my book came out first the reaction was brilliant. People really seemed surprised that they would like a book set in this world. I was, and am, thrilled by the response. But I was waiting too. All the early reviews were from crime fans. People who love books and want some mystery and murder in their daily reading. Thank you! Thank you! I was giddy - but I still waited. Where’s the nerds? How would they react to the fact that I go into the wrestling world and pepper it with situations, dates, places and terms that meant something to wrestling fans?
Turns out - one month in - that they love it!
This week alone I have gotten reviews, emails and DM’s from hardcore wrestling fans who have just finished the book. Not only are they happy with the way the story and the history of ‘their’ business was handled - they want to tell other wrestling fans about it.
Even Mick Foley wanted a signed copy!
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How cool is that? My all time favorite wrestler has a copy of my book. (More on that later.)
They both like it. Novice and pro. Crime fan and wrestling fan.
One of the reasons I wanted to set a crime fiction book behind the curtain of the wrestling world is because as a wrestling nerd myself, I was genuinely surprised that it hasn’t been done more in the past. A group of shady promoters share up territories to trade their cash-only businesses in. They protect their world fiercely and control everyone who works for them. It’s a hard business to break into and its even harder to be trusted with the secrets.
This world holds American’s longest con, alongside America’s most colorful, shady and flamboyant characters. What’s not to love?
So that you my fellow wrestling nerds. I’m thrilled you like this book!
Now - don’t kayfabe. Speak! Speak!
noun Slang .
1.
an intelligent but single-minded person obsessed with anonsocial hobby or pursuit: a computer nerd.
When you finish a book and you hand it over to the people in your life who you think might be honest enough to give you straight up feedback - you’re nervous. When you finish and hand it out to readers you’re even more so. But when you finish and hand it out to readers who know your world as good if not better than you - poopy time.
This is why Hollywood fears the nerd.
Most people think comic book fans are the hardest to please but most loyal. If Star Wars fans heard that they would throw down their BlasTech DL 44’s in disgust. Trekkies would want to ghob you and start a noH if they heard such claims.
Every super fan thinks they’re the super fan.
Yes, yes, their nerdery and devotion is to be commended. Their relentless mission for easter eggs(both kinds) and loyalty to the source material is to be admired. But they all pale in comparison to the uber nerd, my kind of fan - the professional wrestling fan.
Pro wrestling fans might seem similar to all the others on the surface. They know the vast and sometimes shady history of wrestling. They travel across the world to meet up and see the matches. They understand wrestling own language, Carny. They trade magazines, tapes, merchandise and “action figures.” It all sounds familiar.
Except for one huge difference. The way they protest. [image error]
If a wrestling fan dislikes the product they will travel to see the match and then proceed to shit all over the wrestlers, the bookers, the show, the building, the world. They will do it right there in the front row. Anyone ever tell Ryan Reynolds to “suck my balls cause you fucking suck” after the Green Lantern came out? I guess not. Why? Cause he wasn’t fucking there, that’s why.
In the wrestling world you can go right to the source and tell it to “suck my balls cause you fucking suck.” They’re right there. Live. And in person. Once you do that, you then keep really quite. The one thing that kills a wrestling ‘character’ quicker than anything else? Silence.
No cheers or no boos equals no job in wrestling.
This is why I was reluctant about releasing Blood Red Turns Dollar Green. I wanted to write a book that anyone could pick and enjoy. I also wanted the wrestling nerds, my people, to enjoy it. i knew though, if they didn’t that I would be murdered by my own.
I’ve recently just finished season one of Game of Thrones. Love it. (I know, I know - NO SPOILERS!) But I did a quick google afterward and saw all the discussions about the books and the worlds and character details and plot differences. Didn’t matter a jot to me. I just love the TV show. I didn’t notice the easter eggs or the ‘insider’ references. I didn’t need to. It seems the show is something that can be enjoyed on two different levels - novice and pro.
A bit like when I was a kid here in Ireland and we were inundated with baseball and American football movies. I loved them all. Didn’t know any of the rules, history, culture or relevance of the sports in the stories - I just loved the stories.
When my book came out first the reaction was brilliant. People really seemed surprised that they would like a book set in this world. I was, and am, thrilled by the response. But I was waiting too. All the early reviews were from crime fans. People who love books and want some mystery and murder in their daily reading. Thank you! Thank you! I was giddy - but I still waited. Where’s the nerds? How would they react to the fact that I go into the wrestling world and pepper it with situations, dates, places and terms that meant something to wrestling fans?
Turns out - one month in - that they love it!
This week alone I have gotten reviews, emails and DM’s from hardcore wrestling fans who have just finished the book. Not only are they happy with the way the story and the history of ‘their’ business was handled - they want to tell other wrestling fans about it.
Even Mick Foley wanted a signed copy!
[image error]
How cool is that? My all time favorite wrestler has a copy of my book. (More on that later.)
They both like it. Novice and pro. Crime fan and wrestling fan.
One of the reasons I wanted to set a crime fiction book behind the curtain of the wrestling world is because as a wrestling nerd myself, I was genuinely surprised that it hasn’t been done more in the past. A group of shady promoters share up territories to trade their cash-only businesses in. They protect their world fiercely and control everyone who works for them. It’s a hard business to break into and its even harder to be trusted with the secrets.
This world holds American’s longest con, alongside America’s most colorful, shady and flamboyant characters. What’s not to love?
So that you my fellow wrestling nerds. I’m thrilled you like this book!
Now - don’t kayfabe. Speak! Speak!
