TOP 10 PROSE FICTION NOVELS

TOP 10 PROSE FICTION NOVELS
Okay, for Mark Rake.
Just going off the top of my head.

1) BUDDWING by Evan Hunter
A man wakes up on a park bench in Central Park one morning
and realizes he doesn’t know who he is.
What ensues is an exploration of New York City over 24 hours
or an examination of one person’s entire life. It works on both
levels.
2) SONS by Evan Hunter
Following three generations of sons from the ages of 17 to 20,
From the grandfather during the First World War, the father,
World War 2, and the son, Vietnam.
3) SEE THEM DIE by Ed McBain.
A Sunday morning in the 87th Precinct’s version of Spanish
Harlem on a day when more than one person will die.
4) DOLL by Ed McBain
I bought my first hardcover 87th Precinct in the Port Authority bus terminal,
on my way home from Fort Dix, New Jersey.
And started reading it on New Year’s Eve on the bus ride
back to Rhode Island. 40 pages in, travelling through the dark
Connecticut countryside, I was in tears, cursing Evan for taking
a character I loved away from me.
5) THE HUMAN COMEDY by William Saroyan
Following the lives of a small town, and a family surviving
during World War II.
6) I AM LEGEND by Richard Matheson. Matheson’s seminal work on how
Vampires can come to be, and how myths and legends are established.
The book has influenced people from George Romero to the Walking Dead.
Lousy films (supposdedly adaptations) keep getting made from it.
7) PALE GRAY FOR GUILT by John D. MacDonald
There has to be a Travis McGee novel in there somewhere. MacDonald
writes about friendship, loyalty, guilt, Florida, honor. I’m choosing one
But I will never forget what the title A TAN AND SANDY SILENCE means. Or BRIGHT ORANGE FOR THE SHROUD..
8) WANDA HICKEY’S NIGHT OF GOLDEN MEMORIES by Jean Shepherd.
No one did this kind of thing better than Jean Shepherd. Nostalgia and
Story-telling, whether he told them in book form or on the radio.
9) DR NO by Ian Fleming
No one wrote a better spy thriller than Fleming in this time period.
Just read the centipede crawling up Bond’s body. Or the Kraken sucking
blood from Bond’s torn knee cap.
10) SCHISM by Bill Granger
As a Washington DC reporter Granger knew how government agencies
worked globally. The power structures of state, religion, agencies vying
with each other, all with their own agendas. The incredible thing about
Granger was his skill to take this cynical world view and ruthlessly thrust romanticism
Into the midst of the November Man novels. And make it succeed!
And just a couple more:
THE TIN ROOF BLOWDOWN by James Lee Burke
PAGAN BABIES by Elmore Leonard
CINNAMON KISS by Walter Mosley

The kid from Rhode Island would never believe he would have a
review by
Evan Hunter aka Ed McBain
on the back cover of one of his books.
It came as I was convalescing from a heart attack.
Evan did not know that.
I could-a not been around to see it.
Don McGregor

The first hardcover edition of SEE THEM DIE I managed to get years after I read the paperback release.The first hardcover edition of SEE THEM DIE I managed to get years after I read the paperback release.The first paperback edition of SEE THEM DIE I probably ever saw.The first paperback edition of SEE THEM DIE I probably ever saw.

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THE HALF NAKED WOMAN AND THE TURBULENT ANACONDAS SWIM IN THE ROILING WATERS OF MOULIN ROUGE

My only vague knowledge about Moulin Rouge in Paris was that half naked women were a part of whatever the show was.

I did not have a clue that 12 foot or more long Anacondas would intimidatingly share the space with me.

Marsha and I are across the street from Moulin Rouge as dusk lighting starts to claim the sky.
Is an evening at the world renowned night club worth the wait?
Don’t dare miss the answers!
Don McGregor

Steve Olle That’s where I got propositioned by a French prostitute. When I politely declined her offer, she screamed at me: “What iz zee matter with you? You no like French poo-zee?!”

Lisa Chase Yes…. it’s worth the wait

Sébastien Schenkel been living in that area, try the fish restaurant Place de Clichy and the breakfast at the Wepler Café, best milk and coffee or hot chocolate in the world, served with fresh croissants

Don McGregor Sébastien Schenkel. – we’re looking for a good place in the area for crepes.
Know one?
Any?
Don

Sébastien Schenkel most of the creperies are in the center, crepes are a specialty from people of Britanny, and that community is not set in the North West of Paris

Jeff Runyan be wary of the fish; it’s poisson!

Don McGregor Sébastien Schenkel – The hotel said Leon de Brixelles did crepes , and Marsha managed to hike here but their specialty is mussels. They don’t do crepes, but do waffles. We’ll see. Thanks Sebastian. Don

Sébastien Schenkel waffles, fries ans mussels are typical from Belgian food, if you eat there, try their beers, Trappistes ones, made by monks since Middle Age

You may think you want to go here.

Marsha stands near the strip-tease theater across the street,
trying to entice tourists away from Moulin Rouge.
But seriously…
You don’t.
Moulin Rouge awaits only a short walk away.
Don —

INSIDE THE WAITING ROOM TO THE MOULIN ROUGE DINNER THEATER.
AND 12 FOOT OR LONGER
ANACONDAS!
ANACONDAS AND NIPPLES!
AND I BELIEVE YOUR UNDERCOVER REPORTER MAY BE ABLE TO GET YOU
PHOTOS!

Gary Lovi Thanks 4 sharing

Norma Powers Thurman · 2 mutual friends

Looks like u are have a great time.

Joe Ackerman yeah, easy on the anacondas, matey. nipples, though. nipples are good.

Steven Ringgenberg Don, when are you going to unveil your Toulouse Lautrec impression?

Sébastien Schenkel at 18, La Locomotive, the disco near the Moulin Rouge, was my lair

Marsha got us dance-floor tables for the Moulin Rouge dinner show.
A pertinent point to know.
You are not there for the band.
You are not there for the singers,
though both are fine.
And how many of the songs,
no matter what language they are sung in,
are American standards.
Made me feel like we were traveling off
77 Sunset Strip,
and we’d meet Efrem Zimbalist.Jr as Stu Bailey,private eye there.
Don McGregor

Garry Burbage Amazing, well done !!!!

Angelina Acosta This is on my bucket list.

Raghu Seetharaman Beautiful

FINALLY!
MOULIN ROUGE!
There are no photos allowed once you are inside.
But remember, I am your undercover reporter.
Oh, and the man or woman who came up with selfie_extenders is probably rich right now!
I don’t know how many people had metal “selfie” extension poles thrusting up out of their hands to take illicit self portraits of themselves. But there were a lot.
Marsha Lee McGregor sits at the edge of the dance floor.
Neither us knows that the floor will disappear!
Don McGregor

I already told you, you are not there for the band or the singers, though they give some nice ambiance while you have your dinner.
A photo your not supposed to take inside the inner Santorum of Moulin Rouge. Marsha drinking ice chilled champagne.
But really, this also isn’t the reason.
You didn’t come for the food.
It would be shriveled goose in a dab of sauce, and comes with a fancy name you can’t pronounce. It’s fine.
But truly, it isn’t the reason you came to Moulin Rouge.
Don McGregor

The woman dance swims within their coils!
I don’t know what she gets paid to do this but..
It isn’t enough.
And these serpents aren’t torpid. They move with astounding speed, curling in amongst themselves.
Don McGregor

You won’t see this with your champagne and guinea goose dinner. At least, Marsha and I haven’t.
Don McGregor

Not sure how these are coming out, gang, but hope they did.
I’m sure you’ll let me know if they did.
Don McGregor

Norman Boyd All of your naughtiness are appearing here Don 😉

Don McGregor Norman Boyd naughtiness? Me?

My face is right against that glass tank wall!
Don McGregor

Joe Ackerman I bet it is!

Moulin Rouge is the Cirque de soleil with women allowed to prance and struct about with nipples showing in the midst of all the feathery hats and corsets and colorful plummage.

The woman swimming with anacondas may supposed to be the personification of mythical mermaid, one if you look clearly at the video wears a bra.

She just isn’t wearing a bra that conceals her nipples.

Wonder how many costumer designs were debated before that decision was made.

http://evenements.francetv.fr/evenements/sidaction/videos/olga_les_serpents_du_moulin_rouge_-_sidaction_2017_25-03-2017_1521505?fbclid=IwAR3oW9LLfi_iPAzOkCBabpnNlaCQbDhaibh_SbBPi29ac9yLnS7ayVbaW1c

The Moulin Rouge extravaganza is  strikingly different from most shows of the variety format state-side, in its casual disregard for gender formality.
The homoerotic playfulness of the Singing In The Rain number is tinged with just a hint of Laurel & Hardy camaraderie.
I’m not sure what the clowns are doing there in the last of the show.
The clowns have a thankless task of competing with giant anacondas and gravity defying skaters and men who can hurl each other towards the heavens.
Marsha stands by one of the posters.
Guess you’re not supposed to hsve a picture of this either.
Do you folks want more commentary like this with the photos?
Don McGregor

Maureen Britt Absolutely! You’re a great tour guide, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get there, although I would love to someday! Keep the travelogue coming!

Omar Pineda I would.

Mark Rake Yes!

Don McGregor I’m glad some of you responded. You have no idea how long it took me to figure out how to do the anacondas swimming piece. Thought surely more would respond to that. Don

Norman Boyd You said ‘nipples’ and Facebook has not banned you…Carry on!

Don McGregor Norman Boyd – And they are in the photo.

Norman Boyd Oh, don’t worry, for some reason my old man’s eyes spotted them, thanks!

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ENTER THE NICE COMIC CONVENTION ZONE – THE 2018 EXPLORATION BEGINS!

When separate invitations to be a part of two titanic overseas comic conventions came to me, from Bedford, England to Madrid, Spain, I felt the imperative to finally find my way to Sweetwater Nessie and the Highlands in Scotland.  You cannot have the last name McGregor (even if you are really a mongrel with Swiss, English, French in you) and not feel a kinship with that land that has so much Scottish history and mythology assigned to the place.This begins part of that journey, from meeting Jeff Chalal and Bub Chalal who run the yearly NICE COMIC CONVENTION from their home area of Bedford, England.  From all the newfound friends we found there, and the fans we met at the convention, to our leaving for other, distant destinations, it was filled with experiences we never imagined when the year began.I finally found this photo that was taken during the NICE COMIC CONVENTION in Bedford, England before we left for London and then Scotland and the Highlands and Loch Ness and then Amsterdam and the Red Light District and then Paris and Thierry Mornet and landing finally at the Madrid Heroes Con where George Pratt and I re-met after more than 3 decades.

Here, through the kindness of Seema Chalal, who asked Marsha what she would like to do while in England and Marsha said she wanted to go to a London Afternoon Tea.
Seema made her wish come true, with great warmth and kindness to both of us.
And Bub Chahal joined us.

One of the first moments that Marsha Lee McGregor and I would experience over the next month, starting a journey that would be more profound and extensive than we could ever suspect.

I had to make sure this afternoon delight did not get lost.
Thank you, Seema.
Thank you, Bub Chahal.
Yeah.
I know.
You’re the shy brother.
Don McGregor

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Bub Chahal is with Don McGregor at Bedford Swan Hotel.

September 5Bedford, United KingdomDon contemplating English Tea. There was no hidden steak or burger on the stand…

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Marsha and I are in the GEORGE AND DRAGON PUB that Bub and Seema Chalal took us, too for dinner.
Bub’s comic store Assistant Manager, Katy Haughey holds onto her head, probably not half believing what she has heard at this table.

Bub Chalal marched Joe Ackerman and I to his unique comic book store in the midst of Bedford, England.  The store is a comic book oasis in the setting of trees and swan swaying rivers not far from the English Afternoon Tea.Bub carries the new stuff, and the old stuff, and in between.What more could you ask for from a guy who loves comics and works a place where you can find and revel in them and most important, buy them and help keep the medium alive.This is in Bub Chalal’s second floor upper inner sanctum at the comic book store.  This must be where all the big senses shattering comic book decisions get made.  Apparently Joe Ackerman is listening to me expound upon the definition of “senses shattering.”

Doing the NICE convention during the day.

Meeting the readers and new people who are just experiencing the books for the first time.

I told Jeff Chahal not to worry if there were lines.

I would spend as much time with the people waiting when they got to the table.

I try to give everything I have in that moment of time to the people who believed in the books

and took them to heart.

Two of the men who help Jeff and Bub Chalal make their NICE COMIC CON run smoothly, and who made me feel very welcome in their home base, Rob and Ben Campbell.  Somebody somewhere is probably asking me if I can stand still for a minute.  And as I used to tell my pal, Rich Buckler, many times:  “Apparently not.”

Don trying a true English Delicacy…..Black Pudding! #blackpudding #donmcgregor #englishfood

Katy Haughey So this is where you ran off to! Bring me back a coffee and a sausage sandwich?

Dave Haworth Black pudding is utter rubbish.
Ed Gauthier “For years Frank had scoured the globe for the most disgusting dishes, but it wasn’t until he landed in the UK that he finally spotted dick.”
Michael Shipley Ah,the ole spotted dick.
Martin Gately Black Panther creator versus black pudding. There can be only one victor…

Jerry Paris God, don’t eat anything on that plate, Don! Anemic eggs, a cheapo mainly filler sausage and black pudding which is just a plate-filler dare. That is not British food!!! Take him somewhere for a proper breakfast!! Godolphin Hotel, Marazion in Cornwall does a great Cornish breakfast with a glorious view of St Michael’s Mount whilst you eat. Fresh eggs, local sausages and bacon… pots of tea or fresh coffee… toast with a selection of jarred jams, honey and marmalade… fresh fruit… pancakes. Don’t torture the man– he’s traveled a long way to be here! LOL!

Bub Chahal Hah! He had English tea at the Swan Hotel by the embankment but this morning he just wanted scrambled eggs.
Andrew Carr I love black pudding
Jim Brazell Don’t do it Don!
Martyn C Whitby Try the bubble and squeek
Dan Blair How long are you overseas ?
Ruth and I are in Amsterdam Thurs-Sat and then Berlin until Monday and then Prague for 5 days

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Joe Ackerman and me having a deep, metaphysical, intense discussion on, what else?

Comic books!

In the hotel lounge when the clock is heading toward midnight.

aw, mate! what a night! thank you, Don & Marsha. you made a grumpy old man very happy.
A meeting of great minds 😂
You’re a saint for putting up with him Don.
Hope he didn’t go too Cockney on you.
The legendary Don McGregor and the Mighty Joe Ackerman! Two great guys!
Joe’s comments on his Facebook page should be added to get the full picture:

look at me trying to be all cool. don’t say fuck or bugger, Joe. whatever you do, don’t say fuck or bugger.

me & Don McGregor. did I mention I met Don McGregor? that’s him there. awesome.

And on that note, we end our time in Bedford.

Next we will be in a ROOM WITH A VIEW OF THE TOWER BRIDGE AND AN UNEXPECTED SURPRISE IN THE MIDST OF LONDON WHERE WE ENCOUNTER BILLY GRAHAM WHICH WE COULD NEVER HAVE PREDICTED

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THE DWAYNE MCDUFFIE DIVERSITY AWARD SHOW and THE LONG BEACH CALIFORNIA COMIC CON

It is 1:03 am.
I am finally back where I can respond beyond an emoticon.
I have no voice left.
I fought the cold from the time I left for LA
to the presentation night for the Dwayne (Charlotte Fullerton) McDuffie Diversity Awards show.   

The cold started in my chest the day before we left for the airport.

Marsha and I were able to get on the plane on time, only to be taken off due to fog in Detroit where we had to make a connecting flight.

7 hours later  we were finally allowed back on the plane.  This meant when we finally did arrive in Detroit we had missed our connecting flight.

We did not get into LA until 3am our time, midnight LA time.

The cold had progressed so that my voice was now a rasp, that of a really old guy whose voice was threatened to silence.

And that night, I would have to speak to the audience for Dwayne McDuffie and Charlotte Fullerton.  My voice was gravel, churning in my throat.

I had decided that I would wear a Black Panther T-Shirt under my button down shirt since it was opening night for the movie.  I thought it would be a fun idea to start with a professed strip-tease and reveal the Panther underneath to the people. I hoped Charlotte wouldn’t kill me.  Fortunately, when I did it, people laughed and chapped, and I raised my arms, from what I can see, so that I looked like a revivalist minister from a Neil Diamond song.

 

Charlotte said it went over great, and I sighed relief.

But the cold persisted.

I had 3 panels to do for the Long Beach California Comic Con over the next two days.  

I had Ivan Cohen, who guided me to the panels and my table get me some DayQuil and slugged it down as the table was swarmed with people.  Somehow most of them managed to hear me over the comic con medlee of blended voices. You know the sound if you’ve been at a big con.

Over the next day and night I would meet with some of my favorite people.

Michael Davis.

Mike Mayhew.

Dwayne and Robbin and Miles Turner.

And then the next day do a 2 hour Black Panther Round-table Discussion with Ryan Coogler, Nate Moore, Joe Robert Cole, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Don McGregor, Christopher Priest.  

I woke up that morning with no voice!

Not even a whisper.

This was panic time, because if I could not speak, I could not represent not just me, not just PANTHER’S RAGE, but also Rich Buckler and Billy Graham.  

I was the last voice standing.

But the voice was still, the gravel in my throat like congealed cement.

Gradually, as the day progressed, the croaking frog voice came back.  It was going to be One Froggy Evening. Looney Tunes fans will get the reference.


That’s all for now, but I had to show-case this photo from standing up a strip-teasing the Black Panther for Dwayne McDuffie and me and the crowd. I’m glad Charlotte and the audience seemed to like it.
I get a kick out of champagne…Wait.
I mean this photo.

Don McGregor

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