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Black Lens: Part XXVIII

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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                                                       ‘Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, the only eternal certainty is oblivion.’

Mark Twain.

 

Cooper, the Texas Ranger, was en route to intervene with the New York ex-cop.

In one of those coincidences, that not even a cozy writer could venture, he was about to cross High Street Kensington , his shit kicker boots resounding on the pavement when a wiry guy crashed into him.

About forty, with a long battered leather jacket, faded jeans, he stopped, said

‘Hey cunt, watch where you’re fooking going.’

Cooper was so surprised he laughed and the guy snarled

‘Funny is it, yah bollix, I’ll put that smile on the other side of yer ugly mug.’

Yah believe it.

A, NY encounter in old blighty.

Cooper shrugged and the guy moved on, muttered

‘Better watch yer step yah shite head.’

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Black Lens: Part XXVII

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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‘YOU HAVE A LOT OF SCARS, SON,’ SHE SAYS, HER ANCIENT BRIGHT EYES SCANNING MY FLESH.

‘MA’AM’, I TELL HER, ‘ I RODE A FRISKY HORSE THROUGH LIFE AND I RODE HARD. SOMETIMES I DIDN’T HOLD ON TO THE SADDLE HORN AND MY FEET WEREN’T EVEN IN THE STIRRUPS. SOMETIMES I FELL OFF, BUT EACH TIME I PULLED MYSELF UP, CLIMBED BACK ON AND RODE AGAIN. THE SCARS ARE MY MEMORIES.’

‘THE RIVER LESS RUN.’

TIM MC LAURIN.

How the Wolf knew Jimmy Page is worthy of a whole serendipitous tome. The infamous Led Zep manager, would –be thug-bruiser-coke –walking blitzkrieg, was related to one of the Wolf’s wives.

Page was still part time living in The great Beast’s lair, Aleaister Crowley’s rapidly crumbling home.

The Wolf, adrenalized on the coming Ransom gig, literally turned up on Jimmy’s doorstep. The Zep front man was still in thrall to all kinds of alchemy and the Wolf had brought along a new kid on the block, no less a 1st edition of

‘Spell’s.’

By

Rob. Beausoleil.

A surfer dude out of Oakland, claiming to be the Ransom insider’s son. Continue reading “Black Lens: Part XXVII”

Black Lens: Part XXVI

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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Read Part 1, Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11,Part 12, Part 13Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19 Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23 Part 24 and Part 25.

Big hunkering black dude, in his cell, going

‘I’m going to eat your porridge in the morning.

Fuck asshole, welcome to it.

Unless

Jesus, it was like code for a train

Thru his

Stop.

And then, bingo, he released.

No charge, a caution to behave his own self in future.

Came out those Dicken-sian gates, got to hand it to the UK, they did real prisons.

And a BMW idling on the kerb.

For him?

Allelluia.

The Brits had given him bus fare.

Holy fucking tomatoes, who rode buses save in Compton and even then the Boyz put 100 caps in it just to get the day kicked off.

The car door opened and he heard

‘Get yer ass in gear.’

It sounded like good news, right?

The driver was rent- a –thug.

Silent

Big ( very)

Morose ( came with the script)

And Benedict, looking resplendent in an Armani Suit, Beckham shades ( Like some gobshite actually paid hard bucks for this con?)

Rhatigan slid in and tried to look contrite as he settled in beside Benedict. Thought

‘No shit, looks like a wet bar?’

Dare he?

Dare fucking not if the look from Benedict was  a clue.

The jail mobile moved into drive and they were out of there. Rhatigan tried to begin and was shushed with a wave.

Benedict said

‘You are going to be huge.’

No shit, really, he

Asked

‘No shit, really?’

Benedict gave the snarl/smile, said

‘We’ve reserved the Penthouse for you at the Waldorf premiere Leicester Square.’

He checked his Rolex, added

‘If Jake, Glydnhall to you, has checked out.’

Rhatigan was in overdrive, his mind going

‘Fuck, holy fuck, Jake!’

Benedict asked

‘How much do you know about Ransom?’

He answered

‘Like in a kidnap?’

Benedict whipped off his crap shades, said

‘No, like in infamous movie star killer.’

They were gliding into Leicester Square and a band of Paparazzi were in a feeding frenzy outside the hotel. Benedict said

‘Welcome to fame.’

Ken Bruen has been a finalist for the Edgar and Anthony Awards, and has won a Macavity Award, a Barry Award, and two Shamus Awards for the Jack Taylor series. He lives in Galway, Ireland. Learn more at KenBruen.com.

Russell Ackerman is Guillermo del Toro’s Development Executive. He is currently working on the film MAMA to be directed by Andy Muschietti, DROOD based on Dan Simmons’ novel of the same name, adapted by Brian Helgeland, and MIDNIGHT DELIVERY written by Neil Cross, all set up at Universal Pictures. He lives in Los Angeles.

Black Lens: Part XXV

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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AS A CHRISTIAN, YOU’LL APPRECIATE THE CONCEPT OF BETRAYAL.

FROM

‘BLACK DEATH’

 

Romanski, standing in his study, staring out the large window, a gilt engraved invitation at his feet.

The prestigious German Film Academy wished him to attend a special screening of maybe his most accomplished movie. The Composer.

He relished the iron control he’d wielded then.

Phew oh.

Forbidding even the money guys from visiting the set. He told them basically nothing to such an extent they began to dub him, God.

The most difficult action he’d succeeded in, having the actors walk pass the bodies of children and never to even notice.

It was suggested by a psychologist that he was trying to explain to the world, how it’s possible to become de-sensitized.

He then confounded everyone by doing the shoot in Poland.

Continue reading “Black Lens: Part XXV”

Black Lens: Part XXIV

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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The Killings.

 

The Black lens, mercilessly, begins with a wide shot.

The pregnant actress, on her knee’s, pleading to the tall one

‘Spare the baby.’

His first lunge goes through her left breast

Screams

Stabs

Aorta

Death rattle

Not quite.

The coven of women/girls, in the background

Chanting

Kill, kill, kill the pigs,

helter fucking havoc skelter

Beelzebub slipped into the room, urging his acid assassin,

Her tiny head cocked, listening to the whisper of the beast

Mutilate,

The lens zooming in as she licks blood from the blade,

The song

‘Ain’t

No

Stopping

Us

Now.’

Continue reading “Black Lens: Part XXIV”

No Rest for the Dead

Four years ago, I was having drinks with my friends Les Pockell and Susan Richman in a Greek restaurant, chosen more for its proximity to Grand Central station than for the food. I told Les and Susan about a project I had started working on, an anthology with several best-selling writers, and how my share of the royalties would go to cancer research since both my parents had died of that disease.

Les finished paying and slid his credit card back into his wallet. I could almost hear the gears turning. “If you want sales, Andrew,” he said, “turn this into a novel in chapters. I read one when I was a kid and it had a huge impact on me.” Then he walked off, raincoat in hand, to take the train home to Brooklyn.

Two years later, Les’s life was taken by cancer, which strengthened my resolve to make sure the serial novel was a best-seller. I must admit, however, that while working on this project, my sister and I have at times both shaken our fists at the heavens in frustration.

The first three writers I contacted were Tess Gerritsen, Jonathan Santlofer, and John Lescroart. Touched by the inspiration for the book, and without even asking if money were involved, they all signed on to contribute.

You’ll see my name listed as the author of the prologue, but I never wanted to contribute to the book. I suspected my rather unknown name would look odd alongside the likes of Alexander McCall Smith, Sandra Brown, and Jeffery Deaver. But when it came time for John Lescroart to write the first chapter, he very forthrightly suggested I come up with something. I’d had an idea to write a novel about a woman convicted of—and executed for—murdering her husband and tossing his body in an iron maiden. All sorts of themes were in my mind for that novel: capital punishment, revenge, alcoholism, and how past sins never seem to die. So I wrote a prologue and handed it off. My ego received a huge boost when John and the other writers were happy with my work. Best of all, John began taking my characters and giving them lives of their own. Who could ask for more?

Continue reading “No Rest for the Dead”

Black Lens: Part XXIII

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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THE ANGELS WILL NOT CARE

JOHN STRALEY.

 

 

The final arrangements for The Wolf were coming into place.

They even had a rehearsal, yah fooking believe it?

Right down to a cell resembling Ransom’s and some lame dead ass actor playing him.

Went through the motions, The Wolf doing the gig with the psycho and he had to admit, the actor was good, didn’t look like the killer but sure had his moves and the megalomania, and what do you know, The Wolf got into it, began to get the rush.

His cameraman behind him, a silent Scot, and got one of those who didn’t have verbal rabies, you thanked some Celtic God.

Winding down, the Final Act, The Wolf moves to the camera, bends down and takes the blade from the side, turns to Ransom and in one fluid movement ( yeah, they were sure counting on that fluidity) guts the piece of shit.

The Wolf got so into it Benedict had to pull him off, saying drily

‘Save the goddamn method for the real deal.’

The Wolf was breathing heavily, his heart doing its own River dance, he gasped

‘Romanski, he knows, right, I mean he appreciates what it is we’re putting on the line here?’

Benedict gave him a long appraising stare, then uttered, real slow

N

T

K.

The Wolf didn’t like being condescended to and especially by this pumped up faggot, he snarled

‘The fuck does that mean?’

Was the gobshite smiling?

Explaining

‘Need

To

Know.’

The Wolf thought

‘You need you know just one thing as swipe, I don’t forget.. ever.’

The actor glared at him and enough, The wolf asked

‘Yeah, you got a problem?’

No, least not any more.

 

 

It was only when the Wolf got back to the new apartment they’d provided, in The East Village, that he realized, in his frenzy, with the sheer rush of the enactment, that

..that

He’d never asked about the escape?

Fuck.

Unless..

No.

They wouldn’t.

Would they?

He grabbed his cell, time to take out some insurance.

 

Ken Bruen has been a finalist for the Edgar and Anthony Awards, and has won a Macavity Award, a Barry Award, and two Shamus Awards for the Jack Taylor series. He lives in Galway, Ireland. Learn more at KenBruen.com.

Russell Ackerman is Guillermo del Toro’s Development Executive. He is currently working on the film MAMA to be directed by Andy Muschietti, DROOD based on Dan Simmons’ novel of the same name, adapted by Brian Helgeland, and MIDNIGHT DELIVERY written by Neil Cross, all set up at Universal Pictures. He lives in Los Angeles.

Black Lens: Part XXII

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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‘THE REVIEW OF ‘Jess’ by PAULINE KAEL
………………………….A WILFULLY MACABRE PARTIAL RETELLING OF REAL LIFE EVENTS, WITH
IT’S
SELF PITYING
LEADING MAN
AND DEFILED HEROINE.
YOU’D HAVE THOUGHT ROMANSKI WOULD HAVE HAD THE DECENCY TO DO A WAR FILM OF SOMETHING.’

On the grisly murder of his wife and friends, Romanski commented to an interviewer

……could be some kind of witchcraft, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were the target, the police like to jump too hastily on the drug thing.’

 

‘SEASON OF THE WITCH.’

Cromwell was currently holed up in an exclusive area of Athens, Kolonaki,

a small neighborhood where ostentatious displays of wealth had yet to be outlawed.

The boutique hotel, Kronos, known to but a handful of seriously rich fucks.

Not a drachma away from The British Council, and close to the best Kavala shop in Europe.

And of course, Cromwell had the best apartment, with a roof garden, looking out over the most polluted city in Europe, a solid grey/blue cloud of smog hanging over the doomed Acropolis.

Cromwell, on the roof garden, was waiting on Benedict and the cluster fuck report of the actor being held in London. Sipping a well watered Ouzo, he sighed.

5 years tops.

Yeah, the length of leadership of The cabal. Then you retired, voluntarily for a smug position with The World Bank.

Six years, he’d hung on and knew, he was way past his sell by date. The gig was, as it had been since the time of The Crusader’s, when The Cabal first got organized, lead for five, step down.

And already in the wings, was his successor, plus,

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck.

A mole.

Infiltrator.

Continue reading “Black Lens: Part XXII”

Black Lens: Part XXI

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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‘THE FUHRER SPOKE IMPERSONALLY OF HIS SUICIDE, DUE SOON, AS IF IT WERE THE ONLY CHOICE.WE KEPT SEEING OUR OWN DEATHS BEFORE OUR EYES AS WELL AS HIS.

………………………WE WERE

..GETTING USED

TO

THE IDEA.’

TRAUDL JUNGE, HITLERS SECRETARY.

 

 

 

 

The Wolf was good to go. The Cabal has insisted on a new regime, a regime of

Torture.

A commando style course of exercises, coupled with endless practices as a TV reporter. He looked in the mirror, a slim, cool looking dude gazed back.

Over and over, Benedict, Cromwell’s gofer, had put him through his paces, explaining a hundred times how the camera contained the weapon yet would pass all the detector tests.

And

How it would

Go down

This part made the Wolf’s mouth go dry.

Continue reading “Black Lens: Part XXI”

Black Lens: Part XX

Story by Ken Bruen and Russell Ackerman

Ken Bruen is one of the most celebrated crime novelists of our time.

Black Lens is his most secret project.

Read on as the unveiling continues.

Every Wednesday on Mulholland Books.

With art by Jonathan Santlofer.

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LOOK

BACK

IN

ANGER.

 

The cover of Sergeant Pepper’s,

If viewed under the light of the black lens, see Aleister Crowley, the so called,

Great Beast.

Crowley died in a modest guesthouse, in Hastings, a rundown resort, his deportation from Italy ringing in his ears.

That year, saw the birth of anger.

Kenneth Anger.

Who would eventually become the key lynchpin of the Satanist’s in the Sixties. If nothing else, this man was responsible for the merging of pop music and film.

He used Blue Velvet in ‘ Scorpio Rising’

Before meeting the Cabal Anger would dally with

Edith Piaf

Fellini

Genet

Coco Chanel.

When Jimmy Scott finally tracked him down, he carried a copy of

‘Hollywood Babylon’.

Not a writer on the planet is going to ignore you if

If

You have a copy of the loser’s book.

Continue reading “Black Lens: Part XX”

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