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Doc Holiday

Created by Kirk Alex

You’ve heard the expression “too on the nose”?

Like, when some writer thinks he’s being clever, offering a simple hint or allusion to something, a shout-out meant to be subtle or disguised, but in fact is about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face?

This series may qualify.

Naming your private detective EDGAR “DOC” HOLIDAY, an obvious shout-out to infamous gunslinger Doc Halliday, is just the start. Because… the book’s titles suggest that they’re all holiday-themed!

Which they aren’t.

Get it?

Just in case you don’t, though, he tosses some alliteration into the titles: Hush Hush HolidayHubba Hubba HolidayHollow Point Holiday and Hard Noir Holiday.

Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

In fact, there’s nothing subtle here.

Doc himself is straight outta central casting, a hard-boiled Hollywood dick whose “veins pump pulp,” according to the over-the-top, paid-for review in  Publisher’s Weekly Booklife (included in full below, because you’ve just got to read it) for Hard Noir Holiday, which gushes that “the novel’s long, demandingly so, and sometimes proudly over the top, the grim developments penned with a sense of play but still taken seriously.” 

WTF?

I’m not sure if the author wrote it himself, or if he has a relative on PW’s staff. Although, given some of the dubious, sub-literate reviews (not all of them negative) he received on his Amazon pages, his decision to to take matters into his own hands may be understandable.

The writing? Each book clocks in at a hefty 500 or so pages, with Hubba Hubba tapping out at a whopping 658 pages (and 210 chapters!), leaving no trope untouched or random thought unexplored. The troubled ex-lover, the corrupt cops, the sleazy dames, the obligatory drug cartels, the assorted mobsters, the bleak philosophical scenery-chewing—it’s all here, along with enough narrative detours to clog your GPS. Meanwhile, the chopped-up, staccato of spat-out, incomplete sentences and gratuitous coarse language just grinds on and on–I guess we should all be grateful the books aren’t narrated in first person. Third person’s bad enough.

The books are also, of course, jammed full of a little pseudo-Spillane sex and a lot of pseudo-Spillane violence, with Doc tripping over numerous dead people in the course of his “investigations”—and not shy about adding to the body count himself. When he’s not musing about literature, the authenticity of various women’s breasts, or some other profound topic.

Nor is the author shy about ending the books on cliffhangers, because—after five or six hundred page pages–that’s the sure-fire way to get readers to buy the next installment, right?

I dunno. This kind of hard-sell may work, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. The blatant shilling and sheer obviousness just sets my teeth on edge. The four books, some of which seem to have been written (and possibly originally published) as far back as the eighties (Doc goes to a lot of places that simply aren’t there anymore), were regurgitated, possibly re-written and re-tooled and all dumped on the market in one single week in February 2022. With matching covers that have all the cookie-cutter pizzazz of a cut-rate supermarket flyer.

But if you’re looking for some basic, down-and-dirty pulp with a little heft to it, a sort of Race Williams for the New Age…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kirk Alex’s work has appeared on the internet, while his horror novel Lustmord: Anatomy of a Serial Butcher was a finalist in the Kindle Book Review’s Best Book Awards of 2014. He is also the multi-volume Chance “Cash” Register  series, and several volumes of free verse. Oh, and he thinks Raymond Chandler is “over-rated,” and Doc thinks “Philip Marlow” is “a thoroughly insufferable fraud.”

Go to the mirror, boy.

UNDER OATH

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Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.

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