Paul: Why don’t you tell us a little about the book, and give us a shot at it’s name. You know…Just in case one of us has a major brainstorm

Well it may not be a Brain Storm, perhaps a breeze or light wind..It is tuff naming stuff like this.

Lost in ________( Insert City )
Ripples
Ripples on the Loose
My Rippled Run Away
Run Away
Finding ________ ( Insert girls name )

I did wiki Bear = Homophone mammal, that’s why I thought Grizzly. hehe

I generally only read very few authors. John Grisham, Nicholas Sparks, Richard Paul Evans and a couple of others. Books must be pleasant to read before bedtime. I can read 10 pages before going to sleep. So chapters need to be short. And no more than 5 or 6 characters in the book. But of course that is just me.

I do think that sex or geographic location sells before religion. Like a Girls name. I did see the cover you posted.
“Very Nice”
Good luck to you !!

So as not to use this thread anymore I’ve followed KPG’s lead and taken a blog at WordPress.  Biblical Noir opening here.

weather affected

Yeah, the programme started last night at 11 – far too late for me.
I left the TV on loudly enough for me to hear in my bedroom so that during the night I caught bitsnpieces as I woke up to role over on to my other side.
I fully awoke and got up when they were giving out the medals.
I like it that nothing went wrong for Oz.

Back to the OP.
I just looked at the TV guide for what’s on tonite.
‘What would Jesus Drive’ @ 10.17.
Mmm. Wonder what that’s about.
I wonder what he Would drive. Surely something small and cheap to run … something like this.

did you hear Oz won the final of Cricket’s World Cup?

Caught bits, but finally gave up when it looked likely SL would shortly be weather affected during the 22nd over.

‘Gospel Noir’

Yeah, that works for me, as does

I’m not arrogant, I’m right.

I’m looking forward to reading the rest of the story.

Um, did you hear Oz won the final of Cricket’s World Cup?
It’s a bit different from USian style ‘World Series’ misnomer as it really did have teams from other countries competing.

Shit bugger fuck. Sorry. Double dip. Well more of a Post Script. What I wanted to say is that the narrator doesn’t know that at the time he is witnessing one of the defining momets of modern civilisation.  As far as he is concerned, he is just arresting another trouble maker.

KPG- If I tread on your toes here please feel free to let me know.

The opinion seems to be 50% USians think religeous over tones, the rest not. Non USians- no religeous overtones, apart from being a obvious quote that is used in every day context (eg about bunions).

Given that all that can usefully be said has been said I claim the ancient right of Diverging the Thread (as agreed at Runnymead when the blog http://www.magnacarta.com was set up). 

I have started to writesaid ‘Gospel Noir’ (hey I just invented a genre, when was that last done?!)(this bit may get a bit ‘Eddie Izzard’- 2 glasses of Amaretto, just on the 3rd) and emailed bits to LJ.

Opening

You cultists, you always ask the same question. Was I there? If you mean when he died, then no, I wasn’t there.  But I saw the rest of it.

Ending

I’ve seen enough crucifixions, so no, I wasn’t there.  But I know what it would have looked like.  The nails go through the wrists, not the hands.  The bones in the hands just are not stong enough to keep a man up there.  The ones on the feet are driven in from the side of the heel, so the whole weight can rest on them.  And if you survive that long, if the shock doesn’t kill you, then you go so crazy that you shout out any old crap, like a mad man.

And now? I got my own farm, a wife and kids, and I see the rabbi once a week. What else does a man need. Hell, what more can he ask for?

The first section sets the narrator up as some sort of undercover policeman/collaborator, and possibly not the sort of person who is the ‘hero’.

Would this work? The way the first 500+ words have gone is more of a black comedy along the lines of Catch-22, rather than a Marlow pastiche, though the Dragnet parody is still bubbling under. I’m still using modern language to give that immediacy, even modern slang (‘Tango-2’ SAS speak for Target #2). 

I have a scene in my head where the Narrator (provisionally called Joseph) is questioning someone (possibly Judas) He is being aided by another- for the purposes of this post Levi- who has already been described as bald with a beard.

  Levi had him over the counter, holding his wrists and pulling them up his spine. I leant on the counter next to him, my forearms in the stale vinegary wine. “Listen Judas, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Now I’m a humanitarian, I’d prefer the easy way, and I’m quite sure you would too.  Trouble here, is that Levi likes the hard way, and he really hopes that you give him the excuse to use it”
“He’s a stupid evil bastard, arrrrg.” The last scream was because Levi had taken exception to the epithet, and applied an inch more of pressure.  I was impressed. Not every man with his wrists being forced towards his shoulder blades would have refused, let alone insulted his tormentors.
  I pulled the small leather pouch from my belt and dropped in onto the counter inches from his nose.  It made a soft ‘chink’ as it landed.  Levi took this as the signal to lessen the pressure. There were times I would have agreed with Judas’ description of him, but he knew that a man in pain tended not to negotiate honestly. 
  “How much?”
  “Thirty”
  “Gold?”
  I laughed derisively. “Silver.  Now, are we talking?”

That cover is awesome!

The line “A Nick Kellerman Mystery” gives it away to even the most hardcore of True Believer.

Okay, that’s attractive enough to make me want to pick it, turn it over and see what it’s about.