Guest Post with Giveaway ~ Down to No Good by Earl Javorsky

Believability

Recently, someone who had read my first novel, Down Solo, asked me this: “How did Charlie Miner survive his own murder and how does he wind up waking up in the morgue?” To which I responded (I hope not rudely), “Whoa! How do shapeshifting demons become clowns who live in sewer drains?”

Now, nobody asks how that happens; it doesn’t require explanation (for those possibly not familiar with the reference, the film It, based on the Stephen King novel has just such a character). After all, it’s a horror movie, and we take the supernatural element for granted.

But what about a mystery that introduces a touch of the supernatural? Should the author get a pass like Stephen King does? Mystery lovers, especially those in the hardboiled or noir camps—expect an almost extreme rationality: give them grit and grime but nothing weird, please.

Now I have a sequel called Down to No Good, just released, and once again, Charlie Miner revives from his own murder, his memory impaired, and has to not only piece together what happened but also what’s up with the new set of complications his cop friend Dave Putnam brings him. What? A noir mystery with a dead guy? Give me a break.

So, selling the reader on the premise is key, and there’s only one way to do that, which is to provide a voice that is compelling enough to demand attention until the supernatural element is taken for granted, becomes commonplace, even.

But wait, it gets worse! Charlie’s condition has its drawbacks, but it confers special advantages too. He can “roam” away from his body and move around at will. Preposterous! But maybe not. Yes, I’ll lose a few readers, pragmatists, readers of Skeptic Magazine and Reason, even though one of the good guys in the book is just that, and a fraud-buster of charlatan psychics to boot. The question becomes this: Can’t one odd thing flow inevitably from another? If you accept something peculiar, and something else peculiar is its logical consequence, shouldn’t you accept that too?

My hope is that Charlie’s plight, self-narrated as he experiences it, provides interest and momentum such that the supernatural element isn’t pardoned as a matter of “suspension of disbelief” but that it is simply overlooked as irrelevant. This is a human story: Charlie’s not, as he says early in the book, “a vampire, or a zombie, or a ghost. I’m not a thousand years old, I have no superpowers, and I’ve never been a hero. What I do have is a broken life, a broken family, and so far, an inexplicable inoculation against dying.”

It’s tricky terrain for a writer. It’s also a lot of fun.

Earl Javorsky

Series: Charlie Miner (Book 2)
Publisher: Story Plant (November 7, 2017)
Genre: Mystery
ISBN-10: 1611882532
ISBN-13: 978-1611882537
ASIN: B0756YC72Y
Buy: Amazon, Kindle, IndieBound, The Book Depository

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Private investigator Charlie Miner, freshly revived from his own murder, gets a call from Homicide Detective Dave Putnam. Self-styled “psychic to the stars” Tamara Gale has given crucial information about three murders, and the brass thinks it makes the Department look bad. Dave wants Charlie to help figure out the angle, since he has first-hand experience with the inexplicable. Trouble is, Charlie, just weeks after his full-death experience, once again has severe cognitive problems and may get them both killed.

At once a riveting mystery and a completely unique character study, Down to No Good will both captivate you and work its way into your heart.

There will be 1 winner of one (1) Amazon.com Gift Card and 2 winners of one (1) eBook copy of Down Solo by Earl Javorsky. The giveaway begins on October 30 and runs through January 8, 2018.


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Daniel Earl Javorsky was born in Berlin and immigrated to the US. He has been, among other things, a delivery boy, musician, product rep in the chemical entertainment industry, university music teacher, software salesman, copy editor, proofreader, and author of two previous novels, Down Solo and Trust Me.

He is the black sheep of a family of high artistic achievers.

 

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Excerpt ~

I wake up looking down at my body, naked on a gurney at the morgue.

No.

That’s a memory.

This has happened to me before.

I was riding my bike, working a case, high as a meteorite that doesn’t yet know it’s about to crash and burn, still happily tooling along in space, at night, wrapped in a warm blanket of summer air, Jack Daniels, and a smidgen of heroin. Some creep shot me in the temple, and I woke up hovering above my own corpse.

This time is different.

Not a gurney. Not the morgue.

A bed. My body, eyes closed, on a bed. I’ve got a bird’s-eye view, hovering like a kite, still tethered, but barely, by an invisible string.

Let’s get clear on my condition. I don’t know what it is, but I know what it is not. I am not a vampire, or a zombie, or a ghost. I’m not a thousand years old, I have no superpowers, and I’ve never been a hero. What I do have is a broken life, a broken family, and, so far, an inexplicable inoculation against dying. And a daughter I would die for—or, in this case, return to life for.

The tether reels me in. I descend toward the body, a mirror image to it, my arms at my sides, my feet slightly apart. Three bullet holes in my face—and one in my gut—are going to need some repair. At contact, I am absorbed and no longer looking down at myself but looking up at the ceiling.

I stretch my fingers, curl them into fists, and stretch them again.

“Jesus holy fucking Christ!”

I know that voice.

I turn my head. It’s awkward, after the lightness of floating, to be in the body, to know its heaviness and vulnerability. There’s a man sitting in a chair next to the bed. He’s a cop, and the first thing I think is: He knows my secret. Now he really knows it. But it’s okay, because he’s also my friend and I trust him. I have to.

“Hey, Dave, how’s it going?” My voice sounds artificial—a forced process of pushing air, modulating vibrations with my vocal cords, shaping syllables with my mouth and tongue. I make my lips grin.

Dave sits there like a stuffed panda in his rumpled white shirt and cheap black sports coat. There’s blood on his clothes. It’s in his fingernails—my blood, dried and caked on his hands. His right hand is clasped around a Heineken, which he finally tilts to his mouth and drains.

I force the body up and into a sitting position, feet on the floor. I flex my fingers a few more times, roll my shoulders, and look at Dave. For a moment, I close my eyes and leave the body, just as an experiment, and roam around the room. From over Dave’s shoulder I watch it slump back into the pillows like a marionette whose strings have been cut. Dave stands and moves toward the bed, but I slip back into the body and work my mouth and tell him it’s okay.

I sit back up and ask Dave, “Why am I naked?”

“Because you were shot full of holes and clinically dead. I brought you back to my place and cleaned you up. I took off your clothes to see how many more bullets there might be in you. Your things are right over there.” He points to a chair in the corner.

“You’re taking this pretty well.”

He shrugs. “I feel like I’m in a bad movie, but hey . . .”

“I appreciate your bringing me here.”

“I knew if I called the paramedics you’d have been sliced and diced at the coroner’s.”

“How long have I been here?”

Dave looks at his watch. “It’s noon. Call it thirty-six hours.”

“What day is it? And date?”

“Wednesday. Last day in August.”

I stand and walk to the chair to get dressed. Roaming—moving freely out of the body—is easier than this, but I’ll adjust. I have before. The gorilla-suit quality of living in the body becomes commonplace, the intentional management of operating the system, beating the heart, making the blood run in the veins, the conscious act of breathing: all of it becomes second nature.

It’s almost like being alive.

***

Excerpt from Down to No Good by Earl Javorsky. Copyright © 2017 by Earl Javorsky. Reproduced with permission from The Story Plant. All rights reserved.

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  1. I read this book and the author definitely sold me on the premise!

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