Had to pick this up in a used bookstore today: Death of a
Postmodernist
(1995), by Janice Steinberg. Have no idea if it's any good
(it doesn't look very noir or hardboiled, features a female
public radio reporter), but I though miker would like the
title, and the prologue:
"The Capelli Foundation for Postmodern Art was the kind of
place where, if you saw a ton of manure dumped in the
courtyard, you couldn't be sure whether to assume someone had
a gudge against them or to sneak a look around for the plaque
bearing the artist's name and the title of the work. It was a
place where the emperor could parade naked and surely people
would notice, but no one would be so provinicial as to act
shocked. 'Ah, the emperor has no clothes? How interesting.'
So it isn't as bizarre as it might sound that several hundred
people saw the dead body at the Capelli before anyone
realized it wasn't art."
Of course, Sandra Scoppettone (as Jack Early) used the same
premise over a decade earlier in A Creative Kind of Killer,
where a corpse sat in an art gallery display window.
I also picked up:
Manifesto for the Dead by Domenic Stansberry More Beer by
Jakob Arjouni (didn't know a second of his had been
translated) The Long Legged Fly by James Sallis (want to
reread the Lew Griffin series and it was easier to buy this
cheap copy than move boxes around to get to the one I already
have) Double Trouble by Prather and Marlowe
Mark
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