Another wonderful 5 star review for The Weight of Living!!
New 5-star Goodreads review of “The Weight of Living:” “What a great read! A complex plot in a gloomy setting with characters honed to perfection. Detective Frank Nagler is one of those characters that could be real; intuitive, dedicated, but with baggage and a soft spot. My kind of guy. I’m not usually drawn into a story like I was this one. I finished the book in record time.” Thanks, Marc Cullison.
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This was so much fun to read!
The woman in the story. I don’t know. I haven’t named her yet.
How are we supposed to like her if she hasn’t got a name?
How do you know you’re supposed to like her? Maybe she’s a thief.
Is she going to be a thief?
Possibly. Maybe I want to save that detail as a surprise to the reader.
Readers don’t like surprises.
That’s a weird spelling.
No. Too Marilyn Monroe-ish.
You’ll need a male character who looks like Clark Gable.
I’m not writing a 1950s black-and-white movie.
Oh, how au currant.
Could I just write something?!
Sure. Go head. We’ll wait.
Alright. “She banged her head…”
“George banged her head on the locked front door glass when she realized she had left her…
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Wonderful news for this very deserving author! We couldn’t be happier for him!
“The Weight of Living,” the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery, has been named a Distinguished Favorite in New York City Big Book Award contest.
Thank you the New York City Big Book Award judges.
This is the fourth award in 2017-18 for this book.
The story: A young girl is found in a grocery store Dumpster on a cold March night wearing just shorts and a tank top. She does not speak to either Detective Frank Nagler, the social worker called to the scene, or later to a nun, who is an old friend of Nagler’s.
What appears to be a routine search for the girl’s family turns into a generational hell that drags Nagler into an examination of a decades old death of a another young girl, and the multi-state crime enterprise…
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It’s done. The fourth Frank Nagler Mystery, called “The Red Hand.”
It’s done as much as it can be before going through an editing process and revisions, and all the stuff that follows the suspected completion of a book.
Before I describe the book, I would like to note the real life loss of one of the popular settings in the stories, Barry’s, a restaurant in Dover, N.J.
The real Barry’s was one of numerous businesses destroyed in a terrible fire this week. The fire, apparently fueled by natural gas, destroyed a block of businesses and apartments in Dover’s historic downtown.
It’s a terrible loss, homes, jobs and futures. Agencies are working hard to help those who suffered these losses.
Barry’s was the kind of place that every downtown needs, fast, loud, filled with stories. As a newspaper reporter working in Dover for eight years, it was a place for…
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Insights into Detective Frank Nagler’s relationship with his wife Martha.
“Do you remember the first time we came here?” Martha asked as she picked another rose, this one freshly petaled, and inhaled its soft scent. Then she offered it to him, and he buried his nose in the flower before kissing her hand.
“It was seventh grade, after you played Juliet, opposite, what was his name?”
“Bennie Garza,” she smiled. “Bennie, Bennie, where for art thou, Bennie? He was always trying to tongue me when we kissed. But I had braces, and he’d jam his tongue against them. I almost laughed in the death scene.”
She threw an arm across her breasts. “I pointed at you in the front row when I said, ‘Where for art thou, Romeo.’”
“I remember. I felt there wasn’t anyone else in that auditorium but you and me.”
He leaned over to kiss her, but stopped and pulled down her lower lip. “Nope. No braces.”
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“Outside, a steady rain washed away all other sounds; just the splash of water on asphalt and cement, tapping on roof tops and drumming metal car roofs; a perfect wall behind which to hide.
We walk through this wreckage, seeking what does not exist: wholeness. This is the weight of what we are, he thought. The weight of living.
A few cabs and delivery trucks splashed through the streets left damaged by winter’s wrath. Walking again. I wish I could walk this all away. What did Del say the other day: You see how deep the poison goes, how strong is the wrong in what they doin’.”
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Local reporter Derek Mainly was assigned to cover the political campaign party of the year for federal prosecutor Cassie Blondell, but soon found himself being drawn back into the morning’s front page headline – the murder of an unassuming college professor.
We couldn’t agree more with this review of this very talented author’s work!
We writers sit our desks and bemoan what we think is an inattentive world,
and then this arrives:
Thank you, Deborah Dameika. High praise, indeed. Thank you for reading the books, and taking the time to send me your thoughts.
“I purchased a trilogy of your books at Riverwinds in West Deptford.
I loved them! Could not put them down once I started the first one!
(The Swamps of Jersey, The Weight of Living and A Game called Dead).
I know you are writing the fourth and fifth book! Can not wait to read them!
Excellent writing! It grabs your attention and holds you. You are right up there with Stephen King!
Thank you for your writing gift. I am truly looking forward to your next books.”
The Frank Nagler Mysteries:“The Swamps of Jersey” (2014) is about political corruption and murder, and I attempted to write it…
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