"...all the slam-bang anyone might want."
Maybe they don t write em like they used to, but Ollerman does. --Bill Crider
"A moody novel with sullen authority. A quality read but not a light one."
"... [Ollerman] joins the ranks of notable noir authors himself."
Okay, long time, no update. It's coming into spring, 2019, and I've got a long list of projects but also a long list of issues that have put the brakes on to some degree. They started with a nasty virus that shut me down for a long time and was followed with not one but two catastrophic car crashes. Those happened within 36 hours, damaged the inside and outside of my head, and apparently will take some time to fully get back to normal. In the meantime, um, ow. And I need a new car.
I am going to update the calendar right now with a workshop I'm presenting on "Writing Short Stories" at the Maryland Writers Confernce at the end of March, and appearances at Malice Domestic, ThrillerFest, Key West Mystery Fest, the Public Safety Writers Conference in Las Vegas, and the 50th Anniversary Boucercon in Dallas.
I'm also editing the Bouchercon anthology this year, so while there have been conflicting bits of news about whether there was even going to be one, we had plans for one going back to last fall, so take that for what it's worth.
Anyway, you all better be doing than I am.
Ollerman handles this substantial material swimmingly, telling a strong, tough, compelling and original crime yarn that locks your lapels in its fingers before your eyes get to the bottom of page one. Taut storytelling, lean and mean prose, rich characterization and cutting suspense combine to deliver a sucker punch as full of hard knuckles as anything the godfathers of noir wrote. Stack this one on the top shelf next to the other big boys. The pantheon grows. Thompson, Chandler, Hammett, Cain, Collins … and Ollerman. -Noir Journal
Here's a video shot at 2016's C3 conference. I haven't been brave enough to watch it myself. I'm still afraid of Polaroids.