Hank Thompson's story continues with more desperate people. Mexico, Las Vegas. Bad choices. Dire consequences. Some of it is very funny. The second book he wrote.
The end of the Hank Thompson Trilogy. Back to New York for Hank. Where it all began. The fourth book he wrote. He liked to break people's hearts a little because that's what he liked at the end of a book. Not a spoiler, but you get the idea. Still, some of it is really funny.
Guy stumbles into being a crime scene cleaner and gets in the middle of murder, human trafficking, and a turf war. Also his family is a mess and he gets a chance to clean that up, too. More funny than sad. Maybe the sixth or seventh book he wrote? He made a pilot for HBO with Mahershala Ali and Ben Whishaw and Clayne Crawford, and Alan Ball. How nuts is that?
An undercover cop tries to expose a global conspiracy in the middle of a plague of sleeplessness that may signal the end of human civilization. The eleventh book he wrote. Not as big a bummer as it sounds.
Agoraphobic disaster roboticist teams up with mercenary who was raised in a Skinner box so they can find out who disrupted the US energy grid and might be plotting to detonate a nuclear bomb in Mumbai. The twelfth book he wrote. An international thriller filtered through Joan Didion and Don Delillo. You probably already know if it's your kind of thing right there.
The first of the five Joe Pitt Casebooks. Let's not mess around. Contemporary vampire noir. Hardboiled, hyper bloody, melancholy fun. This was the third book he wrote. Over the top entertainment. Not for the squeamish, maybe. This is the South Korean cover, by the way.
Third Joe Pitt. Vampires! Blood! Crime! Brooklyn! A clan of vampire freaks on Coney Island. It's like that. Seventh or eighth book he wrote? It gets blurry because he alternated writing these with writing stand alone novels. Busy few years there.
The fourth Joe Pitt book. These are serialized, by the way. You can read them in any order and figure it out, but it is a single five volume storyline. This was the eighth or ninth book he wrote. Maybe the last one he started and finished while living in New York. Strange days living and writing in an apartment with an elementary school playground outside the window. He learned a lot about writing with distractions. A new kind of self-discipline.
The fifth and final Joe Pitt book. The five book story is really about a selfish guy full of self-loathing learning how to give a shit about himself and other people. And he's a vampire detective. Everything goes haywire in this one. It was the tenth book he wrote. Hard to write about New York from California, but he figured it out. Later, he wrote a tv pilot that hasn't been made. It's very good.