Normally, January finds me reading slabs o’ thick nonfiction. I like starting off the New Year with new thought. But…right now, my head feels rhino-stomped enough with trying to finish novel edits and orchestrate my first self-published book. As such, I am reading small things. Excellent things, but small things.

Death Note V.6 cover

Death Note, V.6 & V.7 by Tsugumi Ohba, illustrated by Takeshi Obata
And I’m like, NOOOOOOOO! Because the series is only 12 books long and I am now more than halfway through. Shinigami? Yep. Death Note(book) that when you write a name in it the person keels over? Yep. A god-complex kid killing criminals with his Death Note? Yep. A mysterious detective searching for the killer of killers? Yep. Intricately twisty mystery writing? YUP.


My Stroke of Insight book coverMy Stroke of Insight by Jill Bolte Taylor
Pop science quick read wherein a brain scientist guides you through her stroke and her recovery… If you’ve watched the TedTalk Taylor gave, you don’t need to read this. Well, the TedTalk and her interview with Oprah. It isn’t bad – it just felt like it could have been a longform article, rather than a 183 page book.


Brassai: Paris Nocturne coverBrassaï: Paris Nocturne by Sylvie Aubenas and Quenten Bajac
This book is magnificent. I checked it out at the library and threw myself at the pages repeatedly trying worm my way back in time to stand around with coy-eyed prostitutes and slouch-shouldered gangsters. Brassaï may have been called a bore by Henry Miller, but holy shit, he took some story-fodder photos.



A Band Called Death
Three brothers from Detroit played punk 2 years before it existed…then faded into obscurity for over 30 years. This documentary tells the story. The music is PHENOMENAL. The documentary starts amazetits and then fades into pretty ok.


A less-than-thorough, but still intriguing documentary on the downfall of Detroit, as seen through those that used to work in and around its defunct manufacturing plants. I thought this was going to be more about artists taking over the city, but it’s more about it’s industrial collapse.



I know. I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVEN’T SEEN THIS! So good. So GD good. Like *fap, fap* rad.

It’s 2071 and you’re on the Bebop, a starship of bounty hunters. Spike is a mod-suited, lithe heartthrob with a sketchy past. Jet is an ex-cop with his own secrets. Faye Valentine can find anyone or steal anything, but usually ends up tied up. Ed wears pumpkins on her head and can hack any network, as long as Ein – the ship’s data dog – is there to help. Plus there is diversity in gender and POC everywhere. I KNOW! I KNOW! SO FUN!

It makes me want to write noir, sci-fi, spaghetti westerns.



I listen to a ton of music! Follow me on Spotify. There’s everything from Cock Sparrer to Cab Calloway going on over there.

This week has been full of:

Long Cold Winter by The Calamity CubesThe Calamity CubesLong Cold Winter
A three-piece from Kansas that sing on dying, drinking and could-have-beens.

Definitely this song. AND! Here is a epic profile my pal Jody wrote on the Cubes.


No Salvation by The Devil's CutThe Devil’s CutNo Salvation
This is a swell buncha fellas! Their new album dropped YESTERDAY. 7 bucks, people, get on it. Outta Lansing, Michigan, The Devil’s Cut embody hard work, hard times and getting through with your friends by your side.

Loving this song.


Hadestown by Anais MitchellAnais MitchellHadestown
The first time I heard this album, I was in a candlelit puppypile with C.S.E. Cooney in her aerie. Hella bliss. Mellow spots, yes, but the wicked is in there, too. A folk opera based on the myth of Orpheus going to Hades to save Eurydice with a 1930s, Depression-era jive – oh, hell yeah.

Love. This. Song.