CrimeReads, included in "New Orleans: The Crime Fiction of Carnival"
"[An] irresistible sequel to Smith's New Orleans Noir....Anyone who knows New Orleans even slightly will relish revisiting the city in story after story. For anyone who has never been to New Orleans, this is a great introduction to its neighborhoods and history."
Publishers Weekly, Starred review
"Ten years after the publication of the original New Orleans Noir, Akashic's 'Noir' series returns with a follow-up....Each entry is strong, but the collection is worth reading alone for Poppy Z. Brite's 'Mussolini and the Axeman's Jazz,' a delirious and brutal ghost story....Strongly recommended for fans of the Akashic anthologies and Hard Case Crime mysteries and lovers of New Orleans fiction. Devotees of Southern gothic fiction (e.g., the works of Flannery O'Connor and Tom Franklin.) will also find much to enjoy."
Library Journal, Starred review
"Smith, who edited Akashic's original New Orleans Noir (2007), goes back for a second trip to the Big Easy."
"A riveting read."
Back to Books
"Eighteen diverse stories...capture the feeling of this fascinating city. New Orleans Noir: The Classics embraces the city's rich literature and spans two centuries, from the pre-Civil War era to post-Katrina."
"This anthology really has the feel of New Orleans....I enjoyed this batch of stories. Good ones all the way through. Give it a try."
Journey of a Bookseller
Akashic Books continues its award-winning series of original noir anthologies, launched in 2004 with Brooklyn Noir. Each volume comprises stories set in a distinct neighborhood or location within the respective city.
Classic reprints from: James Lee Burke, Armand Lanusse, Grace King, Kate Chopin, O. Henry, Eudora Welty, Tennessee Williams, Shirley Ann Grau, John William Corrington, Tom Dent, Ellen Gilchrist, Valerie Martin, O'Neil De Noux, John Biguenet, Poppy Z. Brite, Nevada Barr, Ace Atkins, and Maurice Carlos Ruffin.
From the introduction by Julie Smith:
"A glittering constellation of writers has passed through New Orleansincluding Mark Twain, Sherwood Anderson, O. Henry, and even Walt Whitman, to name some of the not-so-usual suspects. Then there are the ones whose sojourns here are better known, the ones on whom we pride ourselves, such as Tennessee Williams, William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, Ellen Gilchrist, and James Lee Burke.
It was an anthologist's feastjust about everybody who came to New Orleans wrote about it. But there were surprises as well...
If you're from New Orleans, the neighborhood theme will resonate like Tibetan temple bells. And yet, surely every city has similar hoods, similar behavior patterns, similar travailsand has had them forever. 'Indeed,' wrote Voltaire, 'history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes.'"
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The Many Ways It Can All Go Away
Just after Hurricane Katrina, when New Orleans was at its most noir moment (and so were we all), I was invited by Akashic Books to put together a volume of original stories for the first New Orleans Noir. It perfectly suited all our moods down here, which might account for the extremely high quality of the stories the authors produced. The collection has remained so popular that, almost ten years later, we're coming back for The Classics, reprinted stories by some of the finest writers who ever walked the rough-and-tumble streets of the City that Care Forgot — a pretty funny sobriquet when you consider what they wrote.
Listen to a character herein: "He had it made. Then it all went away ... it always goes away. If you know anything, you know that." So wrote John William Corrington in "Pleadings," one of the stories collected herein. It's one of my favorite quotes about the noir tradition. Maybe it doesn't apply to everyone in a noir tale, or even always to the protagonist, but you can bet it perfectly describes someone's fate.
With one exception, each of these stories reflects that scenario in some way or other — in every case there's a terrible loss, sometimes an unbearable loss. Much like in our lives. Most of us, I hope, will deal with our losses in less murderous, self-destructive, and downright horrific ways, but stories like this, even as they make us wince, let us identify with others who've been there.
Sometimes you can practically feel the author's own losses, his or her own desires for revenge or oblivion. And what a magnificent array of authors to choose from! It was a thrill to stroll through two centuries of stories written in a city as rich as delta dirt in literary tradition.
A glittering constellation of writers has passed through New Orleans — including Mark Twain, Sherwood Anderson, O. Henry, and even Walt Whitman, to name some of the not-so-usual suspects. Then there are the ones whose sojourns here are better known, the ones on whom we pride ourselves, such as Tennessee Williams, William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, Ellen Gilchrist, and James Lee Burke.
It was an anthologist's feast — just about everybody who came to New Orleans wrote about it. But there were surprises as well.
Here's what became apparent almost immediately: our well-known fascination with death and funerals and cemeteries and the dark side in general, coupled with our unfortunate notoriety for being Murder Central, hasn't produced a lot of crime stories. So in many cases I've had to content myself with the dark and brooding. You don't mind, do you? It's very dark and brooding.
But considering the detective story as we know it now wasn't even invented till 1841, nineteenth-century writers in New Orleans probably transferred more than their share of dark thoughts to paper. I noticed right away that many of our early authors were concerned with race and injustice. That's no surprise, since race is always on our minds here and most of our neighborhoods are either mixed or cheek-by-jowl. Creole, that early word for mixed Spanish or French heritage, now means almost exclusively African American and white.
Many of our nineteenth-century writers were concerned specifically with injustice against people of color, yet most of them, at first glance, were white. My guess is this doesn't mean black people weren't writing, just that they didn't find easy avenues to publication. One who did was Armand Lanusse, a well-off and well-educated free man of color who published the first collection of poetry by African Americans in the United States. He was a member of a literary group of men of similar background called Les Cenelles, which was also the name of the collection.
The story of his I've included is about plaçage, possibly nineteenth-century Louisiana's most fascinating social custom. It was a contract much like marriage, but always between a white man and a Creole woman. Here's how it was different from conventional marriage: the man was usually also married to someone else! (Invariably someone white.) Though it no doubt had advantages for some women — the men were often required to buy them houses and educate their children — Lanusse took a dim view. You could even say a noir view.
Grace King, far from being an advocate for African Americans, started writing to rebut the work of George Washington Cable, whose sympathy toward black people she considered objectionable. Given that, it's hard to know how to interpret "The Little Convent Girl." But I'd forgotten her opinions when I read the story, which moved me in a way that may have been different from the way King intended. Rather than try to deconstruct it, I'm going to take the view that there's more than one truth in a strong tale.
Kate Chopin was a writer famed for her early feminist novel The Awakening, from which the first section of this anthology takes its name. In "The Story of an Hour" she writes again about the female role of the time. This one, like many of Chopin's stories, is set on a "plantation," and several nineteenth-century New Orleans neighborhoods were made up of plantations. A distinguished literature professor I consulted informs me that the setting for this one couldn't be New Orleans, but I'm going off the reservation here — I think it could be. This plantation sounds exactly like the setting of another Chopin story called "Bayou St. John." Therefore, I deduce and decree (for purposes of this anthology) that Bayou St. John is the neighborhood where this tale takes place.
William Sidney Porter (a.k.a. O. Henry) fled to New Orleans in 1896 to avoid trial for embezzlement and ended up setting five stories here. Although his writing career was well along at the time, "Whistling Dick's Christmas Stocking," written in prison, was the first story he published under his famous pseudonym. This is the one story in the collection that has a happy ending, but Porter's fascination with crime, hoboes, and the down-and-out surely qualifies it as semi-noir, at least!
The middle twentieth century produced more iconic writers with, luckily for the reader, some very creepy perspectives. "Desire and the Black Masseur," by Tennessee Williams, and Eudora Welty's "The Purple Hat" may not be so much noir as gothic, but they both evoke that wonderfully unsettling feeling you get from a good story that freaks you out partly because you know the writer had something in mind that you don't quite understand, and that you'll never understand. So your half-delicious nightmares can just go on and on as you think of endless possible interpretations. Both stories are about sex and violence, said the critics, and that seems obvious enough. The critics said quite a bit more, but I think noir readers may just prefer to know they'll give you a good case of the shivers.
In Shirley Ann Grau's "Miss Yellow Eyes," "all roads lead to despair," wrote one critic. There's no crime in it, but if noir is about a life — or a predicament — in which everything's gone to hell and there's no way out, "Miss Yellow Eyes" is the genuine article. "Ritual Murder," a short play about so-called senseless murder by Tom Dent, an African American poet revered in these parts, is as true today as it was when it was written thirty-eight years ago. (It really ought to be taught in schools.)
With John William Corrington's lawyer story, "Pleadings," we start to get more into the contemporary noir mode. Though originally published in a literary magazine, this is possibly the most bruising yarn in the collection, brutally hyperrealistic, so full of human pain and suffering it'll make you want to pull the covers over your head.
I organized the anthology chronologically because I thought it was fascinating to see how ways of talking about violence, brutality, despair, and injustice have evolved over nearly two centuries. It has always been curious to me that New Orleans, with all its mystery and crime, has produced so few detective series. John Dickson Carr once set a trilogy here. But other than that, if there were any at all before Chris Wiltz introduced her Neal Rafferty series in 1981, I can find no record of it. Wiltz was first, but then came a small deluge, including John and Joyce Corrington, O'Neil De Noux, Ace Atkins, James Colbert, Barbara Colley, J.M. Redmann, Barbara Hambly, James Sallis, Tony Fennelly, Greg Herren, Robert Skinner, D.J. Donaldson, David Fulmer, Dick Lochte, Tony Dunbar, me, and, a few years later, Bill Loehfelm. There was also, of course, James Lee Burke, but he is sui generis, partly because he's a titan and partly because, aside from The Neon Rain, he really writes about Southwest Louisiana, with the occasional New Orleans chapter included — to which we cling desperately! (Disclaimer here: I'm not counting any series set outside Orleans Parish, like Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series, nor am I counting exclusively self-published series.)
I mention all this to put fictional Big Easy crime in perspective. Of the distinguished group above, I'm lucky to have found excellent stories by Burke, De Noux, and Atkins, and I've unearthed a few other goodies as well. Ellen Gilchrist's "Rich" has become a modern classic. Poppy Z. Brite came up with a historical — and slightly supernatural — angle in "Mussolini and the Axeman's Jazz." In the tiny but poignant "Rose," John Biguenet delves into the devastating psychological effects of a crime. Valerie Martin in "Spats," and Nevada Barr in "GDMFSOB," explore similar themes of love gone wrong. (Incidentally, though Barr is a favorite hometown writer to many — since her Anna Pigeon series takes place in a different national park each time — her home base is New Orleans.)
No contemporary New Orleans anthology is complete without a Hurricane Katrina story, since that's our reality now, our way of reckoning with time and measuring our reclaimed lives, much the same way 9/11 remains a reality for most New Yorkers. Like the Holocaust, it's not something we want to forget, no matter how painful the memory. James Lee Burke's "Jesus Out to Sea" manages both to evoke that terrible time and the whole world of beauty (and crime) that preceded it.
Last is the tragic tale of a fourteen-year-old already in enough trouble to have an ankle bracelet. It's by Maurice Carlos Ruffin, a stunning new writer who's been making waves around his hometown ever since he turned up in James Nolan's fabled writing class a few years ago. Baby, as the kid in the story is called, is a product of his neighborhood — and isn't that what this book's all about?
If you're from New Orleans, the neighborhood theme will resonate like Tibetan temple bells. And yet, surely every city has similar hoods, similar behavior patterns, similar travails — and has had them forever. "Indeed," wrote Voltaire, "history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes."
Julie Smith New Orleans, LA January 2016(Continues…)
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Table of ContentsTable of Contents
Part I: The Awakening
“A Marriage of Conscience” by Armand Lanusse (St. Louis Cathedral, 1843)
“The Little Convent Girl” by Grace King (The River, 1893)
“The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin (Bayou St. John, 1894)
“Whistling Dick’s Christmas Stocking” by O. Henry (French Quarter, 1899)
Part II: Sweet Bird of Youth
“The Purple Hat” by Eudora Welty (Upper Quarter, 1941)
“Desire and the Black Masseur” by Tennessee Williams (Tremé, 1948)
“Miss Yellow Eyes” by Shirley Ann Grau (Pigeon Town, 1955)
“Pleadings” by John William Corrington (Uptown, 1976)
“Ritual Murder” by Tom Dent (Courthouse, 1978)
Part III: The Thanatos Syndrome
“Rich” by Ellen Gilchrist (Garden District, 1978)
“Spats” by Valerie Martin (New Orleans East, 1988)
“The Man with Moon Hands” by O’Neil De Noux (Tchoupitoulas and Jackson, 1993)
“Rose” by John Biguenet (Gentilly, 1999)
“Mussolini and the Axeman’s Jazz” by Poppy Z. Brite (Basin Street, 1995)
“GDMFSOB” by Nevada Barr (Versailles Boulevard, 2006)
“Jesus Out to Sea” by James Lee Burke (Ninth Ward, 2006)
“Last Fair Deal Gone Down” by Ace Atkins (Warehouse District, 2010)
“Pie Man” by Maurice Carlos Ruffin (Central City, 2012)