By Neal Pollack (ed.)
“Chicago Noir is a valid inheritor to the noble literary culture of the best urban in the United States. Nelson Algren and James Farrell will be proud.” —Stephen Elliott, writer of chuffed Baby“If ever a urban used to be made to be the house of noir, it’s Chicago. those writers pass instantly to Chicago’s noir heart.” —Aleksandar Hemon, writer of Nowhere ManBrand new tales via: Neal Pollack, Achy Obejas, Alexai Galaviz-Budziszewski, Adam Langer, Joe Meno, Peter Orner, Kevin Guilfoile, Bayo Ojikutu, Jeff Allen, Luciano Guerriero, Claire Zulkey, Andrew Ervin, M.K. Meyers, Todd Dills, C.J. Sullivan, Daniel Buckman, Amy Sayre-Roberts, and Jim Arndorfer.The urban of Chicago has spent a lot money and time over the past decade advertising and marketing itself as a tourist-friendly position for the full family members. it has got a sparkly new Millennium Park, a spaceship in the midst of Soldier box, and millions of exact faux-brick residence structures that appear to spring from the floor in a single day. Chicago's rough-and-tumble tough-guy acceptance has been changed by way of a postcard with a lake view.But that city's now not long past. The hard-bitten streets as soon as represented by way of James Farrell and Nelson Algren can have shifted locales, and so they should be populated through diversified ethnicities, yet Chicago continues to be a spot the place humans fight to outlive and the place, for lots of, crime is the one capability for his or her survival. The tales in Chicago Noir reclaim that territory.Chicago Noir is populated by means of employed killers and jazzmen, drunks and dreamers, corrupt police officers and price ticket scalpers and junkies. it is the Chicago that the dep. of Tourism does not wish you to determine, a spot the place demanding situations face their unhappy fates, and pay for his or her sins in blood. those are tales approximately blocks that viewers are afraid to stroll. They inform of a Chicago past Oprah, Michael Jordan, and deep-dish pizza. this is not a persons' dream of Chicago. it is not even a nightmare. it is simply the genuine urban, unfiltered. Chicago Noir.
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