King Suckerman (Antisocial)

King Suckerman (Antisocial)

The time is 1976.  Captain Beefheart's on the eight-track.  The hot new superfly flick King Suckerman is coming to neighborhood theaters.  And Washington, D.C., is a hotbed of drugs and racial tension--an easy place to turn a wrong corner and land in a whole lot of trouble.   That's what happens to Marcus Clay and Dimitri Karras when they cross paths with an ex-con and his gang of natural born killers.  Walking into a drug deal gone south, Clay and Karras end up with a pile of money that isn't theirs...the sexy teenage girlfriend of the Italian dealer...and major trouble.  The ex-con is soon spilling blood to get to the cash.  The dealer is scheming to get his girl back.  And two knockaround guys named Clay and Karras are reaching a pivotal moment--the time to take a stand, go straight, and get justice.  Or maybe just sweet revenge. In this sizzling thriller, George Pelecanos writes with a firecracker in his prose, shooting sparks on every page and earning his place among the stars of crime fiction. " King Suckerman 's got jive, juice, and a whole lotta justice." --Time Out "Comparisons to Pulp Fiction are inevitable. But Pelecanos is more than merely slick; there's heart behind the Tarantino-esque ephemera." --Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Pelecanos has carved out a territory and a language of danger all his own." --Chicago Tribune "Pelecanos is a fresh, new, utterly hard-boiled voice." --The Washington Post Book World 1976. Captain Beefheart's on the eight-track. The hot new superfly flick King Suckerman is coming to neighborhood theaters. And Washington, D.C., is a hotbed of drugs and racial tension--an easy place to turn a wrong corner and land in a whole lot of trouble. That's what happens to Marcus Clay and Dimitri Karras when they cross paths with an ex-con and his gang of natural born killers. Walking into a drug deal gone south, Clay and Karras end up with a pile of money that isn't theirs...the sexy teenage girlfriend of the Italian dealer...and major trouble. The ex-con is soon spilling blood to get to the cash. The dealer is scheming to get his girl back. And two knockaround guys named Clay and Karras are reaching a pivotal moment--the time to take a stand, go straight, and get justice. Or maybe just sweet revenge. In this sizzling thriller, George Pelecanos writes wit The time is 1976. Captain Beefheart's on the eight-track. The hot new superfly flick "King Suckerman is coming to neighborhood theaters. And Washington, D.C., is a hotbed of drugs and racial tension--an easy place to turn a wrong corner and land in a whole lot of trouble. That's what happens to Marcus Clay and Dimitri Karras when they cross paths with an ex-con and his gang of natural born killers. Walking into a drug deal gone south, Clay and Karras end up with a pile of money that isn't theirs...the sexy teenage girlfriend of the Italian dealer...and major trouble. The ex-con is soon spilling blood to get to the cash. The dealer is scheming to get his girl back. And two knockaround guys named Clay and Karras are reaching a pivotal moment--the time to take a stand, go straight, and get justice. Or maybe just sweet revenge. In this sizzling thriller, George Pelecanos writes with a firecracker in his prose, shooting sparks on every page and earning his place among the stars of crime fiction. George P.  Pelecanos is the author of five other novels: The Big Blowdown, Nick's Trip, Down by the River Where the Dead Men Go, A Firing Offense, and Shoedog.   He lives in Washington, D.C. Wilton Cooper reached for the speaker, counterclockwised the volume.  It sounded to him, with all that static and shit, like the brothers were talking Chinese.  Like he was watching some chop-socky thing, Five Fingers of Death or something like that.  Anyway, Cooper didn't need that tinny-ass box hanging on the window.  He knew the dialogue by heart.  He'd seen Black Caesar, what, five, six times already.  Even had the original sound track on cassette tape.  James Brown, doin' it to death.  "Down and Out in New York City."  "The Boss."  And all that. It wasn't Black Caesar that Cooper had come to see, anyhow.  And it sure wasn't that peckerwood biker picture-- Angels the Hard Way --no, Angels Hard as They Come, that's what it was--that had gone second on the triple bill.  Cooper had come to check out that new one, The Master Gunfighter , with Tom Laughlin and Ron O'Neal.  Billy Jack and Superfly, way out West.  Yeah, that would be something to see.  He'd been waiting on that one to open for a long time. Wilton Cooper took a last swig of Near Beer, crushed the can, tossed it over his shoulder to the backseat.  He placed the speaker back in its cradle, got out of his ride, walked past rows of cars to the darkened field behind the projection house.  With all that liquid in him, he had a fierce need to drain his lizard, and he just couldn't abide waiting in the men's room line. Cooper moaned a little as he let a long stre