Harry Stephen Keeler
Список книг автора Harry Stephen KeelerThe Case of the Lavender Gripsack
After a thousand pages and more sidetrips through the backwoods of Chicago than you can imagine, the story of the man standing on the corner with the crimson hatbox is completed. Finally we find out why the defendant, when asked by the archbishop what was in the box, replied «Wah Lee's skull. I cracked Vann’s pete.» But not without some of the most incredible courtroom hijinks in the history of jurisprudence. And it's told as only Harry Stephen Keeler could tell it – in four long books.
The Man with the Crimson Box
A man stood on a streetcorner with a crimson hatbox in his hand. An archbishop approached him and asked what was in the box.<P>"Wah Lee's skull. I cracked Vann's pete," is the enigmatic reply. From this simple encounter stems the trial of the century. The crimson box does indeed hold the skull of a long-dead Chinaman (or is it?), and the man did break into D.A. Vann's safe (or did he?) One thing is certain: a man died when the safe was cracked, and now somebody has to pay.<P>And it just may be the man's lawyer, Elsa Moffit, attorney-at-law with no cases under her belt – yet!
The Man with the Magic Eardrums
A man standing in a darkened room notices that someone is breaking in via the window. He waits until the intruder is inside then holds him at gunpoint. The two then embark on the most audacious conversation any author has ever had the nerve to write. By the end of the book you'll be exhausted by the tales each man tells, each more unbelievable than the last. The climax will leave you gasping!
The Trap
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> Sheriff Lafe Whitecotton has a problem: sleepwalking Whisperwell Jenkins has stolen and burned some important evidence – as well as $500 in cold cash! – from his office and now everyone blames him for just about everything. Throw in a mysterious letter that claims that a book called THE CHINESE CHARACTER holds the clue to a murder and a doddering old detective named Tuddleton Trotter and you have the makings of one of the goldangdest Keeler novels that never made it to print! How Lafe and Tuddleton band together to solve this case is a tale only webworking Harry Stephen Keeler could have devised.
The Case of the Barking Clock
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> It wasn’t fair! Just because Joe «Zicky» Czeszczicki had the misfortune to hire as his lawyer, 'Golden-Tongue' Winfrock, who died right before the trial, Joe was slated to die in 48 hours! There's no way a man accused of murdering a State's Attorney could beat those kinds of odds. But Joe didn't know about Crystal Armswayne of London and how she would figure into his life – and he knew even less about Tuddleton T. Trotter, ingenious author of Mathematics versus Crime. All of these threads – and more – come together in a masterwork of webworkian logic! [Note: This is the longer, British version of the book.]
The Case of the Two-Headed Idiot
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> What would you do if you were Angus MacWhorter, owner of the Biggest Little Circus on Earth, and you’d been offered $3000 for just ten minutes alone with the two-headed child who at one time was the star feature of the circus? Why, you'd send your right hand man, Brock Colburn, to Chicago to check up on the offering party. The trouble is, Brock is wanted in Chitown for an old felony he didn't commit, and any sleuthing he does is going to have to be under deep cover. If only Brock could meet some sympathetic person who could help him, someone like Ardis Waring – Mrs. Ardis Waring. And let's not even mention the Chinese laundryman known as Ah Hell. Yes, Ah Hell. Let’s don't mention him.
The Six from Nowhere
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> Who are those six mysterious figures that are looming outside the owner's trailer of Angus MacWhorter's Mammoth Motorized Shows? And why would they want the copy of a pulp magazine that he bought for ten cents? The answers have something to do with a gangster, the tong of the Lean Grey Rats, and a group calling itself the Society of Retired Clergymen.
Report on Vanessa Hewstone
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> Noah Quindry is worried. An arsonist is striking the towns that his travelling circus visits and it may be one of his employees! On top of that, some madman – perhaps the arsonist? – is stealing instances of the letter "U" from signs, billboards, letters, even the tattooed chest of Screamo the Clown. It's one of Harry and Hazel Keeler's wackiest mysteries ever.
A Copy of Beowulf
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> You know the locale: Idiot's Valley USA; you know the circus: MacWhorter's Mammoth Traveling Circus; and you'll never forget the road: Ol' Twistibus! But this time Brock Lindo, the circus driver who's madly in love with the spot-girl, Melodee Ashbrooke, is the poor soul who must cross Ol' Twistibus in record time or Melodee will marry Jules DiValo, the silver-tongued barker! Not only that, he has to somehow prove to Melodee that she's not the product of an illegitimate marriage – and the proof is in far-off England. The Screwball Circus Saga continues to roll out of the fecund typewriter of Harry and Hazel Keeler and now, for the first time you can immerse yourself in it in the English language!
The Circus Stealers
"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." – Neil Gaiman<P> There's nothing new under the sun in Idiots' Valley, home of Harry Stephen Keeler's Screwball Circus. Angus MacWhorter's circus has made it across Old Twistibus – the windingest road in the world – but there's still an important wagon that Rance Holly has to drive to catch up with the rest of the circus in Foleysburg, or the circus will be lost to rival entrepreneur, Wolf Gladish. There's no nuttier place in the country than Idiots' Valley, with its pack of illiterate bumpkins, and Harry and Hazel milk it for all it's worth in this first English-language edition of a Keeler classic!