Sassy, hard-nosed storytelling swirling between hard-hitting truths about society make this book more than a pulp-fiction pleasure. Shirley F’N Lyle: VIVA the REVOLUTION is a cutting, empowering, and unforgettable tale of heroism in the most unexpected of places.
Rarely does chic lit get so raunchy, outrageous, or fun as in Shirley F’N Lyle… highly recommended for readers of contemporary women’s fiction who like their characters urban, rough, and outrageously hilarious.
Nat Cinder (From TREAD)
“My country’s made me its enemy. It’s formal now.”
KIRKUS (About My Brother’s Destroyer)
Fans of noir tales set in rural America will particularly welcome this addition to the genre.
Manhattan Book Review
If you enjoy stories of betrayal and vengeance, with just a touch of the unreal, My Brother’s Destroyer is a fantastic read, and I highly recommend it for your next book.
Gonzalo Baeza, editor at Plots With Guns
In these days in which so many novels are labeled Southern Gothic or, more recently, “rural noir” this is certainly a bona fide Southern Gothic that thrives on good writing and a compelling story. The characters are credible and fully-developed and yet they form part of such a grotesque canvas that the whole experience of reading the novel is surreal.
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COLD QUIET COUNTRY is one of those stories that keeps dragging you deeper. Loyalties shift as you root for the anti-hero and end up rooting against the cop on his trail. Although, the way Sheriff Bittersmith is introduced is one of the best I-know-all-I-Need-to-know character intros I’ve ever read. He’s a first class son of a bitch and you even shift gears on him. I was just so engrossed in the story and the setting (1970 Wyoming in the winter) that I wanted that book to go on for longer, and let me be clear – I NEVER feel a book is too short. The fact it was a debut novel is almost infuriating.
INDIE READER (About Solomon Bull)
Lindemuth’s refusal to apologize for machismo is bound to upset the politically correct crowd, as is his portrayal of a conservative Republican politician who wallows in corruption and has a racist past involving Indians.
San Francisco Book Review
Strong at the Broken Places by Clayton Lindemuth is a rich, gritty psychological exploration of the soul… Lindemuth did a magnificent job with this intensely personal story.
Baer Creighton (From The Men I Sent Forward)
All the old women went to church and I heard ’em talk about it. They’d say a thousand times you’ll be talkin’ right there to Jesus and you won’t even know it. Everyone meets him a thousand times. One day he’s a baby and shit on your wrist. One day he’s the boss who asked you for the overtime. One day he’s your wife, when you look at the credit card bill. Every one of us spends a moment in turmoil with the Maker, and if we’re lucky we’ll feel peace and see a flicker like just now lit Cinder’s eye as he back away from the hug and say, “I believe you’re right about that. It’s the life you were built for. Go talk to your girl.”
Shirley Lyle (from Totally Sunshine and Love)
“Oh, wow. Oh mercy! Oh! My body feels good. I got five seconds left!”
Shirley let herself slip into the wavelengths. Standing upright with her hand on her rear, she popped her womanhood forward in randy thrusts, each shifting her eight inches forward, roughly matching the length of her love canal; each burst dragging along her legs and feet and bouncing her rack, each breast taking opposite rotations, the right counterclockwise and the left as an ordinary clock around the dial.
Right hand on hip, left in the air, imaginary lasso swinging, Shirley yelled into overwhelming music-noise, “Any y’all got a stiffy yet?”
Emeline Margulies (from Nothing Save the Bones Inside Her)
“It’s hard to turn the other cheek with a rifle barrel in your mouth…”
From The Mundane Work of Vengeance
Sophia Ellen Whitcombe floated. She heard God approach, footsteps like concrete thunder. He lifted her, cradled her, and rained tears on her face.
She was home.
Seattle Book Review (About My Brother’s Destroyer)
Lindemuth is a master at tying what could be disparate plot elements together, forming a coherent and chilling whole. One last detail (just in case you weren’t already hooked): Baer has the ability to tell when someone is lying. He sees their eyes flash red and feels little sparks of electricity. This is the sort of plot element that separates good writers from the merely mediocre. Not once did Baer’s ability feel like a contrivance. In fact, it blended seamlessly in with the rest of the book. In short, I was left completely in awe.