Press Release, Half Crime 3/5/24

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
TITLE/RELEASE DATE: HALF CRIME, 3/5/24
CONTACT: Rusty Barnes, 617-816-8538
EMAIL: redneckpress@gmail.com
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“Fuzzy had a password for weed sales. You had to say "Where's the good stuff?" Then he'd take you behind the petting zoo into the zebra trailer, where he had all the contraband stored neatly in plastic bags of various sizes in cardboard boxes, and you know, do his thing. I'd brought him weed before many times, but usually at his house in Wellsboro, and this new arrangement made me antsy.”

APPALACHIAN WRITER PUBLISHES FOURTH STORY COLLECTION, HALF CRIME

REVERE, MA, December 4th, 2023— Appalachian expatriate and poet Rusty Barnes of Revere, MA, will debut his story collection, Half Crime, as Redneck Press’s first full-length book of fiction, March 5 2024.

"Half Crime reads like a collection of stories written by Raymond Carver if he was possessed by the spirit of Raymond Chandler. Brutal , beautiful, esoteric and existential, Rusty Barnes shows the full width and breadth of his prodigious talents as a writer and a quietly powerful critic of the human condition. Half Crime is a wonderful achievement."

S.A. COSBY, BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF RAZORBLADE TEARS AND ALL THE SINNERS BLEED

“Tender and tough, these short stories in Half Crime from Rusty Barnes will remind you of the hardscrabble, hard-drinking, and hard-living characters from Andre Dubus; they’re desperate but dignified, and they can’t do wrong right. With a poet’s eye for imagery and a turn of phrase, Rusty Barnes is a writer who deserves more attention and readers. Half Crime is all that.”

GABRIEL VALJAN, AGATHA-, ANTHONY-, AND SHAMUS-NOMINATED AUTHOR OF THE SHANE CLEARY MYSTERY SERIES

Rusty Barnes is author of the story collections Breaking it Down (Sunnyoutside Press 2007) Mostly Redneck (Sunnyoutside Press 2011), and Kraj the Enforcer:S tories, (Shotgun Honey, 2019), as well as four novels, Reckoning (Sunnyoutside Press, 2014), Ridgerunner (Shotgun Honey,2017), Knuckledragger (Shotgun Honey/2017) and The Last Danger (Shotgun Honey, 2018), His fiction, poetry and non-fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in many journals and anthologies like Dirty Boulevard: Crime Stories Inspired by the Songs of Lou Reed (Down and Out Books 2018), Best Small Fictions 2015, Switchblade, Mystery Tribune, Goliad Review, Smokelong Quarterly, Red Rock Review, Porter Gulch Review and Post Road. He founded and edits Tough, a journal of crime fiction and occasional reviews. He lives in Revere, MA, but grew up in rural northern Appalachia, where he attended Mansfield University of Pennsylvania, Mansfield PA and Emerson College in Boston MA. You can find him on Twitter and other socials @rustybarnes23.

Barnes is available for interviews and appearances. For booking presentations, media appearances, interviews, and/or book-signings contact redneckpress@gmail.com.

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