A Bookaholic, Pro-life, Pro-Family, Pro-Oxford Comma, Catholic (with Asperger's) who reads and writes as her obsession. I've been reading over 400 books a year lately. These are my ramblings on some of the books I read. To read about all the books I read and comment on, visit me at LibraryThing or Goodreads.

I've been blogging since 2007 and at this point (July 2015) am trying my hand at turning the theme of this blog towards mystery, thriller, and crime, fiction and nonfiction. I have some special interest topics and categories within this broad genre which include (but are not limited to) serial killers, scandi-crime, Victorian history and historicals, history of the criminally insane and asylums, psychopathology, death, funerary practices and burial, corpses, true crime and anything dealing with the real life macabre, or that portrayed in fiction.

I also read a short story a day from various collections, sometimes anthologies othertimes collections of a single author's work. These reviews are also posted here and while they are of mixed genre the mystery, thriller, horror, gothic and macabre often appear within their pages as well.

I also blog about
graphic novels and manga on a separate BLOG.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Short Story: "One More Kill" by Moss Tadrack

"One More Kill" by Moss Tadrack
a short story


from MIKE SHAYNE MYSTERY MAGAZINE, July, 1977, pg 106
First Sentence:  "Brakes squealed outside Motel Room 31."

Last Sentence:  "Then, finally, there were no more slides."

Author: This author turns out to be of some titillating interest.  Moss Tadrack was a pulp fiction author of some tawdry titles in the 1960s such as "Shocking Nymphs!" and "Carnal College".  Tadrack is actually a pseudonym for Warren H. Carroll, a slightly less shocking author of a couple of pulp mysteries from the same era.  It seems by the '70s he had finished with novels and was writing short stories for magazines.

As a Tadrack title this story deals with the seedier side of life.  A woman living in a motel waits for her thieving, bank-robbing husband to come home from a heist.  We also learn that he often kills during these events and that this time had been no exception.  Lynda is fed up with Sam as he'd promised to take her out that night and instead he's brought his partner George home with him and they plan to go out on the town.  Sam gives Linda the task of organizing his slide collection, in which he's collected photos of each of his kills since his teenage animal shots to his most heinous killings.  Lynda numbly goes through the slides as she sits alone drinking that night but she knows there is a slide in here somewhere that has an answer for her and that she must find it.  Going through the motions watching corpse after corpse appear on the screen in front of her she suddenly knows she has found what she is looking for, a slide that is completely different, no corpse.  Instead it is a picture of herself and a man in a mask, but she knows who he is and finally, a lost memory returns to her.  She immediately calls the police and reports her husband as the perpetrator of that evening's bank robbery and killing.  The final showdown is not unexpected and while Lynda appears gloomy, there is a hint at a possible healing for her.  A good story, quite different from the others I've read in this magazine so far. (4/5)

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