Welcome to #FAHRENBRUARY, a blogger-driven, month-long celebration of my publisher, Fahrenheit Press, and its partner in crime fiction, Fahrenheit 13, who elucidates the history of #FAHRENBRUARY and will provide daily updates/deals, etc. below:
http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/fahrenbruary.html
But the best way to enjoy #FAHRENBRUARY, to win a giveaway, or be introduced to your next favorite crime fiction author is to follow the #Fahrenbruary hashtag on Twitter and to follow @Fahrenheitpress and @F13Noir.
In the meantime, here's my intro to the twitter orgy known as #Fahrenbruary and a brief rundown of why this twitterfest is happening:
The Fires Fahrenbruary
What the hell is Fahrenheit and how did it inspire the heretical, month-long Fiesta del Oh Fuck Off known as Fahrenbruary––glorious offspring of goddess of rebellion Adrestia’s dalliance with Februarius (named for Februa, feast of purification)––yes, Fahrenbruary, the twenty-eight-night bonfire and twenty-eight-day, all-you-can-consume buffet of so-immolating-it’s-purifying impudence, fearlessness, insurgence, naughtiness, noir and love.
Fahrenheit are (I’m using the British plural as a nod to Bosses Chrises McVeigh and Black) a rebellion-infused, exacting, independent publishing outfit with a Why The Fuck Not? insouciance that offers artisanally sourced, organic, pesticide-free, five-star, master-level punk sommeliers-of-noir-curated, decanted, XXXX-strength, 99.99% mind-blowing crime fiction to crime fiction epicures and just plain crime fiction gluttons.
Fahrenheit are a restless, prickly, hungry, funny, somber, insistent, sullen, smart-ass, hilarious, kind and always-ready-to-make-trouble crew of bloggers, readers, hangers-on, pets, vets, poets, artists, behind-the-scenes bots, elves and a few ghosts.
Fahrenheit are a ragtag, fugitive fleet of bad girl and bad boy crime writers who’ve fled the tyranny of the tired, the ordinary, the formulaic, the safe, the tasteful and the bland and whose quest is to establish an outcast colony on the weirdly and wildly dark and very hot planet they call Noir.
Fahrenheit is writer’s dare writer and a reader’s provocation.
Fahrenheit means abandoning the already trampled, road-less traveled bullshit and burning that road and the whole fucking forest down.
Fahrenheit is a group free-dive, a holding of hands, a leap of terror and faith into a sea of turbulent, startling, heart-piercing, incandescent fictions.
Fahrenheit won’t be labeled, genre-d, cubby-holed, or domesticated.
At Fahrenheit, F is for Feral.
Fahrenheit is hard to describe to the uninitiated––but, trust me––you’ll know it’s Fahrenheit when you read it.
Hint: If you feel as if the top of your head were taken off, it’s Fahrenheit.
Fahrenheit is rhapsodic, sly, and poetic. It’s broken-glass heartbreak. It’s menace and violence and luminous darkness. It’s heart, wit, and lush originality. It’s pulp’s moody fearlessness. It’s punk and it’s rock & roll. It’s take-your-breath-away betrayal and cutting suspense. It’s the tattered gorgeousness of noir. It’s mystery’s astringent freshness. It’s hardboiled–– sometimes hardbroiled––caustic, and devastating subversions. It’s the wrenchingly authentic, immersive, shocking, deeply scary, touching, inventive, wild, filthy, sexy, sad, hilariously funny and indelible-as-tattoos books by these Fahrenheit/Fahrenheit13 crime fiction masters:
Claire Blanchard, Paul Brazil, Ricky Bush, Jacqueline Chadwick, Paul Charles, Linden Chase, Tony R Cox, James Craig, Russell Day, JJ De Ceglie, Ariana D. Den Blyker, Turlough Delaney, Nikki Dolson, CJ Dunford, Derek Farrell, Steve Finbow, Paul Gadsby, SJ Gardiner, Richard Godwin, Simon Hall, Charles Kriel, Jim Lusby, Seth Lynch, Duncan McMaster, Paddy Magrane, GJ Moffat, Liz Monument, Grant Nicol, David Nolan, Todd Morr, James Pate, Ian Patrick, Matt Phillips, Nick Quantrill, Mark Rapacz, Mark Ramsden, AE Rawson, Ally Rose, Cal Smith, B.R. Stateham, Ruth Sutton, Aidan Thorn, Saira Viola, Robert White, Jonathan Woods, Graham Wynd and Michael Young (http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/books.html).
Fahrenheit means never lukewarm. Never in the middle.
Fahrenheit is burn or freeze, ice or fire, dark or darker.
Fahrenheit is writing so potent and voices so true you believe them right away.
Fahrenheit means going deep, getting dizzy, your heart knocking the bones inside your chest. It means holding your breath and letting the pages––one after another––turn you, transport you, scare you, move you, change you.
Burn, baby burn.
Jo Perry,
January 22, 2019, Los Angeles
http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/fahrenbruary.html
But the best way to enjoy #FAHRENBRUARY, to win a giveaway, or be introduced to your next favorite crime fiction author is to follow the #Fahrenbruary hashtag on Twitter and to follow @Fahrenheitpress and @F13Noir.
In the meantime, here's my intro to the twitter orgy known as #Fahrenbruary and a brief rundown of why this twitterfest is happening:
The Fires Fahrenbruary
What the hell is Fahrenheit and how did it inspire the heretical, month-long Fiesta del Oh Fuck Off known as Fahrenbruary––glorious offspring of goddess of rebellion Adrestia’s dalliance with Februarius (named for Februa, feast of purification)––yes, Fahrenbruary, the twenty-eight-night bonfire and twenty-eight-day, all-you-can-consume buffet of so-immolating-it’s-purifying impudence, fearlessness, insurgence, naughtiness, noir and love.
Fahrenheit are (I’m using the British plural as a nod to Bosses Chrises McVeigh and Black) a rebellion-infused, exacting, independent publishing outfit with a Why The Fuck Not? insouciance that offers artisanally sourced, organic, pesticide-free, five-star, master-level punk sommeliers-of-noir-curated, decanted, XXXX-strength, 99.99% mind-blowing crime fiction to crime fiction epicures and just plain crime fiction gluttons.
Fahrenheit are a restless, prickly, hungry, funny, somber, insistent, sullen, smart-ass, hilarious, kind and always-ready-to-make-trouble crew of bloggers, readers, hangers-on, pets, vets, poets, artists, behind-the-scenes bots, elves and a few ghosts.
Fahrenheit are a ragtag, fugitive fleet of bad girl and bad boy crime writers who’ve fled the tyranny of the tired, the ordinary, the formulaic, the safe, the tasteful and the bland and whose quest is to establish an outcast colony on the weirdly and wildly dark and very hot planet they call Noir.
Fahrenheit is writer’s dare writer and a reader’s provocation.
Fahrenheit means abandoning the already trampled, road-less traveled bullshit and burning that road and the whole fucking forest down.
Fahrenheit is a group free-dive, a holding of hands, a leap of terror and faith into a sea of turbulent, startling, heart-piercing, incandescent fictions.
Fahrenheit won’t be labeled, genre-d, cubby-holed, or domesticated.
At Fahrenheit, F is for Feral.
Fahrenheit is hard to describe to the uninitiated––but, trust me––you’ll know it’s Fahrenheit when you read it.
Hint: If you feel as if the top of your head were taken off, it’s Fahrenheit.
Fahrenheit is rhapsodic, sly, and poetic. It’s broken-glass heartbreak. It’s menace and violence and luminous darkness. It’s heart, wit, and lush originality. It’s pulp’s moody fearlessness. It’s punk and it’s rock & roll. It’s take-your-breath-away betrayal and cutting suspense. It’s the tattered gorgeousness of noir. It’s mystery’s astringent freshness. It’s hardboiled–– sometimes hardbroiled––caustic, and devastating subversions. It’s the wrenchingly authentic, immersive, shocking, deeply scary, touching, inventive, wild, filthy, sexy, sad, hilariously funny and indelible-as-tattoos books by these Fahrenheit/Fahrenheit13 crime fiction masters:
Claire Blanchard, Paul Brazil, Ricky Bush, Jacqueline Chadwick, Paul Charles, Linden Chase, Tony R Cox, James Craig, Russell Day, JJ De Ceglie, Ariana D. Den Blyker, Turlough Delaney, Nikki Dolson, CJ Dunford, Derek Farrell, Steve Finbow, Paul Gadsby, SJ Gardiner, Richard Godwin, Simon Hall, Charles Kriel, Jim Lusby, Seth Lynch, Duncan McMaster, Paddy Magrane, GJ Moffat, Liz Monument, Grant Nicol, David Nolan, Todd Morr, James Pate, Ian Patrick, Matt Phillips, Nick Quantrill, Mark Rapacz, Mark Ramsden, AE Rawson, Ally Rose, Cal Smith, B.R. Stateham, Ruth Sutton, Aidan Thorn, Saira Viola, Robert White, Jonathan Woods, Graham Wynd and Michael Young (http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/books.html).
Fahrenheit means never lukewarm. Never in the middle.
Fahrenheit is burn or freeze, ice or fire, dark or darker.
Fahrenheit is writing so potent and voices so true you believe them right away.
Fahrenheit means going deep, getting dizzy, your heart knocking the bones inside your chest. It means holding your breath and letting the pages––one after another––turn you, transport you, scare you, move you, change you.
Burn, baby burn.
Jo Perry,
January 22, 2019, Los Angeles