A recent DOGS IN THE DISTANCE reader review

I gotta say, I really love this one….

“Only buy this book if you are in to tormented, layered, alcoholic detective characters *raises hand*, moody, Portland based grungey imagery, Smells Like Teen Spirited cheerleaders included *raises hand*, and the craziest, most unexpected, completely dark and disturbing twist in a fictional story that I’ve come across in a very long time *raises hand*. If you are in to the above things/are in need of some gritty reading to compliment your dark and melancholy and completely twisted mind, this book is for you. Freaking loved it.”

Yet another recent DOGS review

A review recently posted on AMAZON for DOGS IN THE DISTANCE

Five Stars (out of five)

Great read, great playlist

By Melina Rivera on June 21, 2015
Format: Paperback

Great read, great playlist, had me hooked from the very beginning , it was a book I didn’t wanna put down and at the same time I didn’t want It to end, lots of great imagery and character development that kept me intrigued to the last word. I highly recommend this book! Not only are the chapters short which is great but the story flows in an interesting way, it keeps you wanting more . Can’t wait to read Devils Breakfast!

DOGS playlist

A list of some of the songs directly or indirectly referred to in DOGS IN THE DISTANCE. NOW OUT IN PAPERBACK!



Stone Roses: I Wanna Be Adored
Psychedelic Furs: Pretty in Pink
Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit
Sister Mercy: This Corrosion
Soundgarden: Fell on Black Days
Sex Pistols: Submission
Nine Inch Nails: Closer
Billy Idol: White Wedding
The Stooges: Gimme Danger
Joy Division: She’s Lost Control
Thom York: Black Swan
Wire: Lowdown


A new customer review from Amazon.

Five Stars (out of five)

Recommended. A novel that’s layered

By Scott E. Martin on June 7, 2015
Format: Paperback

A very satisfying read! Recommended.

A novel that’s layered, involving, moody, seductive, smart; immersing the reader in the environs of Portland.

Enjoyable to the end.

P.S. Don’t miss the playlist!

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DOGS IN THE DISTANCE: Tiffany and Reggie



A quick drive to Old Town and I was soon there. The homeless lined up for a hot meal and chatted with each other about the menu. Today was an all vegetarian ticket and more than a few were upset.

Among the faces burnt red by the sun and wind was one that I knew. It had been a long time but I would never forget his eyes. It was Reggie, aged a thousand years. The last time I saw him was at a funeral. He was crying and cursing the skies. I think he had been drunk or maybe on drugs but I don’t know if that even mattered. The girl in the casket was the love of his life, Tiffany, age fifteen.

The memories hit hard of that kid dying alone. And of Reggie, back then, wearing his ripped leather jacket. He had painted “The Clash” on its worn back. He had also owned some runt of a dog that he took wherever he went. It always kept pawing and barking at me whenever I got too close.

I remembered when he came to me, not sure if I could be trusted. Tiffany was really sick but “she was a stubborn little bitch,” as Reggie had put it to me that night. By the time we got to the dank smelling SRO, it was too late to do any good. Her lungs had rotted and she had stopped breathing. So much for her “bad little cold.” She just laid there dead on the stained mattress as the dog kept yapping away.

Reggie smiled and said “hello” with a wave. He even gave up his place in line. “Hey, Dudek” he said and gave me a hug. It felt a little weird. “Where’s your dog?” I asked. As the words left my lips I prepared for the answer. It probably wasn’t going to be good. Hit by a car. Maybe even stolen. I wondered if it had even survived. “Dorothy? You remember Dorothy?” he asked. “Yeah, of course. That dog was even uglier than you.” He laughed at my response and, as it happens, it was alright. Dorothy was alive and well. “The bitch even had puppies” he added.

Small talk aside, I asked how he was doing and if he still saw the rest of the gang. Some of the other kids hadn’t done as well as the dog but most were hanging on just fine. One even had a good job at the bakery.

We said our good-byes and I slipped him a twenty. He wasn’t about to decline. He might spend it on booze or maybe drugs but it wasn’t my place to say. I waved one more time and walked away. I had an appointment to keep.