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Cockfighter
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard Frank Mansfield is the cockfighter, a man obsessed with an illegal sport which is unspeakably cruel, unthinkably bloody - and incredibly exciting. His pursuit of the champion's medal takes him into the seamy underbelly of rural Southern life - into the hot, dusty small-town circuits, where greed and corruption vie only with lust and violence . . .
The Burnt Orange Heresy
A driven art critic’s plan to steal a painting leads to murder in this classic neo-noir novel by the author of the Hoke Moseley series. Fast-talking, backstabbing, womanizing, and fiercely ambitious art critic James Figueras will do anything—blackmail, burglary, and beyond—to make a name for himself. When an unscrupulous collector offers Figueras a career-making chance to interview Jacques Debierue, the greatest living—and most reclusive—artist, the critic must decide how far he will go to become the art-world celebrity he hungers to be. Will Figueras stop at the opportunity to skim some cream for himself or push beyond morality’s limits to a bigger payoff? Crossing the art world...
Pick-Up
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard In this riveting novel of psychological suspense, Charles Willeford charts a duel trajectory of alcoholic desire and destruction that is at once poignant, terrifying and utterly authentic. Prowling the grimy streets of San Francisco, Helen is a beautiful, sensuous drunk - and a pathetically easy pick-up. Harry just wants to help, but before long they are both adrift in a sea of alcohol - until Harry conceives the ultimate crime.
Miami Blues
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard Ex-con Freddy 'Junior' Frenger lands in Miami with a pocketful of stolen credit cards and plans for a new life of crime, and disappears with a snatched suitcase, leaving the corpse of a Hare Krishna behind him. Homicide detective Hoke Moseley is soon on his case, chasing the immoral Junior and his hooker girlfriend through the Cuban ghettos, luxury hotels and seedy suburban sprawl of Miami in an increasingly perilous game of hide and seek.
The Machine in Ward Eleven
'I had a hunch that madness was a predominant theme and normal condition for Americans living in the second half of this century' Charles Willeford Willeford's pulp classic features six incisive tales as fresh as the day they were first published in 1963. Writing at a time when we still had some faith in our elected leaders, Willeford laid bare the American Dream - and 50 years later his revelations are as chilling and relevant as ever.
Wild Wives
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard Amoral, sexy and brutal, Wild Wives was written in a sleazy San Francisco hotel in the early 1950s while Willeford was on leave from the army. This tale of deception features crooked detective Jacob C. Blake and his nemesis: a beautiful, insane young woman who is the wife of a socially prominent San Francisco architect. Blake becomes entangled in a web of deceit, intrigue and multiple murders in this exciting period tale. 'Mr Willeford never puts a foot wrong, and this is truly an entertainment to relish' New Yorker
I Was Looking For a Street
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard I Was Looking For a Street tells the story of the author's childhood and adolescence as an orphan, as he moves from railroad yard to hobo tent citiy, to soup kitchen and desert around Los Angeles and across the United States. The ensuing tale is at once a picaresque adventure through Depression-era America and a portrait of the writer as a young man of seemingly little promise but great spirit. Written late in Willeford's career, this memoir is the work of a writer at the height of his powers looking back without nostalgia or regret, and preserving in his clear and powerful prose the great American adventure of his youth.
Sideswipe
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard In a hot Florida summer, Sergeant Hoke Moseley's life is going to hell: his ex-wife just remarried, his teenage daughters want to quit school and his beat partner is eight months pregnant - and living in his house. A break seems long overdue, so Hoke decides to bail out, give up police work and watch the ocean roll. But things don't always work out. A handsome, cowboy-hatted psychopath is planning another armed robbery - one that will draw a retiree into a life of crime and leave half-a-dozen bystanders dead. It's a case right up Hoke's alley: weird enough to catch his attention, personal enough to make him mad, and twisted enough to make Hoke forget he no longer wants to be a cop.
The Woman Chaser
'No one writes a better crime novel than Charles Willeford' Elmore Leonard By day, Richard Hudson, woman-chaser and used-car salesman, works his crooked car lot with much success. By night, he returns home to a family of misfits. One day, seized by a feeling of terror and revulsion, he realises he's wasting his life in the meaningless pursuit of money. His only hope, he decides, is to pursue his dream of making a movie. Richard completes his cherished project, but forces beyond his control swiftly reject and destroy it. As a result, enraged and humiliated, he goes on a bender of epic proportions, drinking his way through the underbelly of Los Angeles and exacting a monstrous revenge on all who have crossed him.
High Priest of California
High Priest of California, first published in 1953, is a gritty noir thriller by Charles Willeford. The book, Willeford’s first novel, centers on San Francisco used-car salesman Russell Haxby, a highly unpleasant character, who, motivated perhaps by sheer boredom, engages in small time cons and seduces a married woman. Willeford (1919-1988) is best known for his books featuring hardboiled detective Hoke Moseley. A roaring saga of the male animal on the prowl—The world was his oyster—and women his pearls!
