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Continental Tilt — Murder in La-La Land anthology (due: Spring 2010)

"Endless Vacation" won Honorable Mention in Glimmer Train's Very Short Fiction competition

Paul is currently working on:

 The Blues Don't Care, a novel featuring Bobby Saxon, his unique character who has appeared in three published short stories (The Good Old Days, Santa Claus Blues and Sleepy Lagoon Nocturne) .  As with all the Bobby Saxon stories, the novel takes place in and around Central Avenue, as well as other Los Angeles locations.  At the time (mid 20^th century), Central Avenue was the heart of Los Angeles' African-American community, featuring famous nightclubs, such as the Club Alabam, where musician Bobby plays as the only white member of an all-black swing band – and that isn't the only distinctive thing about him.  The Dunbar Hotel, next door to the Alabam, the premier "colored" hotel, where everyone who was anyone in the black community – from famous musicians like Duke Ellington, who kept a suite there, to future Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall – stayed when they couldn't stay at whites only hotels.  As with all the Bobby Saxon stories, he traverses these and other Central Avenue locations as well the greater Los Angeles area. 

Blues is set on the World War II homefront where Bobby finds himself involved in more intrigue than he can fathom, but the blues don't care about that.  Though if they don't it seems everyone else does as they are all after Bobby. 

Paul's Latest Work Appears in:

Terminal Island appears in the Fall 2009 edition of
Weber: The Contemporary West
(hardcopies of the magazine available at http://www.weber.edu/weberjournal)

An excerpt:

           Mariko was home from school, mending fishing nets on her parents' front porch.  The hot jazz beat of Benny Goodman shot out to the porch from the Victrola in the living room.  It blended with Tommy Kurosawa's Sons of the Pioneers cowboy music coming from next door.

She heard the car before she saw it.  "That automobile needs a new muffler," her mother, Fumiko, said, stitching nets before she had to go in to make dinner.  Her accent wasn't as bad as her father's, but it was still embarrassing.

Mariko looked up.  The man behind the wheel wore a rakish brown suit and snappy Dick Tracy hat, like Humphrey Bogart.  A cigarette dangled from his mouth.  Who did he think he was, a movie star?  And he was Caucasian.  A movie star would have driven a newer car.  Most of the Caucasians who came here drove newer cars.  What could this man want?

He drove two doors past the Hayakawa home.  Parked.  The Nakadai's house had been empty for months, ever since they moved across the water to San Pedro, the real world, where they could drive to Los Angeles and Hollywood without worrying about ferry schedules.  But they couldn't have rented their house to a white man.  It was unheard of.

Paul's novel WHITE HEAT is a winner in the
2005 Southwest Writers Contest
Read an excerpt from WHITE HEAT

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Listen to Paul's interview on the America's Back on Track radio network. The host mentions Paul at the beginning in the first 60-90 seconds, but then the actual interview comes about 2/3 of the way in at approximately 36 minutes in,  so you can fast forward to that part.  It lasts about 10 minutes.

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