Straight From the Horse's Mouth Department:

Duncan Sloan
Created by Bob Truluck

DUNCAN SLOAN is an easy-going Orlando, Florida private eye who works when he damn well feels like it, and keeps his stash of pot in a moldy refrigerator. His first appearance, in Street Level (2000), was the winner of the 1999 PWA/St. Martin's Best First PI Novel Contest. This Truluck dude, he's got a 'tude that won't quit. Here's what he says about his own novel:

"Ain't nothin' but pulp trash. Read it and weep...It's more profane than a Friday night poker game, bawdier than crotchless panties, tough as a knuckle, faster than a sucker punch, and for all outward appearances possesses the social conscience of a gonad."

As for Bob himself, he claims to be " just a regular guy, living in a regular house, in a regular neighborhood, in the sometimes regular town of Orlando. I'm a wannabe's Cinderella: no formal education in the discipline, a fluke who stopped reading anyone but dead guys three or four years back except maybe Leonard, and said, I can do this. If you put a dot on Ray Chandler, one on Charlie Willeford, and one on Elmore Leonard, you could find me right smack dab in the middle of that notable triangle. I think."

Convinced yet? Here's the blurb Bob wrote for St. Martin's, that for some reason they passed on:

"Beyond the shadow of the rat there is a part of Orlando that according to the tourist hype doesn't exist. No long lines, no shuttles to crowded parking lots, no ten-dollar hamburgers. Just go north from imaginationville to where fantasies and addictions walk tough streets and openly feed on one another.

The mother of Ike Pike's unborn child has faded into this world. He's not so sure on her name, and he's never laid eyes on her, but he thinks Duncan Sloan can find her.

A good story and a fat retainer put Sloan on the street in a dead run through flop houses, topless bars, trailer parks, and county landfills. And the competition is stepping all over him.

A blithe posse of relocated smack boys gets thrown in the mix, smell money, and come up with some plans of their own for the expectant mother. The game is on. It's played at street level. There are no rules."

Amazingly, I found Street Level to be almost as good as Bob thinks it is... and like a lot of folks, I've been anxiously awaiting the sequel.

Duncan Sloan, this bud's for you, man.




Report respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.

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