Howard Owen delves into the complexities of human psychology and the enduring impact of the past on the present. His novels, often set against the backdrop of the American South, explore profound themes of guilt, redemption, and intricate family dynamics. With a keen eye for detail and a sharp insight into human frailties, Owen crafts characters who are as flawed as they are unforgettable. His prose, both raw and lyrical, draws readers into narratives where crime and personal drama intertwine with an inescapable force.
The plot unfolds in Dogtown, where the brutal murder of a seemingly harmless blue-collar worker raises alarm among residents. The mystery deepens when an elderly couple is also found dead in their upscale home shortly after. As the protagonist, Willie Black, investigates these shocking events, he begins to suspect a sinister connection between the two killings, challenging the notion of safety in his community and unraveling hidden truths.
The River City emerges as a hot spot for unseemly noir.Brand-new stories Dean King, Laura Browder, Howard Owen, Yazmina Beverly, Tom De Haven, X.C. Atkins, Meagan J. Saunders, Anne Thomas Soffee, Clint McCown, Conrad Ashley Persons, Clay McLeod Chapman, Pir Rothenberg, David L. Robbins, Hermine Pinson, and Dennis Danvers.FROM THE INTRODUCTION TO RICHMOND NOIR :"In The Air-Conditioned Nightmare, Henry Miller tosses off a hard-bitten assessment of the City on the 'I would rather die in Richmond somehow,' he writes, 'though God knows Richmond has little enough to offer.' As editors, we like the dying part, and might point out that in its long history, Richmond, Virginia has offered up many of the disparate elements crucial to meaty noir. The city was born amid deception, conspiracy, and violence . . ."These days, Richmond is a city of winter balls and garden parties on soft summer evenings, a city of private clubs where white-haired old gentlemen, with their martinis or mint juleps in hand, still genuflect in front of portraits of Robert E. Lee. It's also a city of brutal crime scenes and drug corners and okay-everybody-go-on-home-there's-nothing-more-to-see. It's a city of world-class ad agencies and law firms, a city of the FFV (First Families of Virginia) and a city of immigrants--from India, Vietnam, and Africa to Massachusetts, New York, and New Jersey. It's a city of finicky manners (you mustn't ever sneeze publicly in Richmond) and old-time neighborliness, and it's a city where you think twice about giving somebody the finger if they cut you off on the Powhite Parkway (that's pronounced Pow-hite, not Po-white, thank you very much) because you might get your head blown off by the shotgun on the rack . . ."