Private Eye Larry Kent
started his life as the hero of a half-hour radio show on Australia’s Macquarie
Network, and was inspired chiefly by the success of the hardboiled mysteries of
Carter Brown. As the popularity of the radio show grew, the Cleveland Publishing
Pty. Ltd decided to publish a series of Larry Kent novels. Two authors, Don
Haring (an American who lived in Australia) and Des R Dunn (a Queenslander) are
primarily associated with the series. Between 1954 and 1983, Larry
appeared in well over 400 adventures.
Kent is a typical hard-boiled
private eye. He smokes Camels, drinks whiskey and within the first dozen pages
or so, has usually met a dame and is fighting for his life. His mean streets
are pure New York (although the radio series was set in Australia) and include
Harlem nightclubs and Jersey roadhouses.
Generally the body
counts are high: about six deaths per novel.
But there’s another
side to Larry Kent. He’s a Vietnam war veteran, he used to work for the CIA and
still does, usually reluctantly, on occasion. And once, when an attempt was
made on his life, the Agency paid for him to have plastic surgery that altered
his appearance ... something he never quite managed to get used to.
Larry Kent is fast and
fun, and Piccadilly Publishing is proud to be bringing his cases to a whole new
generation of fans, complete with their original ‘good girl’ artwork.
The first FOUR books
will be available on APRIL 4th!
A
Thompson machine gun erupted its violence as soon as the door began to move. A
guy stood in the opening, his big gun smoking in his hand. I took one shot and
sent a shell into his stomach. The guy went back on his heels for two very
deliberate paces, then
folded onto his knees. His gun slipped out of his hands and came into the
doorway.
There
was another guy with my dying friend—a guy with the most surprised face in New
York. He wore a hat over his eyes, but I could see a crooked nose and thin lips
and a fat-jowled jaw.
I said, “Sleep tight, punk.”
I said, “Sleep tight, punk.”
I let him have it.
There’s something about me makes me ornery when guys pump lead into my doorway
late at night.
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