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Russian meth dealers with a taste for cherry Coke and blood. A Samoan with a mean streak, a Hall of Fame resume, and an inability to use a turn signal. And a young reporter dealing with a slacker roommate, two hillbillies armed to the teeth, and an 80-year-old exhibitionist... Ray Murphy has seen better days.
278 pages, Paperback
First published March 9, 2014
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R.T. Knickerbocker
3 books2 followersR.T. Knickerbocker decided to become a writer while still in high school. It was either that or sell athletic footwear part-time for the rest of his life. Surprisingly enough, the decision was a lot harder than most would imagine.
He enrolled at the University of Missouri-Columbia in 1987 where he majored in English and worked for four years on the student newspaper, The Maneater. While in college, he was awarded a First Place, Sports Column award by the Missouri College Newspaper Association. He also managed to either infuriate or exasperate too many persons to mention, including the entire student senate, every employee at the University bookstore and a legendary hall-of-fame basketball coach who shall, to this day, remain nameless.
After graduating in 1991, R.T. worked at newspapers in central Illinois, covering cops, courts, and crime. His work in 1991, his first year as a crime reporter, led to a Community Service award from the Illinois Press Association for uncovering negligence and a subsequent cover-up that led to death at a county hospital.
After giving up the crime beat at the ripe old age of 23 following several weeks of attempting to determine the identity of a headless torso, R.T. turned to sports writing basically because there weren't that many headless torsos playing high school football. If there were, he's pretty sure you would have heard of them by now. Parade magazine would have run a feature or two at least.
In 1994, he was awarded a First Place, Sports Feature Writing award by the Press Association of Greater St. Louis. Later that year, R.T. entered the corporate world as a Documentation Specialist. He has since worked for a variety of companies around the world as a writer/manager in one form or the other.
R.T. continues to write fiction in hopes of one day entertaining millions with his words. Or even just one. Headless or not. At this point, it really doesn't matter. Besides, chubby, bald, headless guys are entitled to good fiction too. After all, this is America.
He enrolled at the University of Missouri-Columbia in 1987 where he majored in English and worked for four years on the student newspaper, The Maneater. While in college, he was awarded a First Place, Sports Column award by the Missouri College Newspaper Association. He also managed to either infuriate or exasperate too many persons to mention, including the entire student senate, every employee at the University bookstore and a legendary hall-of-fame basketball coach who shall, to this day, remain nameless.
After graduating in 1991, R.T. worked at newspapers in central Illinois, covering cops, courts, and crime. His work in 1991, his first year as a crime reporter, led to a Community Service award from the Illinois Press Association for uncovering negligence and a subsequent cover-up that led to death at a county hospital.
After giving up the crime beat at the ripe old age of 23 following several weeks of attempting to determine the identity of a headless torso, R.T. turned to sports writing basically because there weren't that many headless torsos playing high school football. If there were, he's pretty sure you would have heard of them by now. Parade magazine would have run a feature or two at least.
In 1994, he was awarded a First Place, Sports Feature Writing award by the Press Association of Greater St. Louis. Later that year, R.T. entered the corporate world as a Documentation Specialist. He has since worked for a variety of companies around the world as a writer/manager in one form or the other.
R.T. continues to write fiction in hopes of one day entertaining millions with his words. Or even just one. Headless or not. At this point, it really doesn't matter. Besides, chubby, bald, headless guys are entitled to good fiction too. After all, this is America.
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June 20, 2014
Reminiscent of Carl Hiassen, a solid entertaining read.
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