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Psychic Simon: A Novel
Simon Grey just got a psychic plea for help from a murdered man. And a cryptic call from a man who's very much alive. The problem is... they're both the same man.
Simon Grey is a hapless psychic medium desperately trying to make a name for himself in the paranormal world. When his idol, the famous psychic Benedict See, goes missing and Simon starts receiving mysterious messages from beyond the grave, he suddenly finds himself on the case of a lifetime. But as he delves deeper into the mystery, Simon finds that nothing is as it seems and he's in way over his head.
Standing in his way are a skeptical debunker who loves to bring down paranormal frauds, the missing man's wife with psychic ambitions of her own, and the police chief who doesn't believe a word Simon says. Can Simon use his questionable psychic abilities to solve the crime and become the most famous medium in the world?
A "fun, clever" ride filled with laughter, mystery, and unexpected twists. Join Simon on his hilarious and suspenseful journey to uncover the truth and become a psychic legend.
Simon Grey is a hapless psychic medium desperately trying to make a name for himself in the paranormal world. When his idol, the famous psychic Benedict See, goes missing and Simon starts receiving mysterious messages from beyond the grave, he suddenly finds himself on the case of a lifetime. But as he delves deeper into the mystery, Simon finds that nothing is as it seems and he's in way over his head.
Standing in his way are a skeptical debunker who loves to bring down paranormal frauds, the missing man's wife with psychic ambitions of her own, and the police chief who doesn't believe a word Simon says. Can Simon use his questionable psychic abilities to solve the crime and become the most famous medium in the world?
A "fun, clever" ride filled with laughter, mystery, and unexpected twists. Join Simon on his hilarious and suspenseful journey to uncover the truth and become a psychic legend.
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328 pages, Paperback
Published January 30, 2022
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February 3, 2022
Another amaaaaaaaazing book by DM Sinclair. I stumbled upon his first book ages ago and now I’m an addict. If only there were more! We join Simon on his hilarious misadventures and hoping maybe secretly we are psychic too! I won’t give away the story but def worth picking up, reading, putting in a glass box on the fireplace then rereading every year like a Christmas Carol :)
Thanks DM for such awesome stories!!
Thanks DM for such awesome stories!!
April 7, 2024
The problem is that we live in a world that rewards the irrational.
If during the reading of DM.Sinclair's "Psychic Psimon" - oops, I mean, "Psychic Simon" - you hear the voice of the late Graham Chapman of Monty Python fame proclaiming "Stop this! It's become far too silly!", well, I'm not sure if that's his actual voice from the Great Beyond or just plain common sense. Then again, it may well mean that your attunements are well attuned for these things. You see, though it's easy to blame it on the rain (that will be hilarious once you read this book), it's instead because this tome is filled with a veritable plethora of puns, a magnitude of merry metaphors, a slew of silly similes and very, very likely as well an abundance of amusing analogies or even allegories. Just please: don't ask me to be able to keep straight in my head which is which. The puns, sure, it's part of my parental responsibilities as a father of two to know about those. But the others, well, if they don't generate a direct hit on google, I'm screwed…
How long does it take to die? Should I have set aside a few days? Taken a weekend course? Planned it for February?
And speaking of which, for much of this book, that is the fate of poor Simon, a simple (ha ha!) fellow that has tragically gone from being a recently divorced, squat ex-insurance salesman waddling dumpily into middle age to "working" as a psychic medium. "If I had a nickel…" right? But as these things tend to happen, Simon quickly finds himself at the center of a deliciously complex murder mystery that just may not have involved murder at all! Unless that is, you want to count all the dead people that show up at various stages of the plot. Yeah, that tends to give it away a bit, huh? But before you can say "I'm feeling a strong presence among us!", the cops are involved, a professional debunker is involved, and we're all just standing there with our chins hanging down in the middle of the world's largest Psychic fair. Golly.
He wasn’t tense, exactly. But he was tense. Exactly.
If you haven't guessed by now, this is a book that is intended to be - and succeeds verily at being - a lot of fun. I was initially directed to Sinclair's perhaps slightly better known duology starting with "A Hundred Billion Ghosts" but at local prices I wanted to try a one-off'er first. And though I have to admit (yes, there is someone behind me with a gu… nevermind…) that at times the pacing dragged ever so slightly (think Throckmorton's driving), most if not all of this had to do with the simple fact that (a) this is a convention for gods sake and if you've ever had to suffer through any sort of one you know how mind-numbingly slow they move and (b) it's not like Mancaster, New York is known for its dangerous streets that just invite car chases and what not. But in terms of literally "LOL's"? They are abundant in an amount that can only be called a'plenty. I would have loved to even admitted to an "ROFL" or two, but hey, at my age, it's never guaranteed that after I get down on the floor that I'd be able to get back up.
The realization had fallen on him like a ten-ton iron piano full of anvils.
All-in-all - hang on: nope, NOT a Milli Vanilli title - the whole execution of the book was really spot on. The characters were very well developed - or at least as well developed as their lifespans within these pages allowed - and the execution (editing, putting quotation marks and commas where they belong, etc.) more than acceptable. The framing of Simon's abilities, namely that his powers required him to go into a trance-like state using a top-40 trash pop song from 1990 played on a WalkMin (read that again) worked and yes, simply perfectly so! But no, I did not decide to call his music selection trash pop so do not send ME your hate mail! I mean, let's be honest here: how else could you describe using lower beta frequency binaural beats to increase vibrations and thus improve overall reception from the Other Side? It's so obvious now that I've read it!
He didn’t know which direction to aim all that anger, so he just sat in it like secretly soiled pants.
In addition, the fact that Simon seems to embrace (accept? surrender to?) his loveable looser-hood just so even makes it more delicious. Like Schadenfreude - one of my favorite German words along with Gesundheit and Fussbodenschleifmaschinenverleih - cooked to perfection over an open flame and served with a nice Merlot and freshly grilled bacon (SPECK!!) slices! But here is this poor schmo working (meh) his first con, with a ricketedy old card table set up with essentially nothing impressive, with a prime spot next to the men's restrooms, hoping that the smell of urinal cakes from the bathroom might be mistaken for some kind of spiritualist potpourri! And that's even before we see him presenting himself to the masses with a hunched shuffle, a forced smile, and a trail of sweat in his wake that salmon could have swum up to spawn. Yummy, huh?
He casually strolled like a casually strolling man who casually didn’t want to be noticed.
So what have we achieved? Well, first and foremost, this is definitely going to get recommended in our Crypt'ers Reading challenge found on (see D.M.Guay's homepage or even join over on the Book of Faces). And secondly, well, now I've got to mow a few lawns - hey, I'm 83, it ain't easy (I also have dyslexia) - so I can rush out or at least hobble energetically and pick up the rest of Sinclair's catalogue! A lot of fun and definitely one you should try! In terms of the rest of my review, I'm only going to think it so the psychics out there can enjoy a little "me time" and tune in on their own. Like the author says: "Maybe talk to those voices in your head. Have a nice conversation with some dead people. Maybe a singalong." In other words…
If during the reading of DM.Sinclair's "Psychic Psimon" - oops, I mean, "Psychic Simon" - you hear the voice of the late Graham Chapman of Monty Python fame proclaiming "Stop this! It's become far too silly!", well, I'm not sure if that's his actual voice from the Great Beyond or just plain common sense. Then again, it may well mean that your attunements are well attuned for these things. You see, though it's easy to blame it on the rain (that will be hilarious once you read this book), it's instead because this tome is filled with a veritable plethora of puns, a magnitude of merry metaphors, a slew of silly similes and very, very likely as well an abundance of amusing analogies or even allegories. Just please: don't ask me to be able to keep straight in my head which is which. The puns, sure, it's part of my parental responsibilities as a father of two to know about those. But the others, well, if they don't generate a direct hit on google, I'm screwed…
How long does it take to die? Should I have set aside a few days? Taken a weekend course? Planned it for February?
And speaking of which, for much of this book, that is the fate of poor Simon, a simple (ha ha!) fellow that has tragically gone from being a recently divorced, squat ex-insurance salesman waddling dumpily into middle age to "working" as a psychic medium. "If I had a nickel…" right? But as these things tend to happen, Simon quickly finds himself at the center of a deliciously complex murder mystery that just may not have involved murder at all! Unless that is, you want to count all the dead people that show up at various stages of the plot. Yeah, that tends to give it away a bit, huh? But before you can say "I'm feeling a strong presence among us!", the cops are involved, a professional debunker is involved, and we're all just standing there with our chins hanging down in the middle of the world's largest Psychic fair. Golly.
He wasn’t tense, exactly. But he was tense. Exactly.
If you haven't guessed by now, this is a book that is intended to be - and succeeds verily at being - a lot of fun. I was initially directed to Sinclair's perhaps slightly better known duology starting with "A Hundred Billion Ghosts" but at local prices I wanted to try a one-off'er first. And though I have to admit (yes, there is someone behind me with a gu… nevermind…) that at times the pacing dragged ever so slightly (think Throckmorton's driving), most if not all of this had to do with the simple fact that (a) this is a convention for gods sake and if you've ever had to suffer through any sort of one you know how mind-numbingly slow they move and (b) it's not like Mancaster, New York is known for its dangerous streets that just invite car chases and what not. But in terms of literally "LOL's"? They are abundant in an amount that can only be called a'plenty. I would have loved to even admitted to an "ROFL" or two, but hey, at my age, it's never guaranteed that after I get down on the floor that I'd be able to get back up.
The realization had fallen on him like a ten-ton iron piano full of anvils.
All-in-all - hang on: nope, NOT a Milli Vanilli title - the whole execution of the book was really spot on. The characters were very well developed - or at least as well developed as their lifespans within these pages allowed - and the execution (editing, putting quotation marks and commas where they belong, etc.) more than acceptable. The framing of Simon's abilities, namely that his powers required him to go into a trance-like state using a top-40 trash pop song from 1990 played on a WalkMin (read that again) worked and yes, simply perfectly so! But no, I did not decide to call his music selection trash pop so do not send ME your hate mail! I mean, let's be honest here: how else could you describe using lower beta frequency binaural beats to increase vibrations and thus improve overall reception from the Other Side? It's so obvious now that I've read it!
He didn’t know which direction to aim all that anger, so he just sat in it like secretly soiled pants.
In addition, the fact that Simon seems to embrace (accept? surrender to?) his loveable looser-hood just so even makes it more delicious. Like Schadenfreude - one of my favorite German words along with Gesundheit and Fussbodenschleifmaschinenverleih - cooked to perfection over an open flame and served with a nice Merlot and freshly grilled bacon (SPECK!!) slices! But here is this poor schmo working (meh) his first con, with a ricketedy old card table set up with essentially nothing impressive, with a prime spot next to the men's restrooms, hoping that the smell of urinal cakes from the bathroom might be mistaken for some kind of spiritualist potpourri! And that's even before we see him presenting himself to the masses with a hunched shuffle, a forced smile, and a trail of sweat in his wake that salmon could have swum up to spawn. Yummy, huh?
He casually strolled like a casually strolling man who casually didn’t want to be noticed.
So what have we achieved? Well, first and foremost, this is definitely going to get recommended in our Crypt'ers Reading challenge found on (see D.M.Guay's homepage or even join over on the Book of Faces). And secondly, well, now I've got to mow a few lawns - hey, I'm 83, it ain't easy (I also have dyslexia) - so I can rush out or at least hobble energetically and pick up the rest of Sinclair's catalogue! A lot of fun and definitely one you should try! In terms of the rest of my review, I'm only going to think it so the psychics out there can enjoy a little "me time" and tune in on their own. Like the author says: "Maybe talk to those voices in your head. Have a nice conversation with some dead people. Maybe a singalong." In other words…
September 5, 2022
A great little story which I really enjoyed. Loved the plot and the characters and thought the ending was done very well given that it could only be the one person left. Would have maybe liked it to be a little less obvious towards the end but a nice little read overall!
October 9, 2023
This is a fun little quirky murder mystery! If a murder mystery where the main character is also a suspect due to his very unusual psychic abilities can be described as a light little read with laughs, this is the one.
February 1, 2024
A lighthearted quirky murder mystery. The main character is a psychic….. or is he? A fun enjoyable look at the psychic world and how easily people will believe what that are led to believe. Enjoy the ride!
April 9, 2025
Started out good but it invalidated its own premise by the end. I didn't feel like the loose ends matched up. I really enjoyed it until the last 5 or 10 pages.
September 9, 2024
I think 3 stars is being overly generous. This is supposed to be funny, but it's not. Simon is just kind of a depressing sad sack. He decides to give up his 'day job' and become a full time psychic. He's got the ability to speak to dead people, but he's not great at it. He just didn't seem to care about himself and I didn't care either.
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