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		<title>The Red Barn &#8211; &#8220;Landmark Kill&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 02:13:31 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>He threaded his way through the small round tables scattered across a dark, cavernous room. Small floodlights in the ceiling cut through a fog of blue cigarette smoke. Somewhere, someone was torturing an acoustic guitar. Nevada Southern University was just across the desert—maybe half a mile away—and college kids with fake IDs crowded the tables, sitting on short stools and mismatched chairs. Smoking. Drinking jug wine from chipped coffee cups. Acting cool. Acting beat. Snapping their fingers instead of clapping their hands. Pretending they were something they weren’t. He saw some older faces among the students. Hip professors. It was perfect. It was the last place anyone would look for Ben Berlin. </p>
<p> When the Red Barn opened just off old Bond Road, a couple miles east of the Strip, it was an antique store with an Old West angle. The antique store didn’t last. A new owner came along and it reopened as a cowboy bar. That didn’t last either. The county fathers renamed the two lane road Tropicana Avenue and it still looked like a big red barn and the decor inside  … <a href="http://jwnelson.net/the-red-barn/">(more) <span class="meta-nav">&#8594; </span></a></p>
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		<title>&#8220;Joey&#8217;s Place&#8221; at The Writer&#8217;s Block Authors Showcase, June 24</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2017 03:30:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://www.thewritersblock.org/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"><img decoding="async" loading="lazy" class="alignright wp-image-778" src="http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/writersblock-150x65.jpg" alt="" width="307" height="133" srcset="http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/writersblock-150x65.jpg 150w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/writersblock-300x131.jpg 300w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/writersblock-768x335.jpg 768w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/writersblock-250x109.jpg 250w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/writersblock.jpg 940w" sizes="(max-width: 307px) 100vw, 307px" /></a>Please join me on <a href="http://www.thewritersblock.org/events/2017/6/24/local-author-showcase" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">June 24 at The Writer&#8217;s Block in Las Vegas</a> for its local author showcase, 5 to 7 p.m. </strong></p>
<p>&#8220;Joey&#8217;s Place&#8221; will be one of the featured books at this gathering and you&#8217;ll find a unique and eclectic mix of styles and subject matter in the other offerings. I look forward to meeting old friends and new ones.</p>
<p>The Writer’s Block is located in the heart of vintage Las Vegas, Nevada, at 1020 Fremont Street. I hope to see you there.</p>
<p>Use the form below to contact me for more information. Or email me at John@JWNelson.net.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>The joint had a nautical theme</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2017 05:10:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Up front, near the door, were four nickel slot-machines and one that took quarters. They looked dusty and unused. Along the wall opposite the bar there were booths pretending to be upholstered in red leather. They were empty except for one near the middle that held an old blond overflowing a shiny black spaghetti-strap dress and a fat man in a dark suit with his face in a bowl of chili. At least, it looked like chili. Their table was flush with empty highball glasses. The old blond was washed-out by too much neon and not enough fresh air. She took a drag on her cigarette and glared at her date’s head like she wanted to put it out in his bald spot. Maybe this was Gwen.</p>
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		<title>Generous praise for &#8220;Joey&#8217;s Place&#8221;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[JWN]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2016 02:10:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I was fortunate enough to take <strong><a href="http://truby.com/" target="_blank">John Truby</a></strong>&#8216;s Story Structure Class several years ago. That good fortune was multiplied when I spent time at his writers&#8217; studio, working with him on the film story breakdowns used as examples for his screenwriting software, which later became &#8220;<strong><a href="http://truby.com/blockbuster-2/" target="_blank">Blockbuster</a>.</strong>&#8221; A best-selling author, John teaches standing-room only classes around the world and has served as a consultant on over 1,000 film scripts. It was a remarkable learning experience.</p>
<p>Recently, I was flattered to learn that <strong><a href="http://truby.com/novelists-corner/" target="_blank">John had commented on &#8220;Joey&#8217;s Place&#8221;</a></strong> on his website (John updates this page regularly, so I&#8217;ve copied his comments below):</p>
<p>&#8220;Another big thumbs up for John Nelson’s detective novel, Joey’s Place. Nelson took the Anatomy of Story Masterclass so many years ago it was just called the Story Structure Class. He really knows his stuff. The story takes place in Las Vegas, 1970, the turning point when the city’s casinos went from mob control to corporate control. This allows Nelson to make the rare and difficult combination of detective story and historical drama. We not only get a terrific plot, we see the machinations play out within the making of a modern American city.  … <a href="http://jwnelson.net/generous-words-joeys-place/">(more) <span class="meta-nav">&#8594; </span></a></p>
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		<title>He still gets excited.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2016 19:39:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Two stiff young deputies bracketed the open doorway of a room on the first floor. Two older deputies caressing cigarettes leaned against the columns supporting the second story and blew smoke at the stars. All four jumped when Parkins almost put the unmarked sedan’s bumper into one of the columns, tortured the transmission into Park, threw open his door, and rushed into the room, holding up his badge like it was the Olympic torch. Slack-jawed, the deputies just watched him pass.</p>
<p>Fortuna reached over the front seat, turned off the ignition, and said to Ben, “He still gets excited.”</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">[from LANDMARK KILL]</p>
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		<title>Anchored to the bottom&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[JWN]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2015 04:46:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The dead woman’s skirt billowed like a parachute as she slowly rotated in the current from the pool filter. Her hair drifted around her head like sea-grass. Jill’s hair wasn’t that color or that long. That should have made him feel better, but it didn’t. There was a dead woman anchored to the bottom of the swimming pool.</p>
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		<title>Like visiting an old friend&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[JWN]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2015 04:38:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<h4>Near the end of <em>LANDMARK KILL</em>, I finally come back to a familiar place. It&#8217;s seven years before the events in my book, <em>JOEY&#8217;S PLACE, </em>and the town faces total ruin. It just doesn&#8217;t know it.</h4>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; Joey’s Place was unique for another reason. It was a private club with only one member, its co-owner, Joey Ross. “Cool Joey.” Everyone who walked through the front door was his personal guest. If you didn’t know Joey Ross, you didn’t get in. You didn’t get in to enjoy those private bungalows in back. You didn’t get in to relax by the spring-fed swimming pool surrounded by cool green lawns, palms and olive trees. You didn’t get in to gamble at its intimate, no-limit casino.</p>
<p>Movie stars, politicians, entertainers, millionaires, star athletes. Make a scene and you’d be shown the door and your card would be pulled, even if your name was Rockefeller, Garbo or Rainier. A slow night was when there was only an archduke or an Oscar winner in the house.</p>
<p>Ben walked past on the hot Strip sidewalk. Valet parking was full. And not because there was no self-parking. It was full because there was no off-season at Joey’s Place. The back entrance  … <a href="http://jwnelson.net/like-visiting-an-old-friend/">(more) <span class="meta-nav">&#8594; </span></a></p>
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		<title>A little Friday history&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[JWN]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2015 16:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8230; that has nothing to do with Las Vegas (except perhaps in the case of Nevada&#8217;s long-time, lone Representative in the U.S. House, Dem. Walter Baring, who referred to himself as a &#8220;Jeffersonian States&#8217; Rights Democrat&#8221;).</p>
<p>I have recently enjoyed receiving daily emails from <a href="http://delanceyplace.com/" target="_blank">Delanceyplace.com</a> containing interesting excerpts from a variety of books. Today&#8217;s email had an excerpt from Joseph J. Ellis&#8217;s &#8220;<em>American Sphinx: The Character of Thomas Jefferson,</em>&#8221; and described how our third president rarely spoke in public, preferring to use the written word.</p>
<p>Here is Jefferson requesting that James Madison carefully review the president&#8217;s first annual address to Congress: &#8216;Will you give this enclosed a revisal, not only as to matter, but diction. Where strictness of grammar does not weaken expression, it should be attended to in complaisance to the purists of New England. But where by small grammatical negligences the energy of an idea is condensed, or a word stands for a sentence, I hold grammatical rigor in contempt.&#8217; &#8230;</p>
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		<title>An impatient friend asked me&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[JWN]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2015 17:11:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When can I read &#8220;<em>Landmark Kill</em>?&#8221; And my response was:</p>
<p>&#8220;I have learned to spare no labor upon the process of writing a page four or five times over if nothing less will bring the words which express all that I mean, and nothing more than I mean.&#8221; Thomas Henry Huxley, 1927</p>
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		<title>A compliment left on the fan page&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[JWN]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2015 21:12:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<h4>This comment on the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/joeysplacebook" target="_blank"><em>JOEY&#8217;S PLACE</em> Facebook fan page</a> really resonated, reminding me of a major reason I wrote the book&#8230;</h4>
<p><img decoding="async" loading="lazy" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-280" src="http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/JP_CoverPage_313x231-150x110.jpg" alt="JP_CoverPage_313x231" width="150" height="110" srcset="http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/JP_CoverPage_313x231-150x110.jpg 150w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/JP_CoverPage_313x231-300x221.jpg 300w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/JP_CoverPage_313x231-203x150.jpg 203w, http://jwnelson.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/JP_CoverPage_313x231.jpg 313w" sizes="(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px" />I turned 22 in 1970. I grew up in Las Vegas but at that time I was two years into my thirty year career as a broadcaster. I bought my first house on Scenic Way that was near Lorenzi Park. I also got married that year. I read &#8220;Joey&#8217;s Place&#8221; this past (Labor Day) weekend. It was fun to be 22 again. I was able to go back to a home that no longer exists. The Vegas I used to know. Even now, as I write this, I can still see myself turning off the Strip to Convention Center Drive. The rotunda in front of me&#8230; the Landmark to the left, Channel 8 Drive to the right. Yes, I enjoyed the book. It was fun to be 22 again. &#8230; Most of my reading is non fiction. In fact the last fiction I read was a re-read of &#8220;Moby Dick.&#8221; I also have every Sherlock Holmes  … <a href="http://jwnelson.net/a-compliment-left-on-the-fan-page/">(more) <span class="meta-nav">&#8594; </span></a></p>
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