Announcing a ticketed event with Christopher Moore on Wednesday, May 2, 7 pm for his new book, Noir. Tickets are $30 and include admission and a copy of Noir. On the night of the event only, an $18 Boswell gift card is available, in lieu of the event. Can't make it, we'll have a signed copy available for you to pick up for up to six months. Please note that purchasing a copy of Noir from Boswell on this website does not get you entry to the event. To purchase tickets, mooremke18.brownpapertickets.com.— Boswell Book Company
Has it really been three years since his last book? For those whose itch for a new Christopher Moore has gone unscratched for such a long, long time, a treat is in store. Moore turns his considerable comic skills to a new genre (title gives a hint), but with decidedly Mooreish twists and turns. The hardboiled detective is not a detective at all but a lust-besotted bartender with a gimp leg who just might be falling in love. The object of his desire is not some sweet damsel in distress and is quite capable of handling her problems on her own, but she accepts his assistance because she is similarly smitten. And can some creature odd and otherworldly ever be far away in a Christopher Moore novel? Of course not! Moore warns the reader early on that he stays true to the prejudices and languages that were pervasively standard for the time (1947) and place (San Francisco), but there is no mistaking this for anything written by anyone other than Christopher Moore. And we can be thankful for that.— Conrad
The absurdly outrageous, sarcastically satiric, and always entertaining New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore returns in finest madcap form with this zany noir set on the mean streets of post-World War II San Francisco, and featuring a diverse cast of characters, including a hapless bartender; his Chinese sidekick; a doll with sharp angles and dangerous curves; a tight-lipped Air Force general; a wisecracking waif; Petey, a black mamba; and many more.
San Francisco. Summer, 1947. A dame walks into a saloon . . .
It's not every afternoon that an enigmatic, comely blonde named Stilton (like the cheese) walks into the scruffy gin joint where Sammy "Two Toes" Tiffin tends bar. It's love at first sight, but before Sammy can make his move, an Air Force general named Remy arrives with some urgent business. 'Cause when you need something done, Sammy is the guy to go to; he's got the connections on the street.
Meanwhile, a suspicious flying object has been spotted up the Pacific coast in Washington State near Mount Rainer, followed by a mysterious plane crash in a distant patch of desert in New Mexico that goes by the name Roswell. But the real weirdness is happening on the streets of the City by the Bay.
When one of Sammy's schemes goes south and the Cheese mysteriously vanishes, Sammy is forced to contend with his own dark secrets--and more than a few strange goings on--if he wants to find his girl.
Think Raymond Chandler meets Damon Runyon with more than a dash of Bugs Bunny and the Looney Tunes All Stars. It's all very, very Noir. It's all very, very Christopher Moore.