The evolution of the Frank Nagler Mysteries: A couple samples from early versions.

The Frank Nagler Mystery series began with a small police blog item in a newspaper years ago.

Soon, I began to write a series of short sketches to build out the story. I must have written four or five, each one adding depth to the original story of a break-in and unknown thief.

Recently my older brother send a package of stuff to his son, and in that pack were two forgotten entries to that list.

I hadn’t seen them in years, but they provided a curious look into how the series took shape.

For the uninitiated, the Frank Nagler Mysteries tell the story of the investigations of Ironton, N.J. Detective Frank Nagler. They tell a dystopian tale of the city, fallen on hard economic times, beset by crooked politicians, battered by weather and years of stagnation. Hope dies and crime breeds.

And Nagler persists, carrying the weight of grief for his wife and his city.

In these early versions, Nagler did not exist, but I was surprised to find, the kernel of the decline of the city was greatly evident.

The character who is present is Charlie Adams, who readers know becomes a serial killer.

What’s interesting is the writing. These were composed when I was in my 20s. They are a mish-mash of dreamy thematic descriptions and some not-bad character set ups.

A couple samples:

“And how when the river slides along the docks, cool green water, mixing the Chenango and the Susquehanna, how as they merge there is one audible creak, one small twinge of pain, one small whisper that time has come. And why in the gathering of winds do the rattles of loose shutters or the grinding of a broken cornice fill the personless air? Why is it through decay we reason rebirth?”

(Okay, that was painful.)

A later version:

“The heavy truck lurches to a stop, its load shifting a bit. The engine puffed like a tired ox, long in the yolk. At first the trucks arrived singly, days a part. They would thunder during the day, their loads of red beams shining in the hot summer sun. And at night they would leave almost without a sound…..

…The light changed to green…In two years the new college would be standing. Behind him, framed by his rearview mirrors, the driver could see reflected the old city standing gray and smoky in a late afternoon sun. (Somewhat better.)

And then Charlie Adams: “Yet something great was at war with his physical being. His hands worked fiercely at his hat, his breathing came in deep, strong pulls, slow and deep, then faster and shorter. Suddenly he leaped at the table. “Goddamn all of them! Damn everyone!” His bellow rattled through the empty building. His mind exploded as never before. “All the time laughin’ and pointin. Someday I’m gonna go out and smash someone or something and no one is gonna laugh anymore. Someday they’ll say, ‘yeah, that’s the guy. Yeah, he’s the guy.’ “

What’s important about this version of Charlie Adams is that he embodies the clash that fills the entire series: The clash between the haves and the have-nots. Much of this characterization gets transferred to Frank Nagler as he fights for his city and his life. Charlie over time becomes a megalomaniacal killer, but one who knows where he came from – the wrong side of the tracks – and it fuels his rage.

 

 

My interview on The Author’s Show that discusses the series and the last award-winning entry, “The Weight of Living,” is playing continuously for three days. from April 17 to 19. See the accompanying and for details.

Link: https://wnbnetworkwest.com/WnbAuthorsShow3.html?fbclid=IwAR0zHjdLh62XomD8Cjo63SzuoCMognhi-dvKIDcE9I5Ab-ITZ2Egr3wo59o

The Frank Nagler books are available online at Barnes and Noble, and Amazon.

 

Look for the new book in the series, “The Red Hand,” coming soon.

 

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Hello cancer, my old friend (Apologies to Paul Simon)

And it makes me so terribly sad for those families for whom the diagnosis is much worse. And for those who have lived through a family member or friend dying of the other types of cancer, aggressive, relentless killers, or dementia and Alzheimer’s, or any other condition that steals a life.

This is a weird place to be.

And I don’t mention it because I want to scare anyone, but because it is a weird place to be.

I’m going to have a kidney removed in late June because it contains what appears to be a tumor that for all odds is cancer. They won’t know for sure until the tumor is removed and biopsied, but as I’ve told relatives, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it’s a duck.

That’s the really horrible news. And a month after being told, it is still horrible news.

But then, turns out, it’s not as bad as it sounds.

A month ago I passed a kidney stone. During the follow-up to ensure that the stone had passed, an ultra sound exam picked up what was called a “renal mass.”

Three weeks of tests later — I’ve had so many CT scans, I could rent myself out as a night light – it was determined that the mass was a roughly 2-inch tumor in my left kidney.

It has been there for 10 years, when a scan found a tiny spot, but whoever did the scan was not looking for a spot on my kidney, but for something else I have forgotten about.

It took 10 years for it to grow enough to be noticed for what it actually is, a tumor.

Researching the disease, and discussions with the doctor, reveal that kidney cancer is a somewhat odd thing in the cancer world. Sometimes it involves other organs and tissues, and grows aggressively, and sometimes it doesn’t.

Mine didn’t.

It is wholly contained inside the kidney, so removal of the kidney will remove the tumor, the doctor said.

There is no involvement of any muscle or fat tissues, or any other organ. This type of kidney cancer spreads first to the lungs, and a test last week showed it has not spread.

It was clear that Dr. Lai was relieved to tell me that.

Granted nothing in the medical world is guaranteed, so even after I lose my kidney, they will test for cancer in the area vacated by the kidney.

That’s why this is weird.

I kept my foot on the brake when the light turned green and the tractor trailer that ran the red light didn’t broadside me. The falling tree landed in the other direction.

I got lucky. It seems.

And it makes me so terribly sad for those families for whom the diagnosis is much worse. And for those who have lived through a family member or friend dying of the other types of cancer, aggressive, relentless killers, or dementia and Alzheimer’s, or any other condition that steals a life.

I suppose I should be running around hair on fire,

But I’m not. And I wouldn’t be if the diagnosis was worse. No buckets lists, no righting of wrongs, no apologies for the jerk I might have been.

Life is about ups and downs, success and failure, great joy and disappointments, loss, remembrance and happiness, usually all at the same time.

This is not acceptance or giving up.

This is – and we all do this daily by living — raging against the dying light, not by complaining about fate, but by living, doing and being.

The last song that was playing on the truck radio the other day was Joe Walsh’s “Life’s Been Good.”

And it has been.

That’s why I’ve been lucky.

We’ll see what happens.

 

 

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Reading and discussion 1 p.m., May 11 at Independence library

I will be at the Independence branch of the Warren County Library at 1 p.m. Saturday, May 11 for a reading and discussion about the Frank Nagler Mysteries and other writing topics, including the new book in the series, “The Red Hand.”

Thanks to director Lorraine Bloom for the invitation and the effort to set up the session.

I spoke at this library last year and had a wonderful time. The room was not booked for another event that afternoon so our session ran long as library visitors dropped in and stayed for a while.

I’m looking forward to another interesting, fun event.

The library is located at 40 Route 46, just north of Hackettstown.

Independent residents are blessed to be the home of an active public library.

I’m looking forward to meeting more of you on May 11.

 

 

In other news, my interview on The Author’s Show will repeat all day, May 8.

It is a wide-ranging discussion about my writing career, including my career as a journalist, and the genesis of the Frank Nagler books.

 

The Nagler books are available in ebook and paperback at:

https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1548863995&sr=1-1

 

An anthology edition, containing  all three Nagler books and a bonus short story, “Who Shot the Smart Guy  at the Blackboard?”  is available in ebook, paperback and hardcover at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=The+Frank+Nagler+Mysteries%3A+An+Anthology

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nagler-mysteries-michael-stephen-daigle/1129938809?ean=9781944653125

An audio version of “The Swamps of Jersey” is available at: https://www.amazon.com/The-Swamps-of-Jersey/dp/B07BT8WHM3/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

 

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Not this time

There is still time to tell of this.

With time later to gather the paper and ink and envelopes and stamps, the formalities of the end. Because, in time, they must be gathered.

Not this time.

There will be time to study the darkness descending.

The beast will slink back to the gloom, watery eyes hungry for me, it’s gangrenous teeth awaiting my bones.

It will not have them yet. There is a scar of near miss.

The beast can wait; all paths lead to its lair.

It knows it has the luxury of time we do not.

Time for now will be measured by the taste of you on my tongue, the drift of a rose on your pebbled skin, by the wind and new flowers and rain, by bees hunting for dew, by arms outstretched gathering sun and sound and joy and the mystery of all that is and was.

Time will not be measured by sorrow.

Not now.

Not this time.

Time now is measured by being.

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New 5-star review for ‘The Weight of Living’

New 5-star Goodreads review of “The Weight of Living:” “What a great read! A complex plot in a gloomy setting with characters honed to perfection. Detective Frank Nagler is one of those characters that could be real; intuitive, dedicated, but with baggage and a soft spot. My kind of guy. I’m not usually drawn into a story like I was this one. I finished the book in record time.” Thanks, Marc Cullison.

Also, The Author’s Show will repeat my interview for 24 hours starting at midnight Monday, April 22.:

The Link https://wnbnetworkwest.com/WnbAuthorsShow3.html?fbclid=IwAR0zHjdLh62XomD8Cjo63SzuoCMognhi-dvKIDcE9I5Ab-ITZ2Egr3wo59o

The Nagler books are available in ebook and paperback at:

https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1548863995&sr=1-1

 

An anthology edition, containing  all three Nagler books and a bonus short story, “Who Shot the Smart Guy  at the Blackboard?”  is available in ebook, paperback and hardcover at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=The+Frank+Nagler+Mysteries%3A+An+Anthology

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nagler-mysteries-michael-stephen-daigle/1129938809?ean=9781944653125

 

An audio version of “The Swamps of Jersey” is available at: https://www.amazon.com/The-Swamps-of-Jersey/dp/B07BT8WHM3/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

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A new 5-star review for ‘The Swamps of Jersey’

A 5-star review for “The Swamps of Jersey” Thank you Arthur.

 

Arthur W. Turfa

 

5.0 out of 5 starsRealistic, well-written mystery

“Michael Daigle combines his experience as a journalist with impressive fiction-writing skills to craft something that could have come out of the headlines. The concept of place has always intrigued me. In this tale of a once-prosperous New Jersey city that battles natural and human-made disasters, he places realistic characters in this murder mystery. Seemingly unrelated events and clues actually fit together, and Detective Frank Nagler tries to make sense of it all.
The author’s style is crisp and exciting. I want to read more, and heartily recommend Michael Daigle to anyone!”

The beginning: Scene One of “The Swamps of Jersey:”

“The ringing phone grabbed Detective Frank Nagler from the fitful sleep he had found crammed into an office chair like a discarded suit jacket. It was three a.m.

The phone rang again, buzzing like a swarm of flies. He rolled dizzily sideways, slammed his feet to the floor and sat in the chair, feeling his back clench. Crap, that hurt. The phone rang again. And again. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and waited for one more ring, then picked up the receiver. “You’re kidding,” he replied wearily to the dispatcher’s request. “What’s next, locusts? Yeah, never mind. Thanks. Just what we need after all this. Be there soon.”

He wrapped himself in his long black raincoat that had become his shield against the wet and raging world, and leaned into the outer door as the hurricane winds slapped him awake.

He had not seen the sky for days, felt the heat of the sun, wore dry shoes or walked outside without that raincoat since the storm blew in and sealed the hills above the city with a dense smothering grayness, a swirling menace of thunder clouds and shrieking winds that pounded the city with an apocalyptic rain that sent the Baptist preachers howling to the hills about sin and damnation. It emptied the grocery store shelves of everything but a few cans of cream of mushroom soup, and locked the residents in the top floors of their homes as the river crashed its banks, flooded streets and rearranged the city landscape like a madman with an earth mover.

The placid, blue August sky had been replaced by rain that came and stayed. Rain with menace, rain that pulsed around corners dark with dislodged pieces of the earth as it ripped away every weak thing it could; rain that claimed, rain soulless and dark as evil; that challenged knowledge; rain that took possession.

The ancients knew what to do with rain like this, he thought wickedly, squinting into the horizontal blast of water.

Conjure an honest man with a ship and spin a parable about the wages of sin. Nagler laughed sourly. And then get out of town.

Nagler plowed his car through the treacherous bumper-deep water that filled the downtown streets. Random spotlights, swinging loosely from dangling wires on damaged poles or hanging off ripped roof tops banged with the hollow, doomed echo of cathedral bells at the end of times and flashed a shifting and sinister light on flooded parking lots or intersections rippling with dark water. Store after store was dark, some with boards covering glass windows; others had jagged shards of glass that gleamed menacingly in the fractured light, hanging in dented window frames.”

 

Published by Imzadi Publishing, Tulsa, OK. Cover by Anita Dugan-Moore.

The Nagler books are available in ebook and paperback at:

https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1548863995&sr=1-1

 

An anthology edition, containing  all three Nagler books and a bonus short story, “Who Shot the Smart Guy  at the Blackboard?”  is available in ebook, paperback and hardcover at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=The+Frank+Nagler+Mysteries%3A+An+Anthology

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nagler-mysteries-michael-stephen-daigle/1129938809?ean=9781944653125

 

An audio version of “The Swamps of Jersey” is available at: https://www.amazon.com/The-Swamps-of-Jersey/dp/B07BT8WHM3/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

 

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A sample from WIP ‘Mount Jensen:’ Cooking class, a three-ooff omelet

A knife load of butter, three fingers of chopped onion, a fistful of sliced potatoes, turned twice, and then pushed to the edge of the grill, away from the main heat.

Four pieces of toast, six fried eggs sunny-side-up arranged like a cyclops board meeting. Ham at the side, bacon across the front; toast popped, buttered, eggs over, a wave of garlic and onion powders, then a splash of parsley flakes. Two plates, a couple scoops , Henderson pirouetted and Hank the plumber and Eugene had their breakfasts, ham for Eugene, bacon for Hank.

“You might see some extra trade this week,” Hank said, his mouth full. “Folks down the road at the new place gonna be shut up for a few days while I replace most of their plumbing, the hot water heater and a furnace. I told them when they moved in two years ago that all them systems was set to fail and they should try to replace one piece at a time to avoid the disruption.” He shook his head is disgust. “Big city New Yorkers. Didn’t want to hear it from some backwoods plumber. But the plumbing goes back to when old man Megan ran a machine shop outta there. He just patched the leaks. There’s three water heaters stacked down there and the furnace is probably forty years old. Amazed it worked at all.” He piled in another load of eggs and washed it down with coffee.

“And what were you doing down in their cellar to start with?” Eugene asked, knowing the answer. “Wasn’t because you’re the town’s plumbing inspector, was it?”

Hank laughed. “Well, of course it was. But that didn’t make them fixtures any better.”

Henderson absorbed the news with a curious, wrinkled face. Since Bagels & Brews opened two years ago, his business had actually increased. A couple dozen more cars in Mount Jensen every day was good for everyone, he figured.

Still, he thought, maybe I’ll have Dan Wilson drop off a load of bagels, just in case.

“That’ll cost ‘em,” he replied to Hank.

“I ain’t complaining,” Hank smiled back. “The plumber comes for us all.”

“Who comes for the plumber?” Eugene asked, grinning.

“The man in black,” Tender whispered from the corner. Which just took the humor right out of the air.

“Thanks for cheering us up, there Tender,” Henderson said shaking his head.

“Just the truth,” Tender replied.

“What’s the man in black need?” Henderson asked.

“More coffee,” Tender said. “And a side of toast.”

Hank swiped the last of the egg yolk off his plate with a crust of toast, and nodded.

“You know, Henderson, they’re giving cooking classes down there.”

Eugene slapped Hank’s back. “Well, you’re just full of news today, ain’t ya?”

“Just saying. It’s mostly stuff on their dinner menu. Baked bass with a wine sauce, lemon poached trout with leeks and capers, bunch of fancy sauces.”

Henderson laughed. “What am I supposed to teach? Greasy homefries by the bucket? Cheeseburger specials?” He winked at Eugene.

Hank blushed and stammered. “Omelets. Country omelets.”

Henderson grinned. “Okay.” He reached for stainless bowl. There was a little egg yolk on the edge. He wiped it off with his apron.

“Consider the egg. Or as the French say, an ooff.”

“I think that’s urf, o-e-u-f,” Tender interrupted.

“How do you get urf out of o-e-u-f, there Tender? No ‘r” so it’s ooff. More than one are ooffs. We’ll use three ooffs for our omelet.”

He held out the bowl and cracked an egg one handed on the lip.

“Ain’t you supposed’ta crack ‘em on a flat surface?” Tender asked.

Henderson sighed. “Not if that flat surface is dirtier than the edge of the bowl,” he growled, grinning. “That’s what cooking’s for. So, three ooffs, a little salt and pepper, whisk vigorously,” — he did so with wide eyes and a crazy grin – “slab of butter on the grill, pour on the ooffs, add ham, onion and peppers, cheese if you have a mind. Flip and roll. Voila, a three-ooff omelet. Serve with toast.”

The men at the counter applauded.

“Thank you, thank you,” Henderson bowed and spread his arms in mock tribute.

Hank chimed in. “What if I want a heart-healthy omelet?”

“Eat oatmeal,” Eugene replied.

“You want a heart-healthy omelet?” Henderson asked. “That’s egg whites, air with a little color, Merage without the sugar, the caramelization and the lemon filling. There ain’t enough stuff in the kitchen to make egg whites taste like food.”

Work called, and the diner emptied, all but Tender.

“You could be a good cook, if you wanted to,” he said, voice like a ghost.

Henderson smiled, then sighed. “Maybe.” To himself: Did I give up that idea? He settled into the silence with a cup of coffee.

The door bell chimed. Henderson glanced up and recognized the way-too-yellow blazer and smiling round, Boy Scout face of the real estate agent whose face was attached to the door hanger left on the diner’s entrance. Dan Coates. Golden Mile Realty.

“Still serving?” Dan Coates asked.

Henderson finished his coffee and wiped the counter. “Sure. What’d ya have in mind?”

Dan Coates removed the too-yellow jacket and draped it over an open space on the counter, unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up each sleeve with exquisite care, each roll precise so that it did not wrinkle the linen shirt. His short brown hair didn’t move.

Then he sat. If he noticed the still messy grill and pile of pans on the side of the stove, he said nothing.

“Could you make eggs benedict, with a green tea?”

“I got Earl Grey. I don’t have a lot of tea drinkers as regulars,” Henderson replied, placing a napkin, knife spoon and fork in front of Dan Coates. He placed a tea cup and saucer, a tea bag and a pot of hot water on the counter. Tender was unsure when he had last seen a pot of tea water at Henderson’s diner; tea was usually served with a cup of hot water and a maybe a napkin and Henderson would toss the tea bag to the customer. But there was a game here, he understood. He had seen Dan Coates’ door hanger declaring, “I have many interested buyers for your property!!” Property in Mount Jensen moved slowly; families stayed. The last sale of any consequence was Megan’s old shop that became the new diner, and that was three years ago. Before that it could have been eight or nine years, maybe the Schmidt’s farm on West Hill Road, Tender guessed.

“I have to make the hollandaise,” Henderson said. “Be a couple of minutes.”

He pulled out a square baking pan and filled it with water, lit a fire under it and placed two small glass bowls in the water for a bain marie. He put an English muffin in the toaster and slipped four thin slices of ham on the grill. “Local ham okay?” Dan Coates nodded and sipped his tea.

Henderson then pulled out three eggs, separated the yolks, split a lemon and placed a few ounces of water in a stainless pot and set it to boil. With the bain marie boiling he dropped the flame and placed an egg in each bowl.

He combined the water, egg yolks, lemon juice and some butter and slowly whipped the sauce, then placed it in the bain marie, Muffins buttered, then ham, the perfectly poached eggs, then the sauce, golden and warm.

He presented the meal to Dan Coates. “Eggs benedict. More water for your tea?”

Dan Coates smiled and said, “Thank you, please.” He cut into the eggs and the yolks spilled out over the ham and the muffin. Perfect, Henderson thought.

“Seem pretty interested in Mount Jenson,” Tender said as he raised an eyebrow to Henderson. “Usually pretty slow here.”

Between bites, Dan Coates, said, “Interest is picking up. This is excellent, the sauce sublime,” he nodded to his eggs. “Bank rates are low, buyers looking to invest, retire. And lake front property? Great combination.”

Henderson asked. “How eager are these buyers?”

Dan Coates sensed the probing tension. Small towners, protective of their little lots and homes. “They have reserve of cash. They are ready to move.”

He finished his breakfast and stood. He dropped a twenty on the counter. Flatly:  “Keep it.” Then he slipped his arms into his too-yellow jacket, smiled and walked to the door. “Oh, who owns that old hotel. Great place to start. I see condos.”

Henderson coughed out a smile. “No one knows. Been vacant for years. Do you always ask questions that you know the answers to?”

Dan Coates paused half in his jacket, his soft face bright red.

“You seem to know something about that place,” Henderson said.

Dan Coates’ face lost the cuteness. “I’m in real estate. I try to stay ahead of the completion.” He turned.

“Hey, Mr. Coates,” Tender called out. “Your buyers local?”

Dan Coates’ lips formed a thin, dark smile. “They have interest, and they have money. That’s all I need to know. Thank you, gentlemen.”

Henderson watched Dan Coates open the door to his black Mercedes, nod once, slip behind the wheel and pull out, kicking up dust.

Henderson shook his head, pocketed the twenty and removed the dishes. He glanced at Tender. “Oswald told me that someone has been at the county tax office poking around the old Jensen properties. Think we just saw the snooper.”

He scooped up a fingerful of the hollandaise. Not bad, he thought.

 

Please consider the Frank Nagler Mysteries:

Reviewer: “I highly recommend this read and the full series. Kudos to the author.” 

 

The Nagler books are available in ebook and paperback at:

https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1548863995&sr=1-1

 

An anthology edition, containing  all three Nagler books and a bonus short story, “Who Shot the Smart Guy  at the Blackboard?”  is available in ebook, paperback and hardcover at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=The+Frank+Nagler+Mysteries%3A+An+Anthology

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nagler-mysteries-michael-stephen-daigle/1129938809?ean=9781944653125

 

An audio version of “The Swamps of Jersey” is available at: https://www.amazon.com/The-Swamps-of-Jersey/dp/B07BT8WHM3/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

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The ‘official’ cover reveal for ‘The Red Hand’: Clues in plain sight

“Of course they were red, the hand prints. The color of blood, red; the color of life, dripping between the hollow cracks of the siding. Leaking, crimson, chosen carefully. I’m here, the killer said, bragging. Try to find me. – Jimmy Dawson.”

 

A note on the cover. A wall in the Ironton, N.J. police station is covered by the haphazard taping of crime scene photos.  Detective Frank Nagler stares at the wall daily seeking the path to the killer. How close will he get, and more important, how close will the killer get to him?

 

Thanks to Anita-Dugan Moore, graphic designer for Imzadi Publishing and Cyber-Bytz for another stunning cover.

This is the prequel to the other three Frank Nagler Mysteries, set 20 years before  “The Swamps of Jersey.”

“The Red Hand” is Nagler’s baptism into the world of horrific crime, and to the heartache that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Who killed nine women in Ironton, N.J.?  And why is the medical examiner calling the cases “an experiment in death?”  It is also the story of Frank and Martha Nagler, lovers for life. Their tenderness is at times an antidote to the brutality that overtakes Ironton. Finally the stories examines how the spread of lies, the fear those lies create and the how that fear can be manipulated by those with the power  to do so.

 

Look for the publishing date. And thanks for your support.

The Frank Nagler Mysteries are:

“The Swamps of Jersey” 2014.

“A Game Called Dead,” 2016, was named a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Book Contest.

“The Weight of Living” (2017) was awarded FIRST PLACE for Mysteries in the 2017 Royal Dragonfly Book Contest;

Named a NOTABLE 100 Book in the 2018 Shelf Unbound Indie Book Contest;

Named a DISTINGUISHED FAVORITE in the 2018 Independent Press Awards,

Named a DISTINGUISHED FAVORITE in the 2018 Big NYC Book Contest.

 

Reviewer: “I highly recommend this read and the full series. Kudos to the author.” 

 

The Nagler books are available in ebook and paperback at:

https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1548863995&sr=1-1

 

An anthology edition, containing  all three Nagler books and a bonus short story, “Who Shot the Smart Guy  at the Blackboard?”  is available in ebook, paperback and hardcover at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=The+Frank+Nagler+Mysteries%3A+An+Anthology

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nagler-mysteries-michael-stephen-daigle/1129938809?ean=9781944653125

 

An audio version of “The Swamps of Jersey” is available at: https://www.amazon.com/The-Swamps-of-Jersey/dp/B07BT8WHM3/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

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The link to my interview on the Author’s Show

This is the live link (for 25 hours) to my interview with writer Linda Thompson on The Author’s Show, a web network for authors to discuss their work. Please give a listen. (Thanks!) The interview will be rebroadcast on March 28.

My thanks to Linda for the excellent questions, and to Anita Dugan-Moore of my publisher, Imzadi Publishing, for putting me in contact with The Author’s Show

 

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Five questions for poet Arthur Turfa

Arthur Turfa is a writer, poet and teacher who lives in South Carolina. His poetry has the weight of place and person, and the ephemeral sense of love and loss.

We exchanged questions and answers. The link to my answers to his questions is listed below.

 

  1. You are an ordained Lutheran minister, have served in the U.S. Army and are a teacher. How have those aspects of your life influenced your writing?

They have made me aware of connections between places, things, and people. Additionally they have taken me to places/situations where I otherwise would never have been. As a pastor/chaplain I have had some significant moments of great joy, irony, and interest. Having taught on several levels I have learned to be more reflective.
There are poems about parishes I have served, places where I have taught, and even about my deployment to Germany.

 

  1. What was your inspiration to take up writing poetry?

At first I wanted to write lyrics for songs; by then I realized I would never be a guitarist. Having learned that Bob Dylan was well-read, I started to read poetry, and wanted to write my own.
After a few years I had to write research pears, lesson plans, sermons, and anything but poetry. But I always read and enjoyed poetry.

3. How does your writing influence your teaching?

As I teach poetry, often the same poems each semester, I develop more of an appreciation for them. Thereby I have more of a feel for these poems, and poetry in general. While I would not consider myself to be on a par with the poets whom I teach, I do have some insight into the creative process, and can relate to what they are doing.
I also make connections with some of what I write to things that I teach. When teaching sonnets, I show some of mine, done in various styles. When students speak to something that is in a poem, I will privately share the poem with them. some have even bought my books: at a discount!

  1. Who are the writers whose works you return to for enjoyment and/or inspiration?


The primary ones are W.H. Auden, T.S. Eliot, Rainier Maria Rilke and W.B. Yeats. I can read German easily, and with some care French. I find myself going through periods where I binge on a poet or a school.
Some prose writers influence me, especially John Updike. He gives a lot of detail about a scene, and that influences me.

 

  1. Describe your writing method. Are you a note taker? Do you write daily?

While I try to take notes, and usually keep an idea in my mind. Sometimes an image or idea pops into my head. I will work on it, often in longhand, and then revise on a computer. When I write, I like playing instrumental string music to provide a cushion from everything else.

Please include information about where your books can be purchased.

https://www.amazon.com/Arthur-Turfa/e/B00YJ9LNOA

https://www.electiopublishing.com/bookstore/search?keyword=Turfa
http://muddyfordpress.com/broad-river-books/
https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/saluda-reflections-by-arthur-turfa/

The link to Arthurs’ questions for me:

https://awturfa.blogspot.com/2019/02/six-questions-for-writer-michael-daigle.html

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