Boston Noir at Noir Bar
Here, at long last, some pics from the event at Noir Bar in the Charles Hotel. The setting was ideal: outside was a gawdawful rain storm, inside was dimly lit, muffled conversation, the clink of glassware.
Suddenly, a woman screamed...

Okay, not a woman, it was feedback from the mic as we got set up. It really was fun; I've mentioned the signature cocktails based on each of our stories, and can attest that the "Femme Sole" was elegant, tasty, and packed an unexpected wallop.

Here, I'm trying to "smolder." I'm not sure it's working, but I do enjoy a challenge.
Another element, one that made me feel almost like a performance artist, was the projection of old black and white noir films on the screens behind us.
L-R: me, Brendan DuBois (who did a cracker-jack job of introducing the book and the event), Lynne Heitman, and Russ Aborn.
We sold a bunch of books and the audience was super. Not a bad crowd, for a rainy Monday night. Thanks to the folks at Noir Bar for making a fun event!
Suddenly, a woman screamed...

Okay, not a woman, it was feedback from the mic as we got set up. It really was fun; I've mentioned the signature cocktails based on each of our stories, and can attest that the "Femme Sole" was elegant, tasty, and packed an unexpected wallop.

Here, I'm trying to "smolder." I'm not sure it's working, but I do enjoy a challenge.
Another element, one that made me feel almost like a performance artist, was the projection of old black and white noir films on the screens behind us.
L-R: me, Brendan DuBois (who did a cracker-jack job of introducing the book and the event), Lynne Heitman, and Russ Aborn.We sold a bunch of books and the audience was super. Not a bad crowd, for a rainy Monday night. Thanks to the folks at Noir Bar for making a fun event!
