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EVERYDAY MALFEASANCE 
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Only two things keep EVERYDAY MALFEASANCE from being a crime novel like Jim’s other books—it’s not about crime and it isn’t a novel.
Rather, it is a collection on potentially humorous essays, incidents, very short stories, vignettes—each one about everyday people trying to get by, stay out of trouble, maybe bend the rules when necessary. The Italians call it “fregatura,” that normal activity just-this-side-of criminal behavior.
So maybe the book is about crime, in a way. And maybe all the little stories add up to one big story. In a way.
So let’s take it back— EVERYDAY MALFEASANCE is a crime novel.
Chapters include:
Red Stained and Rising (Ankle Deep in Sloppy Joe), The Killer Duck Demands Butter, L’Toaster, Gerto ë Gertosen (A Strange Tale of Viking Customs), The Old Man and the Sea, Jingles of Gibberish, The Hoover from Hades, Dick Nixon in Alaska, The Rage of Weasels, Packing Patty Melts Hot, Guru of the Floss, Guigi (My Lover, My Vampire), Requiem for a Featherweight, Why I Love Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Darth at the Manger, Jingles of Gibberish (Part 5), Broccoli at Christmas, My Search for the Seventh Sock. And many more.
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THE FAMILY FARM 
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Aging Vermont farmer Warren Lareaux refuses to give up any piece of his land or of his life—not for love, not for family, not for the law. His brother Ty represents all three of these forces. The two men are thrown into a deadly battle that neither one wants nor can escape. Can either brother survive the magnificent forced combat?
THE FAMILY FARM is DeFilippi’s first novel set in Vermont, the state he has lived in since 1974.
From Page 380:
Ty clipped the mike back onto the side of the radio, took the keys from the ignition, unlocked the glove compartment, and took the Smith and Wesson Police Special from its holster. His hand was still bleeding and he had trouble fitting his fingers around the handle and trigger. Pushing with his left hand, he pressed the revolver into position. He left the car, walked toward the house, letting the gun hang heavy at his side like a suitcase full of regret.
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SPEEDO 
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Chester Earl Costagravas needs to get hold of some wedding money before his Julietta leaves him for someone offering her a better reception. First, there’s the thousands of dollars on the table, just begging to be heisted, at Dr. Bohansen’s weekly poker game. Then there’s the stolen Yogomani lamp that Chester Earl’s buddy Ralphie says is worth a lot, created by the Chinese during the Tang dynasty before they got around to inventing fake orange juice. Julietta’s mother and foster brother, Foster, are no help—they’re under indictment for driving up to a museum in Albany and attacking a ceramic buffalo with baseball bats.
Oh, and it’s 1999, and Ralphie says this new year, this Twenty-hundred, will bring calamity and confusion.
So, when Chester Earl’s kid brother comes to him terrified with a story of watching a head-shot suicide that left no body, Chester Earl must think of a solution for everything.
And he must do it quick.
They often call Chester Earl “SPEEDO.”
From page 57:
Bohansen ran out of breath. He looked up and over and he saw Winnie at the bottom of the staircase. She was moving slowly toward the group of men. She had on her cranberry top and white panties again. Out in front of her, she was holding the big Winchester Magnum Greenhead from the closet in the extra bedroom. She advanced into the foyer, one hand around the shotgun’s trigger guard, and her left arm stretched way out to hold the shotgun at the front of the hand-hold, right below its green vented barrel.
The midget-punk was growling now, and trying to bite.
From the floor, Bohansen turned and yelled up, “Winnie, shoot them. Shoot them both. Winnie, kill them.”
The tall one yelled, “Winnie, don’t, we gotta go.”
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COP, COP, LAWYER 
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COP, COP, LAWYER is DeFilippi’s most complex novel. It continues the story of Long Island homicide cop Joe LaLuna (BLOOD SUGAR). Joe is back from being dead, back from the Islands, back on the job, and still in love with his high school sweetie—the still troubled and still dangerous Audie McKenna.
From Page 245:
When LaLuna was seated behind his desk, Mike put the gym bag and the Orangina onto the floor, reached down into the bag, brought out a wire hanger that had been twisted out straight, sharpened to a point, and hooked back at its sharpened end. He laid the thing on LaLuna’s desk. LaLuna looked at it. Then Mike took out an old wooden-shafted golf club that had been broken off at about a foot, put that beside the hanger. Then Mike unholstered his Police Special Smith and Wesson .38—put that on the desk too. All three objects in a neat line, like Rockettes.
Mike pointed at the three, asked LaLuna, “What are these?”
LaLuna pulled the sides of his mouth down, shook his head. “Tools of elimination?”
Mike said, “No. Well, yes, hopefully, eventually, but why’m I showing you them?”
LaLuna shook his head again. “Boredom?”
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COP, COP, LAWYER Part 2
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JIVE PALACE 
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Jive Palace is a literary crime novel set in 1966. Truman Capote has just published his classic crime book, In Cold Blood. Smalltime reporter Vincenzo Jimmy Spacone gets a lead that Capote missed the real story of the killings. As Spacone gets drawn deeper and deeper into the story, he realizes that it will either deify him as a reporter, or crucify him as a man.
From page 174:
When the television set puffed out a gray cloud of smoke and went black, he went to the movies. But every picture was about him. It was Jimmy Spacone trapped along with the Hombre and the innocents in that slat-board cabin on top of the desert knoll, with Richard Boone sneering ugly and telling they were all going to die from the heat of his bullets. And Jimmy did die from bullet wounds, after FBI Agent Purvis blasted him and Bonnie and Clyde all to hell in the back seat of their Model T because Michael J. Pollard’s dad had ratted them out. And he never got a chance to screw the beautiful Bonnie, even thought Clyde didn’t seem to want to, and she seemed so willing all the time. And Jimmy hurled insults back and forth with Liz and Dick and Virginia Woolf—he was the only sober one there—and Steve McQueen stayed as cool as ever but you could tell that he felt bad for Jimmy, his little Chinese coolie boy aboard the Sand Pueblo, when the thugs hung him up by his wrists and kept cutting slices across his chest until his guts fell out.
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FOG 50 
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Post-traumatic Stress Disorder wasn’t around in 1956, but Soldier Malökovsky sure left some good chunk of himself in that North Korean P.O.W. cage, and he came back home packing something malignant inside him instead.
FOG 50 poses as a 1950s hard-boiled pulp crime novel, but read between the lines, read between the chapters. This novel’s ending might shock you. It sure as hell shocked Soldier.
From page 98:
I learned later that it was on April 26, 1951, that a meaty member of a primatial sub-species opened my cage and hiked his right thumb up into the air like an umpire calling out a runner. I looked out at him. He mumbled some guttural gibberish, then yelled the same phrase louder, twice, and again hiked up his thumb. I climbed out of the cage and started walking toward the guard shack. I knew that he was going to shoot me, but I didn’t know if it would be in the back of the head or lower down, so I kept stopping and looking back. Every few steps that I took, I looked back. I’ve been looking back ever since.
Operation Little Switch had exchanged one hundred and fifty sick and wounded P.O.W’s, and within three days, after getting adrenaline shots and salve and nervous, congratulatory slaps on the back, I was on a troop ship headed back to the West Coast.
A trip to Korea had killed Al Jolson, but hadn’t quite killed me.
On that cruise back home, I didn’t feel sick and I didn’t look wounded, so for a short time everyone, including me, thought that I had left my time north of the 38th parallel behind me. I hadn’t.
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DUCK ALLEY
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Jay Tasti and Albert Niklozak grew up in the 1950’s and 1960’s in a tough little section of Long island called Duck Alley. The sounds of garbage cans clattering and railroad cars rumbling by were usually drowned out by their teary-eyed laughter.
The friendship held steady into adulthood. But when the decomposed body of a teenage girl is found half-washed out of the earth in upstate New York, their friendship begins to unravel. Set into motion is a series of events that will test the two friends’ commitment to each other, to themselves, and most of all to their sense of honor.
From page 190:
As I had come into the warehouse, I had been surprised by some guy I didn't know, stepping out in front of me. He was shorter than me, but broad, with a gray golf shirt stretched tight over muscle and a dead serious expression. His face looked like Yogi Berra sniffing bad egg salad…
I said to this hatchet boy, "Look, just tell Albert that the guy who almost killed Buster Cook is out here waiting to see him. Please."
Muscles didn't say anything to that, just turned and went into the office, to come back out within thirty seconds, still looking serious. He brought his face up close to mine and he spoke very slowly, softly, evenly, but with meaning behind it. "Mr. Niklozak says he's the one almost killed Buster Cook."
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BLOOD SUGAR
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Thirty years ago in high school, Audrey McKenna could drive Joe LaLuna blind with her beauty and her secrets, with a Coke on the side.
Now Joe is an ace Long Island homicide detective, and she's a murder suspect, still using her beauty and secrets and coke to blind lovers like Joe.
From page11:
But the script changed when LaLuna, instead of saying something that ended with the word "Ma'am," said, "Hi, Audie, how's it going?"
And the new widow looked up from her cigarette smoke, and blinked, and answered him, "Hello, Joe, you mean other that that?" And she hiked her thumb in the direction of upstairs, up to where her dead husband was lying in bed.
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To find out above purchasing a hard copy of BLOOD SUGAR, personally inscribed to you and signed by the author ($10, includes postage), please inquire with an E-mail to: jim@jimdefilippi.com
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