E-Book Release: DEATH WEARS A TRICORN by Richard L. Rose

He weaved around the boxes and implements to get to the shelf and began to clear off the top of the box so that he could pull it out. He had a suspicion that the caller was Oscar Menendez. It certainly sounded like him. Menendez was one of the many reasons that Briggs was going to be glad to leave Northern Virginia. Things just weren’t the same any more. You couldn’t just develop a property; you had to dance around the Board of Zoning Appeals, the town council, the eco-nuts, and all kinds of ad hoc citizens groups like the Menendez crowd. When he was younger, he loved to mix it up with his adversaries, but now he was more than ready to sign it all over to his boys. Still, if Menendez or one of his supporters had been the caller, maybe the same person had killed Nuffield. Why would anyone be so opposed to clearing off an eyesore like Winterthorn and putting in a nice, clean-looking apartment complex like the ones he had built over on West Broad? From what he could tell, Menendez was just trying to turn a buck out of rabble-rousing and telling people how bad off they were and how he could change things. The man was a menace. Briggs had had to listen to his complaints every time he went for an exception before the BZA. Only when Nuffield had quieted him down had Briggs gotten any peace and finally been able to get approval of the site plan. Yes, it must have been one of Menendez’s people who called. They had figured out what Nuffield and he had done. But it didn’t matter now.

Winterthorn would be gone by the end of the year and, given a favorable hearing with the Board, they would break ground before spring. He really didn’t expect any trouble, unless Menendez and those other hotheads made a stink. Even if they did, it wouldn’t come to anything. He hadn’t really needed Nuffield unless one of the other board members had been replaced. With everyone re-elected to the Town Council, all of the Zoning Board members would retain their appointments. Nuffield had just been insurance. He probably shouldn’t have even bothered with him. The light had changed in the room. Briggs noticed that the single light bulb, high in the ceiling, had gone out, leaving the room lit from the doorway, where a dark figure was pulling on the rope to close the garage door.

Frameshifts  is a novel in two volumes, comprising eight linked stories about an imaginary region of Northern Virginia during the current and coming centuries: Stories about a quiet deal made by a city councilman unaware of the lethal consequences; about a young Air Force officer’s choice between career and corruption; about how the suicide of a young gay teacher draws friends and enemies into a tangle of betrayals; about the slander, Joe-job, and murder of an activist; and stories about a strange, theocratic community in Northern Virginia, its technology, and its Supreme Prophet. Now you can sample this book of books.

cover image of Death Wears a Tricorn

An e-book available for 99 cents for Kindle from Amazon.com (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007745H7S) and for other e-readers from Smashwords.com (http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/131990), which is also the distributor to Apple iPad  iBookstore, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Kobo, the Diesel eBook Store and Aldiko.

To sample this novel, you may (for 0.99 USD) order the first book, the mystery DEATH WEARS A TRICORN, about Harry Pettiford, the pensioner who has to go back to work to be able to afford the cost of his wife’s medical care. The day after managing the successful campaign of a town councilman, Harry discovers the winner lying on the floor of his hotel room with a memo spike in his chest and a tricorn hat on his head. The other lethal consequences of the councilman’s quiet deal lead to more stories in the Frameshifts Serieseach story a different discovery, each a different journey, each a different genre.  If the first book is to your liking, you may buy the whole novel, in two volumes, in either e-book or hardcover, as described in Rose’s blog: http://www.frameshifts.com.  See the reviews of Frameshifts on the

New Book Journal (http://newbookjournal.com/2011/09/%E2%80%9Cframeshifts%E2%80%9D-a-novel-in-two-volumes-by-dr-richard-l-rose/)

and Amazon.com at  : http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_1_11?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=frameshifts+rose&sprefix=frameshifts



We pass through the world, our daily lives, or we read it.

No other choice.

We pass through it deaf and blind or we give a reading.

We pass unconsciously through experiences or we frame and sample them,

Or we throw off the old frameworks and examples and shift to new readings.

Learning our way, we pass through the world or we read it.

Teachers—I was one—try to convince us to read the world:

Read it as geometry. Read it as landforms. Read it as politics and government.
Read it as chemistry. Read it as operations and formulas. Read it as a story—our first frame of reference. Read it as facts and dates. Read it as a poem.

Others—persuaders of all kinds—are all too ready to impose their readings:

Ready-made concepts, no preparation required: deodorant, nation, surround sound, race, write-offs, duty, a break you deserve, tax cuts, The People, and Those People. Lose weight, lose fear, lose your mind. Urgent. READ THIS NOW!
Your attention required.

But a good read is not always predictable. Take the FRAMESHIFTS series of ebooks, for example.

We pick up a mystery to escape from the airport, the humdrum, or the memory of the cubicle where we just spent 13 hours.

But what if the mystery turns into a portal into a different world, as if before one had set sail one had plotted a course in error. A few degrees off at the beginning of your trip leaves you far off course, putting you in a strange world, your frame of reference shifted.

As the mystery develops, another story emerges—a larger narrative in the background.

This background narrative becomes clearer as one reads. Several readers have compared the Northern Virginia world of FRAMESHIFTS to Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County because of its focus on the localities of Wando, Holburn, Fairall, and other imaginary areas of the Northern Region.

One reader, after finishing the first mystery, was shocked to find the second book was not a mystery. It was completely different—a strange military adventure—not in the Tom Clancy mode, but involving some of the characters from the first story. And the third story, about how the suicide of a young gay teacher leaves friends and enemies in a tangle of betrayals, also involved some of the same characters in a novella.

Each story is framed differently. The genre shifts from story to story. At this point, the reader told me, she knew that the book was giving her a problem to work out.

“Work?” I said. I was alarmed. Does the reader who goes to a book for escape want to work? “Why did you keep reading?” I asked.

Because that’s what readers do,” she replied. “They want to work out where the author is going.”

Exactly. Those are the readers I want to find:

Readers who enjoy being lost in a strange new territory. Readers who are open to a path that twists from mysteries to philosophy, suspense, poetry, history, adventure, military escapades, dramatic dialogues, letters, lectures, fictional memoirs, science fiction, dystopia, and political intrigue.

Tired of reading the same formulas? Try an ebook in the FRAMESHIFTS series by Richard L. Rose, a series written for readers who like to be lost in a strange new territory. Once inside the world of FRAMESHIFTS, you will begin to sense the larger story and vision of the series. AND EACH EBOOK ONLY COSTS 99 CENTS.

FRAMESHIFTS is about people who learn their way out of their dilemmas.

The first e-book in the series, soon to be released by Telemachus Press, is Death Wears A Tricorn. A city councilman in the Northern Virginia community of Holburn makes a quiet deal with unsuspected lethal consequences. Retired journalist Harry Pettiford, forced back into the workforce because of his wife’s high medical bills, manages the councilman’s successful campaign only to find his boss murdered in campaign headquarters. As Harry’s investigation makes him another target for the murderer, the perceptive reader discovers that another story has emerged, a story of a strange theocratic community withdrawing from the frenzied political scene of the D.C. region to await the floods of the Last Days in a guarded compound in rural Virginia. Harry, who is only trying to care for his wife, searches for an easy exit but, as if in a dream, only becomes more involved with politicians, terrorists, and reporter June Brightman, who has a dream of her own.

Like daily life, it’s a strange territory—if you only know how to read it.