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Preliminary Adventures with the Devil Box – Intelligence, Artificial and Otherwise

BIG NEWS!

My new novel, Fester Descent, is available now in paperback, eBook and audiobook.

Cover for Fester Descent
Fester Descent

This is the sequel to fan-favorite Fester, set twenty years after the events of the first book:

Twenty years after Fester, the town is still running on inertia and bad decisions. Everyone assumes things will work themselves out. They never do.

Bolly Bollinger is trying to keep his father’s auto shop afloat while the town’s last old-money family keeps raising the rent. His stress relief is a local tradition known as a “zoo run.” He roars past the Schmidt mansion at top speed, flips off history, and pretends that counts as control. One night, the response is a gunshot. Bolly survives, but the consequences don’t stop there.

When Candy Troutman—an informant at Mike’s Place, Fester’s notorious brothel—is found murdered in her bathtub, Chief Constable Martin Prieboy moves to contain the damage. He wants answers quickly, order restored, and the town reassured. Instead, he gets a case that resists simplicity and rewards the wrong assumptions.

As the investigation tightens, Fester looks elsewhere. A failing shopping mall stumbles into viral fame after a Fourth of July Fun Fair triggers supposed hauntings and an influx of ghost hunters. The events may even involve a long-dead Native American. No one agrees. Everyone has an opinion.

Meanwhile, a volatile heir to a dying dynasty retreats into weapons, paranoia, and his three pet monkeys. A disgraced former chief isolates himself with a Vietnam-era tank. The town keeps moving, convinced that spectacle counts as progress.

Caught between economic pressure, civic certainty, and a system that refuses to slow down, Bolly and Martin find themselves on opposite sides of momentum that no longer cares who gets crushed. Fester Descent is a darkly comic crime novel about small-town justice, institutional stubbornness, and the comfort of bad answers. Savage, satirical, and escalating with gleeful inevitability, it proves that in Fester, the truth isn’t hidden—it’s just less entertaining than the alternative.

The Devil Box

How about that description? Did you like it or dislike it? More importantly, did it make you want to buy and read the book?

I’ve been very leery of AI for a long time. Anything that made Stephen Hawking nervous seemed a good thing to approach with extreme caution. Therefore, I was never particularly interested in finding out much about it. Sure, people on my social media feeds were posting all manner of interesting images, animations and music. There was a time – and it doesn’t seem like it was that long ago, but it probably was – that I would have been all over those toys. But the older I get, the more of the ornery Luddite comes out in me. Perhaps it because, having experienced it from inception to now, I can see how the promise of the internet devolved to a rage-click disinformation engine. Rant! Rave! Kinds these days! With their hair and their music! Etc.

Of course, my attitude softened when it became apparent I could use ChatGPT to help me with something I really dislike doing: marketing my own novels. Specifically, coming up with blurbs for Amazon and other advertising platforms. This is like pulling teeth, and most authors I know despise it. How do you encapsulate a 100,000-word story that you’ve spent months if not years laboring over, and condense it into two paragraphs? And do so in a way that will help twig Amazon’s algorithms and quickly engage the interest of potential readers? Usually, it’s a numb slog of writing and re-writing the same hundred words – a dreary task at best.

My wife had been using ChatGPT to help her job search, so the Devil Box had already gained admission to the household noosphere. She had been having good success in crafting resumes and cover letters. As anyone who has searched for a job in the last decade or so would know, the trick is getting past the resume-screening algorithms and get your credentials in front of a person. Use an algorithm to beat an algorithm – seems like a fair trade.

It wasn’t too far of a hop to figure that ChatGPT should be able to help get a leg up on the Amazon algorithms as well, so I fed in the text for the back-cover blurb I had already written, as well as the major plot points of the story that I thought would pique a reader’s interest. It took a little bit of massaging, but I eventually came up with the little gem you see above. Time will tell whether the Devil Box will actually help me sell more books.

There’s more to be said on the use of AI in writing, but I think that can wait for another post. Right now, I’m way into Larry McMurtry’s Streets of Laredo, and want to get to the end of that puppy.


Dillinger Exhumation: Dead or Alive?

Mourners at John Dillinger’s viewing in Mooresville, Indiana. Unlike the circus at the Chicago mortuary, these guys at least look somber and respectful.

In all likelihood, the proposed exhumation of John Dillinger is dead in the water. For those who haven’t followed my posts on this (here, here and here), I’ll give a quick capsule review.

In late July, a week after the 85th anniversary of the Biograph shooting (and also the release date for Jackrabbit), it was announced that Dillinger’s nephew Michael Thompson had obtained a permit from the Indiana Department of Health allowing him to exhume the body of his famous gangster uncle. Shortly thereafter, it was revealed that this was in some wise connected with a proposed biography of John Dillinger that the History Channel was preparing. The reason for the exhumation was to determine whether or not it was really Dillinger in the grave, addressing the “wrong man theory” that has been kicking around for decades.

Not all of Dillinger’s relatives were happy about this development, and the bickering began in public forums (fora?) as well as in the courtroom. Then things started to go a little sideways. The History Channel, without comment, announced that they were bailing on the putative documentary project. Then Crown Hill Cemetery started making noises about not going through with the exhumation. More complaints were filed in court.

The latest move was that Thompson had litigated against Crown Hill for the exhumation to move forward. That came to a screeching halt last week when a county judge ruled in favor of Crown Hill.

So here we are, largely as I had anticipated, with a bunch of legal wrangling ending in a stalemate. How do I feel about this? Well may you ask! I was agin it until I was fur it. Being a self-referential contrarian, I was vaguely opposed to the idea while it looked like it was likely to happen, but now that it doesn’t look like it will happen, I’m disappointed – and a little pissed.

An interesting quote from the IndyStar article:

“Court finds that the statutory requirements for this section of the statute are clear in that disinterment requires the cemetery owner to give consent before disinterment may occur,” Oakes’ ruling says, according to online court records, “and the statute does not require that the cemetery have a valid, rational, or meaningful reason.”

And it can be argued that Crown Hill doesn’t really have a “valid, rational, or meaningful reason.” The cemetery has said that disinterring Dillinger would be disruptive and potentially upsetting to family members of other Crown Hill residents. While that seems a valid concern, wouldn’t that also be applicable to every other exhumation at the cemetery? It’s really only a matter of degree, and if Dillinger’s exhumation would require more equipment and attract larger media attention, it seems that simple planning would mitigate many of the concerns Crown Hill cites.

In addition to being contrary, I am also somewhat conspiracy-minded. Given some of the weirdness surrounding this exhumation drama, I’m having a hard time avoiding the thought that there is more at work here than meets the eye. First of all, the History Channel pulled out of the documentary project with little fanfare and less explanation. It seems to me that even if the exhumation didn’t take place, the attendant publicity would be a boon for thier project. Second, and most obvious, are Crown Hill’s specious reasons for opposing the exhumation. Finally, and arguably the kicker is the FBI’s unprompted assertion that they really did “get their man” back in 1934 and that the body in Crown Point is really that of John Dillinger.

Now, I’ve never touted Jackrabbit as anything but a work of fiction. As I mentioned elsewhere, I had been familiar with the “wrong man theory” that the person shot outside the Biograph was really a low-level crook named Jimmy Lawrence. The novel started as a thought experiment about how that switcheroo actually occurred. One of the plot points was the J. Edgar hoover and the FBI knew that they had gotten the wrong man, but allowed it to be covered up to avoid embarassing themselves. Given all of the weirdness around the Dillinger exhumation, it doesn’t seem entirely too crazy to think that the FBI knows that it isn’t really Dillinger in that Crown Hill grave, and put pressure on the History Channel and the cemetery to put the kibosh on the exhumation.

Of course that’s just me talking my typical crazy-talk. It looks like we won’t find out for sure, at least in the short term. However, the judge in last week’s ruling dismissed the case without prejudice, meaning that a clever lawyer still might be able to argue that the cemetery is compelled to carry out the exhumation. Until then, however, the conspiracy theories will continue to circulate.