Yeah! The Harry Seaburn Thriller Series debuted in January 2015 with The Feathered Virgin, the first of seven books telling the wild and mordantly comic story of a thief who is tough, brash, running on empty and wants a good woman, anybody’s good woman, but he tends to kill people. A new novel follows every month until Harry’s final caper in July 2015.
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The Joy of Crime(writing)
by Harry Seaburn
I’ve been told that in the pages of some of the better magazines I have been accused of encouraging criminality by my thrillers making it all seem like great fun. Yeah, well, it is. Great fun, I mean.
Also hard, hard work. I’m like most crooks – a happy, lazy man. I don’t like work, hard or any other kind. I prefer the quiet life with a beautiful, intelligent woman – your woman, perhaps? – than to be out grubbing around for a living. If you call rough work like rescuing maidens from burning yachts and stealing million-dollar paintings from museums floating in shark-infested seas fun (that’s in The Feathered Virgin), well, you need a shrink more than I.
On the other hand, and at the risk of offending my readers’ well-known sensibilities – of course, if you had any of those you wouldn’t be reading my life story, you’d be wallowing in tea cozy mysteries or over-educated police procedurals. Whoa, back to the point: people read about me because crooks are attractive. We are fun. We let our emotions run away. We feel a compulsion and we compulse.
Most of all, we don’t care about consequences. If I want to throw a man down the stairs in a restaurant, I do. Then I sit down to lunch. If I want to make a pass at the prettiest girl within seven leagues when her husband turns away, I do, and take the slapping or the punching if I’m not fast enough to run for it.
People like me do what we want. What can be more appealing than that? We have so much fun being bad you just can’t resist us. Go ahead, read The Feathered Virgin and just try to resist me. Ha!
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Now for too much about Steven Hardesty
War and thriller novelist, sci-fi, indie publisher, hungry traveler, military historian, Vietnam vet ’68-69 still trying to figure things out. Worked in Burma, Iran, Saudi Arabia, more. Grand places, tough living.
I like the tastes and smells of old bazaars. Seeing a desert rose bloom through snow beside a minaret. Standing in a haunted silver mine on a mountainside overlooking a jungle city. Stepping aside to let elephants pass on a Mandalay street. Drifting off to sleep listening to the baby cries of tigers in the hills. Meeting all the many kinds of people the world offers – grand, tough, exciting and sometimes terrible. Watching my child being born and thinking her the greatest adventure of all.
I write about these and other things in my novels and and short stories, and sometimes in my blogs Man Up a Tree with a Book and a Pizza (click in the menu bar) and Forgotten War Stories at
Oh, yes, for those who like to read dusty back issues, I’m Rafe van Zanzs in some places like Science Fiction Review and Arthur Cuff in others, such as Mike Shayne’s Mystery Magazine.