Yeah, the seven book Harry Seaburn Thriller Series starting with The Feathered Virgin tells 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 shoot people and what good woman would want him?
It’s hard to know where to begin in telling the story of the stories about Harry. Except to say Harry is a hard-nosed thief and hopeless romantic who has no money despite the millions he manages to steal, no woman to call his own and half the criminal world wants to kill him, for good reason.
He operates around the edges of two great criminal syndicates in Miami that would happily crush him as irritating competition. He makes money out of crazy, taking on gigs no other crook would dare. He believes there’s no real life outside of his personal thief’s paradise in a circus town between the Gulf of Mexico and the Everglades. And he couldn’t manage to stay alive or survive his mismatched loves without the help of his stripper landlady and a hippie throwback swamp woman. And a guy named Bitter Bob (you’ll find out) and a mega supergeek who hates all humans but Harry.
To see what Harry says about all this read, on!
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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!