Crooked Little Vein

Burned-out private dick Michael McGill needs to jump-start his career. What he gets instead is a cattle prod to the crotch. The president's heroin-addicted chief of staff wants McGill to find the Constitution—the real one the Founding Fathers secretly devised for the time of gravest crisis. And with God, civility, and Mom's homemade apple pie already dead or dying, that time is now. But McGill has a talent for stumbling into every imaginable depravity—and this case is driving him even deeper into America's darkest, dankest underbelly, toward obscenities that boggle even his mind.

Los Angeles Times Book Review

“A heart-shredding work of scatological brilliance that gleefully annihilates private-eye tropes and pole-vaults over taste lines.”

Entertainment Weekly, EW 100 Pick

“[A] brilliantly nasty and weird detective novel.”

Globe and Mail (Toronto)

“[C]ompletely compulsive, impossible to put down.”

Chicago Tribune

“CROOKED LITTLE VEIN...is a book readers will not soon forget.”

Entertainment Weekly

“Not for the faint of heart...surprisingly funny (with shades of Lamb author Christopher Moore).”

Lansing State Journal

“[M]ay be destined to become one of the great underground classics of the 21st century.”

The Gazette (Montreal)

“A relentlessly fascinating page-turner...brilliantly and effervescently subversive.”

Los Angeles Times

“Ellis is a formidable talent whose wit and insight fit perfectly into the crime genre.”

Philadelphia Inquirer

“[A] much-needed kick in the butt for a genre that may be more stagnant than its enthusiasts realize.”

Winnipeg Free Press

“Packed with exciting, hilarious, and disturbing events...outrageously entertaining.”

Toronto Star

“So funny you may just laugh out loud.”

New York magazine

“If you’re looking for an antidote to the stifling formulae of genre fiction, this could be your book.”

Brad Meltzer, New York Times bestselling author of THE BOOK OF FATE and writer of The Justice League series

“Get ready for a wonderful kick in the teeth that’ll make you lick your bloody lip with masochistic joy. ”

William Gibson, author of Spook Country

“Stop it. You’re frightening me.”

Charlotte Observer

“[L]augh-out-loud funny...a deeply inventive look at the undercurrents beneath the mainstream popular culture.”

Joss Whedon, creator, writer and director of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series

“Funny, inventive and blithely appalling, this book is Dante on paint fumes.”

Forbes.com

“[S]omewhere between the noir of Frank Miller and dark comedy of Chuck Palahniuk.”

Library Journal

“A high-energy joyride.”

Kevin J. Anderson, New York Times bestselling co-author of HUNTERS OF DUNE

“CROOKED LITTLE VEIN is a gem of a book -- angry, hilarious, and just plain weird...compulsively so.”

Kinky Friedman, author of Ten Little Indians

“Warren Ellis writes like a bi-polar Raymond Chandler.”

Myspace Books

“There’s at least one surprise, laugh, and genius turn of phrase per page here. ”

Madison County Herald (Mississippi)

“Think Kurt Vonnegut having tea with William Burroughs and a bipolar Raymond Chandler...Ellis takes your breath away.”

Publishers Weekly

“[A] snappily paced homage to William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch.”

Boise Weekly

“[A] fast-paced and funny read...unforgettable.”

Neal Bohl for Crimespree

“CROOKED LITTLE VEIN is a wild, rambling, funny look at the dark alleys of the American sexual landscape.”

PopMatters.com

“Rich, dark humor and biting look at the world.”

From the Back Cover

Burned-out private dick Michael McGill needs to jump-start his career. What he gets instead is a cattle prod to the crotch. The president's heroin-addicted chief of staff wants McGill to find the Constitution—the real one the Founding Fathers secretly devised for the time of gravest crisis. And with God, civility, and Mom's homemade apple pie already dead or dying, that time is now. But McGill has a talent for stumbling into every imaginable depravity—and this case is driving him even deeper into America's darkest, dankest underbelly, toward obscenities that boggle even his mind.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Crooked Little VeinA NovelBy Warren EllisHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2008 Warren EllisAll right reserved.ISBN: 9780061252051Chapter OneI opened my eyes to see the rat taking a piss in my coffee mug. It was a huge brown bastard; had a body like a turd with legs and beady black eyes full of secret rat knowledge. Making a smug huffing sound, it threw itself from the table to the floor, and scuttled back into the hole in the wall where it had spent the last three months planning new ways to screw me around. I'd tried nailing wood over the gap in the wainscot, but it gnawed through it and spat the wet pieces into my shoes. After that, I spiked bait with warfarin, but the poison seemed to somehow cause it to evolve and become a super-rat. I nailed it across the eyes once with a lucky shot with the butt of my gun, but it got up again and shat in my telephone.I dragged myself all the way awake, lurching forward in my office chair. The stink of rat urine steaming and festering in my mug stabbed me into unwelcome wakefulness, but I'd rather have had coffee. I unstuck my backside from the sweaty leatherette of the chair, fought my way upright, and padded stiff-legged to the bathroom adjacent to my office. I knew that one of these days someone was going to burst into the office unannounced to find a naked private investigator taking a piss with the bathroom door open. There was a time where I cared about that sort of thing. Some time before I started living in my own office, I think.My suit and shirt were piled on the plastic chair I use for clients. I stole it from a twenty-four-hour diner off Union Square, back in my professional drinking days. I picked up the shirt and sniffed it experimentally. It seemed to me that it'd last another day before it had to be washed, although there was a nagging thought at the back of my mind that maybe it actually reeked and my sense of smell was shot. I held up the sleeve and examined the armpit. Slightly yellowish. But then, so was everything else in the office. No one would see it with the jacket on, anyway.I rifled the jacket for cigarettes, harvested one, and went back to my chair. I swabbed some of the nicotine scum off the window behind the chair with the edge of my hand and peered down at my little piece of Manhattan street.Gentrification had stopped dead several doors west of my spot overlooking Avenue B. You could actually see the line. That side of the line; Biafran cuisine, sparkling plastic secure window units, women called Imogen and Saffron, men called Josh and Morgan. My side of the line; crack whores, burned-out cars, bullets stuck in door frames, and men called Father-Eating Bastard. It's almost a point of honor to live near a crackhouse, like living in a pre-Rudy Zone, a piece of Old New York.Across the street from me is the old building that the police sent tanks into, about five years back, to dislodge a community of squatters. The media never covered the guys in the crackhouse down the street a little way, hanging out of their windows, scabs dropping off their faces onto the heads of the rubberneckers down below, cheering the police on for getting those cheapass squatter motherfuckers off their block. You think the tanks ever came for the crackhouse? Did they hell.I was new there, back then. All tingly with the notion of being a private detective in the big city. I was twenty-five, still all full of having been the child prodigy at the local desk of the main Pinkerton office in Chicago since I was twenty. But I was going to fly solo, do something less corporate and more real, make a difference in lives.It started going wrong on the second day, when the signpainter inscribing my name on the office door made a mistake and took off before I noticed. To the world at large I am now Michael Mgil Private Invest Gator. . It's always the first line of a consultation. "No, it's McGill."Some asshole scraped the I out of investigator with their keys six months ago. I simply can't be bothered to fix that one. For all the work I get, I may as well be an invest gator. Every two days, I actually go down to the pay phone on the corner to call my own phone and leave a message on the answering machine to make sure it's all still working.I don't have a secretary. Sometimes I flip on a phone voice-changer I got for five bucks on eBay and pretend to be my own secretary. It is very sad.I blew stale-tasting cigarette smoke at the windowglass, looked down at people moving around the street, and debated what to do. I was fairly sure it was Saturday, so I didn't need to be there pretending I had a career. On the downside, I didn't have anywhere else to go. I could have coaxed my old laptop into life and gone on the Web to read about someone else's life, but I feared my email.Maybe, I thought, it was time to leave the office, go out into the sunlight, and give the hell up.Kids were playing in the street, which isn't something I ever saw often from my window. I considered, and watched, reaching for my coffee mug by reflex as I idly chased trains of thought around my head.It occurs to me now that if I hadn't seen the man in black on the far side of the street at that exact second, I would probably still be brushing my teeth with bleach.But I did. The absolute stereotypical man in black, with the shades and the earpiece and the stone face.And another, down the street.I leaned over. A third was outside the door to my building.Continues...Excerpted from Crooked Little Veinby Warren Ellis Copyright © 2008 by Warren Ellis. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

About the Author

Warren Ellis is one of the most prolific, read, and admired graphic novelists in the world and the creator of Transmetropolitan and The Authority. He lives in southern England with his partner, Niki, and their daughter, Lilith. He never sleeps.

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