It’s 1979 in New York City and Charley McCormick loves the Deuce—42nd Street between 7th and 8th Avenues—more than anything in the world. He loves the peculiar low-budget movies. He loves the bizarre all-night circus of it all. But when a pretty girl sits beside him at a horror double feature at the Harris and ends up dead before the lights come back on, his scene is turned upside down…and Charley is thrown into whirlwind of murder and betrayal where no one is what they seem. As he winds through a network of sex workers, gangsters, and B movie producers, Charley gets himself in so deeply there is no choice but to unravel what started on the Forty-Two and might very well end in the city morgue.
“A gritty, Grindhouse love letter to my old stomping ground.”
—Christa Faust, author of Choke Hold
“Ed Kurtz brings to life the seedy splendor of Times Square at the close of the 1970s like no writer I’ve seen before. The Forty-Two is a crime novel, but underneath all the grit and blood beats the heart of a hardboiled love story.”
—Hilary Davidson, author of Blood Always Tells
“I visited in the mid ’80s and caught the last glimpse of the Deuce’s sleazy glory days before it was cleaned up, and what struck me most about The Forty-Two was how vividly Kurtz captured it on the page. You can see it, hear it, smell it. Keep an eye on Ed Kurtz. I think he’s going to do great things.”
—Ray Garton, author of Frankenstorm