AREA 10 is New York noir, from the forgotten subway platforms to the bloated, fish-chewed corpses dragged from the East River. It might surprise those who know me as a diehard Red Sox fan who grew up in Massachusetts, but I was born and spent the first five years of my life in the Big Apple, where my Dad was an investigative reporter covering the Mafia for the New York Times. I remember New York in the '70s as a place both wondrous and terrifying, and I tried to imbue AREA 10 with that feeling.
As an editor, sometimes you find writers who you just know are your type of, uh, writer.
You know because you can throw any weird idea at them, and they come back with, “I think I’ve got something on that.” And then they actually do.
That’s what happened with Christos Gage when, a few years back, I mentioned one of my odd little fascinations to him. I have quite a few, as it turns out. But for some reason, at this point in my life, I was intensely fascinated with things that go wrong with brains.
Blame The Killer Inside Me.
It’s spring of 1991 -- well, really winter since I was living in Ithaca, NY where it’s warm likes two weeks out of the year -- there was a big recession on, a war in Iraq, I was only working part-time (some things never change, right? jk) and I’m standing in an independent bookstore and this scary-ass face is staring back at me. It’s the cover to The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson. Never heard of him. But loved the jacket design (Day-Glo orange stripes with black type and a creepy black lizard on it) and so I picked it up.
AREA TEN by Christos Gage and artist Chris Samnee
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