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Sunday, June 28, 2020

New Book Alert: Die For Her (Steele Raiders MC) by R.B. Hilliard; Modern Day Western Replaces Horses With Motorcycles, But Still Retains Old Western Values and Characters





New BookAlert: Die For Her (Steele Raiders MC) by R.B. Hilliard; Modern Day Western Replaces Horses With Motorcycles, But Still Retains Old Western Values and Characters
By Julie Sara Porter
Bookworm Reviews


PopSugar Reading Challenge: A Western

Spoilers: It's amazing when I come across several books with the same subjects and themes. It seems that "World Author Headquarters" often presents one person saying, "I am going to write about X." Then another author says, "Hold my beer" and vows to write a better one. I'm not accusing anyone of copying and plagiarism. Ideas float along in the air. Sometimes they hit more than one person and trends are born.

This year alone I have seen: Young people of color developing superhero and magical powers (Joshua N'Gon Last Prince of Alkebulahn by Anthony Hewitt, Djinn by Sang Kromah, Heck I will throw in last year's Sapphire and Planet Zero by Christina Blake), superheroes using their powers for mundane things not just saving lives (Joshua N'Gon, A Bounty With Strings by Markus' Matthews), fantasies which subvert light equalling good and dark equalling evil (The Other Magic by Derrick Smythe, The Unholy by Paul DeBlassie III, Empire Paladin Realm of Dead by M.S. Valdez), Children's books with an adult edge and sentimentality (The Voyages of Gethsarade by MG Claybrook, A Kite at the Edge of the World by Katy Grant), murders and kidnappings on island locations (Saint X by Alexis Schiatkin, On The Backs of Waves by Chiara Kelly), murder and kidnapping of young children (Saint X, On The Backs of Waves, Shove by Sarah Ciacia), the training of assassins (Blood of the Assassins by Bill Brewer, Loose Threads Cool Assasins by J.O. Quantaman), faerie creatures adjusting to the modern world (To Carry the Horn by Karen Meyers, Djinn),  and books about the terrifying future-though that's not a surprise (The Girl Who Found The Sun by Matthew S. Cox, Pandemic Aftermath How Coronavirus Changes Global Society by Trond Undheim, Altered Helix by Stephanie Hansen).

Another trend we can add are books about motorcycles and motorcycle enthusiasts, including gangs and clubs. First, I reviewed Lawless Justice by Karina Kantas, a psychological thriller about a gang of female vigilantes who ride their bikes to take vengeance against abusive lovers and white supremacists. Then, I reviewed Sleeping Around in America Revisiting the Roadside Motel, Andrew Beattie's photographic travelogue about visiting America's strangest motels via motorcycle. The third book about the love affair with getting the motor running and heading out on the highway is Die For Her by R.B. Hilliard, the latest in her Steele Raiders MC series.
Think of the Steele Raiders as the male counterparts to Karina Kantas' Kittnz, though with slight differences in writing and characterization. Whereas, Kantas treated her Lawless Justice protagonists like a team of female superheroes, or specifically a team of female super-antiheroes, Die For Her seems to borrow from another, earlier genre.

Die For Her is reminiscent of a modern Western with motorcycles replacing horses, as the noble steeds of choice. You have the club of good men, particularly their stalwart good hearted but gruff leader who make their own laws and are none too shy about enforcing them. You have the gentle good-hearted lady (who believe it or not yes works at a school though, not a teacher, a counselor) who is in a whole heap of trouble with some sinister bad men and needs to be protected by the good men. There are the bad girls with hearts of gold, though they are biker's girlfriends, called Ol' Ladies, not hookers, who hang out and service the fellas. There are the clear bad men who make things worse by selling drugs and murdering eyewitnesses. There are also the ineffectual lawmen who exist in these books solely to hide behind their badges and get in the way of our good hearted noble gang of vigilantes.

This motorcycle club of mostly good men are the Steele Raiders, a club once headed by Grizz Steele. Well, Grizz has gone off to that motorcycle clubhouse in the sky and his role as club president has been taken over by his son, Arlan. In fact, Grizz's death has left a huge gaping hole in the club and has made them enemies with local drug dealers. Arlan is trying to hold onto his legacy of the Raiders but still has to deal with competition within the club members for leadership positions, fights with the Ol' Ladies for the attention of the men, and the disgust of his brother, Carver, a police officer.

Arlan is introduced by family friends to Luciana "Lulu" Ferina. A bit too quickly, the two become lovers. Three months later, Lulu visits a troubled student and witnesses a murder. She first goes to the police, but just as quickly sneaks away when she realizes that one of the assassins is a cop. So with no other alternative, she calls Arlan and hides out at the Raiders' clubhouse. While at the clubhouse, she gets to know more about Arlan, the Raiders, the Ol' Ladies, and their friends and enemies.

While Lawless Justice looks at its gang with equal parts admiration for their feminism and independence and criticism for their extremely violent natures, Die For Her is clearly on the side of the Raiders. 
There isn't much gray area with their antagonists. The dealers are pure evil. The law enforcement are either corrupt or ineffectual. The Raiders are on the side of right and do their best to protect those they care about. Even if it means to commit bloody ends, particularly to characters, that as far as the book is concerned, deserve it.
I am not kidding when I compare Arlan Steele to a cowboy. He is like a character played by Gary Cooper, John Wayne, Kevin Costner, or Viggo Mortenson: a real manly man who doesn't speak much but when he does, it's important. He's not a toxic male, in that he has a sensitive side that is very protective of Lulu and others. But he would definitely be at home posing for a Harley or Marlboro ad. 

While Hilliard shows praise to the Raiders, she does on occasion reveal a dark side to the life of one completely involved with the motorcycle clubs. Arlan's widowed mother despairs that for her late husband, the club was the most important thing in his life and it's members were above her in importance. She fears that the same thing will happen with her son as well. 
There is also tremendous rivalry within and outside the gang. One member goes to great lengths to vie against another when Arlan declares him as vice president. Carver becomes a police officer partly to break away from the closeness shared between Grizz and Arlan in which he felt left out. One member turns traitor for the almighty dollar and and two others hide gambling and drug addictions to keep up with the fast life.

The female characters are unfortunately very undeveloped. They are either damsels in distress like Lulu, mothers, or biker girls. The Ol' Ladies and younger ones, called The Girls, appear to have very little to do but sleep with the male bikers, possibly get married, and gossip about Lulu, the new woman in their midst. They are the biker equivalent of rock and roll groupies, there to make the men feel good with little reason of their own. There is even a line where one of the Raiders dismisses the idea of female club members that are bikers, rather than just hangers-on. This Reader gets a hilarious delight imagining the Steele Raiders going up against the Kittnz of Karina Kantas' Lawless Justice. That would be a very interesting and entertaining battle of the sexes. 

Despite the modern milieu and motorcycles, there is something old fashioned about Die For Her that many Readers will like. It conjures up a simple of time of good vs. evil, where the lines are clearly drawn and good people will do anything for the ones that they love and swear to protect.

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

New Book Alert: Sleeping Around in America: Revisiting The Roadside Motel by Andrew Beattie; A Colorful Pictorial Look At America's Hidden Motels



New Book Alert: Sleeping Around in America: Revisiting The Roadside Motel by Andrew Beattie; A Colorful Pictorial Look At America's Hidden Motels

By Julie Sara Porter

Bookworm Reviews




If we can get past the whole Coronavirus pandemic and other issues, I would say that Andrew Beattie's Sleeping Around in America: Revisiting the Roadside Motel makes for a good book for summer travel. This summer, I would say "Maybe wait a little bit. But,certainly when the opportunity arises, travel and by all means take this book with you."


Beattie's book is a travelogue, photo book, and travel guide of visiting the U.S. via motorcycle and checking out the various motels. Not the big name chains like Motel 6, or Econo Lodge, or others. Instead these are the out of the way places with names like The June Motel, The Cadillac Motel, and the Thunderbird Inn Motel. Places that are owned by a variety of hoteliers including former rock stars, members of the Amish community, and people who are so fascinated with the 1950's that they give their guests the whole '50's going experience complete with decor and Doo Wop music playing on the speakers.

These are the type of places that you find when you aren't looking, just driving along the beaten path and feel your eyes droop with highway hyponisis. Suddenly, you see a friendly neon light up ahead and find a bed for the night. These motels are among the hidden but loved treasures that dot America's landscape.


In his introduction, Beattie explains his own memories of visiting motels complete with swimming pools and HBO playing on TV. (Remember when that was a draw?) He also recognizes the hospitality industry's contribution to the United States' ever changing appearance. "(Motels) are the biproduct of the growth of a society in a post-industrial age. They are a fixture of America's landscape. Motels contributed to the changing social behaviors, and not just sexual customs, because of the anonimity and convenience they provide. Add that motels represent the freedom of mobility and exploration that are two essential characteristics of the American Dream."

The first chapter covers the fascinating history of motels and how they were designed to capture drivers' interests almost as soon as the automobile was mass produced. In 1935, The Official AAA Camp Directory listed 9,841 with the number reaching its peak in 1961 with 60,951. Beattie estimates the number now to be about 3,000 and 6,000 independently owned and operated motels. Beattie recounts the motel's many connotations such as a symbol of freedom, a comfortable place for the night, and an out of the way place for lovers to engage in secret affairs. (What do you expect from a title like Sleeping Around in America? The double entrende is very evident.)


Beattie explains that he set to create The Motorcycle Chronicles, a directory of independent motels that motorcyclists could check into during their trips. Based on suggestions from Readers, articles from lifestyle and travel magazines, and Google, he sought to travel to fifty hotels in fifty days. In a moving paragraph, Beattie described his father's passing right when he began his project. Beattie's father shared a mutual love of motels and motorcycles, as well as cows. Beattie's father also had a brother who was a WWII pilot. When he began his journey, Beattie saw an abandoned motel sign on a field near a herd of cattle and the remnants of a private airplane. Looking at the sight as a sign from his late father, Beattie knew that he was on the right track.


Each motel is lovingly described with its timeless decor, brilliant amenities, friendly owners and personnel, and unique individuality which make them stand out from the cookie cutter sameness of the bigger hotel chains. For example, even though the June Motel straddles the border between upstate New York and Canada, it has a distinctly Floridian theme with its plastic flamingo themed decor, the pink walls, and the references to wine. (The pillows say "Good Wine" and "Good Vibes" and instead of Gideon Bibles, the drawers boast guides to good wine.) The effect is to make visitors feel the warmth of Florida while in the cold of the north.


Among the more interesting of the motels is the Caribbean Motel of Wildwood, New Jersey whose owners, Carolyn Emigh and George Miller put their love of the 1950's to a new level. The colors of avocado green and replicated vintage style furniture captures the time period. Emigh and Miller are members of Wildwood's Doo Wop Preservation League and have music from the 1950's pumped into the loudspeakers of each motel room.


The hotel's owners are about as eccentric as the buildings themselves. Kate's Lazy Meadows Motel is owned by B52's Kate Pierson and is purposely patterned after the group's 1989 hit song, "Love Shack," complete with the "tin roof (rusted)" and white lights that provide the "glitter on the front porch". However, it is not "down the Atlanta highway." Instead it is in the Catskills.


Another unique group of owners are Dee and Peter Shah, a couple that emigrated from India and integrated themselves into the Amish community of Ronks, Pennsylvania. The Shah's Cherry Lane Motor Court is a tribute to their Amish neighbors. They are friends of the community so provide technology and modern conveniences while having benches and furniture for their friends' uses.

These motels are useful to provide history lessons. Those who saw the 2018 Academy Award winning movie, Green Book will know of "The N#$&o Traveler's Green Book," a book that highlighted segregated places in which African-Americans could stay in without interference. One of those former establishments, the Inn of the Dove, still remains though is thankfully integrated. The fact that it still stands recognizes its involvement in such a history that lead to monumental change and continues to echo through current changes. Many other motels were at the center of cultural events such as inspiring Glenn Frey to write The Eagle's hit "Take It Easy" and where Bono stayed when he worked on U2's album, Under the Joshua Tree.




Some of the decor couldn't be kitschier if the owners tried. The Big Texan road sign features a large cowboy and the building's exterior features a model of (what else) the head of a large steer. The Wigwam Motel of Holbrook, Arizona has a Native American theme including Wigwam designed buildings. (Fans of the 2005 Pixar film, Cars, might recognize the parody tribute of the Cozy Cone Motel which transfroms the wigwam style buildings into safety cones for its automotive clientele.) Many weird colorful signs and decorations pop up throughout the book proving that the tourist traps and roadside attractions are alive and well.


I couldn't leave this review without mentioning the photographs. Beattie captures each motel's unique individuality with color and vibrance. They make the United States' landscape into one that is waiting to be explored and shared.




Sleeping Around in America Revisiting the Roadside Motel is a wonderful book that will inspire travelers to hit the road and visit these fascinating places. These travelers will certainly get their kicks on Route 66 and beyond.