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Douglas "Deesh" Sharp lives in the Bronx, paying his rent by hauling junk for cash. Then he and two pals head upstate to dispose of a sealed oil drum heavy enough to contain a body, things spiral out of control. Deesh becomes a victim of betrayal ― and the prime suspect in three murders. And when a young jockey breaks her silence about gambling and organized crime, Deesh learns how her story might, against all odds, free him from a life behind bars.
Watch Me Go (Thorndike Large Print Crime Scene), by Mark Wisniewski- Brand: Wisniewski, Mark
- Published on: 2015-06-03
- Format: Large Print
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.60" h x .90" w x 5.60" l,
- Binding: Hardcover
- 431 pages
Review Praise for Watch Me Go:“Mark Wisniewski’s finely observed Watch Me Go… is a good story smartly told, whose characters learn that love and forgiveness are much better things to chase and catch than the empty promises of gold, good luck and false glory." —The Wall Street Journal“Like many great novels, Wisniewski’s shows that compassionate love, as unpredictable as it can sometimes be, is the most fitting answer to human corruption and menace. A masterwork of technique, theme, and style, Watch Me Go will stay with readers long after they’ve put the book down.”— The Iowa Review“Full of cinematic thrill, speed, and fate…a page-turning book…Wisniewski does an excellent job writing about the fury and hunger that arise out of marginality and lack of power, and that energy resonates throughout the book…It’s rare to read a story with morals that doesn’t feel like a morality tale. Read this book.” —Los Angeles Review of Books"Wisniewski sifts the scum, unflinching. He shies neither from the battered dreams of a grandstander nor from the stench of a bush-league stable...it’s Wisniewski’s pervading compassion, his understanding of hardship, which places Watch Me Go on the topmost shelf of horse racing novels."—The Kenyon Review“Wisniewski artfully brings to life the hardscrabble and crooked lives surrounding the Finger Lakes horse racing track. He shows us how racial prejudice still runs rampant in American life and how justice is sometimes meted out in the most circumstantial of ways. But perhaps most important, he brings to light the countless ways that love—romantic and familial—is as complicated as it is essential…Wisniewski is a sure and smart writer, and his philosophy never gets in the way of his story, which is suspenseful and original and wholly unpredictable.”—Minneapolis Star Tribune“[C]hannels the best of [Wisniewski’s] profluent short fiction… Watch Me Go feels particularly apt to our national present, when police procedure is under constant scrutiny…Wisniewski’s prose burns forward, but he knows when to slow the pace.” —The Millions “Outstanding…Wisniewski deftly alternates perspectives and narrative threads… just what fans of literate and nuanced daylight noir will relish.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review "...wonderfully raw and gritty..." —Booklist "Pure, muscular storytelling … irresistible." —Salman Rushdie, #1 New York Times–bestselling author
“Mark Wisniewski is a damn good writer.” —Ben Fountain, New York Times–bestselling author of Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk
“With Watch Me Go, Mark Wisniewski has constructed a fabulous noir that touches on the third-rail of American life and the inside rail at the track. His voice is down-to-earth and sharp, delivering swift, salty pages concerning murder and jails, justice and damaged souls.” —Daniel Woodrell, PEN award winner and Edgar nominated author of Winter’s Bone
“A smart, richly observed noir thriller, located somewhere on the border between Richard Price and Daniel Woodrell. It’s full of double-crosses and secrets, yes, but Watch Me Go is also thoughtful, complex and compassionate in its depiction of these visceral characters and their circumstances.” —National Book Award Finalist Dan Chaon, author of Await Your Reply
"The structure of the novel allows for the kind of tension associated with a thriller, adding an element of mystery to a narrative that never has its conclusion in doubt, as well as giving each beat in the plot its own menacing little cliffhanger.... [Wisniewski's] storytelling owes more to the gothic Americana of Carson McCullers than the sharp, twisty unphilosophical page-turners of Donald E. Westlake.... Wisniewski capably provides two distinct, disparate narratives and plays them off one another to great effect, with the form and the intensity of storytelling.... Wisniewski looks at love, hope, and desperation through the lens of gambling: how a mistery world can make gamblers of us all and how we order and anticipate our losses to minimize pain." —Winnipeg Free Press“Wisniewski has created an enthralling thriller centered around a pair of vulnerable individuals teetering on the brink of survival. This is an irresistible story told with smart prose and thoughtful narratives. It is at once a meditation on love, loss and the price of justice.”—Shepherd Express (Milwaukee)“A compelling and gritty work of literary noir.” —Largehearted Boy “A timely, gritty, poignant novel.” —Heidi Pitlor, series editor of The Best American Short Stories and author of The Birthdays
“A gritty tale of mystery and desire, it breaks from the gate with power and grace and never falters. This book has legs.” —Pulitzer Prize Finalist Lee Martin, author of The Bright Forever
Watch Me Go is urgent, wrenching, and—as the two entwined narratives pick up speed and consequence—riveting. The momentum carries us through to revelations about family and redemption . . . A deft and sure novel.” —Rebecca Makkai, author of The Hundred-Year House and The Borrower
"A deeply-felt story of the way two people, a young Black man and a White woman, are damned equally by the choices they make as well as the circumstances forced upon them. The novel unfolds with the pace of a thriller, leading us through the world of gambling, horse-racing, and prisons both real and imagined, all told in voices that ring true from start to finish.” —Ru Freeman, author of A Disobedient Girl and On Sal Mal Lane
"Mark Wisniewski's gift for inhabiting his characters, body and soul, is more than impressive—it smacks of the dark arts, and Watch Me Go is scary good. Seductively plotted, crazily well-written, and wholly gripping, this book at once gallops headlong and stops you in your tracks with a truths-per-page quotient that is off the charts—laser-fine insights into how we love, leave, gamble, lose, redeem, and strive once more for love. Get a good grip on the reins, reader: Watch Me Go is one hell of a ride." —Tim Johnston, author of Descent and Irish Girl
"Watch Me Go is a nuanced, suspenseful work of a prodigious and stunning imagination. Mark Wisniewski has created a literary novel of suspense that displays on every page the author's bracing intelligence and humanity." —Christine Sneed, author of Little Known Facts and Portraits of a Few of the People I've Made Cry
"Watch Me Go’s timeless weaving of narratives about love, luck, and loss is wonderfully suspenseful and insightful. Wisniewski has crafted a soulful thriller that kept me guessing until the final page." —Alethea Black, author of I Knew You’d Be Lovely
About the Author Mark Wisniewski’s fiction has been published in The Best American Short Stories, The Southern Review, Antioch Review, and Virginia Quarterly Review. His stories have won a Pushcart Prize and a Tobias Wolff Award, and numerous fellowships in fiction. He lives with his wife on a lake in upstate New York.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. "To answer your question,” Bark says to me, “I’m going to my
place so we can stop being scared.”
“And you really think a gun’ll help us with that?” James says.
“I do,” Bark says. “And yes, Jimmy, that is just my opinion. But
we are talking about a ride in my truck, so anytime you’d rather
walk, I’ll be glad to pull over.”
“No need,” James says as he reaches past me to try to open the
passenger-side door—and I shove him back down, ticked off all the
more since here I am again, playing peacekeeper.
Then Bark, too, gets all fatherly:
“Okay, James. My gun will be in that glove box in front of you,
so you decide. Mississippi, or your apartment. Choose your apartment
and I will take you there. Not all the way to your building,
mind you, since your building will probably have officers in front of
“its entrance, but I will drop you within, say, four blocks of those
officers. It’s just that you need to let me know what you want now,
so I can plan the best route through this traffic.”
Then we all three sit as still as we had when we’d been screamed
at by our hoops coach. It’s like we’ve scrapped and lucked our way
this far, but now we’re all benched, losing our biggest game. Then
it hits me that what Bark told James goes for me, too—head
for Mississippi with an unregistered gun, or go home to wait for cops
to knock.
“Then I’m out,” James says. “But don’t take me to my place,
Bark.”
“Then where?” Bark says.
“My grandma’s.”
Traffic lets us move maybe three or four feet.
“In Queens,” James adds.
I roll down my window and look ahead and behind: cars as far
as I can see.
“Fine,” Bark says.
“You take me there?” James asks.
“I said I’d drop you.”
And again, we all simply sit. This, I realize, might be our last
conversation ever, and as scared as I am about the drum and the
gun, my throat catches because of plain old sentiment.
Bark clears his throat. “Obviously the story we all stick with is
that, today, none of us went upstate.”
“Agree with you there,” James says.
“Today was all about the horses,” Bark says, “for all three of us.”
“Right,” I say, and now here’s Bark, asking where James’s grandma
lives, up near Ditmars or down toward Queensboro Plaza, and here’s
James, telling Bark she’s just off Steinway on about Thirty-
fourth Ave, and now here they go, talking restaurants and clubs in Astoria
like Bark’s a cabbie James just met. There’s no mention of the trifecta
cash, not once. But I know James has it in mind because I
have it in mind.
Bark picks at an ingrown hair on his neck. James closes his eyes.
I’m still deciding if I’ll travel with Bark. My gut says play the same
card James did—insist we go minus the gun—but I can’t read Bark
for whether, with one friend gone, he’ll value his last more or prefer
flying solo.
For a moment I want to say, James, you are bailing. Then we are
whizzing ahead, and I can’t remember having rolled out of traffic,
which confirms that, for a stretch there, I lost myself in thought.
Stress, I think. Or are you just aging? Or were you thinking about
Madalynn?
Then there we are, pulling over on a street full of houses just off
Steinway, and James’s posture straightens as he points at an upstairs
duplex with white trellises without vines. Bark brakes hard
and James and I get out, and there, on that sidewalk, I wonder how
it feels to know one of your grandmothers, and I figure Bark wonders
this, too.
But Bark’s counting the trifecta cash.
“Maybe you’ll need it more than I will?” James says, though he’s
lingering right there, near Bark’s open passenger door.
Bark hands James a folded share. He snaps off another few bills
and gives those.
“For Grandmama,” he says.
James nods, pockets his share, heads for the porch. Halfway up
the stairs, he stops and turns and nods at Bark, then at me.
“Cool,” he says.
“Right,” I say, but he’s already turned to ring his grandma’s
doorbell, so I get back in the truck, closing the door as we accelerate
off.
Bark shakes his head and says, “Pussy.”
He means James, though what I also hear is that Bark is not at
all up for another request to travel unarmed.
Then he says, “You just know he’ll tell Granny about that
drum.”
“Count on it,” I say.
“The way I figure things? She takes those extra twenties and he
tells her they’re from me? Best investment I ever made.”
And again there is more than words to Bark’s words. There’s
the point that he still holds my share of our money, that money still
talks, that I’d be smart to stay on the good side of power. And already
I miss James, because James’s verbal flow always gave logic a
chance to be said out loud and considered. With Bark and Bark
only, everything’s glances and cash and manhood. There’ll be
fewer quibbles without James, but there’ll be fewer laughs.
Still, as Bark and I and his truck roll out of Queens, instinct
from somewhere, maybe the father I never saw, tells me that to
abandon Bark now would be a loser’s move. After all, Bark’s been
my man since high school. He’s found me work when I’ve needed
cash. His time spent with Madalynn, platonic or not, proves we’re
cut from the same cloth.
On the Triboro, all lanes become jammed. Silence up here
grows thorns. There’s no arguing about the truth that the Belmont
win, by assuring we’d travel in this rush hour, cost us time.
Bark clicks on the radio. A truck jackknifed, the broadcaster
says, and someone in it died. No one will budge until everything’s
chalked and photographed. I tell myself this means fewer cops
looking for us. But then comes top-of-the-hour news about a
murder in Putnam County.
“No way,” I say out loud.
Bark’s considered answer is, “You think?”
I don’t dare say a word, sure my voice would crack. If James
were here now, we’d be lectured. But now there’s no doubt about
one thing. Bark is headed for his gun.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful. Watch Me Go is a book about sadness. When ... By as Watch Me Go is a book about sadness. When your last lent chips are on the table and your escape plan is only a delaying of consequences. Mark Wisniewski does an incredible job of crafting these characters around a false hope whether it be with Jan who thinks she has it all figured out but is kidding herself and forcing her perspective on the situation, or Deesh, the one who realizes he has no shot but tries anyway. The minor characters have the same delusions about life and what they can achieve but none of them want to put in the right work to get there. They are all lying to themselves. They deceive themselves as to the world around them at times with a dark humor to their situations.There are several crimes that are committed over the course of the book, but it is not a crime book. There is no pulpy detective and neither of the characters accept that trite mantle. Doing so would cheapen the characters and the complexity Mark Wisniewski has woven into them. This is a book about people trying to survive whether they know how or are grasping.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful. Twin Portraits of Desparation By Mark Stevens I'm not sure about Salman Rushdie's claim ("irresistible") but Mark Wisniewski's "Watch Me Go" will pull you along. This is a curious and memorable book, from nearly inverted structure to the unusual pair of co-protagonists. The story flips back and forth between a down-and-out junk hauler with dreams who gets badly ensnared in a major crime (and then crimes, plural) and a young female jockey who is looking for a fresh start after the death of her father. Both characters also love and yearn for another.Douglas "Deesh" Sharp's situation is palpable and relevant, especially given the controversies that are sweeping the country regarding the racial tensions between city police forces and minorities, particularly young black men (or black men of any age). Wisniewki's tale is positively prescient within the context of massive protests that popped up over the past few months from New York to Missouri to California.You may not understand why Deesh would help dump a sealed oil drum, knowing full well what the drum likely contains, but you can feel his horizons widen as he and his crew encounter some good luck and you can feel his options close down quickly when events turn horrendously ugly.Deesh's encounter with Gabe, a reclusive fishing guide, form a major chunk of the fast-moving chapters in the middle of the book. Gabe instantly recognizes Deesh as the subject of a massive manhunt and, at gun point as they head upriver, Gabe willingly absolves Deesh of any wrongdoing. Even from his reclusive spot in the world, Gabe is rock sure that Deesh encountered a racist cop in the incident that led to Deesh's need to run for his life. It's Gabe who announces that the country "is one big old melting pot of hatred" but somehow has the ability, it seems, to peer deep down in Deesh's soul and discern that Deesh is no hater. Gabe talks a "blue streak" about a variety of topics including survival in the wild, love and fishing. Gabe's (spoiler alert) demise further puts the squeeze on Deesh's multi-layered predicament but seemed expedient and perhaps a touch too easy on behalf of the plot. (These are only mild complaints about the "Gabe" sections, given the hefty goals of the novel.)The "Jan" chapters give us a portrait of a young woman understanding the world of thoroughbred horse racing and heavy gambling. We know from the opening chapter that Jan knows Deesh "is as innocent as a colt learning to walk" so the suspense factor to the whole arc of "Watch Me Go" is slightly deflated. Wisniewski's vivid portrait of this young woman puts you deep inside her thoughts and skin. Both Deesh and Jan are sharply drawn--and interesting characters, particularly as they think about the people they would like to be closer to.My hunch is Wisniewski didn't write this to get your heart pounding or to get you to turn the pages quickly (even though the snappy pace will keep you doing so). I think he wrote this as companion portraits of desperation, betrayal and reactions to fear."Sometimes," thinks Jan, "there came the kind of fear animals felt, the necessary kind, the kind that's akin to survival, the kind that makes bees sting and hummingbirds quite humming to zip off into the woods, that kind that makes fish, of any size, know when not to bite and instead dart and zigzag toward depth."To me, "Watch Me Go" is an interesting, memorable study in honest fear and how two very different people--two very different people whose lives cross--manage the moment. Skip the hype and take "Watch Me Go" less as a thriller (though it certainly has plenty of those elements) and more of a smart novel about desperate people.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful. and loved them. They were quirky By Jack Smith I’ve read all of Mark Wisniewski’s previous books, and loved them. They were quirky, often bizarre, always comic, always intellectually stimulating. Wisniewski’s characters consistently come alive on the page, and much of this is due to his fine sense for character, for context, but much is due also to his finely honed prose style and his penchant for the right line, whether it’s narrative or scene. All of this is true of his newest work, WATCH ME GO, a literary thriller, much different in tone, much more complex in narrative technique and the handling of theme and idea. Two protagonists, two narrative points of view, quite different from each other, with different personal and cultural backgrounds, and yet Wisniewski brings them together, intertwining their stories in marvelous ways, in language that is sure and true in its aim. In Wisniewski’s capable hands, the settings in this novel provide not only vivid picture and context but also stimulate the reader to ponder their symbolic meaning. This fast-paced novel has undercurrents, like all of Wisniewski’s work, of compelling ideas that we’ll think about, and return to ponder, long after we’ve put this fine novel down. If we’ve never thought about racetrack life, we will now. If we’ve never thought about being an innocent man on the run from the law, taking refuge where we can, we will now. This is a suspenseful novel that delivers what it promises from page one to the end.
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