Books by Tony Fennelly

1-900-DEAD by Tony Fennelly
Released: Jan. 7, 1997

If only the Mystic Delphine, self-styled Queen of Swords, had really been psychic, she'd have seen her killer's face long before he came at her with a saber. But when New Orleans gossip columnist Margo Fortier noses around in the case, she finds enough suspects to baffle a savvier psychic than Delphine, nÇe Margo's old acquaintance Frieda Harris. In fact, Margo's investigation seems at first all too easy. At the merest shake, potential killers seem to clatter down from every tree—from Delphine's underpaid underlings manning the office and the phone- advice lines, to the professional skeptic determined to unmask Delphine as a fraud, to the freelance hit man who plies the streets in a rolling abattoir, to the disgruntled clients whose lives had been wrecked by Delphine's inaccurate (or all-too- accurate) predictions. But when the murder of Delphine's ex- beautician Sidney Bowers, now self-promoted to ``the Mystic Sidney,'' shows that somebody calling himself (or herself?) Pluto, Lord of the Underworld, has declared open season on bogus psychics, Margo (The Hippie in the Wall, 1994, etc.) makes life entertainingly tougher for herself by setting up shop at the Psychic Research Project as a channeler in order to force the killer's hand. Forget the threadbare mystery. The real fun here is trying to pick the psychic poseurs out from the garden variety New Orleans zanies Fennelly must have bought on sale by the dozen. Read full book review >
Released: June 22, 1994

The discovery of a 20-year-old corpse in the wall of Madame Julie's, a New Orleans strip joint, turns out to be a big break for Times-Picayune gossip columnist Margo Fortier, whose long marriage of convenience to barely closeted society scion Julian Fortier hides her former identity as Cherry, a veteran of Julie's. Now, Margo hopes to make the leap to hard news, armed with her identification of the body as peacenik Eric Dowd and her friendship with the other strippers: wigged-out fortuneteller Eileen (Samantha) Herd, lesbian friend-of-battered-wives Toby (the Texas Tornado) Castle, and ageless gymnast Sheila Casey, still plying her trade in Bourbon Street ever since Eric's disappearance cost her the chance to become Mrs. Dowd. There's not an ounce of gravity in the buried-secrets plot; even the present-day detection, set against the background of Desert Storm, is a dose of instant nostalgia. Mildly diverting lightweight fare, pleasantly toned down from the in-your-face Gay Pride antics of The Closet Hanging (1987). Read full book review >