O F F I C I A L S I T E
"There are tons of novels available, but the ability to write a singularly perfect story is rare. That's why I especially enjoyed Anthony Pour's work because in just a few pages he takes you into the lives of the characters he creates, gives you a sense of where they are, and then, at the end, never fails to surprise you."
Free Story Online
NO FALLEN ANGELS
13 cool politically incorrect Love Stories from all walks of life all around the globe.
From New York to Berlin, to sunny Hollywood and rainy Moscow, on to Hong Kong, Prague and Buenos Aires, deep into the steamy Brazilian rain forest and to frosty Swiss Alps to follow 13 unique love stories to prove that even though political correctness is no longer a joke, there still is plenty comedy in riveting tales of simple true emotion coming down out of the blue upon fake do-gooders.
A NICE GUY, BUT . . .
"He was a nice guy, but . . . so in love with that politically correct woman."
When political correctness barnstorms California's backcountry, a shy young cowboy can only watch in shocked disbelief as the girl-next-door he was about to marry falls head over heels for a fast-talking politician who knows how to use ideology to get hold of people's minds before grabbing their land. The politician has no problem brainwashing the infatuated girl into helping him label the heartbroken, shy cowboy's blues as a deliberate antisocial behavior harmful to his fellow men - thus forcing him to repent and make amends by taking a government job that packs him off head on into a dicey undercover action in a hostile faraway land that calls for the ultimate self-sacrifice in order to make political correctness back home look noble.
He came out of nowhere with a hole in his shoe and an ever-so cute limp that made society ladies swoon.
He came out of nowhere with a hole in his shoe to peddle a brand new drug guaranteed to foster irrelevant men's stature. He finds a lucrative market in the rolling-in-dough streets of New York City, and even though he never snorted his miracle stock-in-trade himself, there is something about his hair and his endearing limp that makes society women swoon. So, when the grandest one of them all decides she has to deliver herself to his embrace, he is sucked into to the ostentatiously compassionate world of dazzling drawing rooms filled with the rich and famous ready to maim and kill one another to gain access to the absolute power over what they see as squirming, wretched masses clamoring for their help and indulgence.
"Anthony Pour’s grounded view of life and adventure, accompanied by his impeccable literary talent, make his stories an engrossing and inspired read. It strikes that cosmic chord between literature and pleasure reading that so few writers are able to find."
-- Eric Jones, Bookreview.com
is an acclaimed international journalist and author. He has been writing for newspapers and magazines both in California and Europe for over thirty years and along the way won a literary competition in England. Critics have praised his “. . . grounded view of life and adventure, accompanied by his impeccable literary talent, make his stories an engrossing and inspired read. It strikes that cosmic chord between literature and pleasure reading that so few writers are able to find.”
Pour is a resident of Marina del Rey, California and the Principality of Liechtenstein in Europe - the latter residence being a sort of a bomb shelter in case free speech in America is declared mean-spirited and thus punishable by exclusion from national health care.
ON A PERSONAL NOTE
Over the years, I have showed my stories to literary agents, publishers and even intellectuals (into whom I occasionally run by accident) and the consensus was that it was a pity that my stories, so lively and amusing, lacked in indiscriminate compassion. It’s a bunch of whiners out there, they told me. Look what sells. I did; but there was no way I could write a story in which the bad guys were to enrage the reader by being insensitive to the plight of the so called underprivileged—for which crime they would have their heads blown off and their bodies pulverized in a spectacular car chase by the good guys (wearing seat belts, of course) as a warning to other insensitive morons.
So, left out in the cold without legal advice about a government compensation for mental anguish, I held onto a regular working-stiff job and continued writing politically incorrect stories to have a chuckle myself. The bottom drawer of my desk was packed with them by the time I finally saw the light.
I visited a friend of a friend, a single mother living from paycheck to paycheck, one of the unsung millions of working stiffs like me that politicians love to depict as wallowing in a morass of oppression and dire need. Yet her house was spick-and-span, complete with a couple of well-behaved, well-dressed, well-educated teenagers—and all that without a penny of a charitable or other politically correct assistance. In her living room was a handwritten sign that read NO WHINING, and she had no idea why I hugged and kissed her when I saw it. I don’t think she particularly liked emotional outbursts; but what did I care? She had made me realize that my books had a chance, because there must be many more non-whiners around—at least many more than the media, the intellectuals and the political would-be saints want us to believe.
In short, my books have been written for the amusement of non-whiners — to make them feel not as alone and in as much pain as they are being told day in, day out. For whatever change is coming down on this Great Empire, non-whiners be prepared to endure it with more than just your customary fortitude. A good laugh about the bizarre and the breathtakingly insane might in due course help everybody else see the light and prosperity again — whenever that may be.
“There are tons of novels available, but the ability to write a singularly perfect story is rare. That's why I especially enjoyed Anthony Pour's work because in just a few pages he takes you into the lives of the characters he creates, gives you a sense of where they are, and then, at the end, never fails to surprise you. Pour is equally at home writing about ordinary folk or the rich and famous. It is their human weaknesses that interest him and there are plenty to satisfy his wicked sense of humor that will thoroughly entertain you . . .”
-- Alan Caruba, Bookviews
* * *
“If there is a representative of the fallen angel, it may perhaps be Mr. Pour himself, for these stories almost always manage to be mean spirited . . . even when love triumphs in surprising places, the author manages to damage some characters in the process . . . Mr. Pour is no friend of ‘political correctness’, ‘whiners’ and ‘meddlers’ . . . and 'would-be saints'.”
-- Lin Rolens, Santa Barbara News-Press
* * *
“Starting with the premise that the saints of the world would be nowhere without the Devil, Pour turns political correctness on its head. You’ll never look at life quite the same way when you finish this book.”
-- Eldon Thomas, Table for Three
* * *
“The work is engaging, funny, witty, intellectual yet not too high brow, and overall, just a great read! This book of short stories was truly a hit for me -- I looked forward to reading them each day because you made me care about the characters almost immediately and want to know how their hardship would end. You are truly a master story teller and I think this book could be a real hit. Count me as a fan!"
-- Dawne Brooks, editor
* * *
“A unique, often times brilliant interpretation of grand dreams in drab everyday lives. A page turner. I couldn’t put it down.”
-- Henry Mazell, Murderously Incorrect
* * *
“Beautifully written, peopled with unforgettable characters finding simple ways out of hopelessly complex situations that make for great reading—and quite a few laughs, too.”
-- Kent Evans, Malas Ondas
* * *
It didn’t hurt Anthony Pour’s new book, A Nice Guy, but . . ., ($13.95, Marlborough Books, softcover) to put a quote of mine on its back cover because nothing pleases a reviewer more than to be quoted. That said, Pour continues to demonstrate why he needs even more recognition than I can provide because he is a master storyteller. As hard as you many try to second-guess where the plot is going, he is always full of surprises and this new novel featuring a reluctant spy combines the elements of a thriller with two plot lines involving an intriguing and entertaining cast of characters swept up in events over which they have no control. When you put this novel down at the end, you will want to see what the next one will be like.
-- Alan Caruba, Bookviews
* * *
Anthony Pour’s A Nice Guy, but . . .
was probably born some point in between Ian Fleming’s Bond novels and W. Somerset Maugham’s tales from around the world -- more precisely, a culmination of Fleming’s choice of subjects and Maugham’s writing style. Astonishingly, Pour is able to put together all the different characters, scenes and moods without losing the plot and simply mixing all the elements in a well-structured set. Suspense is left untouched with the reader not being able to second-guess the ending right up until the last page.
A reluctant secret agent, a chancy wild goose chase, romance, many far-off locations are the main ingredients of A Nice Guy, but . . . Altogether, the thriller and action story walks side by side with the tender relation between the middle-aged protagonist and his young girlfriend, while both of them are being sucked into a maelstrom of events that are beyond their control, yet naturally interweave with their personal stories. One of the greatest talents Pour shows in writing this book is the ability of creating not just suspense and atmosphere, but also characters with unique but plausible personal stories. The trick is that all of them have a well-defined past, present and personality, so the reader feels their existence and wants to know more about them.
Two plot lines for the price of one. The way in which this novel is written is rather brilliant -- with two story lines being orchestrated into reflecting one another, thus helping to build up to an ending when the two plot lines collide.
-- Eric Jones, BookReview.com
* * *
“If there is a representative of the fallen angel, it may perhaps be Mr. Pour himself, for these stories almost always manage to be mean spirited . . . even when love triumphs in surprising places, the author manages to damage some characters in the process . . . Mr. Pour is no friend of ‘political correctness’, ‘whiners’ and ‘meddlers’ . . . and would-be saints.”
-- Lin Rolens, Santa Barbara News-Press
Please let Anthony Pour know -- whatever you like.
Copyright ©2017 Anthony Pour