Keith Gilman has been a cop in the Philadelphia area for twenty years. His writing reflects that experience on many levels. He believes that cops have important stories to tell, stories that need to be told and deserve a strong voice. Readers want to know how cops think. They want to know what cops know. They want to know what makes them tick, what they dream about at night, their loves and fears, how they balance their roles as cops, fathers, friends, defenders of justice and finders of truth. Readers want to know how they survive.
They want to see death through a cop’s eyes, boiled down and bare bones, without the glamour and the superstition. They want to hear it from someone who walks the walk and talks the talk, someone who’s seen it all and done it all. Gilman’s books and stories are more than just a mirror, reflecting the world of crime, where we see ourselves on the dark stage of humanity. His portrait of the urban landscape of Philadelphia reveals not just the soul of a city but the soul of man.
Gilman’s debut novel, FATHER’S DAY, was awarded the Best First Novel Prize in the contest sponsored by the Private Eye Writers of America. His second detective novel, MY BROTHER’S KEEPER, followed the same lead character on further adventures in the city of brotherly love. His third book, BAD HABITS, is a story collection which includes, DEVIL’S POCKET, a truly inspired work of modern noir nominated for a Macavity Award in 2011.
Gilman’s fiction is consistently atmospheric, gritty, lyrical and haunting. The narratives contain stark imagery, strong noir elements, psychological depth and multiple layers of meaning. His stories are well-told, with vision and insight. His characters come to life. These are stories steeped in Poetic Realism, with the cadence and harmonies of music composed to evoke an emotional response. But the narrator can’t always be trusted and the truth is often revealed by those moments of extreme violence that remind the reader that here lies the remains of pain and death, with the hope for redemption hanging just out of reach.