Interview with Laila Lucent, The Yoga Stripper

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Laila Lucent, Author

Laila Lucent is a yoga instructor and the author of The Yoga Stripper: A Las Vegas Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Namaste.

Q: Tell us about your new book.

A: The Yoga Stripper is an inside look at my two years working at the BEST strip club in Las Vegas, and probably the most famous strip club in the world, the Spearmint Rhino. The book is 100% true (unless it’s my parents asking), really funny and has a lot of heart.

The take away message of The Yoga Stripper is that women are SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL and SO MUCH MORE IN CONTROL than most of them realize, and that EVERYONE should have sex with the damn lights on!

Being a Woman is POWERFUL. SEXUALITY is NOT evil or immoral. SEX is FUN.

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Q: What attracted you to Las Vegas?

A: I was 22-years-old and knew I wanted to move to L.A. to find work as a writer. I packed up all of my stuff in my car and drove alone across the country from Ohio. I made it as far as Las Vegas, and then I got distracted by all the shiny lights. They can be quite distracting…

Honestly, I just always wanted to try working as a stripper! And I was right. It was awesome. I figured writing a book about stripping would make me appear to be more responsible than I actually am.

 

Q: What is more challenging? Yoga, Pole Dancing, or Writing a Book?

A: From scariest to least scary:

Writing a book. The amount of courage required to believe that what you have to say is good enough to be heard is really intense. Putting out a work of art… you need to be able to battle the voices in your head that insist that you’re not talented, smart or cool enough to accomplish your goal.

Pole dancing. I really enjoy dancing on stage topless. I’m an exhibitionist, and it’s not too hard to convince me I should take off my clothes. However, it did take me a while to get the courage up to get on my hands and knees, turn my ass towards the audience and twerk. haha That requires a few drinks.

Yoga. Ah yoga. Yoga has transformed my life in so many amazingly wonderful ways. Yoga is my favorite of the three. Everything about yoga is about accepting yourself as you are and letting yourself be where you are that day. Everyone can do yoga and choose the level of challenge they want.

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Q: Are there too many strip clubs in Las Vegas or not enough?

A: If there were too many then they’d close. There is a massive supply of horny tourists, and therefore there is an equal supply of tits ‘n sass available (for a cost).

Q: Some say that Las Vegas doesn’t let you leave once the lights have you. Do you find it hard to leave or can you come and go as you please?

A: Come and go as I please. I’m living in L.A. these days. Vegas is a quick car ride away if I ever miss the lights, the sin and the wonderful anonymity.

I had an amazing life in Vegas, but I was sure happy to get out of there without a criminal record and my life still in tact.

Vegas is extremely dangerous; anyone who tells you otherwise wasn’t doing it right.

The Yoga Stripper (6)Q: What is the strangest thing (you’ll admit) you’ve seen on the Las Vegas Strip?

A: Everything is a contender: the little Latin people handing out prostitute cards; Mario and Luigi drunk, desolate and begging for change; the celebrities whose parties you can crash (I once stayed up all night partying with one of the guys from Glee and his friends); and the middle-aged Asian business men with their big fake ol’ tits blonde prostitutes. Vegas is bath salts crazy.

Q: Who is your favorite superhero?

A: Batman.

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Laila with Penn Jillette and NYT best-selling author Larry “Ratso” Sloman

 

Q: Where do you see Las Vegas in 10 years?

A: Vegas is the cockroach of the USA. You can’t kill that mother fucker.

Probably Vegas will have at least one more roller coaster and hopefully a massive water slide right in the middle of strip.

And it’ll have been renamed “Penn and Teller‘s Las Vegas.”

 

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Laila with Emily Jillette and friends

 

 

Laila Lucent is a yoga instructor (certified to teach Envision yoga and vinyassa flow) and is presently living in Los Angeles. Her book, The Yoga Stripper: A Las Vegas Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Namaste, is available now on Amazon. Laila can be found on the web at http://theyogastripper.blogspot.com/ or twitter @theyogastripper

 

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THE ADVANTAGE OF NOT BEING A NATIVE: RICHARD GODWIN REVIEWS JAMES THOMPSON’S HELSINKI BLOOD

HelsinkiBlood300Helsinki Blood begins with Inspector Kari Vaara recovering from severe injuries that occurred in his previous case in Helsinki White, and recovering from surgery to remove a brain tumour. Avoiding company, he has a haircut that:

“…revealed the scar that runs four inches across the left center of my head to the hairline over my eye. The ugly gunshot wound on my face was no longer bandaged but not healed.”

And so it begins, a raw sense of one man’s struggle against improbable odds, some of which are historical. There is an implicit narrative sense of factors weighing against the protagonist, suitably so, since this is a Nordic novel. There is something elemental to Thompson’s writing, a brackish taste of the Sagas and Eddas beneath the tight prose. The acute visceral physical details the author weaves into his descriptions of his protagonist evoke a sense of inner scarring beneath the Inspector’s tough persona as Vaara battles his own demons. He also struggles to deal with his abandonment by his wife, who is suffering from PTSD, as he is left to care for their infant.

Vaara embodies the paradox that the best detectives have strong criminal shadows. Many decisions he makes are a way of ensuring he stays on the right side of a criminal world in which he is an unwanted and belongs. There is nothing safe about the depiction of crime here. There is an immediate sense of its impact on Vaara’s life and that of his wife. And while the first person narrative delivers an intimate portrait, at the same time Thompson delves into the wider picture, exploring the political and economic factors that may aid and abet criminal syndicates.

Vaara’s situation is complex. He is a wealthy man. He is also a target for criminals who want his money. Thompson has written his protagonist into a tight squeeze. He takes on a missing-persons case. As he hunts for a 19 year old girl who has Down syndrome and who may have been kidnapped and sold into a sexual underworld, Vaara finds himself at the centre of a political web. Thompson’s exploration of the implications of prostitution rackets raises questions about the economics behind it.

It is interesting to note that some of Thompsons’ characters are thinly veiled portraits of politicians and businessmen. He has absorbed Helsinki, he has digested it, and he has expressed it as a microcosm in his fictions. He adeptly balances the feel of Finland with a tight muscular American style of storytelling. He is an author who conveys the private lives of his characters while allowing them to reflect on the wider political implications of the dilemmas they face.

“Helsinki is crawling with prostitutes, awash with them. Girls working their way through the university, seasoned pros, sex slaves, and everything in between…. Pimping is a serious matter, but as long as prostitution isn’t organized, there’s no law against it.”

Vaara explores a world in which young women go to capitals promised jobs and end up being raped by the clients of criminal syndicates playing the political odds.

“It’s like her mum said, she was promised a job in Helsinki. Then, when she got here, the men who brought her talked about her owing the money for arranging her work and the cost of the trip over, and took her passport. They locked her in this apartment.”

There is a dual culture at work in Thompson’s fictions which makes him unique among the Nordic writers. Thompson made a smart career move when he settled in Helsinki, for he is perhaps its predominant chronicler, and he does it through a reflective consciousness which embodies all the virtues of great American storytelling, while adding a particularly Nordic flavour that avoids a sense of bleakness through the sheer resilience of his central character and the prose. This is Nordic literature in the elemental sense of order overcoming the chaos that is crime. Vaara may just be that element, a scarred fighter for justice in a world where too many are denied it. He would fit in Njals Saga or Hrafnkels Saga, and yet he is being penned by an American from Kentucky who may have the necessary angle of detachment to observe a society that carries its own denial of the burden of its past.

Yet at the same time the novel is highly contemporary. Vaara is up against the mafia. And given the extent of brutality existing in crime and enforced prostitution it takes a man like Vaara to combat it. Thompson lures the reader into Helsinki’s dark heart. But it is Vaara, troubled, ill at ease, but redemptive and worthy, who acts as a central focus for the novel’s action. He is its scarred conscience. He is its beating heart. Hard as a knuckleduster and utterly human, this is a book that does not pull punches. Thompson has painted a starkly realistic picture of the criminal underbelly of Helsinki and he has redeemed it with a great and unlikely hero. For Vaara is not a saccharine saviour, he is an ambiguous character who is also moral.

“Whatever happened to the concept of duty, that sacrifice for the good of others is not only laudable, but expected, especially when it comes to family? I’m scared for Kate, because of the psychological dangers that lie within her, and the psychical dangers that loom from without.”

If you want to read crime fiction that is distinctive, read this. There have been many comparisons of Thompson’s style to other Nordic writers, but I think the analogies fall short and miss something that has emerged from the dual culture at work in his novels. He is not a native of Finland and that gives him an edge. Thompson has carved his own particular niche out of the first rate writing coming out of the Nordic countries, and it is one that leaves you thirsty for more. There is a combination here of a precise cold scalpel and humanity. Thompson is an inheritor of Gothic Noir, and creator of the detached and involved, the ruined and redeemed Vaara, an Inspector who embodies all the contradictions that inhabit a life. I highly recommend this.

1 1 1 1 a a a a GodwinBio: Richard Godwin is the author of critically acclaimed novels Apostle Rising, and Mr. Glamour.  His third novel, One Lost Summer is being published in mass market paperback this June. It is a compelling story of breathtaking lyricism and ruined nostalgia. He is also a published poet and a produced playwright. His stories have been published in over 28 anthologies, among them The Mammoth Book Of Best British Crime and The Big Book Of Bizarro.

Richard Godwin was born in London and obtained a BA and MA in English and American Literature from King’s College London, where he also lectured. He has travelled the world extensively. His Chin Wags At The Slaughterhouse are highly popular and unusual interviews he conducts with other authors and may be found at his blog http://www.richardgodwin.net/blog . They have been compared to the Paris Review in terms of style and quality. You can find out more about him at his website http://www.richardgodwin.net/ . He is also a highly requested public speaker and recently spoke at The House of Lords on cultural diplomacy.

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Noir Nation launches VEGAS WAS HER NAME by Jonathan Sturak

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Noir Nation is pleased to announce the release of Jonathan Sturak’s novel Vegas Was Her Name. Sturak grew up in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. A Penn State University graduate with degrees in Computer Science and Film, he currently lives in Las Vegas, where he uses the energy of the city to craft stories about life and the human condition.

“The Place Called Home,” Sturak’s essay about Eastern European heritage in Northeast PA, was featured on Glass Cases, associate literary agent Sarah LaPolla’s pop culture blog at glasscasesblog.blogspot.com. He is also a Noir Nation contributing editor. His debut thriller novel Clouded Rainbow was published in December 2009 and has over 100,000 downloads on the Amazon Kindle. More information about him is available on his website at sturak.com.

Vegas Was Her Name concerns Michael Harris, CEO of an engineering company. At the world’s largest technology convention in Las Vegas, Harris debuts Venus, a humanized computer brain that can predict human behavior. He attracts international attention, including the attention of Rachel, a steamy seducer who cons Michael by concealing a secret of her own. Melissa, Michael’s wife, flies to Las Vegas to save her husband and her marriage as the events unfold in the shadows of the Las Vegas Strip.

A real potboiler! Available now on Amazon.

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What’s Next In International Crime Fiction? by Quentin Bates

Nordic is mainstream these days. It’s not that long since Nordic crime fiction was strictly a minority genre, at least in English. It’s not the same in Europe, where German publishers in particular have been rather more ready to translate obscure fiction from the chilly north.

Until a few years ago a smallish band of connoisseurs appreciated translations of Sjöwall & Wahlöö and a few other obscure writers who never made it anywhere near a bestseller list in Britain or the US.

Then came Miss Smilla’s Feeling for Snow, followed the Wallender books and finally by Stieg Larsson’s trilogy that took the world by surprise and by storm. Who would have expected it? I won’t say too much about Stieg Larsson’s work, partly because The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is still only halfway to the top of my to-be-read pile, along with so much else.

Since then we have had The Killing, Borgen, The Bridge, and a bunch of other stuff that has come out of Sweden, Norway and Denmark, on top of the flood of books by Nordic authors snapped up with indecent haste by publishers hearing the rattle of a bandwagon disappearing into the distance.

Then there’s the tiny band of Nordic pretenders, not even half a dozen of us who write Nordic crime stuff but without being born-and-bred Scandies ourselves; James Thompson, Michael Ridpath, Jan Costin Wagner, Torquil Macleod – and me.

I’m wondering if Scandi crime fatigue started to kick in? Have you seen someone rolling their eyes at the sight of yet another middle-aged Swedish detective or a hard-drinking Norwegian private eye or a Faroese sweater? Has Nordic peaked?

I don’t think it has yet, and I hope not… I have one of these of my own coming out in a day or two, and a good few more ideas simmering on the back burner for future reference. Some us live in terror that crime readers will tire of Nordic mysteries in the face of what looks dangerously like overkill. Not that the flow of Nordic crime yet shows any sign of abating – quite the contrary. While every Swede who has ever set finger to keyboard appears to have been translated, there are Norwegian, Icelandic, Danish and Finnish crime writers, plus a solitary Faroese, who haven’t yet been graced with a translation yet.

So what comes next? The truth of the matter is that there is stacks of good stuff out there that hasn’t caught on yet. We’ve heard of Emerald Noir, the emerging wave of Irish crime fiction writers, who have the big advantage that they don’t need translating. The same applies to Aussie crime, and proper gritty old stuff it is as well.
Germany is a huge and hungry market for crime fiction, as shown by the vast swathes of English, American and Nordic crime fiction translated in to German. But who knew that there’s a whole raft of homegrown German crime fiction that isn’t translated into English? Maybe it doesn’t translate well? I don’t know.

Then there’s the French. France loves les polars, and they’re starting to cross the Channel, some brought to us by the same canny publisher who brought us Miss Smilla, Wallender and Lisbeth Salander. Napoleon’s Grande Armée stopped at Boulogne, turned around and marched off to Austerlitz instead, but the French crime writers aren’t letting La Manche stop them.

It’s time to think ahead for untrodden ground. Chilean crime? Difficult, but worth thinking about. Mongolian murders? Maybe not. Ulan Bator’s bloody cold and it’s a long way to go for research. Nigerian Noir? Sounds good, but it’s unlikely a fiction writer could even come close to topping reality there. North Korea? Let’s not even think about that one.

In fact it’s hardly possible to put a finger on a relatively accessible part of the world that hasn’t had a detective of its own at some point. Not to worry. I have a few aces up my sleeve. Chad, Turkmenistan and South Georgia all look like fertile ground, so I’d better start doing some research.

On second thoughts, scratch South Georgia.

Paul D. Brazill interviews Quentin Bates here.

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