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The Digger looks like you, the Digger looks like me. He walks down the wintry streets the way anybody would, shoulders drawn together against the damp December air . . . He’s not tall and not short, he’s not heavy and not thin . . . If you glanced at his eyes you wouldn’t notice the shape or the color but only that they don’t seem quite human, and if the Digger glanced at you while you were looking at him, his eyes might be the very last thing you ever saw . . .

From the very first page of Jeffery Deaver’s new thriller, The Devil’s Teardrop, both the reader and the party-hatted residents of Washington, D.C., know they’re in for a very wild last night of the century.

"I try to write roller coasters if there’s any possible way," he says.

This is the way: The Digger, a human killing machine, is programmed to randomly slaughter pedestrians at four-hour intervals until his handler receives a $20 million ransom and calls off the carnage. But when the Digger’s accomplice is killed in a freak traffic accident, the massacre continues with seemingly no way to stop it. FBI Special Agent Margaret Lukas and former FBI document specialist Parker Kincaid must search for answers within the only piece of evidence they have, the ransom note, and find the Digger before he finds them.

Deaver’s intricately woven plot explores the world of document specialists in much the same way that his recent books, The Bone Collector and The Coffin Dancer, delved into other aspects of forensics. Lincoln Rhyme, the quadriplegic hero of those books, even makes a cameo appearance. (Rhyme will take center stage again next year in Deaver’s forthcoming The Empty Chair.) There is a leitmotif throughout the book: it’s always the little things.

"I really focus on the forensic detail," Deaver admits. "In fact, in solving crimes, that really is what people focus on. You rarely find the smoking gun. The smaller details somehow resonate more clearly with people. We have small details in our own lives; we tend not to have quite so many boulders rolling toward us. I try to make it something people can really relate to."

To get there, Deaver spends roughly eight months constructing his plots, a laborious task that results in a detailed 120-page outline. Then comes another three months writing the prose and transitions, where all the hard work pays off. "Once the outline is finished, I have no problem writing 30 pages a day," he says.

Deaver takes great care to place his hero in the utmost peril, working backward to set the trap. "The endings are the most important part of the book for me, and I don’t mean the last page but the last 30 or 40 pages," he says. "The Bone Collector came to me that way. I wanted my hero to be utterly helpless at the end of the book, in a locked room with the villain and nobody coming to save him. And I thought, helpless, helpless . . . well, we can tie him up with duct tape but that’s really boring, we’ve seen that a lot. Well, I’m going to make him a paraplegic. Yeah, but then we have Ironside. No I don’t want to do that. Well, I’ll make him a quadriplegic, I’ll just up the ante. So I worked backward from there."

Of equal concern are his villains, in this case, the Digger. "I wanted a complete cipher. He really has no condition other than just brain damage. I’m so sick of the abused child who turns into the psychotic killer. And here’s a case where I wanted, not some run-of-the-mill cheap psychological explanation for why somebody was the way he was, I just wanted a killer. It would be like trying to profile a gun. He is simply a tool. That, to me, was completely terrifying."

Two camps have influenced Deaver’s writing. Stylistically, he cites literary authors Saul Bellow, Bernard Malamud, Theodore Dreiser, John Dos Passos, and more contemporary writers such as Mark Halpern, Jane Smiley, and Annie Proulx. In crime fiction, he credits Ian Fleming’s James Bond series, Donald Hamilton’s Matt Helm books, and John D. MacDonald as inspirations.

His other major influence will come as no surprise to his fans.

"Movies were very important to me," Deaver says. "I don’t write my books, as some thriller writers do, to make political points, to get up on a soap box, to teach the reader esoteric information that they probably wouldn’t have access to otherwise. I want their palms to sweat and when they finish the book, say, ‘Whew, I survived.’ And movies have largely done that."

Despite the recent spate of political thrillers set in the nation’s capital, Deaver admits he chose it as the setting for The Devil’s Teardrop for a different reason. "I needed the FBI headquarters," he says. "There is such an inflation, such a ton of these political thrillers, most of which don’t really grab me very much, and I wanted to write a Washington book that didn’t really have to do with politics other than the internal politics that happen in the mayor’s office."

It’s also a city he knows well; five years ago, Deaver moved from Manhattan to Clifton, Virginia, just 20 miles west of Washington, D.C.

The Devil’s Teardrop is the 15th suspense novel from the engaging former journalist and lawyer from Glen Ellyn, Illinois, who says he’s done things a little backwards to get where he is today. "I never wanted to be a practicing attorney. I wanted to get a job with the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal reporting on legal matters. So what I did, when I was working as a journalist in New York, I went to Fordham law school at night with the idea that I would have some expertise that would get me a job at one of the better newspapers. But I happened to do real well at school. I had a lukewarm undergrad career but for some reason I really enjoyed law school."

He was recruited by the Wall Street legal firm of Lord, Day & Lord, where he practiced civil law for eight years before leaving to write fiction full-time. During those years, he published his early novels featuring a spunky punk Nancy Drew named Rune. He says Bantam Books is preparing to reissue them.

What most surprises people when they meet Jeffery Deaver for the first time? "That I’m basically a nice guy," he says with a chuckle. "It’s tough to get dates sometimes, if anybody’s read my books. People do tend to identify someone with the books they write, with some justification, but for me it’s just a job. I’ve learned what people like, I’ve learned how to craft a product that gives them some pleasure. I like to cook. I like to entertain. I like to have parties. I still have friends who will say, in the middle of one of my dinner parties, ‘God, I can’t get over that you’re the guy who writes that real creepy stuff.’"

 

Jay Lee MacDonald is a writer in Naples, Florida.

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Country-singer-turned-mystery-writer Kinky Friedman rises each morning in his little green trailer deep in the heart of the Texas hill country and tilts at America’s sacred cows like a modern-day Don Quixote on mood elevators. His warped mysteries, together with a catalog of highly irreverent country songs from his wasted-minstrel days, represent the most wickedly funny sustained attack on racism, bigotry, and hypocrisy since Lenny Bruce.

Starting with his first mystery, Greenwich Killing Time, in 1986, through such fractured who-cares-who-done-its as Armadillos & Old Lace, Elvis, Jesus & Coca-Cola and The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, Friedman’s eponymous black-Stetsoned, cigar-chomping alter ego has stumbled ever blindly toward, if not exactly enlightenment, then random illumination. He may eventually solve the crime, but more often than not the clues seek him out as he holes up in his Greenwich Village walk-up with a disinterested cat and copious amounts of Jameson’s Irish whiskey to assist cogitation. The reluctant sleuth is aided by a loose assemblage of New Yawk barroom denizens collectively known as the Village Irregulars. Messrs. Ratso, Rambam, McGovern and the rest also are real people, rendered, one suspects, just slightly more irregular as they pass through the author’s Wal-Mart typewriter. ("About the last typewriter in Texas," he says proudly, having returned to the Austin area several books ago).

When last we visited the cockeyed world of country-singer-turned-amateur-sleuth Kinky Friedman (in Blast from the Past), a chunk of ceiling plaster, dislodged by Winnie Katz’s lesbian dance class upstairs, had transported the vicar of Vandam Street on a comatose trip back to the ’70s. His 12th misadventure, Spanking Watson, continues in the Sherlock-Holmes-on-a-bender tradition. The Kinkster concocts a cold revenge on his upstairs neighbor, and of course things go immediately awry. With an almost criminal glee, Kinky dupes and recruits his colorful cronies to find a would-be assassin of Katz, then unleashes them on the unsuspecting Winnie and her Danskin-clad students like a horde of locusts on a summer field. When he learns that someone actually is intent on killing Katz, the merry chase begins in earnest.

"Spanking Watson is the search for the perfect Watson," Kinky explains in his smoke-sanded baritone. "It’s a challenge I put out to all of the Village Irregulars to try and infiltrate the lesbian dance class upstairs. Ratso becomes one of those guys you always see in an all-female aerobics class, the kind of feminine nerds that get involved in that. And all of these idiots do infiltrate the dance class. They get up there and then Rambam bugs the loft for me. They do it under the belief that a death threat has been written to Winnie Katz, which I’ve shown them. Of course, I’ve written it myself when I was drunk. It’s kind of Machiavellian. A little darker. But I think it’s funnier."

Kinky’s is perhaps the least likely of modern literary success stories. In the ’70s, young Richard Friedman parlayed his musical talent, knack for social satire, and Semitic birthright into semi-success on the fringes of country music as Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys. The band’s stage shows were outrageous, thanks to Friedman’s redneck-baiting, chauvinistic stage persona, and such bitingly hilarious anthems as "They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore" and the tongue-in-cheek, anti-feminist ode, "Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed." Country music has never been fertile soil for comedy, much less satire, so it was little wonder Kinky’s music delighted the critics and offended almost everyone else. Let us note here that his "Ride ‘Em, Jewboy" remains the only country song ever recorded about the Holocaust.

"It took courage back then," he admits. "It did. That was before Howard Stern. It took pawn-shop balls. We were a country band with a social conscience — always very dangerous."

The band came to make its home in perhaps the only country bar on the planet that would have them, New York’s Lone Star Cafe. By all accounts, the party was great. "I met everybody in those days. Andy Warhol. Everybody came by," he says. But by 1976, the party was over. It took Kinky a few years to, uh, refocus and try his hand at a new medium — mystery writing. To borrow a title from one of his songs, when the Lord closes the door, he opens a little window.

"I think it was more like desperation," he admits. "I was searching for a lifestyle that did not require my presence. The Texas Jewboys had disbanded a decade earlier and I was living in New York, flying on 11 kinds of herbs and spices, and broke. So I attempted to write the first book by borrowing my friend McGovern’s typewriter."

Another pal, radio talk-jock Don Imus, pulled strings to get Greenwich Killing Time to Simon & Schuster. Since then, Kinky mysteries frequently appear on the New York Times bestseller list and have been translated into 17 foreign languages.

"It has definitely been a financial pleasure for the Kinkster," he admits. "It’s more than music has really ever been. Of course, as I always say, money can buy you a fine dog but only love can make it wag its tail."

Both Kinkys shamelessly traffic in such bons mots. "This is a Cuban cigar," he’ll say. "I’m not supporting their economy, I’m burning their fields." Or "I’m the oldest Jew in Texas who doesn’t own real estate." Some avid readers contend that these politically incorrect witticisms and rapier-like turns-of-phrase are the real reason to pick up a Kinky mystery. In fact, in tales such as Roadkill, which takes place on tour with Kinky’s compadre Willie Nelson, the plot seems to disappear altogether in a cloud of peculiar-smelling smoke.

"The problem with the Willie book was that I lost so much by taking the detective out of his natural setting. I lost all the Village Irregulars and the cat. And I only found that out halfway through. I fly by Jewish radar. I write like Oscar Wilde behind bars. I don’t structure a lot of this, and I think, in part, that if there is any freshness to these books, any flavor, that’s the reason."

If Roadkill fell short by Holmesian standards, it nonetheless brought Hollywood calling. "The latest idea is to do Roadkill with F. Murray Abraham as Willie and Lionel Richie as me," Kinky says, giving no hint as to whether he’s serious. (Asked whether he would consider playing himself, Nelson replies, "Stranger things have happened. Kinky starts these rumors, you know. And then they come true.")

In fact, the movie idea got its initial boost from a surprising source: President Clinton. "He invited me to the White House for an awards dinner honoring the arts. He must have been on medication because, out of several hundred people, he sat me right next to him at the power table there. He proceeded to try to get my books made into movies with the lady who’s the head of Paramount Pictures, Sherry Lansing."

Equally surprising, the idiosyncratic musings of a Lone Star Jewish iconoclast have been bestsellers in Germany, Holland, and England. Explanation, please? "The rest of the world sees these books as a commentary on America," Kinky says. "It’s unconscious commentary on America. I find that women and little old ladies are really picking up the books. Even though the books are becoming increasingly profane, they’re also possibly becoming increasingly profound."

How close is the fictional Kinkster to his creator? "I think the books are very close to home. They represent an inward turning. I often write with an utter disregard for the reader. That’s the most honest way to write. At the moment, the books I’m writing, each one seems to be the best one. All I have to do is continue to be unhappy and I’ll be fine."

Jay MacDonald is a writer in Naples, Florida.

Country-singer-turned-mystery-writer Kinky Friedman rises each morning in his little green trailer deep in the heart of the Texas hill country and tilts at America's sacred cows like a modern-day Don Quixote on mood elevators. His warped mysteries, together with a catalog of highly irreverent country…

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Best known for his books about Detective Inspector John Rebus, Ian Rankin has written a suspenseful winner with The Complaints, our March Mystery of the Month. Starring Malcolm Fox, a member of the internal affairs department of the Edinburgh police force, BookPage's Whodunit columnist calls The Complaints "superb on every level."

Get to know Rankin a little better in his Q&A with BookPage—in which he shares his "words to live by," his proudest moment and more:

Name one book you think everyone should read (besides your own!).
The book everyone should read is The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark—a perfect, short novel, in turn hilarious and terrifying.

How did you approach writing stand-alone novels after so many books with Detective Inspector John Rebus? Were you nervous about disappointing fans?
A lot of fans were sad to see Inspector Rebus retire, but I have enjoyed the challenge of presenting them with new characters and stories. The Complaints has been well received, which gives me hope that I continue to exist, even without my shadow twin!

Describe The Complaints in one sentence.
The Complaints: An internal affairs cop fights for his job and his sanity in a city on the edge of physical and moral bankrupcy.

Where do you write?
I write in a room in my house. The house is a large, Victorian-era property in a leafy suburb of Edinburgh. My office would have been one of the bedrooms. I have a desk, a sofa and a hi-fi system in there. That's about all I need.

What was the proudest moment of your career so far?
There have been many highlights, from the thrill of first publication, to (eventual) success, the Gold Dagger, Diamond Dagger and Edgar. But I was probably most pleased with a letter from the Queen. She intended to award me with the OBE (Officer of the British Empire) for "services to literature." It was proof that the mystery novel was regarded as literature—who am I to argue?

If you had to be stranded on a desert island with one fictional character, who would you want it to be?
Not Rebus—we'd just fight. Maybe Molly Bloom from James Joyce's Ulysses—a fascinating, earthy, practical human being. I'm sure she'd have stories for the campfire.

What are your words to live by?
Words to live by? Words are my life—I love all of them equally.

 

 

Best known for his books about Detective Inspector John Rebus, Ian Rankin has written a suspenseful winner with The Complaints, our March Mystery of the Month. Starring Malcolm Fox, a member of the internal affairs department of the Edinburgh police force, BookPage's Whodunit columnist

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Write what you know. While writers are told that every day, a writer’s work is naturally that much better if what they know is pretty cool stuff. In Scott Turow’s latest book, Personal Injuries, the best-selling legal thriller writer takes what he knows his personal experience as a prosecutor in a major judicial corruption probe and turns it into a fast-paced and intricate story that is as much about what goes on in people’s heads as what goes on in courtrooms.

Turow, author of the top-selling Presumed Innocent and Burden of Proof, draws on his background as a former Assistant U.S. Attorney in Chicago to weave a tale of undercover operatives and deception. But he makes the characters especially Robbie Feaver, the personal injury lawyer who is flipped by the prosecution and used as a stalking horse to rein in corrupt judges as complex as the plot. Instead of creating what could have been stock players in a typical genre story, Turow, as he does in all his books, gives his characters a depth and a humanity that make their troubles that much more deeply felt.

BookPage spoke to Turow about the legal background that led to the story, about personal injury lawyers, and about being undercover both in life and in law.

BookPage: How close was your own experience [in the early 1980s] to the case in this book?

Scott Turow: A lot of the events in the book are things that I witnessed first-hand. When I was an Assistant U.S. Attorney, I had a large role in cases such as this one. There was one large undercover project, called Operation Greylord, that was aimed at the judiciary in Illinois. I was assigned to run a decoy, above-ground, highly visible investigation of judicial corruption in one court, while the undercover operation was going on in the criminal court. Then I was assigned to try to flip a criminal lawyer whom we had a case on. All the while, I was in this world of need-to-know. I knew there was an undercover investigation, but I didn’t know who they were or what they were doing. I was working side by side with them and didn’t know. It was kind of weird. In some ways, this book was the story of what I witnessed and took part in.

BP: Talk about the life of the undercover operative that you observed, and that you put in the book. [Note: One character, FBI agent Evon Miller, spends nearly a year undercover working with Feaver as a paralegal.]

ST: They try to get folks in places where they’re as close as possible to their own life. I’ve known agents who pretended to be Mafiosi or to be fences, which are actually very far from who they really are. I remember a female IRS agent who posed as a Mobster girlfriend for a time. Most of them don’t live it for the extended period of time that Evon did. But the guys I knew who infiltrated a crime family in Milwaukee did so for more than a year. It’s a tough life.

BP: Working with witnesses such as Robbie must be difficult. You have to ask them to do a tough job, and support them while they do it. Yet you know that they’re criminals. How do you handle that as a prosecutor?

ST: Those kind of dilemmas are commonplace when you’re a prosecutor. You’re always in that position with the flipper witnesses. It’s a very ambiguous relationship. You’ve pursued these people, they want to ingratiate themselves with you to get a lower sentence, you want something from them . . . but you know in the end you’re going to stand up in court and ask to have them sent away. What happens is that you develop some complicated personal relationships. You hate their guts when you see them for what they are, but you can also become beguiled by them in a certain way. At the end of the day, you get mixed feelings about standing up and saying, Send him to the penitentiary. Experiences like that were really the inspiration for Robbie.

BP: Speaking of Robbie, you cast him as a personal injury lawyer, the kind of lawyer who often gives lawyers a bad name . . . the ambulance chaser. What do you think of that profession in general?

ST: As the novel presents, there is a scamming aspect to the acquisition of business by these types of lawyers, and because they have a vested financial interest that gives them an inclination to push the envelope. In Robbie’s case, that was pushed a lot further than is right by anyone’s definition. All of those aspects tend to bring some personal injury lawyers into disrepute. On the other hand, as the novel is pretty honest about and notwithstanding some of the egregious aspects of their work, many really do care about their clients. You have to give them an enormous amount of credit in this country for having been responsible for a lot of reforms that benefit individuals, especially in the areas of sexual harassment, civil rights, and consumer rights. The plaintiff’s bar has been responsible for bringing to heel huge vested interests that were beyond the corralling of the political system.

BP: Two sides to every coin, it seems. That’s a big part of this book, in fact of many of your books.

ST: Yes, that’s a pretty durable Turow theme. Everyone has two sides. The tension is between the reality of life and who human beings really are. Everyone is pretty well intended in this book, even the crook Robbie and the overbearing prosecutor Stan Sennett. Sennett’s goals are good ones, he’s just over the top. It’s the inability of the laws and institutions to accommodate these fine differences in people that has always provided a theme for me. In this case, it’s particularly helpful to have that theme. The thematic wedge into this notion is the idea of being undercover, of playing a role, and that everyone is trying to pretend to be something that they’re not.

James Buckley Jr. is an associate editor with NFL Publishing in Los Angeles. He is the author of Eyewitness Football.

Write what you know. While writers are told that every day, a writer's work is naturally that much better if what they know is pretty cool stuff. In Scott Turow's latest book, Personal Injuries, the best-selling legal thriller writer takes what he knows his personal…

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You would never notice to look at him, but Carl Hiaasen is angry again. The soft-spoken 46-year-old native Floridian still has his easy smile and gentle collegiate manner intact, despite a couple grueling days at the Miami Book Fair. There, fellow Miami Herald columnist Dave Barry enlisted his help to fill in for the sidelined Stephen King in the all-author Rock Bottom Remainders band the previous evening. "I’m just learning the guitar, so it was pretty embarrassing," he admits. "I think they just wanted another target."

If you got hooked on Hiaasen back in 1986 with his debut, Tourist Season, but have sensed a lack of righteous moral outrage at greedy developers and crooked politicians in the last few books, take heart: In Sick Puppy, it’s back with a vengeance.

Twilly Spree, the trust-fund vagabond son of a beachfront developer, has vowed to make reparations for his father by cleaning up Florida one litterbug at a time. When state lobbyist Palmer Stoat leaves a trail of McDonald’s detritus in the wake of his Range Rover, Spree can’t resist teaching him a lesson — several times over. The young eco-avenger soon learns that Stoat is greasing a deal to build a bridge to a Gulf Coast island targeted by an unscrupulous developer with a Barbie fixation. That’s when Spree steals Stoat’s Labrador retriever and his trophy wife and attempts to derail the project.

"Part of this was a generational thing in my own life, because I felt, Look at me, I’m just getting old and cranky, I’m 46 and I feel this way," says Hiaasen. "I don’t see any kids who feel like this. They look around and this is the Florida they grew up in and they don’t give a s_ _ _ about anything. But you know what? Then I would go to colleges and universities and meet kids here at the book fair and they are very interested in what the future holds for their kids, what the Everglades will look like in 20 years or what Biscayne Bay will look like.

"So I thought, what would happen if I had someone in the book who just snapped a little earlier? I had fun with Twilly, reliving some of the same angst and fury I felt as a kid. I think going young with that character helped me keep the fire stoked."

No doubt it was the prospect of once again skewering the developers and crooked politicians that brought another character stumbling forth from the deep swamp: former Governor Clinton Tyree, also known as Skink. The funky elder statesman and the young idealist share this moment on the road:

"[Skink] set his gaze on Twilly Spree and said, ‘Son, I can’t tell you what to do with your life — hell, you’ve seen what I’ve done with mine. But I will tell you there’s probably no peace for people like you and me in this world. Somebody’s got to be angry or nothing gets fixed. That’s what we were put here for, to stay pissed off.’

Twilly said, ‘They made me take a class for it, captain. I was not cured.’

‘A class?’

‘Anger management. I’m perfectly serious.’

Skink hooted. ‘For Christ’s sake, what about greed management? Everybody in this state should take a course in that. You fail, they haul your sorry ass to the border and throw you out of Florida.’"

Hiaasen admits he had to keep the charismatic former governor on a tight leash.

"I knew he was going to be in the novel, but I’d made up my mind he wasn’t going to be in the first part of the novel because he does sort of tend to come on stage and start dominating, and he really is out of my control at that point. He just is what he is. Also, I wanted him older and tired and confronted with a younger version of himself."

The author shrugs off parallels between Twilly and himself. Hiaasen’s father and grandfather were both attorneys in Fort Lauderdale, but he says they were just as surprised and baffled by the rampant growth in south Florida as he was.

"Now you have land use attorneys whose job it is to get around master plans and zoning restrictions, and they make good livings off finding loopholes or making loopholes so people can build something where they weren’t intended to build it," he says. "A good example is Key West. . . . They live off the Hemingway mystique, they trade on the Hemingway mystique, constantly. If Hemingway were alive, he’d take a flame-thrower to Duval Street, and that’s the truth. Fifty T-shirt shops? Give me a break."

Surprisingly, Hiaasen spends considerable pages making the loutish lobbyist Palmer Stoat one of his most fully realized characters.

"The trouble is, he sort of checks his moral compass at the door and that’s what gets him," he says. "In the end, he’ll do anything for a buck for anyone with a buck. He just doesn’t see that he’s doing anything wrong; he doesn’t think about the consequences. That’s what I was trying to get across. It’s different from having a villain who is skinning people and eating their brains."

Having written his eight satirical novels from an omniscient point of view, Hiaasen is toying with a first-person narrative next time out. So far, he has fought the tempting offers from Hollywood to develop a series character along the lines of Travis McGee.

"I said, in the first place, I’m not John D. MacDonald. I’d give anything if I could write that way, out of that guy’s head, again and again, but I can’t. I get bored," he says. "Whatever character I come up with for this novel is going to have to be very, very interesting for me to stay inside his head the whole length of it. I think I’m going to have to do a better job of coming up with someone I can stand."

Jay Lee MacDonald is a writer in Naples, Florida.

Author photo by Elena Seibert.

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"Mr. Charles LeBlanc, and his companion, Ms. Mildred Spurlock, will be visiting friends and relatives in Cliffside during the coming weeks. During their visit, the couple will be staying with a family friend, Benjamin Henshaw." In award-winning author William Hoffman’s new novel, this notice never actually appears in the social events column because the newspaper in tiny Cliffside, West Virginia, folded years ago when the coal ran out. Locals could tell you, however, that Charley LeBlanc is a convicted felon who received a bad conduct discharge after the Vietnam War. They could also point out that his girlfriend, Blackie Spurlock, just served seven years in prison for killing her husband.

Charley and Blackie were camping on Montana’s high plains when homesickness drew them back to what remains of Cliffside. Charley, the black sheep of a prominent Tidewater family, wants to visit Jessie Arbuckle, an elderly spinster he once befriended. On his return, he learns that Jessie has been murdered and that Esmeralda, a mysterious older woman, is the leading suspect.

He is determined to find the true motive behind the killing and uncover what brought Esmeralda to the scene of the crime. Charley, who appeared in Hoffman’s previous thriller Tidewater Blood, shows the same self-destructive tendency that has plagued him in the past; relationships with his brother and Blackie may be the price for nailing the killer.

Sheriff Basil Lester bars Charley from the crime scene and bears down on anyone who speaks with him. Still, Charley’s search uncovers enough suspects to suggest a conspiracy that reaches the highest levels of Cliffside’s society. With its stunning ending and sobering lessons for Charley, Wild Thorn is representative of the well-crafted suspense that has earned accolades and faithful readers for Hoffman during his long career.

John Messer writes from Ludington, Michigan.

 

"Mr. Charles LeBlanc, and his companion, Ms. Mildred Spurlock, will be visiting friends and relatives in Cliffside during the coming weeks. During their visit, the couple will be staying with a family friend, Benjamin Henshaw." In award-winning author William Hoffman's new novel, this notice…

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"Crossover" is a word heard more often in music than in publishing. Rarely does a writer who is extremely successful in one genre venture into another. Part of this phenomenon is the result of reader expectation and the ensuing pressure from publishers. Oftentimes, it is simply an author’s choice.

This makes James Patterson’s latest novel, Cradle and All, quite a surprise for his many fans. Patterson, best known for his Alex Cross thrillers, has ventured into an area few mainstream authors have attempted: spiritual millennial fiction.

With his trademark rapid-fire chapters, Patterson tells the story of Anne Fitzgerald, a former nun turned private investigator sent to investigate two pregnant teenagers. Besides being pregnant, the two girls share one other trait: They’re both virgins. Patterson recently talked to BookPage about the genesis of this novel and his own development as a writer.

BookPage: Your latest novel, Cradle and All, is a departure for you in some ways, isn’t it?
James Patterson: Well, it’s a little like When the Wind Blows in that there’s a little bit of the spiritual in it, a little bit of the supernatural. But yes, this one’s a little different. What brings all my books together, though, is the desire to make them real page-turners.

BP: Your publisher describes Cradle and All as "an entirely reimagined version of a 1980 Patterson novel, Virgin. That book is long out-of-print. Readers might want to know how this came about. What inspired you to "reimagine this book? In what ways is it reimagined?
JP: You’d have to read both versions, the old one and the new one, to have a real appreciation of how it changed. I think a lot of writers like to look at old work again. When Virgin came out, I always thought it was a terrific idea, but I don’t think I got it right, so I just kept fussing with the idea. It’s been out-of-print for a long time, so the publisher said "what about bringing Virgin out again? Once I got into it, I decided I wanted to rewrite it. I restructured it a lot, especially changing the main character, Anne Fitzgerald, to a private investigator.

BP: You have an interesting take on writing through female voices. How have you developed such an ability to capture women characters?
JP: I think it goes back to when I was a kid. I grew up in a house full of women grandmother, mother, three sisters, two female cats. I cooked for my grandmother’s restaurant. I’ve always been most comfortable talking to women. My best friends generally tended to be women. I liked the way they talk, the fact that a lot of subjects weave in and out of conversations. Sometimes men are a little bit more of a straight line.

BP: How did you begin writing fiction when you came from a background of marketing and advertising? At one time, you headed the J. Walter Thompson agency, right?
JP: I was writing fiction before I got into advertising, actually. My graduate thesis at Vanderbilt, in fact, was fiction. I was in a doctoral program in the English department and decided I wanted to move on to something else.

BP: So you came out of an academic background in fiction, and yet and I mean this as a compliment your work is decidedly unliterary. It’s accessible, story-driven, and character-driven. Was this a conscious decision or was this an evolution in your life as a writer?
JP: A conscious decision. I read Ulysses and I figured I couldn’t top that, so I never had any desire to write literary fiction. I never read commercial fiction until I was around 25 or 26, and at that point I read two books: The Exorcist and The Day of the Jackal. And I went, Ooh! This is cool. I like these. It’s a different experience from reading literary fiction; it’s a different reward. And I set out to write that kind of a book, the kind of book that would make an airplane ride disappear.

BP: There’s an ongoing discussion or conflict between popular and literary fiction.
JP: Yes, and I think it’s a silly thing to argue about. There’s plenty of room for both. Unfortunately, what happens in the book world is these petty arguments go right out to the populace, so you have an awful lot of reviews constantly trashing or demeaning the novels that are out there. If you look at the movie business, they’ve learned to be generous to both movies that are serious and movies that are more frivolous.

BP: Speaking of the movies, have you been happy with the way Hollywood has treated your novels?
JP: Yes, for the most part. Kiss the Girls was fine. Morgan Freeman was great. But there was a television movie adaptation of Miracle on the 17th Green that wasn’t all that great.

BP: Is there another movie version of Alex Cross coming out?
JP: Yes, Along Came a Spider is in production right now, with Morgan Freeman doing the role again. It’s supposed to be out October 8, but that might be a little optimistic.

BP: And what’s next for Alex Cross? Is another one in progress?
JP: Yes, it’ll be out next November. And I have a new series debut coming out as well. I’ve finished the first book. It involves four women who get together to solve murders. Each of the four women is involved in a different job, but the one thing they share is a level of frustration in their work, primarily from men. They all work in male-dominated professions and then get together in their spare time to solve murders without any interference from men. It’s sort of a Women’s Murder Club.

BP: So again, the female voice?
JP: Yes, when I created the Alex Cross character, there was a certain amount of eye-raising because he was a black man. And then I’ve written all these stories from a woman’s point of view.

BP: So you’re comfortable writing outside your "comfort zone"?
JP: I would be more uncomfortable writing a Tom Clancy military novel or a race car novel or anything like that. Where I’m writing is my comfort zone. I couldn’t write anything else.

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As we speak, author Janet Evanovich is taking a well-deserved hiatus in her rural New Hampshire home; in a couple of weeks, she embarks on a 15-city North American tour to promote her latest Stephanie Plum mystery, Hot Six.

"I hate the flying part, but I love meeting my readers, and I'm a real ham," she says, laughing. "Still, even a two-week book tour takes four weeks out of your life. The week before you go, you have to get your roots done and shop for new clothes because the old ones don't fit anymore. Then you're on the road for a couple of weeks, and everything revolves around you; a driver takes you back and forth to the hotel, people cater to your every need. When I get home, I'm nuts for a week as I adjust to being a normal human being again. The first thing I do is get dressed in a pair of sweats and go to the grocery store."

Like her fictional alter-ego Stephanie Plum, Janet Evanovich is charming, talkative, and funny. "Have you read the new book?" she asks me. I reply that I have read it and loved it. So you got an ARC (advance reading copy)? she queries further. When I answer in the affirmative, she chuckles and says, "Good for you; one sold on eBay a few weeks ago for over $400. [The actual figure was $462.78, ed.] When you have finished with it, you can put it up for auction and generate some extra income." It seems that six of her loyal fans were so eager to find out the identity of Plum's new lover (an unresolved cliffhanger from the last book, High Five) that they formed a consortium to place the high bid on the internet auction. They shared their newly gleaned information by conference call, passed the book around amongst one another, then resold it on eBay to recoup some of their expenses.

A cast of lovable characters in Evanovich's work ensures that readers keep coming back for more. "I used TV sitcoms as models for the Stephanie Plum books," Evanovich says. "It's like Seinfeld. Stephanie is Seinfeld, the central character everybody revolves around." The usual suspects return in Hot Six: the enigmatic and sensual Ranger; on again/off again sweetheart Morelli; sassy Lula, the sidekick with a 'tude; and the unsinkable Grandma Mazur, who moves in with Stephanie after a falling out with Stephanie's parents. "Grandma Mazur is actually my Aunt Lena with a little bit of my Grand-mother Schneider thrown in. When I was a little girl, all the ladies would have coffee and read the obituaries in the newspaper, then go to visit the recently departed. This was before there were shopping malls, and in that part of New Jersey back then, the only evening recreation available was funeral parlors. They would even visit people they didn't know." Hot Six is, not surprisingly, the sixth book in the Stephanie Plum series (the others being One For the Money, Two For the Dough, Three to Get Deadly, Four to Score, and High Five). The wily feminine bounty hunter chases down a variety of oddball perpetrators: a high-school girlfriend about to jump off a bridge, a dope-smoking burnout with a generous spirit, and a homicidal maniac whose weapon of choice is an elderly Ford. In between Plum finds time for romance of both the requited and unrequited varieties with her two main squeezes, Ranger and Morelli.

Many fans of the Stephanie Plum series may not be aware that Evanovich had a steady career as a romance writer for several years before her first mystery. "I didn't get my first book published until I was in my early 40s," she says." In that respect I think I'm a great role model for my children; I have shown them that you are never to old to try something new. I really enjoy genre fiction," she continues. "I wanted to write in the first person, and this is one of the only areas in which you can do that. I think I write adventure novels, rather than mysteries, like, um, Indiana Jones in Trenton, New Jersey." The Indiana Jones analogy is an apt one, as TriStar Pictures has bought the rights to the first Stephanie Plum novel, One For the Money. " That was five or six years ago, and we are still waiting," she laughs. And who should play the lead role? "That's a tough one. I sort of see Stephanie as a composite; there is some of me, some of my daughter, Goldie Hawn, Cher, Julia Louis-Dreyfus." Suggestions from the Evanovich website include Julia Roberts, Jenna Elfman, and Sandra Bullock.

Stephanie Plum, like many of us, is transportationally challenged. In Hot Six, her unloved Escort is reduced to cinders by a misplaced cigarette of dubious origins (another drug-related tragedy, if a deceased Escort can be considered a tragedy). Her new ride is a Buick of indeterminate age but impeccable provenance: "That car is based on my father's old baby blue Buick that he bought when I was a small child. It was so uncool. I always wanted a snappy little roadster like the one that Nancy Drew had, but we were stuck with that old Buick. It was still around when I learned to drive. All of my friends had Impalas and other cool cars, and I had this Buick." So, did Evanovich ever get the Nancy Drew-esque roadster? "No, she replies with resignation in her voice. Although I did have a '66 Mustang, which was pretty okay."

Between book tours, speaking engagements, and other promotional activities, Evanovich spends a large portion of her day writing. " I start each morning at 7:30 a.m., and work through until lunchtime. I'm supposed to get some exercise, and sometimes I actually do," says Evanovich, who claims her favorite exercise is shopping. "In the evenings, four or five days out of seven I work on the website, e-mails, etc, and answer letters." Letters? "We get 10 or 15 snail mail letters a week as well as a number of e-mails. When a new book is due out, those numbers can go up dramatically. We answer every one that comes in. It's our way of bringing the reader in and making him part of the family. Basically," she continues, "I'm just a boring workaholic. I motivate myself to write by spending the money I make before it comes in."

A Plum-crazy website

Don't miss the Janet Evanovich website. Designed by Evanovich's daughter, Alex, the website is exceptionally user-friendly and chock full of interesting factoids and fun stuff to do. There is an author bio (actually an autobio ), a bibliography, a chat room, a schedule of tour and book release dates. Readers can even supply the title for the next book in the series. The website also includes excerpts from each of the Stephanie Plum novels, the chatty Plum News newsletter, and some great graphics featuring the old blue Buick. Says Evanovich, "Nowadays I think that old Buick is kind of cool. Go figure."

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How many 70-year-olds can also claim the title of best-selling debut novelist? We know of at least one: Canadian author Alan Bradley, whose first novel (after two nonfiction projects), The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, became a word-of-mouth hit in early 2009. Set in Britain just after World War II and starring Flavia de Luce, a fiercely intelligent 11-year-old with a talent for chemistry and a nose for mystery, the book was nominated for a handful of awards—and won the hearts of more than a handful of readers. Now Bradley has released the second Flavia de Luce mystery, The Weed that Strings the Hangman’s Bag. This time, Flavia is investigating the murder of a traveling puppeteer whose death might drag a skeleton from the closet of her small English community.

We contacted Bradley, who now lives in Malta with his family, to find out more about the series, his inspiration for Flavia and the many reasons women make better detectives than men.

You’ve said that Flavia just showed up while you were writing a different novel and “hijacked the book.” What was it about her that fired up your imagination? Do children like Flavia still exist today?
I loved Flavia’s undimmed enthusiasm: that powerful sense of self that 11-year-olds can sometimes have. That and the intense focus. I believe that children of that caliber haven’t changed at all over the years, because they tend to be not much influenced by outside demands upon their attention.

At 71 years old, did you ever worry about finding the voice of an 11-year-old girl?
No. There must be a lot of the 11-year-old Alan Bradley left inside me!

Growing up in Canada in the 1950s, was your childhood in any way similar to Flavia’s?
I suppose it was, in the sense that, as a child, I was left alone a lot. And I like to think that I had that kind of burning enthusiasm. My passion was lenses and mirrors—I loved to play with light.

You had never been to England before writing the first Flavia de Luce book—how did you create such an evocative setting?
I grew up in a family of English expatriates who never stopped talking about “back home.” Books about England have always been a favorite read—I have a wonderful collection of them!

Flavia knows a good deal more about science than your average tween—it’s how she makes sense of the world. Was this an interest of yours already, or did you have to study to write the book? Why did you choose chemistry as Flavia’s obsession?
I chose chemistry because it is a subject about which I know absolutely nothing. As I’ve said before, Flavia knows everything there is to be known about chemistry, while what I know about it could be put in a thimble with room left over for a finger. I’m learning, though! I’ve actually come to love poring over ancient chemistry books.

 

Rights to the first Flavia de Luce novel have been sold in several countries. Which cover is your favorite? How does it feel to be an international success? And do you have any overseas publicity tours planned for book #2?
Rights to the first book in the series, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie have been sold in 31 countries, and to The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag, in 19, so far. I love all of the covers—but for different reasons. The U.S. edition, from Delacorte Press, set an incredibly high standard to which every other country has aspired. I’ve just seen the Turkish cover today, and it’s breathtaking.

It’s lovely to know that so many readers love Flavia so fiercely. I’ve even heard from a couple of ladies in Washington who have formed The Flavia de Luce Adoration Society!

I often find when I meet Flavia’s fans that we have a lot in common, so it’s extremely gratifying to know that she’s being welcomed into such compatible company.
Besides the upcoming tour of Canada and the U.S., I’ll be visiting London in April, with two trips to Germany planned for later in the year.

You are also the co-author of Ms. Holmes of Baker Street, a book that presents the hypothesis that Sherlock Holmes was a woman. Do you think women are better suited to detection than men?

Yes. I’m surprised that no one’s ever spotted that before. Women are equipped by nature for the task: for example they have a better sense of smell, hearing, touch and taste than men. What is remarkable in a man is commonplace in a woman: it’s sometimes called “intuition,” but it’s really a kind of secret brain power. If more detectives were women there’d be fewer unsolved crimes.

You’ve planned six Flavia novels—without giving away too much, how do you see the character changing over the course of the series? How has she changed between books 1 and 2?
Since book two takes place barely a month after the first, there’s not a lot of change in Flavia. But she’s definitely growing up as she learns more and more about her place in the world. And it’s not all pleasant.

What books did you enjoy as a child?
I was an early reader. My two older sisters taught me to read before I went to Kindergarten, and once I’d worked my way through Huckleberry Finn and the set of Mark Twain books my mother owned, I read anything I could lay my hands on. One of my sisters had a copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses. I didn’t understand it, but I loved the words. After Ulysses, Dick & Jane were crashing bores.

What mystery writers influenced you?
Dorothy L. Sayers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Ngaio Marsh, Agatha Christie—also, many of the mystery novelists who were writing during the 1960’s and ‘70’s, such as Laurence Meynell, Peter Lovesey, Catherine Aird—the list goes on and on.

What’s next for Flavia?
I’m currently working on book three, which is called A Red Herring Without Mustard. I can’t say much about it except that a Gypsy caravan is involved and that Flavia stumbles upon a particularly gruesome murder. I love that word, “gruesome”—don’t you?

 

 

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When disgraced Elizabethan scholar Henry Cavendish becomes executor of his friend Alonzo Wax’s estate, he thinks his biggest problem will be paying off his impractical friend’s debts and cataloguing his vast collection of manuscripts and books. But instead, Henry is approached by an antiquarian with a sinister reputation who’s searching for the other half of a fragmented letter, from Sir Walter Raleigh to his lesser-known friend, scientist Thomas Hariot. Bernard Styles is certain that Wax had the letter—and that it’s the key to the mystery of the School of Night, a group of scholars that is said to have included the likes of Marlowe and Shakespeare, in addition to Hariot and Raleigh.

Despite some doubts, Henry agrees—Styles is offering a lot of money, after all—but after Wax’s vault is robbed and a close friend is murdered, Henry starts to rethink his commitment to sharing the letter with Styles and decides to uncover its secrets himself. He meets a mysterious woman, Clarissa Dale, who has a special interest in the School of Night, and together the two set out to solve the mystery. The story of their quest alternates with the 17th-century tale of Hariot himself, a man of science whose isolation is breached by a maid whose mind is a match for his own.

In The School of Night, author Louis Bayard makes a slight departure from distinctive historical mysteries like The Black Tower and The Pale Blue Eye (which has just been optioned for film) toward the post-Da Vinci Code genre of past-meets-present thrillers with a literary angle. He makes the change adroitly—both storylines are neatly paced, with intriguing plot twists that keep the pages turning. Fans of authors like Matthew Pearl and Rebecca Stott shouldn’t miss Bayard’s latest offering.

 

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Kate Atkinson’s Started Early, Took My Dog opens with an epigraph from the old rhyme “For want of a nail,” an adage that exemplifies the attention to the large consequences of small actions that has become the hallmark of Atkinson’s richly woven literary mysteries. In the fourth outing for Jackson Brodie, at this point a somewhat reluctant sleuth, he has returned to his hometown to track down a client’s birth family, only to discover that she is connected to a 30-year-old murder.

His best lead is retired Leeds cop Tracy Waterhouse, a woman who is so lonely that she dreads the day the Polish builder completes work on her kitchen remodel. Maybe that’s why she impulsively gives her home improvement nest egg to a known prostitute and drug dealer—in exchange for a small child called Courtney, whom she assumes is the hooker’s daughter. Tracy soon discovers this is not the case, and that there are others besides Brodie who are on her trail. Discovering why, and how, the two cases are connected is for the reader to discover, but as usual it’s an intricate web.

There are some lighter moments for the brooding Brodie this time around. Most of these feature “The Ambassador,” an abused terrier Brodie rescues in a park whose fierce loyalty and simple love is a welcome change from the complicated relationships with the women in his life. And there’s another P.I. in town named Jackson—but is he friend, or foe?

Overall, though, the mood here is dark and contemplative, not unlike that of her now-iconic hero. Atkinson continues to explore the ramifications of violence, especially violence directed at women and children. Her work does not portray a cozy fictional world; rather, it shines a light on the harsh side of this one. Started Early, Took My Dog is a satisfying treat for fans of intelligent mystery.

 

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The Kellerman household seems to be in a state of controlled uproar on this particular afternoon. Faye Kellerman is leaving in the morning for a nine-day book tour in Germany. There is a hum of activity in the background during our phone conversation. Last minute preparations and pressing household matters occasionally take Faye away from the call.

"She's never been to Germany," Jonathan Kellerman tells me during one of his wife's absences. "They've wanted her to come for many years." He says her tour will focus not only on Stalker, Faye's current thriller, but on many of the other novels in her popular Peter Decker/Rina Lazarus detective series. "She's a big personage in Germany," he adds with obvious pleasure.

Of course Jonathan Kellerman is no slouch himself. He has written more than a dozen bestsellers in his Alex Delaware series since the mid-1980s. Commenting on the first, When the Bough Breaks, Stephen King announced that Jonathan Kellerman had reinvented the detective novel. Ardent fans continue to agree.

His latest effort, Dr. Death, centers on the brutal murder of a Kevorkian-like figure. Suspicions fall on the husband of one of Dr. Death's most recent "patients." As always, Los Angeles, vividly described, is also a character in the novel. Many advance readers (including this interviewer) think it may well be his best book yet. Jonathan, who gave up a career as a noted child psychologist to write full-time, believes the book is his most successful attempt to interweave a family psychopathology theme and "a really creepy killer."

Together, the Kellermans have an extraordinary publishing record. Each produces a novel almost every year, an astonishing pace to sustain for the better part of two decades. Stalker, which focuses on the experiences of Peter Decker's daughter, Cindy, as a rookie in the LAPD, is Faye's most successful book to date, the first to crack the top five in the New York Times bestseller list. Jonathan's last book, Monster, was a bestseller in both hardcover and paperback.

As we continue the interview, Jonathan mentions that one of their four children is also working on a novel, "a brilliant historical novel, a rather ambitious and wonderful book," he calls it in one of those warm, big-hearted comments that typify his conversational style.

Jonathan is illustrating a point about the importance of plot. He says his son has come to realize that at some level or another all literature is mystery. It's an excellent point. It's a point that puts Jonathan at odds with much fashionable contemporary writing. And it's a point on which Faye and Jonathan emphatically agree. Unfortunately, I am too distracted to quite take this in. I am thinking: What? Four children? Two prodigious, very successful writing careers under one roof? And now, possibly, a third? How is this possible? How do they ever manage it?

"Doing well in marriage is a good preface to doing well in a household like this," Faye says. "I think the key to managing this is the art of compromise."

"Right," Jonathan says. "Faye and I were married 12 or 13 years before either of us got published. It wasn't as if the two of us met at a writer's conference and brought these egos in. Faye was 18 when I met her; I was 21. To the extent that we've grown up at all, we've grown up together. The fact that our relationship was solid before we got published really helped."

It seems to be true. Throughout the hour we spend talking, the Kellermans graciously take turns answering questions; they trade jokes and witticisms; they encourage one another with praise and endearments and thanks. They say they really don't compete, that they are honestly happy for each other's successes. They seem genuinely to respect one another's work.

Asked to comment on each other's strengths as writers, they are quick to answer. "From the very outset, Faye had a golden ear for dialogue," Jonathan says. "It took me a while to learn to write dialogue. But Faye could do it right away because she's always been a gifted mimic. She also has an innate sense of pacing. Her books are lean, never padded. The story moves along at a rapid pace, because Faye is that kind of person. She's a busy person. She doesn't have a lot of patience for wasting time."

Faye responds, "Jonathan's strength is his consistency in always writing a fantastic story, his ability to keep the story moving and his wonderful prose. He uses the perfect metaphor — not five perfect metaphors. He's able to inject much more into his thrillers than the average thriller-writer because of his training as a psychologist and his keen insight into people."

In fact, the only thing resembling a dispute comes up during a rambunctious discussion of the movies. The two spar playfully over which is the greater movie, Jaws or The Poseidon Adventure. They come to a sort of agreement on Titanic. "That movie finally picked up once they hit the iceberg," Faye exclaims gleefully. "I mean once the water started pouring in, I turned to Jonathan and said, 'All right! Now we've got a movie!'" Jonathan agrees, and adds, "But for me, it wasn't worth waiting through two hours of sloppy romance for 20 minutes of iceberg."

To be honest, all this warmth and tenderness is a little disconcerting. And the Kellermans know how I feel. "I'm always wary of interviews like this," Jonathan says, partly in jest. "What happens is that we come across as disgustingly smug and goody two-shoes. Honestly, we don't have any big skeletons in our closets. But we're both extremely intense people, with very artistic temperaments. There's no doubt about it."

Of the two, Jonathan is probably the most intense. "Everything, everything seems destined to impede my writing," he says. "I'm so paranoid about this. I see life as a series of obstacles. I've got to get into my office and not be distracted. I'm just a fanatic about achieving focus, just trying to shut the door and shut off the phone. My secretary knows not to come in for anything short of an emergency."

Then, during one of Faye's absences, Jonathan says, "Faye has been so wonderful in taking care of me that she basically leaves me free to do this. She manages to do everything, so she's a lot more impressive as a human being."

"Anything that's great takes a lot, a lot, a lot of work," Faye says, later. "We like to write our books and we're grateful that they're successful, but we do work. This is a job. I mean this is a working household."

"Faye and I are very much enmeshed," Jonathan says. "We have four kids, we hang out a lot together, we both work at home, we generally have lunch or breakfast together three, four, five times a week. So we're like a retired couple. Our writing is the only private time we have. We each go into our little offices and close the doors. We're each pretty protective of that. We talk about the financial part of the business but we don't talk much about creative aspects. We don't talk shop."

So the success of this immensely productive marriage isn't just about compromise and work and family? It is also about allowing, even encouraging, private, creative spaces?

The Kellermans definitely agree. In fact, Faye might be speaking for them both when she says, "We love each other, but this is a very personal thing. Jonathan and I collaborate on almost everything that pertains to life. But we want our stories to be our own. For better or for worse, our books are our own personal little slices of life."

 

Alden Mudge writes from his home in Oakland, California.

Author photo by Jesse Kellerman.

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Author George P. Pelecanos has created his own niche as the "best kept secret in crime fiction." The critics love him, but after eight gritty urban novels, the Washington, D.C.-based writer has yet to crack the U.S. bestseller lists or achieve instant name recognition. And that's just fine with him.

"I don't think my books are for everybody," the soft-spoken author said when BookPage caught up with him at a recent ClubMed mystery writers conference. "I totally cooperate with everything [my publisher] asks me to do, and I want the book to succeed, but I've stopped having unreal expectations for any of my books. All I want to be able to do is write another book."

Just the kind of answer you might expect from the easygoing author. But with his growing cult following in the U.S., a thriving fan base overseas and plenty of cheerleaders inside the industry, his name might not stay a mystery for long. "He's the best," raves former touring partner Dennis Lehane. Along with Lehane, authors like Elmore Leonard and Michael Connelly are heaping praise on Pelecanos' latest book, Right as Rain.

Like all of his previous novels, Rain is set in the working class suburbs of Washington, D.C., a side of the federal city that has nothing to do with politics. The story involves former cop Derek Strange, a Samuel L. Jackson-like character with cool confidence, who now heads his own P.I. firm, Strange Investigations. He's hired to investigate the death of an off-duty black D.C. cop who was gunned down by Terry Quinn, a white cop with the unpleasant combination of a quick temper and a chip on his shoulder. Although Quinn was cleared of any wrongdoing, he's tormented by the thought that race made him pull the trigger. He volunteers to help with Strange's case and the unlikely duo of killer and investigator create a unique partnership.

Pelecanos, a Greek-American, has created plenty of multi-ethnic characters in the past, but here he tackles the race issue head on. The racial tension is always just below the surface in his honest look at prejudice on both sides.

Describing his novel as an "urban western," Pelecanos says the story is based on actual events that were happening in Washington during the time he wrote the book. Several black officers had been shot by other policemen and the majority of those shootings were by white cops. Pelecanos researched the book by riding along on several midnight to dawn shifts to get a sense of their job.

"It's a real interesting shift," he says. "You really see what's going on. All the straights are in bed, and the people who shouldn't be are [the only ones] out there."

He also did what he has always loved — just "get out there and listen to people talk." Which might explain why dialogue comes so easy to him.

"I've been listening all my life," he says. Every summer as a kid in Washington, D.C., he would travel across town on the bus to work for his dad's lunch counter downtown. The various conversations he overheard on the bus fascinated him. "I was always interested in not just what they were saying, but the rhythms of their speech, the slang. Just a love of the language."

There are a few other things that Pelecanos is obsessed with, like basketball, cars, music, movies and ladies shoes. Each obsession has a history, and each of those elements finds its way into Pelecanos' books. He put himself through college selling shoes on straight commission ("the best job I ever had"), describes himself as a movie freak who, as a boy, dreamed of becoming a movie director, and admits he used to own a jacked-up Camaro. To him, the kind of car you drive and the music you listen to say a lot about your character. So can he explain the guy/car phenomenon?

"It's something about having a beer between your legs, the music up loud, a girl beside you," he struggles to explain. "Yeah, my books are for guys, I would say. It's another thing keeping me down," he laughs.

Even if you don't get the car thing, maybe you'll understand the vast and varied music references that punctuate his descriptions. It's been suggested that his books should come with a soundtrack, and it's not a bad idea.

"I do understand that I'm alienating a certain part of the audience that doesn't listen to that music. I don't expect people over the age of 60 — just to pick a random age — to know what I'm talking about," he says. "It's sort of like I can't help myself or something. The things that I write about, the settings I write about, people are listening to music. If you've got a book set in the kitchen of a restaurant, the radio is the most fought over appliance in the restaurant all day long. I know because I worked in plenty of kitchens. When people start talking about what they're listening to or why the other guy's music sucks, you start finding out about their characters."

Pelecanos knows all about blue collar jobs because he has amassed quite a resume over the past 30 years: bartender, truck driver, line cook, valet and don't forget shoe salesman. He was general manager of a $30 million company when he had what he calls an "early mid-life crisis."

"That's when it all fell apart for me," he says. "Because what I thought was going to happen was that I'd buy a company or own my own business, and I didn't want to do that. I just didn't want to get in my car every day and be like everyone else. In a way, you can say it's a personality flaw of a lot of writers — they can't really conform. They question everything, from authority to driving the same route everyday."

Despite the fact that he'd never tried to write anything before, he quit his job and started his first book. He finished the largely autobiographical A Firing Offense a year later.

"You've got to remember, I was just a guy saying, 'I want to write a book.' I didn't have any formal training. I never took a writing class, so I'm sure the people around me that loved me were thinking, 'He's gonna fail.' And how would they know, and how would I know, that I could write a book? I just thought that I could. I just had the idea that I could," he says.

And whether or not Right as Rain is a huge hit, Pelecanos will be content as long as he can keep writing seven days a week and churning out one book a year.

"I'm always one book ahead," he explains. "I can write another book before the next one comes out, and I don't have to worry about what people said about that one. I just put something else in the hopper and keep the cycle going."


 

Author George P. Pelecanos has created his own niche as the "best kept secret in crime fiction." The critics love him, but after eight gritty urban novels, the Washington, D.C.-based writer has yet to crack the U.S. bestseller lists or achieve instant name recognition.…

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