Sunday Smatterings, Daylight Savings Time Edition
Much as I love the extra hour of daylight, losing the extra hour of sleep kind of blows. But enough kvetching, on to the links:
Marilyn Stasio has her say on new crime fiction by Valerie Laken, Sean Doolittle, Jedediah Berry and Jacqueline Winspear.
Oline Cogdill reviews the new Randy Wayne White novel for the Sun-Sentinel and SJ Rozan’s SHANGHAI MOON on the wires.
The Observer’s Tobias Jones goes on holiday with the current crop of international crime fiction.
Akira Higashiyama has won the Haruhiko Oyabu Award for detective fiction in Japan.
Robert Rotenberg and his debut novel OLD CITY HALL is all over Canadian media, what with a review in the Toronto Star, Mark Medley’s profile in the National Post and Brian Bethune’s take in Maclean’s.
Earl Emerson brings back his PI Thomas Black after a ten-year hiatus and tells the Seattle Post-Intelligencer why he did so.
Gerry Schmitt, aka Laura Childs, informs the Minnesota Star-Tribune of the genesis for her cozy-mystery writing career.
Ian Rankin has a new novel, A COOL HEAD, that’s part of the Quick Reads campaign in the UK. He tells The Press and Journal all about it.
The Wall Street Journal has a short profile of Barry Eisler, venturing into standalone thriller territory with FAULT LINE.
Jack Batten’s Whodunit column in the Toronto Star reviews recent books by Ruth Rendell and Val McDermid.
The Livingston Daily writes up Bryan Gruley and his excellent debut mystery STARVATION LAKE.
Marshall Browne’s financial thrillers are written up by the Sydney Morning Herald’s Jason Steger.
Ron Charles wonders where today’s radicals are when they are reading Stephenie Meyer vampire novels instead.
Mark Athitakis talks with Jesse Ball, author of wonderfully unclassifiable novels like THE WAY THROUGH DOORS.
Guy Gavriel Kay looks at the often complicated, not quite symbiotic relationship between authors and fans.
Not too many people can lump in Jade Goody, Philip Roth and David Foster Wallace in the same essay, but Gordon Burn is not most people.
Finally, summing up Julie Myerson-gate is going to take more time than I have, but in a nutshell: she wrote a novel called THE LOST CHILD that mirrored her experience of kicking her drug-addicted teenage son out of the house. He got pissed the book was published and told the press in great detail. Now the commentaries and criticisms begin, and Myerson defends her actions. This won’t be over by a longshot.