Smatterings on a Shiny Sunny Sunday
Oline Cogdill has her say on Paul Doiron’s excellent debut novel THE POACHER’S SON in the South Florida Sun-Sentinel.
Margaret Cannon reviews new crime fiction by Donna Leon, Olen Steinhauer, Paul Doiron, Jenny White, Anthony Bidulka and Garry Ryan in the Globe & Mail.
Maureen Corrigan invokes Edmund Wilson in her review of Elizabeth George’s new Inspector Lynley novel, and also echoes many of my frustrations with George’s most recent books (namely, was this book truly necessary?
Barry Forshaw examines the latest crime novel by Stuart MacBride, DARK BLOOD, in the Independent.
Margaret Maron delivered the commencement speech at the University of North Carolina-Greensboro this weekend. Among her advice to graduates: “Life does not come with a GPS. So pack your bags…and enjoy the ride!”
Domenic Stansberry is one of those writers whom I suspect will be appreciated most when it’s too late. The SF Chronicle does their best to appreciate him now, but seriously, the Dante Mancuso novels are all worth reading.
Ryan Brown takes a cue from his mother, Sandra, in getting into the thriller writing business. But his tack is a little different – a little more undead, as he tells the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
Juli Zeh chats with Anna Mundow about her philosophically minded crime novel of many titles: IN FREE FALL (US) DARK MATTER (UK) and SCHILF (her native Germany.)
Also in the Boston Globe, John Waters discourses on his massive book collection, current favorites and why he likes to put the most shocking tomes in the guest bedroom.
Mathew Pritchard talks with the Yorkshire Post about growing up as the grandson of Agatha Christie, administering her estate and which of her books endure the most.
Why is Emily Dickinson having her moment now? Holland Cotter investigates.
Canadian children’s book icon Robert Munsch delves into his demons – some conquered, others not – with the National Post.
The Studs Terkel radio interview archive, stretching between 1952 and 1997, will be digitized. I am salivating over the hours and hours I could conceivably spend sifting through these auditory treasures.
One hundred and seventeen days of James Patterson.
Finally, with Law & Order now cancelled, what does it mean for New York City’s economy?