First up is the one, the only Laura Lippman:
So, of all the strange e-mails I've ever gotten -- I guess I should say, of
all the e-mails I've ever received from strangers -- how is it that
Dave White becomes the one that I actually befriend and invite into my
home? (Significant Other: Who is this guy and how did he come to stay
with us? Me: I'm no longer sure.)
Seriously, Dave wrote me a nice/insightful e-mail about my work --
insightful because he liked it -- and suddenly I have an IM buddy for
life. I know all about his love life, in fact. There are exactly two
people on the planet who IM me with any regularity and the other one is
Harlan Coben. Is it a New Jersey thing? A tall guy thing? I'm baffled.
I really am old enough to be Dave's mother, by the way, but probably not as exhausted as the actual one must be.
Oh, one of my favorite Dave stories is how he IM'ed Duane Swierczynski and me
when I was trying to interview Duane for my website, so the interview
ended up with Duane and me chanting Dave's name at various points.
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Our next roaster is Christin Kuretich, who got to know Dave through friends of friends and wound up adopted by a whole slew of crime writing types. She promises she has more stories but starts with these for now:
1) Dave White is one of those rare authors who is
actually more enamored by his own stalker [Plot Baby Plot] than scared or
threatened.
He actually switches from “stalk-ee” to “stalk-er”
by blogging about it each time PbP has a new post up about him. Narcissism
reaches new heights.
2) Dave White is one of the most hysterically
gullible people in the world. He would be the first to say he is the opposite
of gullible, but if you tell him a falsehood, he’ll tell you “bullshit”…but
the not knowing will drive him so
crazy, he won’t rest until he’s made SURE it’s bullshit. One
of the best forms of entertainment…watching White squirm and question and
doubt himself, while he tries to figure out if you’re pulling his leg…
3) I once fought Dave White via blog over the movie “War
of the Worlds”. My post about it made him so angry, he had to counter
each of my points on HIS blog, just to make sure the world knew how he felt. The
thing is, most of my blog readers jumped to his blog for a bit to defend my
viewpoint even more. Backfire.
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And then we have John Rickards with a late-game limerick:
Ode To Mr White
There once was a man called Dave White,
Whose pants were alarmingly tight,
Confined to his bed,
By the grip on his veg,
He squeaked, "Fuck it, I might just as well write."
Just in from Jason Pinter, aka the man who originally bought WHEN ONE MAN DIES:
Dave White is a man among men, unconcerned with integrity
and cleanliness. This bold trait was on display when attempting to solicit a
blurb from an author, beginning his query letter with a story about meeting the
author in the urinal stalls at the Edgars. Thankfully he has no political
aspirations, but if you see a copy of WHEN ONE MAN DIES slip under your toilet
stall, followed by a strange foot caressing your leg, you'll know it's just
Dave.
