Picks of the Week

  • Benjamin Black: The Lemur: A Novel

    Benjamin Black: The Lemur: A Novel
    Anyone who thinks John Banville lacks a sense of humor clearly did not read his serial for the New York Times magazine, available in novella-ish format in July. The story has all the basic crime ingredients - blackmail, adultery, murder, betrayal, that sort of thing - but it is so, so clear how much fun Banville had writing this pseudonymous exercise, loading up sentences filled with bizarre but well-placed metaphors and gently (or not so gently!) lampooning his characters as he moves them around his narrative chess board.

  • Cassandra Clare: City of Bones

    Cassandra Clare: City of Bones
    I read this on the flight home from the LA Times Festival of Books and it really is about the perfect airport read: fantastic storytelling, characters whose adventures and melodramas wrap you in their spells and really ass-kicking action scenes involving demons and all manner of underworld types. Sure, Clare clearly owes a huge debt to Buffy and Harry Potter, but dammit, I want to find out what will happen next to Clary, Jace, Simon & co. - and that's exactly the button that's supposed to be pushed.

  • Ibi Kaslik: ANGEL RIOTS

    Ibi Kaslik: ANGEL RIOTS
    Reading this novel was like being transported back to the mid-1990s Montreal I knew during my college years. But it also affords an inside look at the ups and downs, the politics and the dramas, the hookups and breakups endemic to a rising rock band. It's clear, whether told from the vantage point of the young violin prodigy with a boy's name or her bandmate looking to redefine himself outside the orbit of his best friend (and leader) that Kaslik knows this world cold, and we're privileged to share in this knowledge.

  • Irene Nemirovsky: David Golder, The Ball, Snow in Autumn, The Courilof Affair (Everyman's Library (Cloth))

    Irene Nemirovsky: David Golder, The Ball, Snow in Autumn, The Courilof Affair (Everyman's Library (Cloth))
    I'd recommend this simply based off of the utter gobsmacking brilliance that is LE BAL, one of the most crystalline and shocking novellas I've ever read, but the other three works simply confirm Nemirovsky's literary brilliance. THE COURILOF AFFAIR is a wonderful surprise for mystery readers because it's her version of a spy novel, tackling the moral quandaries of terrorism for a so-called greater good by personalizing the narrator's deeds and misdeeds. In other words, Nemirovsky's entire backlist can't be translated fast enough for me.

  • Sarah Hall: Daughters of the North

    Sarah Hall: Daughters of the North
    Goddamn, Hall can write, and her chosen dystopian subject matter gives her the chance not only to show off her sentence-by-sentence chops but to demonstrate how few steps removed our current culture is from the apocalyptic fervor of her world, where the reproductive rights of women are trampled on so definitively it takes an army of women to try, however futile the exercise might be, to take some independence back. I can't think of enough good things to say about this except that it should be read, now and years to come.

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January 31, 2008

Hammett Prize Nominees

The North American Branch of the International Association of Crime Writers is pleased to announce nominees for their annual HAMMETT PRIZE for a work of literary excellence in the field of crime writing by a US or Canadian author. The, nominees are as follows:

Gil Adamson, The Outlander (House of Anansi Press)
Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen’s Union: A Novel (HarperCollins)
Michael Dibdin (1947-2007), End Games: An Aurelio Zen Mystery (Pantheon)
Katie Estill, Dahlia’s Gone: A Novel (St. Martin’s)
Martin Cruz Smith, Stalin’s Ghost: An Arkady Renko Novel (Simon & Schuster)

The winner will be announced at the Bloody Words Conference in Toronto in early June. Congratulations to all the nominees.

NPR Goes Forensic Again

About a month after a three-part series on DNA and Ethics, NPR now goes back to the forensic science well. This time they focus on the FBI's crime-solving efforts, beginning with DNA, moving to voice-recognition and then facial reconstruction.

Nisbet to be rediscovered

Overlook's done a pretty good job at getting formerly neglected espionage novelists Robert Littell and Charles McCarry back on the radar. Now it looks like that ethos will apply once more:

Jim Nisbet's untitled noir crime thriller, plus nine novels from the author's backlist, including LETHAL INJECTION and Hammett Prize finalist DARK COMPANION, to Aaron Schlechter at Overlook, by Matt Bialer at Sanford J. Greenburger Associates (World English).

Suffice to say that will be a good way to catch up.

January 30, 2008

More Smatterings

Wall Street Journal Europe chats with Olen Steinhauer about espionage, the fall of communism and his upcoming novel.

The Toledo Blade has a profile of Marcus Sakey, whose new crime novel AT THE CITY'S EDGE is just out.

Though the DI Joe Faraday series was a calculated gambit on Graham Hurley's part, he tells the Guardian's Chris Wiegand why that gambit has paid off handsomely.

Motoko Rich article one: on Brian Selznick and his Caldecott-winning novel THE INVENTION OF HUGO CABRET.

Motoko Rich article two: on Daniel Menaker's new venture, which so far only features authors who live in New York City. Coincidence or a low budget in desperate need of puffing up should a fairy godmother corporate sponsor show up? I do wish Menaker well, but I hope the program is more Cavett and Snyder and less Maher and Rose.

Scott Timberg extols the awesomeness that is Lydia Millet.

Margaret Truman Daniel, who later in life became well-known for her mystery novel career, died at the age of 83.

I am so glad Leon Neyfakh reports things like these because I love stoopid publishing tricks like scheduling important meetings during Super Bowl Sunday. Way to rally the troops, especially if there's a no Blackberrying rule in effect.

Canada's oldest bookstore is about to close. Bah.

And finally, you'll never hear Van Halen the same way again.

January 29, 2008

Smatterings

At the Washington Post, Bethanne Patrick is chilled by John Grisham's THE APPEAL and Patrick Anderson finds Douglas Preston's new thriller BLASPHEMY to be "entirely readable."

Thank goodness Joan Brady refutes the nonsense perpetuated last week about her being "reduced" to writing thrillers in this interview with the Guardian's Stuart Jeffries.

Congratulations, Jessica!

Debut novelist Charles Bock, who's been getting quite a bit of attention of late, chatted with me over at emusic.com about the process, missing children, and how an accompanying CD came about.

Yes, it is the end of Brian K. Vaughan's comic Y: THE LAST MAN. USA Today tracks the 60-volume series and why fans are weeping it is coming to a close. NY Magazine's Vulture blog also talked with Vaughan.

PW has the scoop on Bookforum's upcoming editorial reshuffle.

After reading this obit, I think I'll track down the works of the recently deceased Theodora Keogh. (via)

Robert Weaver is remembered for his legendary editing skills by Robert Fulford. (via)

Ed goes hunting at the U.S. Copyright Office
and reports back some fascinating results.

Winnipeg resident Andrew Davidson tells his local paper, the Free Press, what it was like to win the literary lottery.

And finally, these are certainly musical pasts to forget. Oh yes.

Patry Francis Blog Day

Today, over 300 writers, editors and bloggers are joining forces to support Patry Francis in her battle against cancer and spread the word about the just-released paperback edition of her debut novel THE LIAR'S DIARY. Susan Henderson at LitPark has many more details, as does organizer Laura Benedict, including links to all the participants, the book trailer, an audio clip, and much more.

As Francis's agent, Alice Tasman, told Shelf Awareness this morning, "The hook here isn't cancer (though Patry's incredible spirit and grace under these difficult circumstances should be an inspiration to us all!) but that the writing community--not known for its fraternity--is banding together and using the Internet to market books in a profoundly new way. Patry has captured and inspired world-wide attention. Just how far can the power of the Internet and the goodwill and generosity of the literary community take this?" Very far indeed, I suspect.

January 28, 2008

Call it a case of pseudonymous appropriation

The piece I wrote may have come and gone, but the speculation on Inger Wolfe's identity continues. At one point, Michael Redhill's Wikipedia page seemed to "out" him (though it has since been corrected), and pretty much every Canadian literary author with a remote connection to dark fiction has merited a guess. Right now, though, I'm more interested in who it isn't, namely this crime writer.

Yes, the URL is right. Inger Wolf, sans e. A Danish writer with two two crime novels (and one earlier non-crime book) to her name, though the second in her series featuring Danish detective chief inspector Daniel Trokic, FROST OG ASKE (FROST AND ASHES) won't be out there until April. But her debut, SORT SENSOMMER (BLACK INDIAN SUMMER) was published in 2006, a full year before the pseudonymous Inger Wolfe inked any book deals. SORT SENSOMMER won the 2006 Danish Crime Academy Award as 'Most Exciting Crime Novel Debut' and has also been published in Norway, Holland and Germany - but not, as of yet, in an English-speaking country (though Wolf now has a Redroom.com page, which seems a way to boost her North American profile and attract the interest of publishers over here.)

Which begs the question: of all the possible pseudonyms for that heretofore unknown literary Canadian (well, North American, but let's call a spade a spade here) writer to use, why on earth pick one that's virtually identical to another woman's name? Especially when the not-so-generic name already belongs to a crime novelist?

In other words, WTF?

It's one thing when name similarities happen by accident - consider that Michael Marshall Smith dropped his last name upon publication of THE STRAW MEN because of the similarity to Martin J. Smith, author of the Edgar-nominated STRAW MEN - but it's rather different to pick a deliberate pseudonym that sounds an awful lot like a writer published in some of the same countries. (In fact, while Wolfe gets the jump in English-speaking countries, Wolf will be published in Germany first by Ullstein, and Wolfe later on by Blanvalet.) Was (pseudonymous) Wolfe, or someone in his or her camp, familiar with the work of (real) Wolf? And if Wolf does land a publishing deal here, will she have to change her (real) name to avoid confusion with the (pseudonymous) Wolfe, who on some dust jackets has taken to adding "Ash" as a middle name? I think my head is beginning to hurt from this name game....

Inger Wolf was kind enough to respond to my email query, and the most pertinent parts of her response appears as follows:

As a matter of fact I know about this story because it turned up one day, I 'googled' my own name. It is one of the weirdest coincidences in my life. Inger is not a very ordinary name outside the Nordic countries, I think, and my last name comes from my German ancestors. So my name is quite unusual already. That somebody in Canada would have a name so close to mine, AND be a crime writer seemed impossible. But since 'her' book will be published using a pseudonym, there was not much more information to be found as to where she got the name from.

...Being published in English speaking countries is definitely a dream. A dream that comes true for only a very few Danish crime writers - but I hope my agent is working on it :-). I must admit that when I heard about this story, I started thinking if it would then be even more difficult for me to be published in those countries - people will mix up the names.

By the way a very successful Swedish crime writer, Arne Dahl, remained under pseudonym for five years and five books. He is also a very prominent literary novelist writing under his own name, Jan Arnald. He was even interviewed in disguise on a book fair but eventually a journalist figured it out.

A query is in to pseudonymous Ms. Wolfe's literary agent as well about the name game situation.

January 27, 2008

Monster Attack on the Weekend Update

NYTBR: Marilyn Stasio reviews new crime novels by Cornelia Read, Minette Walters, Loren Estleman and Christopher G. Moore; Terrence Raffefty does the same with recent horror offerings by Joe Hill, Clive Barker, Laird Barron and John Shirley; Troy Patterson fends off the magic jazz hands of Adam Langer's ELLINGTON BOULEVARD; and David Oshinsky considers a movement attempting to defend Senator Joe McCarthy. Also, in the Magazine, Chip McGrath hangs out in Vegas with debut novelist Charles Bock.

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January 24, 2008

I'm not sure how to feel about this

Whitbread award winning author Joan Brady has won her long-running battle against a shoe manufacturing company on the grounds that toxic fumes affected her ability to work, and while I think it's great she won, the subtext, as reported by the Times, makes me a bit put out:

A prize-winning novelist has won a settlement of more than £100,000 after she claimed to have become so intoxicated by fumes from a nearby shoe factory that she was reduced to writing thrillers.

Joan Brady, who beat Andrew Motion and Carol Anne Duffy to win the Whitbread Prize in 1993 with her book The Theory of War, has received £115,000 in an out-of-court settlement after she suffered numbness in her hands and legs allegedly caused by solvents used by Conker, a cobbler based next to her home in Totnes, Devon.

She told The Times that the fumes were so bad that she was unable to concentrate on writing her highbrow novel, Cool Wind from the Future, and instead wrote a brutal crime story, Bleedout, which she found easier. The violent plot of the book also allowed her to vent her frustrations on the factory and South Hams District Council, which failed initially to detect the smells. According to Nielsen Book-scan, Bleedout has sold a respectable 10,000 copies.

I reviewed BLEEDOUT when it came out in the US about three years ago and liked it well enough. But the whiff of snobbery seems all the more unseemly since Brady's working on a sequel to the book at the moment.

UPDATE: The Guardian's Mark Lawson tackles this very subject.

Practical, or Outlandish?

You decide:

Criminal gangs are using dwarves in a ruse to steal from the luggage holds of long-distance coaches, by hiding them inside suitcases, according to police.

The bizarre crime is on the rise in Sweden and officers say thieves have got away with thousands of pounds in cash, jewellery and other valuables in recent months.

Gangs are said to sneak the dwarves into the luggage hold, hidden inside baggage. Then, once the journey has begun, the stowaways are free to rifle through the bags of other passengers without fear of being apprehended.Before the coach arrives at its destination the dwarves take their loot back into their suitcase, zip themselves inside and wait to be collected by their partners in crime.

I do love the line from the police spokesman quoted in the piece: “We are looking at our records to identify criminals of limited stature.” Ha, er, yeah....