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  • Adam Thirlwell: Politics: A Novel (P.S.)

    Adam Thirlwell: Politics: A Novel (P.S.)
    One would think this book is about sex, And while it is, since the characters have so much about it, some of it is kinky, and threesomes play a big role in the narrative. mostly POLITICS is about everything else: the mechanics, the logistics, the emotional minefields, the awkward questions, the moral dilemmas, and, well, the politics of what it is to be with someone you love or someone you don't, and how an act that should be simple is anything but. Thirlwell was disgustingly young when he wrote this but he absolutely understands that to make this book work, there must be an underlying sweetness and sincerity to the entire story. Now I want to see what he's up to more recently. Amazon | Indiebound | B & N | Borders | Powell’s

  • Jennifer Mascia: Never Tell Our Business to Strangers: A Memoir

    Jennifer Mascia: Never Tell Our Business to Strangers: A Memoir
    Years ago I was blown away by Mascia's Modern Love piece describing her parents' secret past: her father was a mobbed-up convicted murderer, and her mother not only knew all about it, but aided and abetted her husband when life required being a fugitive, selling drugs, and living at great highs and crushing lows. Mascia's book tells a more whole story about her peripatetic life, and even with every new shocking revelation what remained consistent was how much she loved her parents, no matter how deep those lows went, and how much she misses them now that they are gone. Unconditional love never goes away, no matter if those who receive it deserve it. Indiebound | Amazon | Borders | B & N | Powell’s

  • Juli Zeh: In Free Fall

    Juli Zeh: In Free Fall
    Give me a novel of ideas and if the story is good and the characters are believable and entertain me, I am there. Give me a crime novel of ideas, where two physics professors, friends and rivals, opposites but startlingly similar, do emotional battle on an intellectual canvas, raise the stakes through betrayal, the possible kidnapping of a child, and embroil a romantic-leaning police detective in the complicated machinations of quantum theory, and holy hell, I think I have myself one of my favorite books of the year. Powell’s | Indiebound | Amazon | Borders | B & N

  • Simon Lelic: A Thousand Cuts

    Simon Lelic: A Thousand Cuts
    It appears to be a crime with an easy solution: a disgruntled schoolteacher shoots up his place of employment and kills several students in the process. But really, Lelic's novel is about the catastrophic consequences of bullying, and how this act is hardly limited to kids turning on other kids, but burrows deeply into adult relationships as well. He evokes empathy for the killer and sympathy for Lucia, the investigating officer who has to fight for every scrap of dignity as she pieces together the far more complex truth of what really happened at the school. Powell’s | Amazon | Borders | Indiebound | B & N

  • William Lindsay Gresham: Nightmare Alley

    William Lindsay Gresham: Nightmare Alley
    I cannot stop raving about this book to people. The circular narrative structure, the demented feel of a traveling carny troupe, and the extraordinary rise and precipitous fall of Stan Carlisle give off the persistent, raging feeling that hell is always with us, and success is basically a sucker's game. No matter what the biographical evidence on Gresham's state of mind leading up to and after the book's bestseller (and movie basis) status in 1946, I don't think we can really know what demons plagued him to produce this marvelous noir gem. B & N | Indiebound | Amazon | Borders | Powell’s

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March 16, 2008

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Charles Ardai

Criminal negligence or not, it's a disaster whose impact will be felt for a long time, and not just for the obvious reasons. Along with FuBar, in the building that was destroyed, was the office of the agent for three of Hard Case Crime's cover artists. If this had been a weekday rather a weekend, the staff would surely have been there, working; one or more artists might have been there; hell, I might have been there myself (I used to stop by from time to time). Now it's rubble. Anything stored in their office -- gone. Obviously, this pales beside the four deaths and dozen injuries, and I'm thankful as hell it wasn't worse; everyone from the agency has been found and is okay. But my god, what a bolt out of the blue. My friends are alive, so by definition they're the lucky ones -- but how they're going to rebuild their lives, I don't know.

Cornelia Read

Very, very happy to hear that your guys are okay, Charles!

And Sarah, loved the Dark Passages column. I did have a moment of confusion when a scratch on my monitor screen made me think you'd written "Hughes, a *rioted* Irish playwright," and then wondered if that had anything to do with karaoke bars in Anchorage last year, etc.

Declan Hughes

I don't know. A man gets slung out of a karaoke bar for SWAYING, and six months later, on the eve of St Patrick's Day for heaven's sake, Lady Cornelia drops whatever she's doing - lunching with Dominick Dunne and Polly Bergen in Saratoga, allegedly - to MALIGN and TRADUCE his reputation. Before he has the chance to do so himself on Ruth's Bouchercon blog. Why Can't We All Just Get Along?

Cornelia Read

Dude Declan, I *totally* still think the karaoke incident was a case of racial profiling. Besides which, you didn't spill a DROP from those pitchers of Budweiser at that bar Humpie's down the street, mere moments later.

Declan Hughes

Humpie's was down the street? I thought we'd travelled to another state. Not that I was there, you understand. Or if I was, I was only holding it for a friend. (Jesus, Humpie's - what were we thinking?)

Cornelia Read

It was a long street. And the locals were shooting at each other, if memory serves.

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