Dot Dead Diary

Self-Absorbed Writers of the Silver Screen

I watched Starting Out in the Evening on DVD downstairs last night while my wife, #3, and #4 watched No Reservations upstairs.  Any serious flick about a novelist gets bonus points from me.  Funnily enough, the film starred Frank Langella as a mostly-forgotten, self-absorbed writer living in an apartment on the Upper West Side.  (Of course, the place looks great.  Real estate porn.)  Into his life waltzes a grad student who wants to resuscitate his reputation as a way to make hers.  Why funnily enough?  Because the first movie I remember Mr. Langella in was Diary of a Mad Housewife where he again played a self-absorbed writer.  Somewhere in the 37 years between the two films he moved from dashing to decrepit.  Anyway the verdict on the movie?  Intelligent and thought-provoking.  See it for what it has to say about aging and the writer's compulsion.  I'm going to track down the novel by Brian Morton that the movie's based on.

As a sidelight, I laughed when Langella's character approached an editor he had known.  The editor tells him that no one prints literary fiction anymore.  In real life, my manuscript was turned down by an editor at a very large publisher who told my agent I'd written "a gripping book that kept me turning pages from the very start," but that what I'd written was "too firmly rooted in the genre world" for her house.  Can't win nowadays.

 

Chairman of the Board

I really admire versatility.  I'm so impressed with the way so many crime fiction authors juggle a day job as a lawyer or doctor or executive or what-have-you with their writing.  Jim Fusilli has written the terrific Terry Orr series and at the same time is music critic for The Wall Street Journal.  Impressive?  He has a piece on Frank Sinatra in today's paper which is both insightful and elegaic.  I listen to Frankie (and Ella, Tony, Sammy, Doris, Dino, Rosemary, etc.) on AOL Radio's Sinatra Style station while doing any boring, mindless task -- usually paying bills. 

A Helluva Thriller That Ought Not Be Forgotten

Some thoroughbreds not only race fast themselves, but have the ability to pass talent along to their foals.  Maybe authors work the same way.  Patti Abbott is a fine writer who recently garnered a Derringer Award for her story "My Hero" and is the mother of this year’s Edgar winner for best paperback original, Megan Abbott.  Anyway Patti is asking some of her friends to recommend “books we love but might have forgotten over the years.”

Now I don’t want to brag about a memory which can’t always recall where a car was parked thirty minutes ago.  But....  if I love a book I don’t forget it.  I cherish the memory.  Still, the thrust of Patti’s request makes sense.  Who’s overlooked nowadays?  My first inclination was to name a book by Ross Thomas, maybe Briarpatch.  Still, I’ve blogged about him before as have others.  So I went for a stroll along the bookshelves in my office and bedroom.  I cradled this book and that one.  When I came to an old British Penguin paperback of Lionel Davidson’s The Sun Chemist, I stopped.  Now that wasn’t my absolute favorite of his books although it was terrific.  Davidson’s premise was that Chaim Weizmann, the British chemist, first president of Israel, and distant cousin of yours truly, came up with a formula for synthetic oil that had been lost and the hero of the book tries to track it down.  Wonderful.  As were The Menorah Men, The Rose of Tibet, and The Night of Wenceslas (a Gold Dagger winner).  Davidson won a second Gold Dagger for The Chelsea Murders published in 1978, wrote a children's book that saw the light of day in 1980, and then went dark for years.  Finally, like the swan whose last song is its sweetest, Davidson came out with Kolymsky Heights in 1994, one of the two or three greatest thrillers ever. 

There’s more derring-do and adventure in Heights than is typical in Davidson’s oeuvre.  Johnny Porter is not exactly your everyday kind of guy – a Gitksan Indian from British Columbia who happens to be a Rhodes Scholar, too.  A melding of the ancient and the new.  He goes on a mission for the CIA, which he distrusts, to discover a secret inside Russia of inestimable humanitarian value that had been hidden under Stalin's orders.  (As with the missing formula for cheap oil in The Sun Chemist and the original Temple menorah in The Menorah Men, something of tremendous value has been lost and our hero races to find it.)  Porter stands apart, an outsider in his own country and in Siberia an outsider again.  He falls in love or does he?  There’s arcane technological and anthropological lore, a beautiful doctor to fall in love with (or not), and an incredible chase across the frozen tracts of the far north.  In the end Porter proves his loyalty not to a country but to individual people and to humankind.  Read this book.  (You can read the New York Times review here.)

We can’t expect another book from Mr. Davidson who turned 86 in March.  But what a way to leave ‘em wanting more Kolymsky Heights is.

Blog-Jacked by Virtual Thelma & Louise

Jess Lourey's Murder by the Month series is published by Midnight Ink as was my Dot Dead.  Her latest, August Moon, is just out and has been piling up raves.  ("Move over Stephanie Plum.  There's a new bad girl in town!"  - Anthony Winner William Kent Krueger.)  I met Dana Fredsti last December at M is for Mystery's annual holiday party.  Her first novel, The Peruvian Pigeon (not, mind you, The Maltese Falcon) is also on the shelves of bookstores across the country.  A cover blurb warns us that "The ending will wash you away."  When these two gifted, witty, and insistent authors stuck a Glock in my belly and asked me if I wanted to turn my blog over to them today, I thought it over for some time.  Too long, I guess.  A nudge in the solar plexus from the gleaming carbon black weapon decided it for me.  I'd been blog-jacked!  Keith

The Troubles with Touring, by Dana Fredsti

When Jess first emailed me about doing a joint book-signing road trip from the Bay Area to Seattle, I immediately pictured us cruising up 101 in a convertible a la Thelma and Louise.  We would be two pistol-packing mamas, tempting amoral drifters and book store clerks alike with our sexy southern accents (never mind I'm from California, like, y'know?, and Jess is from Minnesota, ya, fer sure!).

Of course, we'd substitute pens for pistols (comment from Keith: "Yeah, right.") and neither of us would be stupid enough to get all our money stolen by one of those sexy drifters. And we'd be driving my Saturn SL2 instead of a convertible and probably forgo driving off the edge of the Grand Canyon since it's several hundred miles out of our way and gas ain't cheap. Oh, and no head-scarves or mom jeans. But aside from all that, it would be just like Thelma and Louise. If they visited bookstores and begged passers-by to purchase their mystery novels. 

Setting up the actual tour made me rethink the "no pistols" part, however. (Another comment from Keith:  "I warned you.")  Both Jess and I are published with small presses: Midnight Ink and Rock Publishing, Inc. And while there are many advantages to being published by a small press (lots of personal attention, a quicker turnaround from acceptance to publication, more say in cover art), being taken seriously by bookstores isn't one of them.  After dealing with rejections from several unnecessarily snotty bookstore clerks and owners, the idea of going in with a gun and snarling "You're gonna carry my book AND give me a signing AND have a cheese tray available!" is very attractive.  "Do you know how many people I talk to every day?" said one local San Francisco bookstore owner when I stopped in with a review copy of my book. He declined it because he "didn't have time to read." A friend of mine went into this same store a few weeks later and asked about my book. She was told by the clerk they didn't carry "self-published" books.   

(Note to snotty bookstore owners and ignorant clerks: having a book published by a small, un-Murdochized publisher who pays all the costs of publication, provides free marketing and review copies of your book as well as other publicity materials and support is NOT self-publication. Not that there's anything wrong with that.) 

The dichotomy here is the independents want people to support them and not buy books through the big chains such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or Borders, where many books can be bought at a discount. However these same stores can't always support the independent publishers who give many new authors their first break because these smaller publishers don't offer the bookstores the discounts they get from the large publishing houses. Ah, the irony!

This all being said, not all bookstores are created equal and there are plenty of perfectly lovely independents willing to host new authors for signings and take a chance by ordering copies of our books. Jess and I are starting off our tour at M is for Mystery in San Mateo as well as hitting Murder by the Book in Portland. As far as the larger chains, the District Event Manager of the Seattle and surrounding area Borders stores has been fantastic and we have signings lined up at the Olympia and downtown Seattle stores. Thank you, Don! 

We'll be driving from San Francisco to Portland after two days in the Bay Area. The plan is to take a full day to drive from SF to Portland with time to meander up the coast, make pit stops as needed, visit a few wineries, and see what kind of trouble we can get into and still keep on schedule. We're still arguing over who gets to be Louise. Neither of us wants to be the naive housewife even if she does get to have hot sex with Brad Pitt. Isn't this how Janet Evanovich and Sue Grafton started out?

Jess Lourey and Dana Fredsti's pacifistic Thelma and Louise-type book tour starts in San Francisco on May 21. By then, they will have decided which of them gets to be the Susan Sarandon character. The person who makes the best case on this blog for why it should be Jess wins a free copy of August Moon, the latest installment in her Lefty-nominated Murder-by-Month series. The person who makes the best case on this blog for why it should be Dana wins a free copy of The Peruvian Pigeon, the first in her Murder for Hire series featuring warm, wise, and witty Connie Garrett. Check here for the latest tour dates and stops.

A Worthwhile Schlep

I've been trying to get to get to one of Cara Black's appearances for a couple of months now.  Tuesday night Libby Fischer Hellmann was at M is for Mystery, but I couldn't make that either.

Yesterday, though, I schlepped up to the City and sat in the audience at Stacey's Bookstore on Market Strret with about four dozen women and three other men to listen to the two of them along with the peppery and prolific Rhys Bowen.  What a treat!  Three masters of the female P.I. novel.  Now Cara has always written about the hip Parisienne detective, Aimee Leduc. Rhys started with police mysteries set in Wales, but her long-running Molly Murphy series features a detective in early twentieth-century New York City.  With her latest, Libby resurrected Georgia Davis, a character from book three of her Ellie Foreman series, and turned her into a P.I.   

Cara's been working hard publicizing her latest Parisian mystery, Murder in the Rue de Paradis.  She was just back from the LA Times Book Festival where the mercury stretched up into the low 90's.  Last year she and I sold together in a booth at the LATBF, and I've never had such a good time flogging books.  She bragged to passersby about blogging Dot Dead (she has a very generous soul indeed) and I snagged potential buyers for her with a line (in truth, her line) about getting to Paris for the price of a book.  We each sold out in about 20 minutes.  Cara has a huge fan base in California, north and south.  No surprise to see Murder on the Rue de Paradis on the San Francisco Bay Area bestseller list.  She deserves it.

Libby and I were on a panel together at the late, lamented ConMisterio Conference a few years ago.  Easy Innocence has been garnering terrific reviews and is into a second printing in both the hardback and paperback editions.  Her hometown Tribune wrote that Georgia Davis "is tough and smart enough to give even the legendary V.I. Warshawski a run for her money."  (BTW, I interviewed Libby myself for The Big Thrill.)  While Cara was chatting with fans, Libby was pulling on her sleeve and saying, "Cara, we have to go.  I have a plane to catch."  She was on her way home to Chicagoland for one night before heading today to the Edgar Awards in New York.  "Blue Note," a short story by the wonderful Stuart Kaminsky in the anthology Chicago Blues Libby edited, is up for an award.  As a glance at her schedule proves, Libby's working hard .

So is Rhys.  She's juggling two series and to keep her fans happy she writes a book in each every year.  Her latest Molly Murphy, Tell Me Pretty Maiden, is just out and the second in her series about Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, an impoverished British royal in 1930's, is out in July.  She's a dynamo in person, too.

Even with gas at $3.99 a gallon, listening to (and chatting with) these three was well worth the expedition north on US101.

Two Interviews That Get You Thinking

I read two articles this week that made me think some about this writing biz.

Lee Child is interviewed in The (London) Times.  Unlike most author interviews, this one seems to focus on material matters, and I am happy to report that Lee, whom I met at Bouchercon in 2006, seems to be doing okay with his Jack Reacher series.  Well, "okay," if two apartments on Manhattan and two near St. Tropez along with such trinkets as a Faberge watch and a Jag allow one to reach the okay benchmark.  So success and wealth have prompted to Lee to turn philosophical.  He says:

"When you have plenty it is really liberating but you reach a point where you realise, 'Wow. I can have anything I want.' This just prompts the question, 'Well, what is it that you want?' and I have found that actually I don’t want very much."

Easy for him to say. 

In an interview in our Times (the New York one, I mean) this week, Harvard psychologist Daniel Gilbert, known as Professor Happiness, says:

"We know that the best predictor of human happiness is human relationships and the amount of time that people spend with family and friends.

"We know that it’s significantly more important than money and somewhat more important than health. That’s what the data shows. The interesting thing is that people will sacrifice social relationships to get other things that won’t make them as happy — money."

Writing is, of course, a solitary pursuit.  Does that mean that we writers all have a tendency for melancholia?  We all know how important friends and family are.  But maybe the social relationships with fellow scriveners we foster at conferences, writing groups, in drinking establishments, and on Facebook help keep us sane and make us a little happier, too.

Girly-Man

My friend, the hilarious novelist Jennifer Colt, went to the bottom of the bucket of invectives she totes around with her and slung a "girly-man" at me several weeks ago.  (Apparently, I don't do enough drafts of my books to suit her.)

A girly-man?  That means I stay out of jail, get higher SAT scores, and read fiction?  Okay with me.

Why do I bring this up?  Doctor, it's my weakness for female British novelists.  I've 'fessed up to my attraction to Anita Brookner's oeuvre before.  Now another one.  Penelope Lively.  Yesterday, with only a break for dinner, I read her City of the Mind about a London architect who loses love and finds it again.  The inhabitants of contemporary London are seen as temporary occupants of what's really an eternal city.  Not everything in this book works -- the flashbacks are contrived, but the main story is terrific.  If I were going to start with one of Ms. Lively's books, though, I would pick her tour de force, Heat.

Dream Job

Newsweek reports that London's new Andaz Liverpool Street Hotel has hired a reader-in-residence.  He's journalist Damian Barr of The Times, who recently had a manicure with Paris Hilton's mom.  What does a reader-in-residence do?  He recommends books, joins guests for meals to discuss books, and is even available for in-room reading sessions.

Hey, what about me?   I love reading.  I get great satisfaction out of someone enjoying a book I've recommended. 

I live only a few blocks from a Four Seasons Hotel.  I might check with the hotel manager and see if a job posting is imminent.

Gritty Noir from Libby Fischer Hellmann

The Big Thrill asked me to interview my friend Libby Fischer Hellman, the Chicago crime fiction author and past president of Sisters in Crime.  Her new book, Easy Innocence, is just out. See what she has to say here about the challenges of writing her first PI novel and the flowering of Chicago crime fiction.

Feds Target Writers Who Use Performance-Enhancing Drugs

Passing along a story from the front page of today's Palo Alto Times.

Justice Department Sniffs Out Performance-Enhancing Drugs in Writing Industry

Palo Alto – The United States Attorney’s Office for the Midpeninsula District of California today announced that it is launching an investigation into the use of performance-enhancing drugs (PEDs) by well-known authors around the country.

“We have convened a grand jury that is taking in camera testimony from authors, editors, and agents,” said Hamilton Wiener, U.S. Attorney. “It appears that some authors have been resorting to PEDs which give them an unfair advantage over their colleagues who play by the rules.”

According to grand jury transcripts obtained by The Palo Alto Times, many authors, especially of mysteries and thrillers, do their writing under the influence of a pharmacopeia of stimulants, opiates, and such. Moreover, Times sources expect a perjury indictment this week of one prolific author who has set sales records for his books and denied using any PED while writing them.

“We’ve got this guy, whose latest book was about to be named an Oprah’s Book Club choice, dead to rights,” boasted Michael Jovert of the U.S. Department of Justice, Office of Inspector General. “He relaxes at night by smoking marijuana according to his mistress. He denies it but she has phone tapes. He’s going down. Oprah’s so grateful that we saved her from the embarrassment.”

"The results of this investigation show our commitment to protect the integrity of America’s reading pastime from deceptive and fraudulent practices," said Inspector Jovert. "We have an obligation to pursue and bring to justice those who prey on vulnerable readers and place profits before public health.”

Bud Taper, commissioner of the Major League of Writers (MLW), said that PED use is unfair to those authors who have been writing while “clean.” He promises to rule shortly on requests to strike the books of an authors found using PEDs from bestseller lists. With the focus of the investigation on crime fiction, such lists may be drastically altered. The New York Times list of the top 15 hardcover fiction books for the week of April 6 contains nine instances of crime fiction.

Industry observers are wondering if Taper will lend his presence to the Edgar® Awards ceremony, crime fiction’s “Oscars,” on May 1.

“He can’t win either way,” said 2007 Edgar Award nominee Cornelia Read. “If he does show, it will look like he doesn’t care which of the nominees have been smoking dope or whatever. If he doesn’t, it will be disrespecting the game of crime fiction.”

In addition to its grand jury investigation, the U.S. Department of Justice is asking for reciprocity from its English counterparts. The Times has learned that descendants of Thomas de Quincey, author of Confessions of an English Opium Eater, will be asked to forfeit the royalties the book has earned over the last century and a half.

Comments from writers have been mixed.

Jeff Shelby, the best-selling mystery author, said, “Late at night, I’ve seen my colleagues take amphetamines to stay up and hit their deadlines. It’s not fair to those of us who scrupulously follow the law and still write great mysteries. I’m sure Wicked Break would have hit the top spot on the Denver bestseller list if only my fellow writers had played fair.”

Author of the hot new mystery Thugs and Kisses, Sue Ann Jaffarian, said, “Dude. I live in LaLa Land, where we do what it takes to get the muse up off her lazy ass. Sometimes that means more than sugar and chocolate. Readers benefit. Where's the harm?”

Keith Raffel, the Silicon Valley mystery and thriller writer, has concerns about the investigation turning into a witch-hunt. “I have been questioned by the grand jury,” he told The Times in an exclusive interview. “What I don’t understand is if only illegal PEDs are being looked at or if any foreign substance that enhances your writing is taboo.”

Raffel estimates that he drinks up to 15 cups of green tea each day he writes. “If that’s outlawed, I’ll be driven back to the software industry where the rules are far laxer.”