The last three years I stayed with friends on the Upper West Side when I went to ThrillerFest. This year they were out of town, but told me their apartment was mine for the week. So on Independence Day, #3, my 14 year-old, and I winged to NYC for a few days of pre-conference sightseeing. (Did my friends know something I didn't? They were away on an Arctic cruise. The temp in the City hit 103 degrees while we were there.)
#3 and I hit a museum a day. Never been to the Frick before. Fabulous. Especially like the way that Holbein portraits of mortal enemies Thomas More and Thomas Cromwell stared at each other across the fireplace. Great stuff for anyone who's read Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall. #3 and I also were big fans of the Museum of Natural History . What's there could never be duplicated today. Can you imagine a museum sending out hunters to take trophies like grizzly bears or lions in 2010? Or picking up a statue on Easter Island and sneaking it through Customs in your suitcase?
Here's #3 on the Staten Island Ferry. It's the only thing in NYC that costs less than I remember. It used to be a quarter. Now it's free.
The ferry we rode on was named the John F. Kennedy. I consider this a good omen since my current work-in-progress is a historical thriller where JFK plays a significant role. 
Wednesday #3 came along to a couple of literary meetings including one with my (fabulous) agent. I shipped her back to California on Thursday afternoon when ThrillerFest began. The feet above belong to pal Andy Gross who's managed to combine his previous career in sportswear with his current one penning bestsellers. After the party, Andy led a bunch of us to a Greek seafood place where the food was almost as good as the conversation. Sat next to Otto Penzler, who it turns out, reveres Ross Thomas's thrillers as much as I do. Also slung words over the table with Michael Palmer, who told me how he got a blurb from Bill Clinton, aspiring novelist Dr. Julia Kinder, Haligonian Pam Callow ("Halifax's answer to both John Grisham and Tess Gerritsen"), and thriller writers Julie Compton, Carla Buckley, and Alan Orloff.
Friday night we cabbed it over to a terrific party at Otto Penzler's terrific Mysterious Bookshop where I met the latest Swedish thriller sensation, Camilla Lackberg. Afterwards, this gang of us had a great time at dinner. (Or at least I did.) From left: me, Dana Kaye, Robin Burcell, Craig Reid, Rick Mofina, and Julie Kramer. Then it was to the bar and schmoozing with, among others, two of the best of Boston, Hank Phillippi Ryan, who was just down for the day , and Joe Finder, who'd just been interviewed by Russian TV about the sleeper agents that had been arrested and then exchanged.
Saturday lunchtime found time to grab a bite with old pal and International Thriller Writers co-president Joe Moore. Steve Martini joined us mid-chew. Now it wasn't all play (just mostly). Saturday afternoon I sat on a panel led by Edgar Winner David Ellis (at far right, above) that also included (from right) Karna Small Bodman, Don Helin, Casey Moreton, me, and Rick Robinson. Considering we were up against other panels led by the fabulous ITW co-president Steve Berry and Andy Gross of distinctive footwear fame, we drew pretty well.
I didn't go the awards banquet on Saturday night. For shame. But wouldn't you know it -- I showed up for the after-party anyway. Here I am with the glamorous ITW Vice President of National Events, Kath Antrim. What a fabulous job she, Shane Gericke, Liz Berry, and their army of volunteers did! 
It looks like a fight is about to break between me and singing debut author Brad Parks on the far right, doesn't it? Fortunately, Julia Kinder, next to me, and Alan Orloff, next to Brad, kept us apart. 
The after-party in the ballroom ended around midnight and then the after-after-party in the hotel bar ended around one-thirty. I was headed back to the Upper West Side and a few hours sleep when bro Marcus Sakey (on left, above) shanghaied me to a bar around the corner. (That's the talented LA novelist Steve Schwartz on the right, above, and Dutton publicity manager Amanda Walker squeezed in the middle. All look pretty good for three in the morning, don't they?) 
Before leaving Sunday, I had to get a photo of Nellybelle, Pat Brady's jeep on The Roy Rogers Show. I grew up watching reruns of that program. Anyway, Nellybelle along with Roy's horse Trigger are being auctioned off by Christie's this week. (I got a look at Trigger. He might be stuffed, but still looks great for his age.)Now reading this column over, I realize I didn't spend anytime recapping what I learned at the conference's panels and interviews. Tough. Read about that stuff elsewhere.
Till next year at ThrillerFest everyone!
