I attended the March meeting of Friends of Mystery in Portland to hear SF-based mystery writer Cara Black talk about her books and Paris. A really fascinating and engaging speaker. The way she talks about the city makes you want to head to the airport and jump on a plane. I haven’t read any of the Aimee Leduc series, but I’m going to add them to my voluminous list. I also got the opportunity to have a nice chat with Portland crime writer Bill Cameron. A great guy. If you haven’t read his books, you should take a look. LOST DOG and CHASING SMOKE are good places to start. He captures the city of Portland really well and it’s hard not to like a hero named Skin.
The next night, Greg Rucka was signing the new hardcover edition of his graphic novel STUMPTOWN at Bridge City Comics. Not only did I pick up a signed copy (look for my review soon), but Greg was generous enough to offer to read an Advanced Copy of DOVE SEASON. So if you don’t see me touting his blurb in a month or two, you’ll know he didn’t like it.
It got me thinking. I’ve been writing for a long time, so I have pretty thick skin when it comes to criticism and reviews. But I have to admit, it’s slightly more nerve-racking to hand your book to people who you have read and admire. Obviously I want good reviews from other sources, but I don’t know most of those people’s work. I do want other authors to like it. If they don’t, it’s cool. Chalk it up to a matter of taste. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want them to.
Just finished the book SMONK by Tom Franklin and absolutely loved it (I put a short review of it up at Goodreads). I might wrong a longer piece on it in the future. Definitely not for everyone, but if you like gleefully described unapologetic violence and gore, this western is for you.
Until next time…