Archive for August, 2009

Charles Todd and Jacqueline Winspear: Their characters could be sisters

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

winspear_16.jpgtodds.jpgWhenever I read a series, I sometimes wonder how the characters from one series would mesh with another.

After all, authors who set their novels in the same city are showing us a different side of that setting through the characters who love where they live, flaws and all.

Would Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch and Robert Crais’ Elvis Cole like each other if they met on the street?

Well, actually, they have and the mutal respect the authors have for each other showed through their characters.

Both Connelly and Crais have featured unbilled cameos of the other’s character meeting their character. (Trivia experts…do you know which novels I am talking about??!!!)

As I was recently reading Charles Todd’s excellent new novel A Duty to the Dead, I immediately thought of Jacqueline Winspear’s novels, the latest of which is Among the Mad.

This is a compliment to both authors and their characters.

Todd’s A Duty to the Dead introduces a new series from the authors of the Ian Rutledge novels. (Charles Todd is actually a mother and son writing team, Charles and Caroline Todd.)

Todd’s new series character is Bess Crawford, a British nurse during World War I. Here’s a link to my review of A Duty to the Dead that shows the high regard I have for this novel.

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Bess Crawford could easily be the younger sister of Jacqueline Winspear’s Maisie Dobbs. Or the older Maisie could be the mentor to the younger Bess.

Like Bess, Maisie was a nurse during WWI who in the years since the war ended has become a skilled psychologist and private investigator.
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The Bess and Maisie novels are set in different years – Maisie’s war days are over as the world enters the 1930s; Bess is smack in the middle of the war as A Duty to the Dead begins in 1916.

Doesn’t matter.

WWI is the shadow that covers both women’s lives.

While the characters could be sisters or cousins or colleagues, both Todd and Winspear have a different take on their characters, each author bringing a rich palette to their stories.

WWI was a defining time for the world and especially
Great Britain. It ushered in a beginning of women’s rights, the rise of technology and the decrease in emphasis on the class system.

Winspear has been exploring the aftermath of WWI in relation to women for six novels now; Todd is now looking at the women’s role during the war. (Todd also will continue the Ian Rutledge novels.)

The mystery genre is never too crowded for excellent stories.

I think both women would like each other if they ever met. I know I do.

PHOTOS: Charles and Caroline Todd, left, Jacqueline Winspear

Review: Three Weeks to Say Goodbye by C.J. Box

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

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box_3weeks.jpgThree Weeks to Say Goodbye
by C.J. Box
Minotaur, January 2009, $24.95

When suburban Denver couple Jack and Melissa McGuane adopt baby Angelina, their life seems complete—that is until Garrett Moreland, the baby’s birth father, shows up on their doorstep claiming he never signed away his parental rights. Garrett’s ties to gang-bangers and drugs add to the McGuanes’ anguish, but the boy’s father, a powerful federal judge, unaccountably takes his son’s side in the custody dispute. Over the McGuanes’ protests, Judge Moreland gives the couple three weeks to say goodbye to Angelina. The clock starts counting down and the suspense rises to an almost excruciating level, one that ensures readers won’t sleep until the conclusion.

Aided by childhood friends, a real estate millionaire and a disgraced cop, Jack and Melissa wage a battle to keep their baby, a battle that escalates into shattering violence. For a while, justice seems ephemeral, and evil triumphant, but C. J. Box is an old hand at twisting the knife in his readers’ guts, and granting reprieves at the last possible minute. His stomach-knotting plot alone would be enough to make this book extraordinary, but Box has peppered its pages with a host of wondrous characters, especially “Uncle Jeter,” a Wyoming mountain man who loves to play rough. Jack’s ranch hand parents, too, are beautifully textured, providing a stark contrast between the judge’s citified machinations and Wyoming’s pristine wilderness.

box_plainsight.PNG More from Mystery Scene on this author
> In Plain Sight by C.J. Box, reviewed by Jules Brenner

2009 Shamus Award Nominations

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

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There’s more reason to celebrate during Bouchercon Oct. 15 to 18 in Indianapolis.

And if you haven’t signed up for this mystery conference, what is your excuse? I am even giving you the link!

The Private Eye Writers of America (PWA) has announced the reedcoleman.jpgnominees for the 28th annual Shamus Awards, given annually to recognize outstanding achievement in private eye fiction. The 2009 awards cover works first published in the U.S. in 2008.

The awards will be presented at the PWA banquet, to be held Friday evening Oct. 16, 2009, in Indianapolis, Indiana, during the Bouchercon World Mystery Convention.

Here are the nominees. Congratulations to each and best of luck to each.

salvation.jpgThis is a terrific list…everyone is a winner already.

Best Hardcover
Salvation Boulevard by Larry Beinhart (Nation Books)
Empty Ever After by Reed Farrel Coleman (Bleak House Books)
The Blue Door by David Fulmer (Harcourt)
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The Price of Blood by Declan Hughes (Wm. Morrow)
The Ancient Rain by Domenic Stansberry (St. Martins Minotaur)

Best First PI Novel
Stalking Susan by Julie Kramer (Doubleday)
Swann’s Last Song by Charles Salzberg (Five Star)
The Eye of Jade by Diane Wei Liang (Simon & Schuster)
In the Heat by Ian Vasquez (St. Martins Minotaur)
Veil of Lies by Jeri Westerson (St Martins Minotaur)

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Best Paperback Original
Snow Blind by Lori Armstrong (Medallion)
Shot Girl by Karen Olson (Obsidian)
The Stolen by Jason Pinter (MIRA)
The Black Hand by Will Thomas (Touchstone/Simon &Schuster)
The Evil That Men Do by Dave White (Crown/Three Rivers Press)

Best Short Story
“Family Values” by Mitch Alderman (Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, June 2008)
“Last Island South” by John C. Boland. (Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Sep/Oct 2008)
“The Blonde Tigress” by Max Allan Collins (Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, June 2008)
“Discovery” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch (Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, Nov 2008)
“Panic on Portage Path” by Dick Stodghill (Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, Jan/Feb 2008)

Dogs in mysteries

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

I love dogs. Anyone who knows me well, knows that.

My affection for dogs goes back to my earliest childhood. One of my favorite photos is of my father hold me at a year and a half watching my first dog, Lou, eat her first meal with us. I still remember the day 8 years later when she died.

Since then, life has been a series of wonderful dogs. Currently, we have two — both shih tzus — and like every dog I’ve ever had, Gizmos and Dashiell were rescues.
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So I always pay attention to how dogs are depicted in mysteries. I don’t want dogs who are detectives. I don’t want dogs who talk or drive cars or do anything other than be the wonderful creatures they are. (Though my husband and I suspect that our boys are ordering from QVC when we are gone.)

I always liked the way that Laura Lippman and Harlan Coben have realistically used dogs when they have cropped up in their novels.

In his debut A False Dawn published a few months ago, Tom Lowe introduced a darling miniature dachshund named Maxine who was the companion and comfort to Sean O’Brien, the ex-cop hero in this new series.

In my review for Mystery Scene, I said:

It doesn’t reveal any plot points to mention right away that Maxine, makes it through “A False Dawn” unscathed.  Despite living on the edge of the alligator-ridden St. Johns near the Ocala National Forest in Florida, Max is just fine and even becomes a heroine in Lowe’s . . .  ultimately satisfying debut.”

That’s Lowe at right with his friend.
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So I had to smile when three paperback from David Rosenfelt arrived this week. Each features a lovely golden retriever on the cover. Yes, the dog has a starring role in his novels and, yes, Rosenfelt keeps it real.

Look at that face on the cover of Play Dead….how can you not love it.

So, readers, what are your favorite books that feature dogs? And while we’re at it, let’s include cats, too.

Arnaldur Indridason’s Jar City on TV

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Ever since Lawrence Block’s Bernie the Burglar series was filmed as the dreadful Burglar, I’ve been leary of mysteries being made into movies.

Fortunately, the filmed versions of Dennis Lehane’s Mystic River, Gone Baby Gone and, hopefully, the upcoming Shutter Island have changed those misgivings.
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So in that vein, I am excited that the filmed version of Icelandic  author  Arnaldur Indridason’s Jar City is now being shown on the Sundance Channel.

Jar City, filmed in 2006, will air at 11 p.m. Wednesday Aug 19 and then again on Saturday Aug. 23. Check out the Sundance Channel’s schedule.

When it was released, Jar City received quite good reviews. The New York Times called it “vivid and powerful.”

A comment on imdb.com, stated that Jar City could be “an episode of “CSI: Reykjavik” .”

Jar City also was quite popular in Iceland. In one year more than  83.000 people saw the movie. The total population of Iceland is 300.000. That bit of info came from our next-door neighbors who are Icelandic. (A shout out to Thor and Erla.)

Arnaldur Indridason also is popular.

In 2003, he had five novels on the Icelandic best-sellers list for a week, the only author other than J.K. Rowling to simultaneously hold the top three spots. In 2004, he sold 100,000 copies of his mysteries. That’s the year that his novels were seven of the 10 most popular titles borrowed from the Reykjavík City Library. Then there are his awards – two Glass Keys, a Swedish Caliber and the Golden Dagger.

A few years ago, I interviewed Arnaldur Indridason for Mystery Scene. (Issue No. 97, Holiday, 2006)

During our interview, we discussed Iceland as a setting for crime fiction, how he uses the history of the country in his novels and the changes the country has undergone.

Arnaldur’s novels are written in Icelandic. He has a good relationship with his English translator who also lives in Reykjavik. “He represents the books the way I write them,” he told me during the interview.

We also talked about the literacy rate in Iceland. Nordic and Scandinavian countries are known as being nations of avid readers, and Iceland is no exception, having also produced a number of authors.

Iceland also has one of the highest literacy rates in the world at 99.9 percent.

“Icelanders read a lot, and all kinds of books,” said Arnaldur during the interview.  “They love good writing, poetry, anything. They are open to new things and are willing to find new authors. We are proud of our writers because literature is our contribution to the world. We’ve been writing books since the 10th century with the Icelandic sagas. And those books are still hugely popular. Books matter very much in Iceland.”

I am most interested in how Jar City, which I liked very much and which made my best of the year, translates to the screen.

Then I’ll compare notes with my neighbors.

(For a bit more about Jar City, visit my Off the page blog.)

Elvis on Lonely Street and Bubba Ho-Tep

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

lonely.jpgDo mystery writers know more about Elvis Presley than most writers?

Then contemplate Steve Brewer’s and Joe R. Lansdale’s takes on The King of Rock ’n’ Roll.

I was thinking about this while watching the DVD of Lonely Street, which is just out. (I’ll be reviewing Lonely Street at my other blog for the Sun-Sentinel this week.)

Lonely Street is a quirky, amusing film based on Steve Brewer’s amusing, quirky novel Lonely Street. In that novel, Brewer introduced New Mexico private investigator Bubba Mabry.

In Lonely Street, both film and novel, Bubba gets the case of a lifetime – keeping a tabloid reporter away from his wealthy, reclusive client, Mr. Aaron.

Mr. Aaron breaks a striking resemblance to Elvis Presley.

Mr. Aaron, it seems, has been living quite nicely in an Asian-inspired mansion, practicing tai chi and knocking back healthful smoothies.

As Mr. Aaron, Robert Patrick gives a credible performance as The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.

Without being a caricature, Patrick delivers the essence of Elvis.

Not the Elvis during his young years, not the Elvis during his Vegas days, not the Elvis in his last bloated years.

Instead, Patrick captures the essence of Elvis as he might be as a man in his 70s who has eschewed peanut butter and banana sandwiches for grass shakes and tai chi.

Patrick shows us the man Elvis might have been, as envisioned by Brewer’s novel.

As much as I enjoyed Patrick’s performance, Bruce Campbell in Bubba Ho-Tep, 2002, is flawless. Bubba Ho-Tep is based on a short story by Joe R. Lansdale
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After watching Lonely Street, I dug out my DVD of
Bubba Ho-Tep.

Campbell, who has an ongoing role as Sam Axe in USA’s Burn Notice, is one of the best “B” actors.

Whether he’s playing a side kick in Burn Notice, leading in the Army of Darkness films or bringing justice to the old west in The Adventures of Brisco County Jr., Campbell nails it.

In Bubba Ho-Tep, Campbell’s Elvis is living in an East Texas nursing home, which is being invaded by a mummy intent on sucking souls out of its residents. Elvis is there and so is John F. Kennedy played by Ossie Davis. (And you thought Lost was confusing.)

While both Lonely Street and Bubba Ho-Tep are over the top in their depictions of Elvis, each has a ring of authencity.

Neither actor approaches the role as an impersonator.

Theirs are not the Elvis who would be doing covers of his songs at the local motel lounge or presiding over weddings at the Vegas Little Chapel.

These are Elvises who left show business, living their golden years with less fan-fare, but a bit more self-respect.

It took mystery writers Steve Brewer and Joe R. Lansdale to show us the Elvis who might have been.

Lonely Street came out this week. Lonely Street: Bridge Home Entertainment, $19.99, 88 minutes running time, Rated: R.

Photos: Top, Robert Patrick and Jay Mohr in Lonely Street; bottom, Bruce Campbell in Bubba Ho-Tep.

Review: Trust Me by Jeff Abbott

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

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Jeff Abbott
Dutton, July 2009, $25.95

“Every book is a ‘page-turner,’” you say. “How else would I be able to read the thing?” Well, even the most hardened cynics will be turning the pages of Jeff Abbott‘s Trust Me very, very fast. Abbott wastes little time in setting the scene: With a 50 million dollar plot to initiate attacks against America looming, a grad student researching domestic terrorists finds himself in a little too deep. What follows is an intense account of one man trying to survive, unsure who, if anybody, he can trust. Discovering his inner-Jason Bourne, protagonist Luke Dantry proves himself more than capable at staying one step ahead of his adversary.

In Trust Me, the enemies are numerous and they are online. Dantry refers to his research subjects as the “Night Road,” a Web-based terrorist network that connects white supremacists, anti-government crackpots, and homicidal maniacs. Everyone is chasing the money, which has been, somewhat implausibly, misplaced. As Dantry tries to stop a series of deadly attacks, he also discovers a shocking truth about his family. This is one compelling, cinematic read.

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Thursday, August 13th, 2009

sharon.jpgSharon Gless in an interview with the Associated Press on how she got the juicy role playing Madeline, the chain-smoking mother of Michael Westen (Jeffrey Donovan) on USA’s spy/detective series Burn Notice:

“They needed the mother from hell. `Let’s get Gless!’ ”

Review: Mating Season by Jon Loomis

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

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by Jon Loomis
Minotaur Books, April 2009, $24.95

Mating—or let’s just call it sex—seems to be on everyone’s mind in the resort town of Provincetown, Massachusetts.

Police Detective Frank Coffin and his off-again, on-again ex-wife are trying to have a baby and the constant attempts are leaving him exhausted.

Coffin’s partner, Sergeant Lola Winters also has amour on the mind with her new girlfriend—and this time she might be “the one” for the policewoman. Even animals are doing it in the street.

With wry humor, Jon Loomis ties all this emphasis on “mating” to Frank and Lola’s murder investigation of Kenji Sole. Wealthy, beautiful, intelligent and very much into porn, Kenji was always on the prowl for a mate.

She preferred married men because they were easier to control. The detectives’ investigation hinges on Kenji’s myriad married lovers—and their furious wives—some of whom are leaders of the town, the county, and even the state. But first Frank and Lola have to start with Kenji’s hundreds of porn DVDs, most of which were filmed in her bedroom with her in the starring role.

While Mating Season features much subtle humor, Loomis also brings depth to his characters with serious subplots including Frank’s relationship with his mother who has Alzheimer’s and wants to die. Loomis follows last year’s clever debut, High Season, with the equally sharp Mating Season.

Review: Who Killed Art Deco? by Chuck Barris

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

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by Chuck Barris
Simon and Schuster, June 2009, $14.00

reviewed by Helen Francini

Arthur Deco, the scion of a wealthy, prominent family from Kentucky, makes his home in New York, where he rebels against his parents while living off their money. Then he ends up an apparent suicide in his own fancy Park Avenue apartment. More than one person hates him enough to kill him, among them his domineering, bigoted father and the boyfriend whom he has jilted in a particularly nasty manner. The suicide is an obvious fake, but when the New York City police department shows little interest in the case, Art’s father hires Jimmy Netts, a podiatrist-turned-detective, to solve it.

Cloaked in the guise of a simple whodunit, this story is really an examination of the many ways in which things can go horrifically wrong when people do not fit in with their surroundings. Along the way, ex-game show producer Barris skewers all social strata, East and West Coasts, parents and children, northerners and southerners, gays, straights and bigots alike; nothing is safe from his cynicism. If Barris’ style tends towards the overly simplistic at times, it is also compulsively readable. The characters are broadly drawn, but he pulls you in and makes you want to find out what happens to these people. Netts is particularly sympathetic, despite his highly unorthodox method of deducing the truth.