The latest, A Dog At Sea (pictured and purchasable above), has been out a month today. I have only just now gotten my land legs back.
Being the author and the subject of a series of book while gratifying can also be quite tiring and at times, frankly, a bit disheartening when one suspects that one’s work is not always quite understood. Fortunately, I have a corp of stalwart fans who frequently remind me that they “get it” and appreciate Yours Truly and the books. Thank you! There are also, from time to time, those reviewers and critics who courageously brave the dangerous shallows of the misleading “cozy” label and champion the depths they find in my books. Today, I would like to link to Detectives Beyond Borders and his insightful and brave writings. His blog is well worth a visit at any time –it is a lively place and raises the bar for all of us who value writing. He found fit to pick out a few excerpts from my books and make some excellent points:
2) I also like a couple of bits inside the book, including:
“He crammed what looked like a Maryland crab cake into our deeply troubled refrigerator, the interior of which had remained a shadowland of petrified broccoli and pizza since the bulb burned out months before.”
“His reputation in the writing life had been launched and sustained by this pedigree of mid-twentieth-century entitlement and superiority, which by the time of his death in the twenty-first century, was anachronistic.”
and, for what it says about Randolph as a palatable contemporary vehicle for sentiments that might seem precious, dated or eccentric in the mouth of a twenty-first-century human fictional detective, this:
” … the detective is the last true humanist, standing at that intersection where observation and reason meet emotion and intuition revealing the secrets that measure our fragile, inconstant, but extraordinary beings.”