I'm At The Age Most People Are

We Become Comfortable Saying That There's Nothing New, And Then Something Like Malarky Comes Along, Which Is New And Old And Different And Familiar, But Ultimately Itself, Comfortable In Its Own Skin, Wise And Smart And Crazy-sexy Or Maybe Sexy-crazy-well, You Just Have To Read It To Understand. It's A Novel That Sets Its Own Course, Sure And Steady, Even When It Seems Like It Might Be About To Go Over The Edge Of The World.

As For Music, My Tastes Are Eclectic. Elvis Costello Is My All-time Favorite. I Listen To A Lot Of Jazz, Primarily The Great Female Vocalists, And I Am Very Fond Of The Late Cabaret Singer Nancy Lamott.

Would-be Novelists Need To Bring Equal Parts Arrogance And Ignorance To The Task Before Them. The Arrogance Is Almost Self-explanatory. Walk Into Any Bookstore Or Library, Calculate How Many Lifetimes The Average Person Would Need To Read All The Fiction Contained Therein. To Think That One Has Anything To Contribute, To Any Genre Or Tradition, Takes Genuine Hubris.

The Competition For The Future Of Crime Fiction Is Fierce, As It Should Be, But Don't Take Your Eyes Off Craig Mcdonald. He's Wily, Talented And-rarest Of The Rare-a True Original. He Writes Melancholy Poetry That Actually Has Melancholy Poets Wandering Around, But Don't Turn Your Backs On Them, Either. I Am Always Eager To See What He's Going To Do Next.

It's Smarter To Be Lucky Than It's Lucky To Be Smart.