It Was Going So Well, and Then…
So the weather wasn’t perfect today, but it was nice. Not too hot, not too cool. The type of day where sitting outside is a true pleasure. Great lunch, crazy hummingbird dances, and the daily paper. And then we hit the sentence: It seems that under every mystery writer’s skin beats the heart of a novelist who yearns to transcend the genre. But it couldn’t stop there, oh no. There was another sentence: Writing about Richard Price and Dennis Lehane, who spin tales of crime in New York and Boston, respectively, New York Times critic Caryn James describes them as […]
