The Boston Globe’s Big Picture blog shows us scenes of the perilous US-Mexico border, where a significant portion of Richard Lange’s Angel Baby takes place.
From Brain Pickings’s feature on The Letters of Raymond Chandler. Totally worth reading the article—and the letters themselves!—in full.
Luz is on the run, trying to find the daughter she left behind years earlier, but she knows she may die trying, especially if her husband,El Principe, a key player in a high-powered drug cartel, catches up with her. Read more about her story here.
Mark Billingham takes a minute to introduce The Demands, which is available as an eBook for just $2.99 at the following retailers:
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Keep reading this historical thriller that imagines essayist Thomas De Quincey as both a detective and a murder suspect here.
Fiction Meets Geek History With YOU
It’s not often that I find myself personally relating to a novel’s primary character, but Austin…
“All of us geek dads who grew up watching computer games grow and mature… well, this is one of our stories.”
Richard Lange evocatively describes the Tijuana that inspired him to write Angel Baby.
If you’ve seen our book trailer for The Shining Girls, then you’ll understand why this is a “special” card in our companion card game.
Raymond Chandler and Taki (Image: Venture Galleries)
And from Chandler’s letters:
Our cat is growing positively tyrannical. If she finds herself alone anywhere she emits blood curdling yells until somebody comes running. She sleeps on a table in the service porch and now demands to be lifted up and down from it. She gets warm milk about eight o’clock at night and starts yelling for it about 7.30. When she gets it she drinks a little, goes off and sits under a chair, then comes and yells all over again for someone to stand beside her while has another go at the milk. When we have company she looks them over and decides almost instantly if she likes them. If she does she strolls over and plops down on the floor far enough away to make it a chore to pet her. If she doesn’t like them, she sits in the middle of the living room, casts a contemptuous glance around, and proceeds to wash her backside.
If I could, I would make this post a series and tag it Mystery Cats.