The Hungry Detective

I really hate not finishing a book. Hate every aspect about it. Sadly for Nick Stone's Mr. Clarinet , I was forced to set the book aside. I had been mulling it over for the last week, and a few nights ago I reached my limit. I was reading a chapter in the book, one that I felt was the turning point, and I just did not care. I didn't care about the hero, Max Mingus. I didn't care about the story, the kidnapping of children in Haiti. I didn't care about the larger social drama of everyday life in Haiti . The thing did not work for me on any level. I know many have a page limit to termination, but I don't. This lead me to read almost 300 pages of a 425 page book. Seriously, I could have finished the thing if I just spent another day or two with it. It is very strange when a book crosses over from 'not your cup of tea' to 'life is too short.' Truth be told the book was in trouble almost immediately. Without delving too deeply into it there is a very ti...

This blog has only been around for a year. In that time I have not really discussed the origins of my fascination with crime fiction. I have three inspirations to this love affair and a bastard fourth. Maybe one day I will tell you of the others, but today is a sad day. Today is the day I found out this little bit of news . I know what is all coursing through your brains; WTF! Perhaps you knew.... and for those of you who did, why didn't you tell me. Traitors. Turn in your THD badge and scepter. This is a crap way to star the weekend. I can barely write the words that Walter Mosley is quitting the Easy Rawlins business. All THD has left is Cinnamon Kiss and Blonde Faith. Hopefully the HBO produced and Mosley scripted Little Scarlet will come off. I have bought hundreds of books since I bought Devil in a Blue Dress and forgotten most of those purchases. Yet to this day my mind still remembers the shelf Devil was on at my local Walden Book store. I could walk you to that spot. So h...