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- Hometown:
- South Carolina
- About Me:
- I read and write and occasionally cook something. I own two cats, but they do not solve mysteries.
- Books And Authors I Like:
- Vachss, Block, Leonard, Huston, anything HCC, Highsmith, Shirley Jackson, AHMM and EQMM, Burke, Lee Child, Charlie Huston, Connelly, Mosley, Stout, Lee Child, Macdonald, Hoch, Dobyns, Westlake - and all that jazz.
- Movies And TV Shows I Like:
- Lost, Earl, Office, Lost, Daily Show, South Park, Lost, SNL, Deadwood and Buffy on DVD, Sopranos, and I occasionally catch an episode of Lost.
Declan believed in the holy trinity – Carver, Hammett, and Thompson – and in the other saints and relics of his hard-boiled religion.
He worshipped the ancient scrolls of Argosy, Black Mask, and Manhunt. He adored the Cains, Burnett, and Ms. Highsmith. His soul accepted Appel’s New York more readily than it did Block’s – though Block was the better writer – and that Green Ice was more fun to read than Maltese Falcon, though ditto Hammett, with genuflection. The stained glass portraits in the atrium of his church were of Scudder, Burke, Bosch, The Op, with the most impressive – the one that caught the sunset light – of Hammer. He had made his pilgrimage to the Mysterious Bookshop, and climbed the spiral staircase.
He believed Hawk deserved billing over Parker, Mouse above Easy.
He traveled with Milo and Sughrue. In a mellow mood he might hang out with Lew Archer, or Pronzini’s Nameless, and as silly as Bernie was, he was a decent guy to have at the beach, but anyone who read Doyle or Christie was just kidding himself – buy yourself a romance already, and get out of the way. He believed Shirley Jackson wrote as hard-boiled as anyone; so what if there was nary a gumshoe, she did have an Edgar. He knew Leonard’s westerns were really crime stories dressed up with Apaches and soldiers.
He believed Mick Ballou could always save the day.
And he believed in the femme fatale.
Especially after he met one in real life.
He worshipped the ancient scrolls of Argosy, Black Mask, and Manhunt. He adored the Cains, Burnett, and Ms. Highsmith. His soul accepted Appel’s New York more readily than it did Block’s – though Block was the better writer – and that Green Ice was more fun to read than Maltese Falcon, though ditto Hammett, with genuflection. The stained glass portraits in the atrium of his church were of Scudder, Burke, Bosch, The Op, with the most impressive – the one that caught the sunset light – of Hammer. He had made his pilgrimage to the Mysterious Bookshop, and climbed the spiral staircase.
He believed Hawk deserved billing over Parker, Mouse above Easy.
He traveled with Milo and Sughrue. In a mellow mood he might hang out with Lew Archer, or Pronzini’s Nameless, and as silly as Bernie was, he was a decent guy to have at the beach, but anyone who read Doyle or Christie was just kidding himself – buy yourself a romance already, and get out of the way. He believed Shirley Jackson wrote as hard-boiled as anyone; so what if there was nary a gumshoe, she did have an Edgar. He knew Leonard’s westerns were really crime stories dressed up with Apaches and soldiers.
He believed Mick Ballou could always save the day.
And he believed in the femme fatale.
Especially after he met one in real life.
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Preetham Grandhi
Early Endorsements for “A Circle of Souls”
Linda Fairstein, NYT Bestselling Author: "A fascinating debut - this novel takes the reader to the darkest places in the human soul, from a writer with the authenticity to lead us there. A stunning thriller and an important read."
Judge Judy Sheindlin, star of the Judge Judy Show: "The seminal work of this fine author kept me glued to my chair until the adventure was over and the mystery solved. A great read!"
Book Synopsis:
The sleepy town of Newbury, Connecticut, is shocked when a little girl is found brutally murdered. The town s top detective, perplexed by a complete lack of leads, calls in FBI agent Leia Bines, an expert in cases involving children.
Meanwhile, Dr. Peter Gram, a psychiatrist at Newbury s hospital, searches desperately for the cause of seven-year-old Naya Hastings devastating nightmares. Afraid that she might hurt herself in the midst of a torturous episode, Naya s parents have turned to the bright young doctor as their only hope.
The situations confronting Leia and Peter converge when Naya begins drawing chilling images of murder after being bombarded by the disturbing images in her dreams. Amazingly, her sketches are the only clues to the crime that has panicked Newbury residents. Against her better judgment, Leia explores the clues in Naya s crude drawings, only to set off an alarming chain of events.
In this stunning psychological thriller, innocence gives way to evil, and trust lies forgotten in a web of deceit, fear, and murder.
You seem to like noir, looking at your list. My book, The Beatitudes, is a paranormal thriller set in New Orleans. It will be out in the fall and I am donating all royalties directly to the New Orleans Public Library Foundation. Libraries support the infrastructure of a great city, so I have started The Beatitudes Network to promote awareness of the importance of public libraries in NOLA.
The blogsite www.beatitudesinneworleans.blogspot.com describes the Network, has excerpts from The Beatitudes, recipes, and more. Merci mille fois. Lyn Lejeune.
Writers, please pass the word…..it’s for a good cause….don’t let the libraries of New Orleans or the US go the way of The Great Library of Alexandria. P.S. just posted an excerpt on my Crimespace page.
Great to hear from you, and thanks for the great comment
If you have a chance to check out my new one...THE FOLLOWER...let me know what you think
And Ken and I have a sequel to BUST coming out called......SLIDE
Cheers, J