2023 – The Year in Review: (1) Publications

The year 2023 is almost at an end and we’re staring down the barrel of 2024, which looks like it may be an “interesting” one, in the Chinese curse sense of the word. I find it instructive to listen to or read interviews from decades in the past (even stand-up comic routines) in which people talk about how terrible things are at the moment and I have to wonder When Will There Be Good News? (to purloin the title of a fine novel by Kate Atkinson. It’s all relative, isn’t it?

Didn’t go very far this year. We had a couple of vacations at our favorite rental house in Surfside Beach, once for each of our birthdays. The latter was a working vacation—we didn’t take time off from work and were at our respective computers during the daytime, but with the sound of the surf and the beautiful vistas in the background. I could do that again! While I was there, I reread The Stand for the first time in years and established a detailed timeline of the book for the short story I’d been invited to write for the Stand-inspired anthology edited by Christopher Golden and Brian Keen. We prepared most of our meals—although we had a few at the nearby beach-front restaurant—did a jigsaw puzzle (there were a dozen pieces missing from it!), and watched old shows on MeTV in the evenings.

I do have plans for a couple of trips in the coming days, including attending Chris Golden’s House of Last Resort Weekend in January. I don’t look forward to the travel part of these events, but I am looking forward to seeing people I haven’t been with in over four years.

I’m still writing every day, although my day job has been encroaching on my weekends this past month or so. I also decided to learn some Spanish and now have a 75-day streak on Duolingo. After living in Texas for over 30 years, I figured it was time.

Stephen King: A Complete Exploration of His Work, Life and Influences is now or soon will be available in eight languages (other than English): Croatian, Italian, Czech, German, Polish, Spanish, Hungarian and Japanese. It’s been a lot of fun seeing the book get some press in other languages. For example, the Czech edition is featured in the December issue of Pevnost magazine. Maybe I’ll be able to read the Spanish edition one day.

The English edition is still a #1 bestseller in the category of Horror & Supernatural Literary Criticism. It was also nominated for a Locus Award. There’s a “discount” edition available if you have an Ollie’s Bargain Outlet in your area—it has a different cover, which is kinda cool. Be on the lookout for news concerning a new edition that should be available in late 2024.

This was a good year for short story publications, with an even dozen appearing in anthologies and magazines. They run the gamut from crime to horror to science fiction to fantasy.

  1. Life Saver, Still of Winter, February 2023
  2. A Girl and Her Dog, Shortwave Magazine, Feb 8, 2023
  3. Chapter 2, Sunny Pines (round robin novella), Cemetery Dance Publications, March 2023
  4. The River Heights Ripper, Black Cat Weekly #84, April 2023
  5. Crocodile Tears, More Groovy Gumshoes, Down and Out Books, April 2023
  6. His Father’s Son, Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, July/August 2023
  7. Freya Goes Viral, Mirrors Reflecting Shadows, July 29, 2023
  8. Grand-Père’s Last Transmission, Rhapsody of the Spheres, Third Flatiron Publishing, August 15, 2023
  9. Jurisdiction, The Perfectly Fine Neighborhood, September 2023
  10. Turning to Stone, Road Kill: Texas Horror by Texas Writers, Vol. 8, Hellbound Books, 2023
  11. Gemini, Mickey Finn Volume 4, December 11, 2023
  12. Helen Wheels, The Binge-Watching Cure III, Claren Books, December 16, 2023

I have several more in the queue for 2024 already as well (plus nearly another dozen in submission). I may taper off writing stories to concentrate on longer fiction next year. I have a very rough draft of “The Dead of Night” for Dissonant Harmonies II with Brian Keene and notes and a couple of chapters for a novel that I want to tackle starting in January.

In addition to a couple of columns and reviews at News from the Dead Zone, I published three essays this year:

I did my regular year-end roundup for the next Stephen King Catalog/Annual from the Overlook Connection, too.

I also took part in several podcasts/interviews:

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The Longmire Defense by Craig Johnson

One wouldn’t expect the discovery of a seventy-year-old rifle to generate more than historical interest. True, the weapon is associated with the long-ago murder of Bill Sutherland, a former state accountant, and it has long been theorized that Lloyd Longmire did the deed, but that doesn’t explain why powerful people try to keep Absaroka County Sheriff Walt Longmire from digging into the past. Walt had a fraught relationship with his grandfather but he intends to investigate even if it means proving what has long been suspected.

It was Dog who uncovered the gun, hidden on the mountain side where Walt was searching for a missing tourist. Walt immediately recognized the rare and distinctive model for what it was. Amazingly, the bullet extracted from Sutherland’s corpse is still in evidence, so he sends the gun and bullet to the state capital for forensics investigation. He gets a supportive call from a woman—who also works in state finance—who says she’s Sutherland’s granddaughter. As Walt digs deeper, he discovers that two other people associated with the case died or went missing within a year of the murder.

As part of his investigation, Walt decides to disinter Sutherland’s body, enlisting the help of the local gravedigger. Although unauthorized, their efforts to find the corpse fail. However, someone is determined to dissuade them from pursuing the search, badly wounding the gravedigger. Things are getting serious.

Of course, things are never simple in Walt’s world. An ill-advised marriage proposal to his under sheriff, Vic, causes a rift in their relationship. She’s taken aback by his abrupt proposal and starts taking personal days off, going completely off the grid and, ultimately, disappearing completely. Walt wants to try to reach her but everyone—including people without a good track record with relationships—advises him to let her be for a while. She is the heir apparent to his job (will he retire or won’t he?), although there are others lobbying to be his replacement.

The case takes him to Casper—where he gets to visit his daughter Cady and granddaughter, with his old boss Lucian Connally in tow. Someone is stalking Walt, though, and an archivist assisting him in gathering information is assaulted in her home and left for dead. Walt has an unpleasant run-in with another state official (he threatens to throw the man through a window), people are fired from their positions without explanation, and suspicious characters start popping up in Durant, some seemingly friendly, others less so. Plus Walt has to deal with the once-missing tourist, who holes up in local motels without demonstrating any ability to pay her bills.

It’s a complex case, but Walt is going to see it through to the end. The title refers to a chess maneuver. Learning to play chess from Lloyd Longmire is one of the few pleasant memories he has of the man. The case takes him back to his grandfather’s ranch house and spread, a place he has deliberately avoided for many years, where he meets up with a childhood friend who is now an ATF agent. It becomes the setting for a harrowing and violent climax, as everyone with something to hide converges on Walt to force him stop his investigation one way or another.

There’s a certain comfort in returning to a familiar series, especially when the author finds new ways to shake up the characters. Johnson has a unique view on Wyoming and its people, especially the residents of Durant. Sometimes secondary characters are pushed to the background (Henry is rarely seen in this novel) and sometimes they emerge in interesting ways (developments regarding Saizarbitoria, Longmire’s Basque deputy, show the character in a new light). Longmire himself is getting longer in the tooth, although he can still throw a punch or a bullet when needed.

Johnson also has a few interesting literary quirks. For one thing, he seems obsessed with eye color. Characters are often defined by the color of their eyes, and the motion and focus of eyes often drive the action. People turn their eyes on Walt, look up at him or down at him. He also has the habit of beginning scenes without explaining who is speaking to whom. It can take several paragraphs for the identities of the participants in the scene to become clear. These are small quibbles, but they can be sometimes distracting or disorienting.

This is the nineteenth novel to feature Walt Longmire and company. Johnson has laid hints about Longmire’s grandfather over the years and this novel gives him the opportunity to delve into that relationship in detail. By the end of the book, Walt is forced to re-evaluate a man who he seems to despise while at the same time embarking on a new life adventure.

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I Feel Fine

Brian Keene and Christopher Golden announced (finally!) the anthology they are co-editing: The End of the World as We Know it – Tales of Stephen King’s The Stand. Brian has been hinting about this project for some time, under the code name Operation Walkabout. The list of invited contributors is quite impressive: Josh Malerman, Paul Tremblay, Richard Chizmar, S. A. Cosby, Tananarive Due, Alma Katsu, Caroline Kepnes, Michael Koryta, Scott Ian, Joe R. Lansdale, Maurice Broaddus and Wayne Brady, Bryan Smith, Somer Canon, Hailey Piper, Jonathan Janz and others, including yours truly.

Last month, when my wife and I were on a working vacation at Surfside Beach, I reread The Stand for the first time in a number of years. While doing so, I prepared a detailed, day-by-day chronology of the events in that book. King does a really good job of keeping track of the passage of time. I wanted to make sure my story blended in with the known timeline. My tale has been written and is now in the hands of the editors, awaiting their feedback. I had to pitch them my idea and they seemed quite happy with it. Hopefully they are equally happy with the end result.

King isn’t contributing a story to the anthology—nor are the two editors—but there will be an introduction from King. For those who’ve asked, this is going to be released by one of the big publishers, probably late in 2024. I haven’t heard that there will be any special editions, but it’s early days, so stay tuned!

On October 1, I pulled out a new moleskine journal and began writing “The Dead of Night,” the follow-up novella to “The Dead of Winter,” which appears in Dissonant Harmonies, a two-story collection from Brian Keene and me. I’ve added to it every day—some days more than others—and I’m up to 75 hand-written pages, which means I should probably think about wrapping it up fairly soon. I can only guess the word count. I figure it’s somewhere around 20,000 words. True to my mandate, I have been listening exclusively to the playlist Brian prepared for me, which you can find here. I have to say, the story has taken me in some surprising directions. I’m just thankful that each day, when I sit down to write, more of the story rolls out from wherever these things come from.

Other publication news:

My story “Turning to Stone” appears in the new anthology Road Kill: Texas Horror by Texas Writers, Vol. 8. It’s a monstrous mosh of fallen angels, prepubescent prescience, tempestuous incest, intergalactic blues, a Gulliverian massacre, cynophile racists, murderous rodents, a prehistoric Devil Head, the return of Bram Stoker’s forgotten hero, and so much more…featuring stories from Joe R. Lansdale, Emma E. Murray, Jae Mazer, Bret McCormick, Madison Estes, Chris Miller, James H. Longmore, Jonathan Louis Duckworth, Robert Stahl, Matt Micheli, Elford Alley, Iphigenia Strangeworth, Jacob Austin, R. L. Olvitt, Lawrence Buentello, Tom Bont, and E. R. Bills. And me.

I was interviewed by Kayleigh Dobbs in conjunction with the publication of The Perfectly Fine Neighborhood anthology, which contains my story “Jurisdiction.”

Recent TV series: Dear Child, a German series on Netflix that reminded me a bit of the Brie Larson movie Room, but only a bit. I watched Rose Red, which I don’t think I’ve seen since it first aired. Some really fine performances, although the square aspect ratio really makes it seem creaky and old. I’ve been enjoying the French crime series Lupin on Netflix, too. My wife and I have been watching old M*A*S*H episodes. We’re up to season 3 now.

I almost passed on The Boogeyman, but now that it’s on Hulu I checked it out and I quite enjoyed it. I don’t know why it took such a critical drubbing. I couldn’t get into the Pet Sematary prequel, though. It just didn’t work for me at all. My wife and I watched Flora and Son (Apple TV+) and The Burial (Amazon) with Tommy Lee Jones and Jamie Foxx, both quite good. I took a trip down nostalgia lane to watch Mr. Dressup: The Magic of Make-Believe (Amazon). He, Casey and Finnegan were omnipresent in my youth.

I finished A Better World by Sarah Langan and Thirteen At Dinner by Agatha Christie, and we’re almost to the end of The Longmire Defense by Craig Johnson. I’m also reading The ABC Murders by Agatha Christie, which I remember much better than the other Christies I’ve read lately.

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An Honest Man by Michael Koryta

What does it mean to be honest? Strictly speaking, someone who answers questions put to him without lying is being honest. However, there’s a reason why people who are sworn in before they testify in court are asked to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. It is possible to lie by omission.

Israel Pike considers himself an honest man. He’s been recently released from prison after serving fifteen years for committing murder, a charge he’s never denied. Hard to deny when the crime was committed in the presence of numerous witnesses, including his uncle, Sterling Pike, Salvation Point Island’s long-time (and thoroughly corrupt) sheriff, and the brother of the victim.

One might wonder why Israel returned to the coastal Maine island, known familiarly as SPI, upon his release. Everyone knows him there, including what he did. Everyone knows everyone else’s business on a small island. A fresh start in a new locale might have seemed a wiser choice, especially when, shortly after he returns to SPI, he stumbles upon a drifting yacht that contains seven dead men, including high-profile political figures. He immediately reports his discovery to authorities but, given his dark past, he becomes a person of interest. It doesn’t help that he has a connection, albeit tenuous, to one of the deceased. When questioned, he answers honestly, but it’s clear to readers he knows a lot more about the situation. He chooses to tell the truth…but not the whole truth.

An FBI agent named Jenn Salazar joins the investigation. She’s someone with whom Israel has history. In fact, she’s the reason he was released from prison early and why he’s back on SPI. Salazar has a connection to the island and it’s dark secrets, which will be revealed in due course. It’s tied to the mysterious woman twelve-year-old Lyman Rankin discovers hiding in one of the island’s numerous abandoned houses. Lyman, who uses this house as an occasional refuge from his abusive father, is surprised to find the injured young French woman, who is armed with a hatchet and has a supply of blood-soaked money. Lyman is resourceful and savvy, but also a victim who knows anything he does might set his father off again.

Sterling is determined to fit Israel up for the murders. Israel inherited his grandfather’s boat yard, much to his uncle’s chagrin. If he can get Israel behind bars again, Sterling stands a chance to take over the business, which he has always coveted. He already owns a significant fraction of the property on the island and is using it as a base of operations for his criminal enterprises.

A mysterious and resourceful man who claims to be a private detective offers Israel a chance to write the narrative of the crime in a way that will keep him out of trouble, even though Israel really is innocent. Koryta weaves together the multiple threads into a compelling tapestry of corruption and abuse, involving heinous crimes covered up by people in authority. He paints a compelling picture of the extreme version of rural life exemplified by coastal New England islands. As it turns out, people can keep huge secrets from each other in these cloistered settings, and it’s Israel’s goal—together with the few people he thinks he can trust—to expose the wrongdoings and destroy the long-running network of corruption operating on Salvation Point.

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I’m a terrible blogger

Months go by in the blink of an eye. I could blog more. I should blog more. And yet there never seems enough time. It’s not like I don’t have news to share—there’s always something going on that I might consider newsworthy. And yet. And yet.

Like the fact that the German edition of my latest book, Stephen King: Sein Werk, sein Leben, seine Inspiration, published earlier this month, has already gone into a second printing. I have frequently heard from German fans of King’s work that books about King are rarely translated into German. This edition was done by a Swiss publisher and it is apparently selling quite well. The Czech, Polish, Spanish and Hungarian editions also came out recently, with the Japanese translation pending. I have the eight editions currently available lined up on a shelf and they make a handsome set, it must be said. I find it interesting that certain publishers have decided to put the title one way on the spine and others go for the reverse.

Some recent short story publications:

My 2022 story “Death Sentence,” published in Black Cat Weekly #51 was one of the “Other Distinguished Mystery and Suspense” stories mentioned in the 2022 anthology The Best American Mystery and Suspense, edited by Jess Walter and Steph Cha.

My essay “Living in a Web of Mystery,” which appeared in the limited edition hardcover Reading Stephen King (2017) is becoming available again in a new value-priced trade paperback edition that will be out in November.

What else have I been working on lately? I turned in a draft of a short story to an anthology to which I was invited to submit. The anthology hasn’t been announced yet, but it’s really cool and I hope the editors like what I sent them. I currently have about a dozen other stories in submission, which is about the norm. I have a couple more I’d like to try to write before I turn my attention back to a novel I started a few months ago but have neglected in the interim. I’d also like to carve out some time to write a novella for Dissonant Harmonies II. Then, when I was working on an essay for a project that also hasn’t yet been announced, I stumbled upon a phrase that seems ideal as a short story title…all I have to do is figure out what the story is that goes with it!


We got our COVID shots on Friday afternoon, along with our flu shots. It was quite a mis-adventure. The closest pharmacy that had the Moderna vaccine was six miles away. That probably doesn’t sound far, but we’re used to going to the one that’s less than a mile away. We had a reservation for 4:15 pm but when we got there it seemed obvious that things weren’t going according to plan. There were a lot of people sitting around and standing around waiting. For some reason, my wife’s flu shot wasn’t in their system, so that required a lot of fussing around. Then, because of the unexpectedly high demand, they ran short of the Moderna vaccine and had to get more out of the fridge, which meant a long wait for it to come to room temperature. We finally got our shots done by 5:45.

It was a little difficult to sleep that night because both arms were sore at the injection sites, which made it hard to pick a side to sleep on. The flu shot arm recovered quickly, but the Moderna side remained quite sore all the following day. Now, about 36 hours after the shot, it’s only a little tender. My wife tends to react worse to these shots and felt achy most of yesterday.

We haven’t watched a lot of movies lately—mostly TV—but yesterday was a three-movie day as we lounged about in our post-vaccination malaise. First, I watched No One Will Save You on Hulu (my wife doesn’t care for scary movies). This one is an alien invasion film starring Kaitlyn Dever, who I first knew from Justified. She plays a young woman living alone in the family house, ostracized by her community for reasons. Then, one night, the aliens come and she has to fight for her life while some of her neighbors are possessed by X-Files-esque grays with awesome powers. The kind of aliens that Whitley Streiber wrote about. The film’s gimmick is that there is virtually no dialog, even in places where it would make sense for the character to say something, even to herself. I’m not sure that was necessary—the movie would have been just fine if people said things. Her character is feisty, ingenious and resilient. The ending has sparked some controversy and discussions—it took me a while to figure out exactly what it meant and whether or not I liked it. Ultimately, I think I do, but it sure does go in an oddball direction. All-in-all, definitely worth checking out.

Then we watched Moving On (also on Hulu) starring a virtually unrecognizable (to me, at least) Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Malcolm McDowell and Richard Roundtree. Fonda plays a woman who’s longtime friend has just passed away. At the viewing, she announces to the new widow that she’s going to kill him. She then tries to get her other friend (Tomlin) in on the plan. Tomlin, playing her usual pithy, sarcastic character, has most of the best lines. Roundtree plays Fonda’s first ex-husband. Of course, things don’t go as planned, and decades-old secrets are revealed. The humor is dark, but it’s always fun to see these legends on the screen.

Finally, we watched Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, which was every bit as fun as I hoped it would be. I’d avoided most of the spoilers (except for the cameo at the very end). I absolutely did not recognize Antonio Banderas. At all. But I did pick out Boyd Holbrook from the new Justified series. Raiders of the Lost Ark was one of the first movies I purchased on VHS when it became available in late ’83. It cost something like $40, if I recall.

I took a one-month subscription to AMC+ which also got me Sundance/Now and access to a batch of interesting crime series, many of which I’d never heard of before. Dark Winds, based on the Tony Hillerman novels, was what got me there in the first place. A very good interpretation of his Leaphorn/Chee stories, set in the seventies. Glad to hear it’s been renewed. Then I stumbled on Wisting, a Finnish crime series that I quite liked. I knew about Des, starring David Tenant as a real-life serial killer, but this was the first time I got to see it. Also quite good. I found a couple of New Zealand crime series with multiple seasons: The Gulf, set on an island, and One Lane Bridge, which features a Maori cop who has special skills and a seemingly cursed bridge. The Light in the Hall is a good Welsh crime series about a decades-old murder, and The Cry, starring Jenna Colman, has plenty of twists and turns. I almost quit Deadloch after fifteen minutes because it was so crude and over-the-top, but I’m glad I stuck with it, as the characters grew on me and the story is well conceived.

I liked Hijack on Apple TV+ (hard to go wrong with Idris Elba). I rewatched season 1 of Yellowjackets as a preamble to the second season. It helped me eliminate a lot of my confusion about who was who in the different eras. Justified: City Primeval was a different creature from its predecessor and I think it suffered from the lack of those old, familiar faces, but I enjoyed it, and was amused to learn that the actress who played Raylan’s daughter was Olyphant’s daughter.

Currently watching: The Changeling on Apple TV+ and random episodes of early M*A*S*H.

Currently reading The Deadly Rise of Anti-science: A Scientist’s Warning by Peter J. Hotez and a forthcoming novel by Sarah Langan. Also reading Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin to my wife. Just finished Hallowe’en Party by Agatha Christie because the new Kenneth Branagh Poirot film is loosely based on it. Very loosely, it seems, based on the trailer. It’s not one of Christie’s finest, I have to say. It has an interesting germ of a story (a young girl announces to a large group of people that she once saw a murder, only she didn’t realize that’s what it was at the time. A few hours later, the girl is murdered) but it’s quite repetitive and Christie shoehorns in a lot of Greek mythology that seems forced. I do look forward to seeing A Haunting in Venice, though.

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The Autobiography of Matthew Scudder by Lawrence Block

There have been biographies written about fictional characters. In some instances, the biography is a novel that purports to recount the life of the subject, but in other cases, writers assemble the “known” facts about a fictional character and recast them into a pseduo-biography. Much rarer are autobiographies purportedly written by long-running series characters themselves.

Lawrence Block has been writing about Matthew “Matt” Scudder for nearly half a century, starting with The Sins of the Fathers in 1976, through seventeen novels and a number of shorter works. His fictional story in the novels begins shortly after he quit his job as a NYPD detective. His marriage has failed, he’s a more-or-less functional alcoholic, he lives in a hotel and makes money as an unlicensed investigator. Over the course of the series, he evolves and ages. He gets sober, and his attendance at AA meetings while he continues to “help out friends” becomes a running subplot. He also occasionally reflects on incidents from his past life as a cop, but much about his early days remained unknown, until now.

Scudder knows about the novels that have been written about his cases, but he also knows they’re fictionalized. Fiction requires a certain structure and symmetry that real life rarely possesses. He’s also aware of some inconsistencies in his story from book to book—his birthday, for example, or whether a certain life-altering bullet was fired uphill or downhill. This book isn’t really meant to set the record straight. Although he establishes his real date of birth once and for all, he admits there are many things he doesn’t remember clearly. Time, alcohol and age have a way of blurring memories. The existing novels, though, speak for themselves for the most part, and he wastes little time revisiting those cases, except for a few momentous incidents.

Scudder is a self-aware writer. He knows he can write (he attributes his advancement with the NYPD in large part to his ability to write incident reports that record what happened in a way that makes readers feel present), but he’s not entirely sure why he’s writing this account and he questions whether anyone is going to want to read it. It feels like he has begrudgingly agreed to a classroom assignment; however, once he begins, he finds himself remembering or rediscovering things about his early days. He had an older brother, for example, who only lived briefly. Scudder never met him, but he knows that the loss of a child profoundly affected his parents. What comes as a revelation is how that loss also affected him, in ways he’s never before considered. His wife Elaine, who is reading what he writes, is astonished to find out about his brother. The fact he’s never mentioned him is revealing, she believes.

Authors sometimes create brief or detailed biographies of their characters before they begin to write about them, but this is no five-page summary of a life. Over the course of this 200+ page book, Block—via Scudder—dives deep into a character he probably knows better than any of his other fictional creations. It reveals much about Scudder’s relationship with his parents, how he ended up on the police force, how his career advanced and why he ultimately decided to give up his gold badge. He is open about how he fell in love with his first wife and how that marriage ultimately fell apart. 

According to Block, the autobiography began after he received a request to write 4000 words about Scudder’s life. Once he started writing, the assignment grew and grew into this 65,000-word book, longer than any of the first three books in the series.

As to Scudder’s question about whether anyone will be interested in reading his account of the first 35 years of his life, the answer from this reader is a resounding yes!

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Where I End by Sophie White

It’s a rare thing for a book to take this reader completely by surprise, but Where I End does just that. It is an exquisitely beautiful, profoundly disturbing and frequently grotesque short novel that almost defies description. 

Much of the opening section is taken up by describing the main character’s bafflingly complicated and arduous living circumstances. Nineteen-year-old Aoileann (pronounced “Eeeeel-in”) lives in a remote house on an Irish coastal island where she and her family are shunned by the other residents, who themselves are considered odd by mainlanders. The island itself is a strange and uncanny place, too rocky to inter the deceased, so the residents have come up with a monstrous burial routine. Aoileann’s cottage is at the end of the lane that leads to this grim location.

Aoileann and her grandmother’s waking hours are mostly taken up by caring for the thing in the bed, which turns out to be Aoileann’s mother, Aoibh. White forces readers to explore every terrible aspect of this disgusting creature and the daily ministrations required to care for it, which are laid out in explicit and grueling prose. The thing is bed-bound and incommunicative. At times it seems like a monstrously heavy burden and yet it is simultaneously fragile and emaciated. It must be fed and bathed like a baby, and its omnipresent sores carefully treated. All of this leaves little time for Aoileann to have a life, which is moot since no one on the island will even look at her let alone interact with her.

Aoileann’s island-born father now lives on the mainland, visiting the isolated cabin once a month, occasions that are celebrated but also the cause of additional burden on Aoileann and her grandmother, because the thing (and the cabin) must be made as presentable as possible to give her father the ability to pretend things aren’t as bad or as strange as they are.

As for the bed-thing, it is not as far gone as it appears. It is occasionally able to break free of its confinement, wandering abroad and inscribing arcane messages in the floorboards with an exposed finger bone. Aoileann transcribes and then erases these messages, trying to put together what her mother is attempting to convey about the reason why their family has been ostracized. 

Suddenly, though, something upsets the status quo. Aoileann is a dedicated swimmer—which puts her further at odds with the other islanders, who consider swimming to be an affront to the gods of the seas—and on one of her outings she encounters first a baby crying and then the baby’s mother, Rachel, an artist from the mainland who doesn’t know that Aoileann is someone to avoid.

Rachel is a single mother who is trying to put together material for an exhibition intended to attract more tourists to the island. She’s burning the candle at both ends (attending to the constant needs of her newborn mirrors Aoibh’s demands on Aoileann) and welcomes Aoileann’s friendship and help with her baby, just as Aoileann is elated to have a social interaction with anyone other than her grandmother. Their first exchanges are stilted and awkward, but Aoileann gradually learns how to be around someone else. Her feelings toward Rachel grow quickly and intensely. She wants—needs—to be part of Rachel’s life.

This dark novel grows darker still, and the book becomes all the more disturbing because the language is so beautiful and poetic. Aoileann is self-educated (barely), but her thoughts are sophisticated and elevated…and terrible.

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Life’s a Beach

It’s been a while. Lots of water under the bridge in the past few months but, more importantly, lots of water in front of the beach house where we spent the last week. For nearly 20 years, my wife and I have been vacationing in a little community on the Gulf Coast called Surfside Beach. It’s down the coast from Galveston and is much quieter than that island city. Not nearly as many amenities, but we bring what we need and enjoy the peace and quiet.

This year we arrived on Memorial Day afternoon, which was a very busy time in Surfside Beach. It’s one of the few places I know where people are allowed to drive and park on the beach and on that Monday it was wall-to-wall cars. The day before had been so busy they had to close access to the beach completely. However, we didn’t need to get on the beach—our rental house faces the water with a dune between us and the gulf to provide some degree of privacy. (The dune was posted with a sign that said “Rattlesnake nesting area.” I think I’ll get one of those for our front lawn.) There’s a restaurant nearby that we patronized a few times, but the meals we cooked for ourselves were our favorites.

The strawberry moon on my birthday

We couldn’t have asked for better weather. It was in the low-80s most of the week, with low humidity and a near-constant breeze coming off the water, so we were able to sit outside most of the time. The house has two decks; the upper deck provides decent shade to the lower one, although we had to keep shifting position during the day to avoid the sun. (I apparently didn’t do a very good job of that, as I sunburned my shins, presumably from sunlight that crept between the board of the upper deck.) Also, there were no mosquitos, which were the bane of our previous trip to Surfside Beach. It only rained a couple of times, briefly, so, yeah, perfect. We celebrated my birthday on Friday and enjoyed the full “strawberry” moon on the weekend before packing it in to return to reality on Monday. I find the constant sound of the surf to be one of the most relaxing things on earth.

A traffic jam on the Gulf—ships waiting their turn to dock in Freeport.

Another of the unlauded joys of vacation rentals is finding books on the shelves that I might not ordinarily read. I read a total of six novels during the week, four of them books I discovered on the shelf. (For some reason, there are quite a number of Dutch translations in this house!) I did absolutely no writing, though. A total break.

However, that doesn’t mean things aren’t moving along on the writing front. My essay “Facing Reality” appeared this week on Something is Going to Happen from Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine in conjunction with the release of my story “His Father’s Son,” which will be in the July/August issue of EQMM, which goes on sale very soon. A couple of other recent short story publications:

I was also gratified to learn that Stephen King: A Complete Exploration of His Work, Life, and Influences made the short list of the Locus Awards. The winner will be announced on June 24. I first read Locus magazine in about 1980. Back then, I would never have imagined that things I wrote would be reviewed in that august publication, so this nomination is very cool.


We’ve watched a number of documentaries recently: Still: A Michael J. Fox Movie, Gordon Lightfoot: If You Could See Me Now, Bowie: Moonage Dream and Never Surrender. The latter celebrates the 20th anniversary of the quasi-Star Trek film, Galaxy Quest. My wife had never seen that film, so we watched it first. It still holds up as one of the funniest science fiction movies ever, and the documentary is definitely worth checking out. In the feature film category, we enjoyed A Man Called Otto, Where the Crawdads Sing, Juniper, 80 for Brady and Tetris, the latter being a surprisingly excellent espionage film.

I enjoyed the second season of Perry Mason and am sad to hear it has been canceled. I binged through all four seasons of Succession. A difficult series in that every character is reprehensible, but it’s still compelling TV. I thought the final season of Barry lost its way a bit in the middle, but the ending was satisfying. Beef was weird, but I’m glad I watched it. We loved The Diplomat and can’t wait for the second season. I also fully enjoyed Rabbit Hole and The Night Agent, as well as Black Butterflies. Manifest wrapped up in a satisfying manner and it was good of Netflix to give it a second life after it was canceled after the second season. It’s a big mythology series with spiritual overtones that sometimes grated on me. The finale had shades of Lost (even a smoke monster!) but the resolution was different from that series. I liked Beyond Paradise, a slightly darker series than Death in Paradise. I’m currently in the middle of season 2 of From.

While we were in Surfside Beach, we did something we almost never do, which is turn on the TV. After flipping through a lot of dreck, we settled on MeTV and watched episodes of M*A*S*H, Andy Griffith, The Beverly Hillbillies, Green Acres and All in the Family. Only the latter didn’t really hold up all that well. Archie is a lot to take and the plot of one episode was so painfully awkward we stopped watching. We also found the 1941 move Man-Made Monster, starring Lon Chaney, Jr., on Svengoolie, which kept us entertained.

My wife thoroughly enjoyed Fairy Tale, so I followed that up with Billy Summers and Bag of Bones. I often cite “BoB” as one of my favorite King novels and this reread really brought that home to me again. It’s an amazingly complex and lovely novel. Then we read Forever Home by Graham Norton and are currently reading The Enigma of Garlic by Alexander McCall Smith. I also read King’s new one, Holly, and will probably read it again before I review it.

My vacation book binge included Where I End by Sophie White, Redemption by David Baldacci, Enemy of the State by Kyle Mills, The Sleeping Beauty Killer by Mary Higgins Clark & Alafair Burke, Where Are You Now? by Mary Higgins Clark and Becoming the Boogeyman by Richard Chizmar. The middle four were “found” novels. I also finished Look Both Ways by Linwood Barclay and have his new one on deck.

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Forever Home by Graham Norton

The house on Stable Row belies its name. Stability isn’t its hallmark. The original owner, Declan Barry, lived there with his wife, Joan, and two children, Killian and Sally, until Joan vanished one day over two decades ago, never to be heard from again. Naturally, people in the small Irish community of Ballytoor view Declan with some suspicion.

However, Carol Crottie, a divorcée with an adult child, thinks she’s found the second chapter in her life when she meets Declan. Sally is one of her students, so their paths cross regularly and Carol volunteers to tutor the girl. Everything is going fine until romantic feelings develop between Carol and Declan. None of the offspring—his or hers—are happy with this development. 

Carol retires from teaching and moves into Stable Row but she and Declan are never married, owing to the complicated status of his original wife. Therefore, when Declan falls permanently ill, she has no legal standing and his kids can’t wait to sell the house from under her, forcing her to move back in with her elderly and financially independent parents. Her mother, Moira, is overbearing and her father, Dave, loves to tinker (with his industrial-sized coffee machine, primarily) and mend things. He decides to purchase the Stable Row house, his way of fixing Carol’s problem. However, upon reflection, Carol decides she doesn’t want to live there, so the Crotties prepare to flip the house.

Carol heard Declan say many times that he would never sell the house. While she and her mother and surveying the property to see what upgrades might be in order before putting it back on the market, they discover exactly why he was so adamant about holding on to it. However, he is no longer capable of explaining what happened or his part in it.

Thus begins a comedy of errors in which complicated choices are made in lieu of straightforward action. Moira Crottie has a plan to make sure Carol isn’t tarnished by past events in the Barry household, although it’s not necessarily a choice everyone would make. (There are a couple of instances in the book where people do inexplicable things to further the story.)

The novel is primarily about the matrix of relationships in this fictional small coastal community near Cork (which is also where Norton grew up). In light of certain developments, Carol is forced to re-evaluate the man with whom she intended to spend the rest of her life. Relegated to her family home, she also has the opportunity to re-explore her complicated relationship with her parents. She tries her best to connect (or re-connect) with Declan’s adult children, but they are having issues of their own, dealing with their father’s unexpected and rapid decline together with their feelings about their absentee mother. Sally lives a mostly solitary life, working in an elder care home, whereas Killian and his partner Colin are about to embark on a new life after they decide to have a child.

The book is full of twists and turns, as well as some witty and clever turns of phrase and high drama as the plan to conceal the secret of Stable Row leads to some real jeopardy, all presented in the inimitable style of a true Irish storyteller.

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Small Mercies by Dennis Lehane

The Irish-American Southie region of Boston is already a powder keg awaiting a spark in the summer of 1974. The city is in the midst of a heat wave and the public school system is about to undergo court-ordered desegregation. There will be rallies protesting the latter that will no doubt explode into violent riots as tempers flare and racial tensions reach the boiling point.

This is the backdrop against which Lehane tells a more personal story. Mary Pat Fennesy is a single mother who has already lost one child—her son died from a drug overdose after he returned from the police action in Vietnam. Now, her 17-year-old daughter has gone missing after a night out with some questionable friends.

No one is willing to give Mary Pat a straight answer about what Jules was doing that night. The people she was supposed to be with provide conflicting stories. Someone says she went to Florida, which is enough for the police to dismiss her as a runaway. They have real crimes to solve and prevent.

On the same night Jules was last seen, a young Black man died under mysterious circumstances at a subway station in a white neighborhood. It’s tempting to write off his death as being drugs-related, but Mary Pat worked with his mother and doubts he was involved with drugs. It begins to look more and more like a broken-down car left him stranded outside of his safe zone and someone (or some group) decided to take action against him. That group may have included her daughter.

Mary Pat knows that nothing happens in the neighborhood that mob boss Marty Butler doesn’t know about, so she pleads for his help in locating Jules. He’s supposed to be the neighborhood protector, after all. Mary Pat has a short fuse, though, which makes Butler nervous that her relentless pursuit for information will draw unwanted attention to his illicit businesses. He tries to placate her, but she’s having none of it, turning into a determined vigilante who will stop at nothing to find the truth. The only police officer willing to help her tries to counsel patience, but Mary Pat is on fire…and soon the whole neighborhood might be, too.

Small Mercies could serve as a bookend to Mystic River. In that earlier book, it is a mobster who loses a daughter to crime and moves heaven and earth to find the culprit, making mistakes and missteps in his blind rage. Mary Pat doesn’t have appearances to keep up and has little to lose, so she is much more audacious than the characters in Mystic River were. 

Mary Pat isn’t perfect—and neither was her daughter, Jules. Long-hidden racial biases emerge as the tension over integration comes to a head, and Mary Pat is as guilty of blind hatred as many of her neighbors. The book’s title is more ironic than literal—there has been very little mercy in Mary Pat’s life and she does not intend to grant mercy to those who have wronged her.

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