This story started here. Sheriff Rhonda leaned way over to one side as I came into her office, apparently trying to look behind me. “No, my employer is not here,” I said with a laugh. “And I don’t smoke.” … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer, restored to herself (more or less) by a nourishing meal and a cup of strong coffee, lit her pipe and began to tell us what she’d found out. * * * * * … Continue reading
1) I stumbled onto this before the print edition of the New Yorker even arrived, and it nearly made me laugh out loud (“nearly” only because I was at work when I was reading it): “Partners,” by Veronica Geng. 2) … Continue reading
This story started here. Professor Lebrun lived in a small cottage near the back of the college grounds. When my cab pulled up in front of his house, he was sitting on his front porch, talking with a student. … Continue reading
“Stilted dialogue, a ludicrous plot: On the pleasures of the vintage whodunit“ When I read this I felt like pumping my fist in the air and yelling, “Yes!” (but, you know, I was at work, so I didn’t). And the … Continue reading
I wrote a while ago about works of art (specifically movies) that you can’t easily see. But they are the exception, of course. And it sometimes seems like everything that never came out before is all available now, or it’s … Continue reading