Saturday, January 9, 2010 at 2:34 pm
Susan Anderson’s carefully crafted tale of an unsolved murder in an old-fashioned town with old-fashioned secrets is as nostalgic as it is ominous. Personally, I wouldn’t be caught dead in the town of Ellyson. Then again, maybe I would…
– Taylor Mali – one of the original poets to appear on the HBO original series Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry. He received a New York Foundation for the Arts Grant in 2001 to develop Teacher! Teacher! a one-man show about poetry, teaching, and math which won the jury prize for best solo performance at the 2001 U. S. Comedy Arts Festival. He has narrated several books on tape, including The Great Fire for which he won the Golden Earphones Award for children’s narration.
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Saturday, January 9, 2010 at 2:32 pm
Her prose reveals an intimacy with the South that can’t be faked, and this authenticity is part of what enables her to move so fluidly between gorgeous sensory images and scenes of horrifying emotional power. Also, it’s always nice when a crime writer actually understands police work. . . . Susan Anderson is a natural storyteller.
– Michael Carr – Editor or copyeditor of over 300 books, including Brad Meltzer’s political thriller The Zero Game; Archer Mayor’s Chat, Gatekeeper, and The Second Mouse; and several of Donald Westlake’s Dortmunder books.
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Saturday, January 9, 2010 at 2:18 pm
As a new police officer, there is obviously a period of training before you’re let loose on the streets. One day I was riding with my FTO (field training officer). We were in one of the more questionable areas of town. My FTO (I’ll call him Bob) drove up to a group of men, one of whom tried to hide something in his hand. Bob asked him about what was in his hand. At that, the subject ran down the street. Instinctively I reached for the door handle to give chase. Bob smiled and said, “stay with him!” I launched from the car on foot only to turn around to see that Bob was driving after him. As Bob drove past me, I learned my lesson to work smarter, not harder…
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