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[cover]The Ethnic Detective, Part I
Volume 23, No. 1, Spring 2007

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

  • The Post-Charlie Chan Era by Naomi Hirahara
  • A Foreigner at Home in England by Alan J. Bishop
  • Stepping Out of the Shadows by Friends of Chester Himes (FOCH)
  • Taking Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee Beyond the Mystery Genre by Randall Hicks
  • From a Body Acted Upon, to a Body Acting by Genie Giaimo
  • What Did The Rabbi Really See? by Carolyne Van Der Meer
  • Mother Wit: A Review of Four Sistahs in Crime by Cheryl Stevens
  • E.V. Cunningham & His Brave Departure into the "Ethnic" Detective Story by Doc Macomber
  • The Badlands of the Rio Grande: Rafe Buenrostro by Ayo Onatade
AUTHOR! AUTHOR!
  • The Ethnic Detective in Hawai'i: Pick Your Culture by Deborah Atkinson
  • A Balancing Act by Frankie Y. Bailey
  • All Joking Aside by Brett Ellen Block
  • Who Is Ethnic? by James O. Born
  • A Tint of Mystery by Patricia E. Canterbury
  • Mennonites in Pants by Judy Clemens
  • The Outsiders by Reed Farrel Coleman
  • La Pagina Roja by Lucha Corpi
  • The Ethnic Detective in Washington DC by Barbara Fleming
  • The Jewish Dick, Uncut by Ed Goldberg
  • Jack Swyteck, the Half-Cuban Boy from Bejucal by James Grippando
  • Murder Most Foulmouthed by Gar Anthony Haywood
  • We've Come a Long Way by Sara Sue Hoklotubbe
  • Time for the Country To Get To Know You by Adrian Hyland
  • Native American Deputy Tempe Crabtree by Marilyn Meredith
  • The Jewish Mother Who Wasn't Mine by Stevi Mittman
  • Francis Hancock by Barbara Nadel
  • Cutting Close to the Bone by Jimmy Olsen
  • The Collaborator of Bethlehem by Matt Beynon Rees
  • Who's Ethnic? by S.J. Rozan
  • Dreidels Among the Cacti by Pari Noskin Taichert
  • The McCarthy Family Mysteries by Ric Wasley

COLUMNS

  • Mystery in Retrospect: Reviews by Robin Agnew, M. Wayne Cunningham, Lynn Harnett, Ed Lynskey, Peter Rozovsky, Verna Suit
  • In Short: The Ethics of Ethnic Detectives by Marvin Lachman
  • MRI MAYHEM by Janet A. Rudolph
  • Letters to the Editor
  • From the Editor's Desk by Janet A. Rudolph

Who Is Ethnic?
by James O. Born (Fort Lauderdale, Florida)

I write crime stories. Not stories on police tactics or drug organizations but stories about people and how criminal activity affects them. Every novel is about conflict. The people caught in that conflict, whether it's romantic conflict, physical conflict or conflicted feelings, are what makes a story interesting and compelling.

During the day I am a career cop, having worked as a US DEA agent and now as a state cop in Florida. I work with all types of people. White, black, Latin, male and female. When the day is done, it makes no difference if a cop or criminal is considered ethnic or not. A good cop makes an arrest regardless of the criminal's background. And good cops come from all possible backgrounds. Criminals do what they're going to do no matter what heritage they may have.

I'm not even sure I know what constitutes "ethnic" anymore. I am a Florida-born son of Irish and German parents. I am so white my kids are transparent. But some people would consider Irish-American as ethnic. The stereotype of the Irish NYPD cop is based on tradition. An "ethnic tradition" of service and duty passed on from parent to child. This is based on years of this practice dating from the early 20th century. Have entrance exams and unbiased selection board eliminated this practice? Not really. Consciously or not many NYPD police officers follow the careers of their elder relatives. Is it still an "ethnic tradition"? Make up your own mind.

When I decided to write a novel not related to my series featuring Florida Department of Law Enforcement Special Agent Bill Tasker, I wanted to write about a different cop. I also wanted to avoid the TV clichés and write about cops like the ones I know personally. Living in South Florida I drifted toward a Hispanic character and developed the Latin ATF agent Alex Duarte. But I never thought of him as ethnic. It wasn't until I spoke with Janet Rudolph about this issue of Mystery Readers International that I consciously realized Duarte was ethnic. In the novel Field of Fire he doesn't consider himself as ethnic either. It's not until others point it out to him that Duarte must even consider his background. Part of the novel is his coming to terms with heritage.

As a native Floridian raised in the '60s and '70s, I consider someone who is of Cuban descent the same as someone who is of Italian or Polish decent. They are neighbors or friends whose parents immigrated from someplace else. Just as my ancestors came from Ireland and Germany, my friends' ancestors came from one of a dozen different Latin American countries.

When I started to write Field of Fire, I wanted a protagonist with his own problems, faults and strengths. He is a former Army combat engineer, which gives him a background to use and understand explosives. But he's made mistakes. It's his past that haunts him and keeps him from sleeping and makes him charge into the case of a bombing which kills a young boy.

I took several of the issues that I see younger people face today and incorporated them into the story. Duarte lives in a garage apartment with his obnoxious brother. But the apartment is behind his parents' house—the same house in which he grew up. I once worked with a Federal agent in a similar situation. Living on my own, I was amazed that someone in their late 20s would still live at home. Then I saw it more frequently. Now I'm envious. If I had known then what I know now, my parents would have needed a court order to get me out of the house.

Although Duarte's a smart, good looking guy, his experience with women is limited and he starts to learn more about them as the story unfolds. And like many Latinos living in Florida, his family is extremely important to him. He must answer his father's daily query, "Did you do good work today?" as well as seek the older man's advice when the case moves from a single, local bombing to a nationwide series of deadly attacks that is a conspiracy involving individuals on both sides of the law.

Although Duarte is what we would consider "ethnic" the real question is, what does he consider himself? When I attended graduate school in Mississippi, I had several friends of French decent that grew up in Louisiana. Since their parents were discriminated against as "Cajuns" they never allowed the kids to speak French around the house. Their reasoning was to make them be more like the kids at school. That also happens with immigrants across the country. It is by no means universal, but it happens. Often, once the children of these immigrants grow up, they miss the links to their heritage and the fact that they could've learned a language at home from their parents or perhaps a live-in grand parent. In Field of Fire that is an issue with Alex Duarte. He doesn't speak Spanish. He must endure looks from older Latinos who start to speak to him in Spanish and he has to ask for them to switch to English. That's just one of the issues faced by Duarte.

I like the idea of writing a different character from my series. Bill Tasker is a middle-class white guy who has his own problems. Not only is Alex Duarte Hispanic, he is single and never married. His issues are different from Tasker's concerns. And that's what makes stories interesting: issues. If every book were about how great cops are, there wouldn't be much to write about. My experiences as a cop may add details and make the investigations I write about more realistic, but I draw on the unusual people I meet everyday. I get to talk to everyone from every social and ethnic group.

Just as if everyone in a book is the same, all white or all black or all funny, or all bad, the variety is lost and so is the story.

Feel free to let me know what you think. I love hearing from readers.


James O. Born is the author of Walking Money, Shock Wave and Escape Clause in the Bill Tasker series. His 2007 novel is a standalone titled Field of Fire (all from Putnam). For more information visit www.jamesoborn.com.


Taking Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee Beyond the Mystery Genre
by Randall Hicks (Fallbrook, California)

Tony Hillerman is famous for his Native American-themed mystery series featuring Navajo tribal police lieutenants, Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee. Set primarily on reservations in the "Four Corners," where Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Colorado meet, his eighteen-book series not only delves into the minds and cultures of Native Americans, but showcases the unique landscapes and panoramic vistas of the American Southwest.

Before we look at Hillerman's creations, Leaphorn and Chee, let's look at Hillerman himself, and the genesis for staging his mysteries on tribal reservations. He grew up in a town of only 34 people in Sacred Heart, Oklahoma. His neighbors were Potawatomi and Seminoles, and he went to a Native American school through eighth grade. He left home to fight in World War II, returning with a Silver Star and a Purple Heart. A reporter read his wartime letters to his mother and recommended he become a writer. That sounded good to Hillerman, so off he went to journalism school.

His first job was writing commercials for Pig Chow, trying to make swine food exciting to farmers, later moving on to become the editor of a Santa Fe, New Mexico newspaper. He yearned, however, to write "the great American novel" and thought a tribal reservation would make an intriguing background. Joe Leaphorn, Navajo tribal police detective, was born. But not everyone shared Hillerman's insight, as his first novel, The Blessing Way, was initially roundly rejected, even by his own agent, due to the Indian theme.

Hillerman's belief in the tribal setting—and likely being ahead of his time creating the ultimate "setting as character"—was not swayed and he persisted through the initial rejections, and once published, the resulting small sales. Perhaps part of his persistence, however, was more than the potential commercial elements of his chosen setting, but the humanity represented therein. Although Hillerman is not Native American, he has a deep respect for them: "I guess I've been trying to say that I like them, admire them, and they're just plain folk. And it kind of bothers me that so few Americans understand them."

Of all Hillerman's awards, one of his most treasured is a plaque honoring his work from the Navajo Nation: "I never start one of these books in which (Leaphorn or Chee) appear without being motivated by a desire to give those who read them at least some insight into the culture of a people who deserve to be much better understood." When asked about his books' increasing success over the years to their high popularity today, he answers with modesty that maybe "the American people are just ready to learn about Indians."

Not only has Hillerman become one of the most recognizable names among mystery writers, he and his savvy publisher have gone beyond creating a popular series; they have created a brand. A quick glance at the titles and unique cover art of every book, both expertly exemplifying Native American culture, tells the consumer it is a Hillerman book as effectively as a Starbucks logo sells coffee.

And from a writer's viewpoint, facing the never-ending challenge of finding intriguing circumstances into which to immerse one's characters, consider the cultural depth from which Hillerman can mine. In Dance Hall of the Dead a Navajo boy is the suspect in the murder of a young Zuni, who was killed while training for playing the Little Fire God at a tribal festival. Listening Woman tells of an old man and young girl who are murdered, with a blind shaman called Listening Woman blaming restless spirits and supernatural evil. People of Darkness is set on the Checkerboard Reservation, in which the government gave alternating square miles of land to an intermingled different Indians of different tribes, whites, and missionaries representing different religions, allowing a feast of cultural conflicts and observations. In The Dark Wind a corpse's palms and soles have been "scalped" in a case motivated by vengeance. In A Thief of Time an anthropologist disappears at a moonlit Indian ruin where "thieves of time" steal from the sacred land for profit. Coyote Waits tells of a mythical coyote that figures into a murder where the suspect is a Navajo shaman. In Skeleton Man a tribal trading post robbery leads to a canyon where an old man died trying to build a cult reviving reverence for the Hopi guardian of the underworld. In Hillerman's most recent book, The Shape Shifter, the star of the book is a mysterious little carpet, a precious Navajo tale-teller rug, full of portents, interwoven with bits of bark and feathers. Supposed to have been burned in a fire years before, it turns up in recent magazine photos of someone's home.

Could a culture—and a setting—possibly deliver any more varied and endless settings and subplots? It seems doubtful, but Hillerman does not stop there. He goes beyond the realm of traditional mystery writer with his clever handling of the conflicts which exist between the many segments of our multi-ethnic society. Specifically, Leaphorn and Chee must face these cultural conflicts—and prejudices—not only as Navajos dealing with whites, but with Indians of different tribes with conflicting beliefs and values. Both the obvious conflicts and the unresolved cultural truces allow for a web of tension and motivations for the protagonists and antagonists alike.

Hillerman does this so effectively not just by making Leaphorn and Chee members of the tribal police, setting up these conflicts via their investigations, but by the credibility of their training. Both have college degrees in anthropology. This makes perfect sense—anthropology is the study of mankind's cultural development and ethnic characteristics. This is ideal for Leaphorn and Chee's constant need to address and deal with the whites' prejudices, and their own reactions to it.

At times Leaphorn and Chee must even face their own prejudices. For example, in Dance Hall of the Dead, Leaphorn must face his personal prejudices that are interfering with his investigation on a Zuni reservation, their beliefs in conflict with his Navajo upbringing. In The Dark Wind, Chee must intentionally exploit a Hopi ceremony to accomplish his goals, something he would likely not have done in a Navajo setting. By including his protagonists' struggle with the same issues of prejudice and cultural manipulation, he more effectively deals with the issue than if we are only seeing those acts committed by whites.

Hillerman was also wise to expand the series, initially featuring Joe Leaphorn, to include Jim Chee. The two police detectives are both Navajos, but the similarity ends there. He wisely gave them different emotions and reactions. Joe Leaphorn is calm and well-reasoned, and ages toward retirement. Jim Chee was created in People of Darkness by necessity to make the story work. Unlike Leaphorn, Chee is not just younger, but less sophisticated, and more reckless, romantic and idealistic. Hillerman has said he patterned Chee after his students at the University of New Mexico who would often test his patience. Comparing the two, Hillerman has said, "I'll confess here that Leaphorn is the fellow I'd prefer to have living next door and that we share an awful lot of ideas and attitudes." Creating Chee has allowed Hillerman to look at the same issues faced by Leaphorn in a different light, similar to two different generations looking at the same event and seeing two different things.

Hillerman has accomplished what few writers can do. He has let us enter a Native American world through the eyes of two intelligent and insightful tribal police officers, crafted a subtle social commentary about one of our country's most misunderstood people, and ended up with tremendously entertaining mystery novels.


Randall Hicks is the author of The Baby Game, featuring adoption attorney/club tennis pro, Toby Dillon, winner of the 2006 Gumshoe Award for Best First Novel, and a finalist for the Macavity, Anthony and Barry Awards. His next Toby Dillon mystery, Baby Crimes, and a young adult book, The Stray Cats (WordSlinger Press), as well as a non-fiction, The Ultimate Adoption Guide (Penguin/Putnam) are all due out in late 2007.


The Outsiders
by Reed Farrel Coleman (Lake Grove, New York)

One aspect of American culture that keeps it alive and vibrant is its ability to absorb what was once outside its purview and incorporate it into the ever-evolving formula that makes us, for better or worse, what we are. Once upon a time, the alcoholic-white guy-loner-P.I., with quick fists, a quicker wit, a taste for blonds and blood, and a stubborn streak as wide as a million mean streets was the ultimate outsider, someone who swam in the sewer with the other scum, a decent person's last resort.

But by the late 50s, when the likes of Peter Gunn and a somewhat scrubbed-up Mike Hammer began to appear on our TV screens, it marked the beginning of the end of the old P.I.'s ultimate outsider status. By the 70s, it seemed, every other show featured a P.I. of one sort or another. So you can imagine the sweet irony I felt this past summer when, as Executive Vice President of Mystery Writers of America, I was called upon to comment on the death of Mickey Spillane. Here I was on CNN, CBS, and BBC radio discussing the man as if he were Shakespeare, when only a few decades earlier he had been reviled for contributing to everything from the degradation of the English language to the downfall of Western Civilization.

Frankly, the end of the outsider status was probably a good thing for the genre. With all due respect to Messrs. Hammett, Chandler, et al, the acceptance of the P.I. into the mainstream spawned the Golden Age of P.I. writing. Yet, there is something quite intoxicating about living on the fringes of society and that outsider status has great appeal, especially in America. We do have a soft spot for lone wolves and outlaws. So it was a natural progression for people who were actual outsiders to pick up the ball and run with it. These were people didn't need to create personal mythologies for their detectives to explain a fall from grace, because their status as outsiders derived not from what they had done or not done, but rather from what and who they were. Women, gays, and ethnic minorities were the de facto heirs of the outsider status.

I count Moe Prager among their number. Historically, Jews had been forced to live at the cultural edges of the countries they inhabited. Until the founding of modern Israel, Jews had existed for thousands of years as a people condemned to permanent minority and outsider status. In Europe it was this exclusion from the greater culture, from unions and trade guilds of the countries they inhabited, which led Jews to go into professions like banking and the diamond trade, things their predominantly Christian hosts found either distasteful or beneath them. The roots of Jewish stereotypes have, like the roots of most stereotypes, their basis in fact. This exclusion also led to the evolution of a separate Yiddish language and culture, which had their origins only partially in religion and were in many ways reflections of a life of exclusion and the ghettoization of a people. This made for a culture that crossed larger cultural and geographic borders, allowing Jews living in different countries to communicate and share the experiences of life at the fringes.

These things are all fodder for interesting discussions, but what fascinates me as a writer of P.I. fiction is the mindset of the outsider and the persistence of that mindset. On my dad's side of the family, I'm a third generation American. On my mom's, a second generation American. My wife is a Lutheran from Michigan who is part Chippewa and Cree on one side of her family and related to Betsy Ross on the other. I've come to think of my kids as Jewtherans. I am the ultimate assimilated Jew. Yet, I continue to struggle, as does my protagonist, Moe Prager, with the mindset of the outsider.

Although I never once heard my parents or any of my relatives say the words, the message was loud and clear: "Don't make waves." My family's real last name is Cohen, but my dad changed it to Coleman after WWII in hopes of avoiding anti-Semitism and landing a job outside New York. The constitution of the United States of America poses some interesting questions for Jews. Yes, we're free to practice our religion openly and without consequence. But the fact is we're as small or smaller minority in America than in most of the old European countries in which we lived. And is there such a thing as no consequences? Does assimilation offer freedom or invisibility? Is assimilation a means of survival or destruction?

When fans ask how much of Moe Prager is me, I usually say that we're from the same neighborhood and that we went to the same high school. In point of fact, that piece of Moe which is most like me is that part of him struggling with his Judaism and its implications. As I wrote recently for a piece in this year's Edgar Award Annual, the P.I. novel is, in my opinion, the best subgenre of mystery in which to explore the human condition. Because the P.I. represents the one against the many, the citizen against the state, and because his or her authority derives not from the state, but from the search for justice as opposed to convenience and truth as opposed to justice, his or her story provides the ripest environment in which to explore social, cultural, philosophical, and emotional issues. See, it's that outsider thing again.

When I conceive of a novel, my first concern is to come up with an entertaining plot that will keep the reader's interest and engage his or her emotions. However, when conceiving of a protagonist, I take other things into consideration. Ultimately, a character with whom I will be forced to share endless amounts of time, must interest me beyond the ability to simply be entertaining. He or she must afford me the opportunity to explore ideas, arguments, theories, beliefs, philosophies, and dreams. If the writer is not engaged, how can he hope to engage the reader? Moe Prager has afforded me the chance to delve deeply into the area of my own problematical relationship with Judaism.

In many ways, I set up Moe as an allegorical figure. First off, his name is really Moses. His brother's name is Aaron and his sister is Miriam. How Old Testament, I know. Like the Jews of Europe living in countries where they were in the overwhelming minority, Moe, as a member of the NYPD in the late 60s and 70s, is in the overwhelming minority. His police career is basically unremarkable. He does his job and he doesn't make waves. He tries to fit in. When he does accomplish something heroic—the rescue of a missing little girl—Moe receives praise and commendations, but not a gold shield. This gnaws at him. Why didn't he get his detective's shield? Was it really the city's budget crisis or anti-Semitism? The fact that he is a cop at all is somewhat startling. As I once wrote, Jews have an abiding respect for the law, but a deep distrust of those who enforce it.

In the first book in the series, Walking the Perfect Square, Moe, who has been forced to retire from the NYPD due to a freak accident, is hired to search for a missing college boy. During the course of his investigation, Moe meets, falls in love, and marries the missing boy's sister. Katy is a Catholic who converts to Judaism of her own accord. Moe is astonished by this. Why would anyone volunteer to be Jewish?

Without any encouragement from me, Katy decided to convert to Judaism. I told her she was out of her mind, that it was like volunteering to be hated... "You know," I warned her, "they don't give out big prizes when you're done [converting]. In some places all you get is a yellow felt star and a number tattoo."

Moe does his deepest soul searching on the subject of his religion in the second book in the series, Redemption Street. Moe goes to the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York to investigate an old hotel fire that killed three girls from his high school class. During the 30s, 40s, 50s, and 60s, the Catskills were the Jewish Alps; a summer retreat consisting of hotels, motels, and bungalow colonies, that catered to the cultural and dietary needs of European Jews. But in recent decades, the Catskills have become a haven for ultra-orthodox Hasidic Jews.

In Redemption Street, Moe is in constant discomfort because the cast of characters that surrounds him is symbolic of the varying parts of his own mixed feelings. I have divided his conflict up into representative groups: Hasids, White Supremicists, the Yellow Stars (a secular anti-assimilationist cult).

The Hasids: "I could see the look of condescension and disdain on the men's faces as I slowed to pass. 'Bad Jew!' their eyes accused."

The White Supremicists: "Jew Yorker, huh?"

Yellow Stars: "Sometimes, admit it, you think you'd almost float if you were relieved of the burden of your Jewishness."

I further split Moe's struggle up into the Freudian constructs of id, ego, and superego. The id is Sam Gutterman, a foul-mouthed Borscht Belt comedian and owner of the Swan Song Hotel. The ego is Israel Roth, a sagacious concentration camp survivor. And the superego is represented by the mysterious Judas Wannsee, leader of the Yellow Stars. All three men vie for Moe's Jewish soul. Of the three, Wannsee is most representative of Moe's internal struggle. Even his name—Judas, the betrayer of Christ, the most loathed Jew of all time and Wannsee, for the Wannsee Conference, where the details of the Third Reich's Final Solution were hammered out—is meant to draw maximum attention to the struggle. During a long impassioned speech, Wannsee gets to the heart of Moe's internal dilemma.

"The most difficult part of the equation was to work out a way for me to become un-self-conscious of my Jewish soul. How could I become like the Christians I was so jealous of?... I studied the civil-rights movement and the evolution of the Black Pride movement. It dawned on me that black people have a huge advantage over us. They can't hide the way we can. They cannot pretend to be what they are not. Every mirror is a reminder to them of what they are. It is a blessing to them. So I needed a way to be Jewish in the way that a black man or woman is black."

Unfortunately, Redemption Street was my least successful Moe book and it received generally harsh reviews. Some of those reviews, in fact, questioned my right to discuss such a serious topic on the pages of a P.I. novel. Of course, I think that's an absurd assertion. Although the book was commercially unsuccessful, I am most proud of it. In it, I did what writers need to do. I took chances.

In the end, it is Mr. Roth who wins the struggle for Moe's Jewish soul. In The James Deans, Mr. Roth buys Jewish stars for Moe, his wife, and their daughter. And by the end of the book, Moe seems to have reached some sort of internal peace not only about his religion, but about that detective's shield he felt should have been his.

"As he [Mr. Roth] put the stars around their necks, I touched the one he'd given me back in Florida. I had gotten quite used to it by now. I could have been reinstated and gotten my detective's shield in spite of everything. I turned it down. Somewhere along the way, I'd realized I had my shield, only not the one I expected."

Both my struggle and Moe's will continue and I will continue to argue that the view from the fringes offers the most interesting view of all.


Reed Farrel Coleman is the author of eight novels. The James Deans, his third Moe Prager Mystery, won the Shamus, Barry and Anthony Awards and was nominated for the Edgar, Macavity, and Gumshoe. Soul Patch, sequel to The James Deans, will be released in April 2007. Visit www.reedcoleman.com.


From the Editor's Desk
by Janet Rudolph (Berkeley, California)

Welcome to Volume 23:1, the first of two issues focusing on the Ethnic Detective. Several years ago we published an issue on this same theme, and surprisingly it was a very slim volume. Now MRJ in its 23rd year has received an overwhelming response to our call for "Ethnic Detective" articles. I attribute this to two things: one, MRJ has increased its popularity and visibility; and two, there are so many new mystery writers writing on this theme that chose to contribute to this issue. Whatever the case, once again we needed to split a themed issue into two. Even doing that, we have had to omit several wonderful articles. Thanks to all who contributed and apologies to any who were omitted. Enjoy this issue and Volume 23:2, the companion issue, when it comes out in late June.

For this issue, in addition to articles, reviews and essays, I also received some interesting philosophical and political questions about the choice of topic—The Ethnic Detective. For the purposes of this issue, articles, reviews and essays  examine the role of the detective who comes from a certain background that is not necessarily the "mainstream" culture of the country in which he/she is operating. In addition, the detective must for the most part utilize aspects of his/her culture, religion, ethnicity to solve the crime. It's a very broad definition, I know, but I give you this issue and the next, and let you decide. Comments welcome.  And, let's face it, at the very least, you'll be able to amass an incredible list of books for your TBR (to be read) pile.

MRJ: As I mentioned, MRJ is in its 23rd year, and I want to thank everyone for all your support of Mystery Readers Journal over the years. I couldn't have done it without you. I also want to give a special thanks to Kate Derie for all her editorial skills on MRJ. Our pages have grown with each issue, as has our subscription base. This is your magazine. Let me know what you'd like to see in future issues.

The Lineup for 2007: Ethnic Mysteries I, Ethnic Mysteries II, Scandinavian Mysteries, Historical Mysteries I. 2008: Historical Mysteries II, San Francisco Bay Area Mysteries, and two more to be determined. Don't forget to send me information on your latest book, convention, bookstores, reading group or special event to janet@mysteryreaders.org.

Macavity Awards: Once again it's time to nominate for the Macavity Awards. Ballot enclosed. If you'd like, you can email nominations to janet@mysteryreaders.org. There are five categories—Best Mystery, Best First Mystery, Best Mystery Short Story, Best Non-Fiction/Critical, and the Sue Feder Historical Mystery Award. Works must have been published in 2006. Deadline for nominations is June 1. You don't need to nominate in every category. Ballots will be sent in June/July.

At Homes: Recent At Homes, intimate Literary Salons, included an evening with Steve Hockensmith, Simon Wood and Tim Maleeny. Upcoming May 1: The Swedish invasion with Helene Turnsten and Inger Frimansson. April or July: An At Home with Gillian Roberts. These events are held in Berkeley, CA, at my home.

LCC: Left Coast Crime 2009 will be on the Big Island of Hawaii. I'll definitely be there. The LCC 2009 committee is the same committee that brought you Bouchercon in Monterey in 1998 and LCC 2004 in Monterey. This convention is being billed as the Unconventional Convention. We're actively soliciting ideas for new types of programming. Send suggestions to wggmd@gottfried.org or me at janet@mysteryreaders.org. Guests of Honor: Rhys Bowen and Barry Eisner, Toastmaster: Lee Goldberg. Fan guests of honor: Pam Dehnke and Vallery Feldman. Co-Chairs: Bill and Toby Gottfried. Website: www.leftcoastcrime.org/2009/.  Say Aloha to Murder!

Can't wait until 2009? Then set your GPS for Denver next March 6–9, 2008, for Left Coast Crime 2008: Murder on the Rocks. Guest of Honor: Stephen White. Fan Guest of Honor: Michael Masliah. Toastmaster: Elaine Viets. See www.lcc2008.com for more.

Can't wait for that? Well, there's Malice Domestic and Bouchercon, and several other smaller conventions in between. Lots of chances to meet with others of like minds and like reading. If you can't make it to a convention, you can always join an online group like DorothyL or 4_Mystery_Addicts.

Personal: On a personal note, the roses are just beginning to bloom. My garden is lovely, and the Sierra Memorial Garden, planted in memory of my late Golden retriever, Sierra, last August, is taking shape. I planted golden and white roses and flowers. Quite a tribute. Everyone in my family is well. Thanks for your notes. Busby Berkeley, my new golden retriever rescue, has settled in. Belle au Bois Dormant (aka Bella), my lynx-point Siamese rescue, and Busby have become fast friends. The frogs have returned to our pond. Their all-night croaking is something to hear. The cry of the peacocks is heard across the canyon. The cacophony of the frogs, peacocks and deer rutting noises is quite outstanding. I've also seen baby skunks and possums. We had an odd winter here in Northern California with several days of frost—the pond was frozen solid for four days—so my roses, azaleas and other hardy plants are thrilled and bursting with unusually large multiple blossoms. For those who don't know, I live about 1200 feet above sea-level in the Berkeley/ Oakland hills. Our property is adjacent to the East Bay Regional park district, so wildlife is an intrinsic part of the landscape. We're double-fenced against the deer and have chicken wire baskets under all 120 roses which is why we can have a garden as lovely as we do, but it's always a challenge—but one we love!

Reading: What am I reading? Just finished four excellent books by MRI members. Each is quite different in tone and style, but equally enjoyable to read. The Secret Hangman by Peter Lovesey, Trial & Error by Paul Levine, Priest by Ken Bruen, The Grave Tattoo by Val McDermid. And one by a non-MRI member, Benjamin Black's Christine Falls. I highly recommend them all.

Have a wonderful Spring. Enjoy this issue. Choose a book, enter the garden and begin reading!

-Janet

 

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