Well, that’s one of my problems. The others include writing at about the same pace as the Ice Age and producing prose that is frequently less lively. But we must all do the best we can with the tools we have.
I love good titles, so much that I’ve bought many books just on the strength of them. The latest of these is This Night’s Foul Work, by Fred Vargas. I assume it’s a line from Shakespeare, just as her earlier Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand, but if there was ever a title to grab a mystery reader by the throat, this is it. You’ve got to love the Bard, and you’ve got to love Fred Vargas. I’ll post a small review after I’ve read it.
This Night’s Foul Work, by the way, is the first of hers that Random House has published in hardcover. Maybe we’ll start seeing some of her stuff at the big chain stores here in the U.S.