n Toronto to visit Brother Beyond Borders and to hear Hilary Davidson
read from her novel The Damage Done
at Sleuth of Baker Street
On the ride up, I:
- Read "$106,000 Blood Money" and cursed Dashiell Hammett for not having written more.
- Wondered when plain old bus and train stations became transportation centers.
I should have figured from her pleasing manners at Noircon 2010
that Hilary Davidson was Canadian, and if that was not clue enough, her titling her debut novel for a Neil Young song
should have given her away. More tomorrow.
On the subject of fine independent bookstores, here's a belated thanks to Farley's Bookshop
of New Hope, Pa., official book purveyor to Noircon 2010. These guys brought in not just books by festival attendees, but a well-chosen selection of related noir and hard-boiled and, to my pleasant surprise, a nice selection of international crime fiction from Bitter Lemon, Soho Crime, and maybe a title or two from Europa Editions.© Peter Rozovsky 2010
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