Play "Where the @#%!^! is Detectives Beyond Borders?" and win Adrian McKinty's latest
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Why not, I thought, combine McKinty's work and my play and give you a chance to win a novel about which no less than Daniel Woodrell raves? So, one reader can win the book by playing Where the @#%!^! is Detectives Beyond Borders? and answering this simple question:
The name of the city where I spent the day today might prove a moving experience to readers of English who enjoy word play. Name the city.First reader to post the right answer here and send me an e-mail at detectivesbeyondborders (at) earthlink (dot) net, including a postal address where the book should be sent, wins it.
Bonne chance!
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8 Comments:
Check your email! If you are not where the email reports, then you ought to be there (based on your clue).
As much as I would to make the Merderet River the official body of water of this blog, that is not where I was yesterday, nor am I there now. I shall always think of that river as the Murder It RIver and may therefore plan of visit there some time. Thanks for a thought-provoking entry.
A reader who declines to post his answer here guesses Tours. Not at all a bad guess, but not the right one. Keep trying!
Good thing I already have this book, because I haven't a clue.
Ah, but you can guess. There is no trick; all the clues are right there. See, I had to talk Declan Burke down from the belfry of Bristol Cathedral after the Criminal Mastermind quiz, so I decided to ease up.
Wherever you are, perhaps in France, do not pass up Le Mans. I understand it is a moving experience (although the motion picture was horrible).
Please disregard the Le Mans suggestion. I lost track of your travel itinerary. Instead, pick up a copy of Ulysses and trace the characters' movements in Dublin. I understand that is always great fun. It has become something of a cottage industry in Dublin.
R.T., not ten minutes ago I passed a statue of James Joyce. As for Le Mans, the moving would be done at a rapid pace. I'm no motor-racing fan, but I was interested to note on the way to the airport at Rennes earlier today that Le Mans is apparently right in the neighborhood, which I had not known before.
Oh, and Le Mans, while a creative guess, is incorrect.
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