Bouchercon 2014 in a few more words and pictures
Gary Phillips brought up the mysterious Roosevelt Mallory during the "Beyond Hammett, Chandler, and Spillane: Lesser Known Writers of the Pulp and Paperback Eras" panel I moderated at Bouchercon 2014 in Long Beach. I now have Double Trouble, third of Mallory's four Radcliff novels, on order.
I've already mentioned my discovery of Dolores Hitchens, Charlotte Armstrong, Roy Huggins, and Ennis Willie in the course of my preparation for the panel, thanks to panelists Sarah Weinman, Sara J. Henry, and Max Allan Collins.
This was an especially rich Bouchercon for new discoveries, and I'm grateful to the panelists who helped me make them. (I intend no slight to the fifth panelist, Charles Kelly. I'd already started reading his author, Dan J. Marlowe, two years before the convention.) And here are a few more photos from Bouchercon 2014, all photos by your formerly humble blog keeper, with the exception of the Double Trouble cover.
At left is Ingrid Willis, who did such a fine job as chair of this year's Bouchercon. The noirish fellow at right is Stacey Cochran, who is doing the same job for Bouchercon 2015 in Raleigh, N.C. I've already registered. Have you?
Labels: Ali Karim, Bouchercon 2014, Bouchercon 2015, Charles Kelly, Gary Phillips, Ingrid Willis, La Brea Tar Pits, Max Allan Collins, Mike Stotter, Page Museum, Sara J. Henry, Sarah Weinman, Stacey Cochran
posted by Peter Rozovsky at 6:25 PM
14 Comments:
Yes.
K is shaping up as a strong letter for Bouchercon 2015, with King and Karim.
I'd love to go to Raleigh as I've never been, but I'll have to see what finances and the work situation look like in the second half of next year.
I love the mammoth pic.
The mammoth is the sort of thing one does not come across elsewhere in Los Angeles. So are the tar pits.
I am looking forward to next year's Bouchercon and perhaps to exploring the area before or after. I, too, have never been to Raleigh.
If you made it to the tar pits, I hope you also made it either to the farmer's market or to the famous delicatessen just up the road from the market (I cannot remember the name).
In any case, it seems as though you had a great "tourist" adventure in SoCal. I lived in San Diego for several years, and I miss a lot of things about SoCal. However, the traffic when I was last there in '92 was becoming wretched.
And aint' the tar pits one of the most bizarre places in any city? But it looks as though the developers have made it really tacky. I preferred it in the 70s when it was a hidden gem without all the cheezy embellishments; it was just a park with tar pits and a small museum.
R.T., I made it to the Farmers' Market and to Du Pars restaurant last year, and I loved them both.
Sounds like you were there before the Page Museum went up, back when all the fossils were housed in the Museum of Natural History. I like the Pleistocene gardens behind the Page, and the mammoth display by the Lake Pit made for a good photo, reflected as it was in the pit's slick surface. So I may be more forgiving than you are of the current museum's surroundings.
I'm with you on the traffic, though. We were never actually slowed to a standstill, but the highways were jammed at all hours of the day. I hope someday to get photos of the endless ribbons of light this would produce at night.
The name of the deli comes back to me: Cantor's (what else could it be named?)
Were the pink elephant cakes still being made in the back corner of the market?
Canter's it is, on Fairfax, and I ate there last year, too. This year's itinerary consisted of things I had not seen the year before. There is much to see and do in and around Los Angeles.
Somebody, maybe you, asked about the pink elephant cakes last year. For some reason, I seem to recall someone else saying the cakes were no longer made. I could be wrong about this.
Yes, I probably asked last year. I have a tendency to repeat myself. Even as my cognitive grasp gets more tenuous, repetition is a harmless though annoying prerogative of my senescence.
I'd be shocked if even the sharpest among us would have remembered such an insignificant detail as whether or not he or she had asked about pink elephant cakes. No, I'm afraid that imitation mammoth, and some related fossils inside the Page Museum, were the only elephant-like features of my recent Los Angeles trips.
I don't remember the pink elephant cakes from my visits there, but here's a link to the bakery's story and closing.
http://beverlypress.com/2011/09/thee%E2%80%99s-continental-pastries-closes-after-32-years/
Hmm, that would mean it opened just after my first trip to Los Angeles and closed just before my second. Maybe you were the one who filled us in on this matter last year, too.
Thank you, Seana, for helping me "recover my memory." My first visit to the pink elephants at '72 and my last visit to the market was the early 90s. And when I gave up booze in the mid 90s, my own pink elephants were gone forever.
Hmm, we seem to have documentary evidence that the pink elephants were, in fact, present. I'm sorry I missed them, but plenty remains to see, do, and ear at the market and at Du Pars.
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