Ah, January: that time of year for taking stock, separating the wins from the losses and totaling up the differences between the two. I can analyze my own progress by the simple expedient of the alphabet. In 1982, I launched ‘A’ Is for Alibi, introducing female, hard-boiled private eye Kinsey Millhone, who was then 32 years old. At the time, I was 10 years her senior, and while I’d never written a mystery novel in my life, I’d long been a fan of the form.
My parents were avid readers and leaned heavily on the secondhand paperback mysteries ...
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