It’s all about the COMPANY

In the Company of Sherlock Holmes brings together a mix of people you never thought you’d see writing Sherlock Holmes stories. 9781605986586Such as… Laurie R. King and Michael Connelly:

Introduction by Laurie R. King

Variations on the theme of Holmes have been played ever since the man first saw print. Some have been whimsical, others deadly serious; some have even taught us something about ourselves. For Sherlock Holmes is both us, and a super-hero, armed not with greater-than-human powers, but with wits, experience, a small community of dependable friends, and the occasional singlestick or riding crop. Like the artist-scientist, Holmes takes a mass of cold, unrelated, and inert fact, shapes it between his narrow, nicotine-stained hands, and then electrifies it—and us—with a bolt of inspiration.

Come to think of it, perhaps we should envision him, not as an archetype, but as a golem, a mud figure brought to life by human need.

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The Crooked Man by Michael Connelly

Harry Bosch held his badge up to the man in the gray uniform at the guardhouse door and said nothing. He was expected.

“You know which one it is?” the guard asked.
“I’ll find it,” Bosch said.
The guardrail opened and Bosch drove on through.
“Going to be hard to miss,” said his partner, Jerry Edgar.
Bosch proceeded past estates that sprawled across the southern ridge of

the Santa Monica Mountains. Vast green lawns that had never accepted a weed because they didn’t have to. He had never been in the Doheny Estates but the opulence was even more than he expected. Up here even the guesthouses had guesthouses. They passed one estate with a garage that had a row of eight doors for the owner’s car collection.

They knew only the basics about the call out. A man—a studio man— was dead and a wife—a much younger wife—was on the premises.

Soon they came to a house where there were three patrol cars parked outside the driveway entrance. In front of them was a van from the coroner’s office and in front of that was a car that looked out of place on the street and not the driveway. It was a long, sleek Mercedes coupe the color of onyx. Bosch’s battered black Ford looked like a mule next to a stallion.

Edgar noticed the incongruity as well and came up with an explanation. “My guess, Harry? She’s already lawyered up.”
Bosch nodded.
“That will be just perfect.”

In the Company of Sherlock Holmes publishes November 11. You can pre-order a copy from:

Poisoned Pen Books (signed by Laurie King, Les Klinger, and others)


Barnes & Noble/ Nook

Amazon/ Kindle

Dreaming Spies minus 4; The Illustrated R&H now!

Four months from today, Dreaming Spies appears on shelves!

Dreaming Spies High Res JPEG  And so not all of you are forced to wait, I have two copies of the bound galleys (the book’s ARC) to give away here on Mutterings. All you need to do is post a comment on this post between now and Sunday night, and I’ll announce the winners on Monday.

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In the meantime, while all but two of you are waiting, there’s a new project out from LRK publishing:

The Illustrated Russell & Holmes


Ten beautifully illustrated works of art celebrating the world of Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes, collected together for the first time, each 8½ x 11”, suitable for framing.  The packet includes one-page fiction, maps, poems, and artwork, to celebrate the community that has sprung up around Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes. Some of them you’ve seen before, others have not appeared elsewhere before this. All of them are really lovely.

For details of the ten pieces—or, twelve, with the limited-time bonus of two more items—and how to order them, click here.

The young writer’s Thursday

Today’s TBT is the picture of a young writer…’s work:

Laurie 1967 essay

English descriptive paragraph

Laurie Richardson

Nov. 21, 1967

San Francisco, as I last saw it, was enough to stir the heart of any native Californian. The scene was movingly beautiful. I can remember it as if I saw it just yesterday. It was from the freeway leaving the city, looking down through the tall, intricately woven expansion of the Golden Gate Bridge. The angular outlines of the downtown buildings were softened by a light gray fog. The mist cleared over the water, letting the morning sun shine down onto the bay. Alcatraz, forboding [sic] yet lonely, protruded from the clear surface of the blue gray water. An ocean liner slowly made its way past the tiny sailboats on its journey to the ocean. The scene slowly disappeared behind the hills surrounding the bay. The last things to be hidden from sight were the tall, proud pillars of that beautiful bridge.

To which the teacher remarked:

I think the word selection (angular, intricately woven, etc.)

is what takes this beyond the real of “good” to “quality” communication.


My mother saved this, throughout many moves.


In the Company of Sherlock Holmes brings together a mix of people you never thought you’d see writing Sherlock Holmes stories. 9781605986586Such as… Les Klinger and Sara Paretsky:

The Closing by Les Klinger

Rachel finished the last few documents, put down her pen, and looked at McParland. His heart thumped, as it always did.

“How are you?” she said. “Charlotte says you’ve been on the road.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, had to go to New York for a client. Just a few days, though. How are you?”

Rachel smiled. “Great. Great.” McParland loved her smile. “How’s Sherlock?”

McParland smiled back. This had been a running joke with them, ever since law school, when she’d bought him an annotated edition of Conan Doyle’s stories and he’d gotten hooked. He’d been especially thrilled when he learned that his great-great-grand-uncle was the real-life model for a Pinkerton agent who appeared in one of the stories. His bizarre fascination with Holmes and his world had always amused Rachel, he thought, especially the Sherlockian “game” of pretending that Holmes and Watson weren’t fictional.

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The Curious Affair of the Italian Art Dealer by Sara Paretsky

In an effort to rouse him from his stupor, I tried to draw Holmes’s attention to crimes reported in the sensationalist press. The stabbing of a cabman in Fleet Street “was banal beyond bearing,” while the theft of the Duchess of Hoovering’s emerald tiara “would prove to be the work of a criminal housemaid.” When later reports confirmed he was wrong in both cases—the Hoovering cadet, bitter at the privations of a youngest son, had sold the tiara to fund a disastrous trip to Monte Carlo, while the cabman turned out to have been a Russian spy trying to overhear secrets of a Hapsburg diplomat—Holmes sank deeper into his drugged stupor.

I could not neglect my own practice, or perhaps I should say, my other patients, who were usually more willing to follow my advice than was my brilliant but capricious friend. It was at the start of the third week of my stay with him that I was summoned to the Gloucester Hotel to attend a man who had been violently assaulted in the night.

In the Company of Sherlock Holmes publishes November 11. You can pre-order a copy from:

Poisoned Pen Books (signed by Laurie King, Les Klinger, and others)


Barnes & Noble/ Nook

Amazon/ Kindle

Mary Russell’s War (twelve)

From Mary Russell’s WWI diary:

20 October 1914

Dr Ginzberg has been tormenting me to write in this journal. I have considered having one of the nurses carry it to the hospital incinerator, but suspect that if I do so, a fresh volume will appear. The woman is relentless.

I have now proven to the doctors of all stripes that I am still capable of setting pen to paper. That is all.