In my opinion, there are four great American locales for mystery novels - New York City, Los Angeles, Miami and Detroit. The Big Four. Detroit might seem like the odd choice here, unless you happen to know anything about the city. The more things change, the more things seem to stay the same for Detroit. Heck, just recently we've had Kwame Kilpatrick and the Big Three CEOs flying on corporate jets to beg the federal government for bailout money.
Seriously. You can't make this shit up.
Corruption has a way of jump starting many a writers' imagination and Detroit is like going over the rainbow and discovering Oz.
In other news, I returned to work yesterday to discover two ARCs from Hard Case Crime on my desk. Now, I'm the first to admit that my brain is still recovering from this past weekend, but this cover induced a fit of inappropriate giggles.
Romance novel covers aren't this phallic.
And because I know someone will ask...
Once an art smuggler, now a respectable art dealer, Ovid Wiley awoke to find his former partner stabbed to death on his gallery floor. That was strange enough—but when a CIA agent showed up to spring him from NYPD custody, things got a lot stranger.Interesting factoid about this book. Roger Zelazny, who made his name writing science fiction, wrote this book in the 1970s only to stuff it in a drawer after his agent advised him to "focus on his science fiction and fantasy career." Zelazny passed away in 1995, and this manuscript was unearthed. For you Neil Gaiman geeks out there - he calls this book "classic wonderful Roger Zelazny all the way." Me? The plot intrigues. To the TBR pile it goes!
Now the CIA is offering to clear up the murder charge, but only in return for a favor: They want Ovid to fly to Vatican City and trace the trail of a renegade priest who has gone missing with millions in church funds. What’s the connection? The priest’s lover, a woman Ovid knew in his smuggling days...