Sarah Weinman is the proprietor of Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind. A freelance writer based in New York, she is the Baltimore Sun’s crime fiction columnist and writes “Dark Passages,” a monthly online mystery & suspense column for the Los Angeles Times Book Review. In a parallel life, she has a master’s degree in forensic science and still harbours faint hopes of actually making use of it.Here are a few books that particularly struck my fancy in 2007:1. Bloodbrothers, by Richard Price – I’m on a bit of a Price kick this year so I can get his entire backlist read by the time his new book comes out, and this, his second novel, is really something special. I totally empathized with Stony’s attempts to make something of himself and get out of his Bronx life, yet still very much tied to the neighborhood and to his family.2. 12:23 by Eoin McNamee – sure, it’s about the death of Princess Diana, but it’s more about the burnt-out spooks and mystery makers descending upon Paris leading up to the crash. If Graham Greene had lived to write about the death of Di, this would have been the result.3. Farthing by Jo Walton – I loved the sequel, Ha’ Penny, but I suggest everyone pick this up first – how does a traditional mystery mask an astounding alternate history that could be true if not for a couple of history’s fate twists? I still don’t know, but Walton clearly does.4. The Late George Apley, by John P. Marquand – Several friends have been after me to read his work, and I tracked this down and loved it. The satire is gentle yet devastating, as is the portrait of family mistakes repeating themselves with often emotionally tragic consequences.5. The White Bone, by Barbara Gowdy – she creates great characters out of a herd of elephants. Enough said.More from A Year in Reading 2007
Longtime readers of this blog may know that I’m an enthusiast of HBO’s serial dramas… which these days is about as unique as being a Springsteen fan. (Which I also am, but nevermind). Still, I don’t spend nearly as much time thinking about The Sopranos or Deadwood as I do thinking about books. And so it was only this week that I discovered that a “dream team” of crime novelists has taken over the writing of my new favorite show, The Wire.My wife had popped in the second disc of Season Three, and I heard myself say, “Wow, this is really well-written.” Plot, character, and setting have always been The Wire’s strong suits, but in this particular episode, the dialogue and symbolism attained a nearly Milchean richness. I jogged back to see who was credited with the teleplay, and found that it was… Dennis Lehane, of Mystic River fame.Turns out Richard Price, author of Blood Brothers and George Pelecanos, author of The Night Gardener are also sharing writing duties. I have a lot of respect for these three, for whom crime fiction is art, as well as entertainment. Price’s Clockers may not be Faulkner, but the depth of its reportage on the drug trade elevate it far above the kind of by-the-numbers pulp that fills the airport racks. “I really admired that book,” David Simon, creator of The Wire, told an interviewer. “It unearthed an entire world that had never been contemplated by the literary world. ‘Clockers’ paved the way for a lot of the split point of view that The Wire relies upon.”And given the solitary nature of the novelist’s art, the idea of these three, bound by geography and class sympathies as well as by trade, trading ideas over pizza and beer… well, it’s enough to make a fellow writer jealous. Simon joked with a co-producer, “I got Pelecanos, Price and Lehane. Who do you want next year, Philip Roth?”Stranger things have happened. Quick – someone call Elmore Leonard’s agent.