Posts Tagged ‘Dog On It’

Reader Q&A

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August 28th, 2019 Posted 8:48 am

Over on Chet’s FB page, on Saturday we invited questions. Theresa Treep asked: “What inspired you to write mystery novels from a dog’s perspective? Chet has a very unique “voice” that makes him an entertaining narrator. I’m sure it’s challenging, though.”

The answer: One day my wife said, “You should do something with dogs.” I’d had dog characters in previous books – Buster in Oblivion, Nigel in the middle-grade Echo Falls series, even Garth in The Fury of Rachel Monette, my very first book – but you never saw inside their heads. I knew right away what my wife meant, went to my office and wrote the first page of what became Dog On It, just to see if it worked. It seemed to. All fiction writing is challenging, in my experience, but just between you and me, there’s a lot of fun to be had in writing in Chet’s voice.

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Beginnings

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August 25th, 2019 Posted 8:18 am

On Sunday we do beginnings – the first paragraph or two or three of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker (and it gives us a chance to use “moniker”!). How about today we look at Dog On It, first in the Chet and Bernie series (which can be read in any order!).

I could smell him – or rather the booze on his breath, before he even opened the door – but my sense of smell is pretty good, probably better than yours. The key scratched against the lock, finally found the slot. The door opened and in, with a little stumble, came Bernie Little, founder and part-owner (his ex-wife Leda walked off with the rest) of the Little Detective Agency. I’d seen him look worse, but not often.

He mustered a weak smile. “Hey, Chet.”

I raised my tail and let it thump down on the rug, just so, sending a message.

“I’m a little late, sorry. Need to go out?”

Why would that be? Just because my back teeth were floating? But then I thought, what the hell, the poor guy, and I went over and pressed my head against the side of his leg. He scratched between my ears, really digging his fingers in, the way I like. Bliss. How about a little more, down the back of the neck? I hunched my shoulders a bit, giving him the idea. Ah, nice. Very nice.

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We Go To High School

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November 29th, 2018 Posted 8:02 am

The sophomore class at Greater New Bedford Regional Vocational Technical High School – go Bears! – read DOG ON IT this summer and asked if we’d come talk. We said Yes! and had a great time. Many thanks to Susan and James and all the students.

 

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 22nd, 2018 Posted 7:48 am

Here, from DOG ON IT, the first mention (there are lots) of Thanksgiving in the Chet and Bernie series:

Albie Rose lived in the biggest house I’d ever seen, more like a palace, surrounded by high walls. A guy with big shoulders and a gun on his hip led us across vast green lawns to a huge swimming pool. On a deck chair by the pool lay a fat old man in a tiny bathing suit. His skin was oiled and deeply tanned, just about the color and texture of a turkey Leda had left too long in the oven one Thanksgiving. I tried not to look.

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