Posts Tagged ‘Heart of Barkness tour’

Heart of Barkness Tour: Wichita!


July 12th, 2019 Posted 9:30 am

Many thanks to everybody at The Tattered Cover in Aspen Grove last night. (Particular shout-outs to Portia and Cliff.) Tonight at 6 PM we’re at No one has thrown a single thing yet during the whole tour, so it must be going well. Meanwhile here’s an article that came out today that we find very interesting – and not just because we’re the subject.


Heart of Barkness Tour: Phoenix!


July 10th, 2019 Posted 2:30 pm

Many thanks to the wonderful audience – a participant audience! – last night in Houston. Tonight at 7 we’re at in Arizona. C&B country!

Meanwhile here’s Debra, happy with something that just came in the mail. (Not the cat.)

And it was a special treat to see BooBear’s Mom there last night!

One more thing – anyone who should have received a copy of Upper Story but didn’t, please email and tell them. You should get the story quickly after that.


Heart of Barkness Tour: Houston!


July 9th, 2019 Posted 8:46 am

Tonight, 6:30 – Murder By The Book – one of the greatest crime fiction bookstores in the USA – talk, reading, Q&A, even possible fun. 2342 Bissonnet St, Houston TX 77005. Delighted that we’re partnering for this event with the Rescued Pets Movement –

Maybe someone at one of the signings will bring a guitar and sing Song For Chet!




Stompin’ at the Savoy


July 4th, 2019 Posted 9:34 am

Many thanks to the Savoy Bookshop in Westerly RI for last night’s event. One of the most beautiful book stores we’ve ever been in. And no one threw anything – always the sign of a successful appearance. Plus it was very nice that we could be partnering with Stand Up For Animals, a wonderful organization. The Heart of Barkness tour continues next week, starting at Murder By The Book in Houston. (For tour info – click events at Meanwhile, Happy 4th, everybody! We just did a quick search for the word “American” in Chet and Bernie, and this brief excerpt from Scents and Sensibility popped up:

“But it wouldn’t be just!” said Mrs. Parsons. “Locking someone up for buying the wrong cactus? What country are we in?”

A tough question. The Valley was in Arizona, a fact I’d picked up fairly recently. Also we were Americans, me and Bernie. That was as far as I could take it. Maybe not far, but farther than Iggy. He wriggled around on the footstool, getting more comfortable, and began to snore.


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