Posts Tagged ‘Savoy Bookshop’

Tonight at 6


October 25th, 2022 Posted 11:02 am

Tonight at 6, I’ll be at Savoy Bookshop and Cafe in Westerly RI. I may even, if prompted, talk about Mrs. Plansky’s Revenge. How that idea came to me is very different from the arrival of the idea for Bark To The Future. I was musing about this on my bike ride in heavy fog early this AM, a somewhat out of body experience.




October 23rd, 2022 Posted 11:08 am

Sunday is for beginnings, when we take a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Since I’ll be talking about Bark To The Future, the latest Chet and Bernie novel Tuesday 6:00 PM at Savoy Books in Westerly RI, how about we got with it? Of course I’ll also talk about just about anything, if prompted.

“Let’s see what this baby can do,” Bernie said.

And there you have it. Bernie’s brilliance, lighting up the whole oil-stained yard at Nixon’s Championship Autobody. Let’s see what this baby can do. Can you imagine anyone else saying that?


Looking Forward To This


October 17th, 2022 Posted 7:58 am

Come stump me with a skill-testing question!


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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