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Beginnings

On Sundays we do beginnings, taking a look at the first few lines of all the Peter Abrahams books including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™ – mostly so we can use that word! Moniker™! Since the digital version of The Sound and the Furry is for sale right now at all the usual outlets – $1.99! – let’s go with it.

“One thing’s for sure,” the lawyer said, handing Bernie our check, “you earned every cent.”

Bernie tucked the check in – oh, no – the chest pocket of his Hawaiian shirt, just about his nicest Hawaiian shirt, with the hula dancers and the trombones, but that wasn’t the point. The point was we’d had chest pocket problems in the past, more than once. And possibly more than twice, but I wouldn’t know, since I don’t count past two. What I do know is that checks have a way of falling out of chest pockets.

“What’s he barking about?” the lawyer said.

Bernie glanced at me. “Just wants to get rolling,” he said. That wasn’t it at all: what I wanted was for Bernie to put that check in his front pants pocket where it would be safe. But then I realized that I did kind of want to get rolling. Wow! That was Bernie, knowing my own mind better than I did. And I knew his exactly the same way!

This Summer

Bark To The Future, the next Chet and Bernie novel, comes out 8/9 (preorderable now) and I’m hoping by that time a real in-person tour can happen. If you have a favorite independent book store in your area, you could ask if they’re requesting an appearance by me (they do this through the publisher). I’d like to see a new place or two this time!

Meanwhile, the digital version of The Sound and the Furry is still available for $1.99! Chet and Bernie, counter-inflationists – who knew?

Sale!

The digital version of The Sound And The Furry is on sale for $1.99! You can find that under the seat in your car. Not sure how long the sale lasts. Here’s a little passage from page 93 where Chet (maybe 450,000 words into the series) learns something of interest:

The wiry dude squinted down at Bernie. Then he laughed. “You’re not from around here.”

“True,” said Bernie.

“Where you from?”

“Arizona.”

Ha! We were from Arizona? I’d wondered about that.

Beginnings

On Sundays we do beginnings, taking a look at the first few lines of all the Peter Abrahams books including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™ – mostly so we can use that word! Moniker™! (Which as you can see we now possess! What word should we grab next?) Since I heard a little Cajun music recently, how about The Sound and the Furry?

“One thing’s for sure,” the lawyer said, handing Bernie our check, “you earned every cent.”

Bernie tucked the check in – oh, no – the chest pocket of his Hawaiian shirt, just about his nicest Hawaiian shirt, with the hula dancers and the trombones, but that wasn’t the point. The point was we’d had chest pocket problems in the past, more than once. And possibly more than twice, but I wouldn’t know, since I don’t count past two. What I do know is that checks have a way of falling out of chest pockets.

“What’s he barking about?” the lawyer said.

Bernie glanced at me. “Just wants to get rolling,” he said. That wasn’t it at all: what I wanted was for Bernie to put that check in his front pants pocket where it would be safe. But then I realized that I did kind of want to get rolling. Wow! That was Bernie, knowing my own mind better than I did. And I knew his exactly the same way!