Posts Tagged ‘Scents and Sensibility’

Hmm

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June 14th, 2022 Posted 8:25 am

Here’s a crazy thing. Scents and Sensibility, the Chet and Bernie novel now on sale in its digital version for $1.99, seems to be (at least this morning), #1 on Amazon’s list of cozy animal mysteries and also #1 in hard-boiled mysteries. Hello? How can anything be both cozy and hard-boiled? But perhaps on further reflection (a rarity in my M.O.), this clumsy pairing hints at something possibly appealing about the series. And that brings to an end this episode of on further reflection, unlikely to ever to be repeated.

 

 

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Beginnings

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June 12th, 2022 Posted 8:55 am

On Sundays, we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Since Scents and Sensibility is on sale for a few more days at $1.99! wherever digital editions are sold – Amazon, B&N, iTunes, etc. – how about we turn to its first sentence?

Home at last!

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Questions and (Some) Answers

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June 6th, 2022 Posted 7:48 am

Questions coming in re Short Tails, the new Chet and Bernie digital short story collection (6/28). Answers – yes, it’s digital only but you don’t need a kindle. You can download a free kindle app on any device. Will there be a print version? Not that I’ve heard so far. How about audio? That seems more possible – looking into it now. Meanwhile there’s a limited time deal on Scents and Sensibility (digital) – $1.99! That doesn’t even seem like money right now.

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The Fairness Question and Other Existential Problems

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January 25th, 2022 Posted 7:45 am

” … There’s also Garwood Mickles, the nephew, over at the Indian Hills precinct. We could even take a chance, try a direct route, get into a pissing contest with Brick himself. Or … “

But don’t rely on me for what came after that. Because … because … pissing contest! There were pissing contests in this life? How was it possible that I’d reached my age – whatever it happened to be, exactly – without knowing about them? I knew about all kinds of competition, like baseball, football, basketball, lacrosse – great balls, each and every one, lacrosse balls bring my favorite, just a wonderful springy resistance when you’re chewing on them – as well as boxing, wrestling, and even hockey, where I’d gotten onto the ice once, the slipperiness of ice being the biggest surprise in a night of surprises, and actually tasted puck, very odd, kind of like tires, but forget all that. What I’m getting at is that I’d never once encountered a pissing contest. How crazy was that, especially since – and this is the whole point – who was going to beat me in a pissing contest? Go ahead. Name anybody, and I’ll take him on. Two at a time! More than two! I was born for pissing contests. Pissing contests were my . . . how would you put it? Calling? Yes, that was it. Pissing contests were my calling. So why had I been kept away from them? I had a thought I’d never had before and hope I never have again: Life was unfair.

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