All this week, the fine folks at South­ern Fried Gothic are host­ing me in a dis­cus­sion about the South and how being South­ern influ­ences the sto­ries I tell. Y’all come say hey and read an excerpt of Fortune’s Fool.

Yes­ter­day, Robert Parker–he of Spenser fame–died at his desk, at work on a book. Isn’t that the way a writer should go? Spenser is the kind of guy I’d like to know. Smart, tough, accom­plished. It seems that’s the kind … Con­tinue read­ing →