R.J. “Roger” Ellory, J. Kingston Pierce, Peter Rozovsky, and Ali Karim demonstrate a group hug after the Anthony Awards brunch.
I’ve now attended three
Bouchercons: Seattle in 1994, Baltimore in 2008, and San Francisco last week. Each has been memorable in its own way. Baltimore was the first time I went as a full-paying participant, rather than a visiting reporter, so it was something of a revelation. The Charm City event was also where I first met authors
Max Allan Collins,
Laura Lippman,
John Lutz, and
Dennis Lehane, as well as fellow bloggers
Patti Abbott,
Declan Burke, and
Peter Rozovsky. Brief as those encounters were, they left me with strong feelings that I belonged among the crime-fiction community, that I was recognized as a valuable, if minor contributor to the genre’s popularity.
San Francisco was another special case. I’ve visited that beautiful, historic, and eccentric city dozens of times and even written two books about the place (
San Francisco: Yesterday and Today and
San Francisco, You’re History!). It feels very much like a second home to me, always welcoming and full of surprises.
I used to contribute regularly to one of its local magazines (
San Francisco Focus). I’ve penned essays for anthologies about San Francisco’s attractions. I wrote about one of its favorite literary sons,
Dashiell Hammett, for the recently published non-fiction book
Following the Detectives: Real Locations in Crime Fiction. And at 5:12 a.m., on April 18, 2006, I was among the thousands of people who gathered at the intersection of Market and Geary streets downtown to
commemorate the 100th anniversary of the devastating
1906 earthquake and fire. There’s no question that “The City,” as natives proudly call San Francisco, is my kind of place, even more so than my present hometown of Seattle.
So it was a thrill to be in San Francisco last week among myriad friends and acquaintances. Most of my life at the moment seems to be spent in relative isolation, as I’m parked behind a computer, batting out magazine articles, books, and blog posts. But for the four days of
Bouchercon 2010, I didn’t write a single damn word. Instead, I basked in the company of other obsessive readers, pleasant folk such as
Janet Rudolph (the editor of
Mystery Readers Journal), George Easter (of
Deadly Pleasures renown), Rap Sheet contributor Kevin Burton Smith (who’s also the editor of
The Thrilling Detective Web Site), “cultural anthropologist” and noir film guru
Eddie Muller (whose
excellent essay about San Francisco’s contributions to crime fiction appeared in the Bouchercon program), and authors Kelli Stanley (
City of Dragons), Gary Phillips (
Freedom’s Fight,
The Underbelly), and Mark Coggins (
The Big Wake-Up).
It’s true that I didn’t see everyone I had wanted to see, and wasn’t able to do everything I’d hoped to do while in the Bay Area. Looking back through my chicken-scratch notes, though, I am astounded by how much I
was able to do, and how many joyous and edifying experiences I had. Some of my strongest memories I’m committing to print below. You are welcome--nay,
encouraged--to add your own favorite recollections from Bouchercon 2010 in the Comments section at the bottom of this post.
BEST MEMORIES
• Chatting with legendary screenwriter and producer
William Link, the co-creator (with his late partner, Richard Levinson) of such small-screen classics as
Columbo and
Mannix, and the author of a new work of short stories,
The Columbo Collection. Not long ago, I availed myself of the opportunity to
interview Link by phone for The Rap Sheet, but this was the first time I’d been able to shake his hand. He was spotlighted during the convention in a one-on-one conversation with author and fellow screenwriter
Lee Goldberg. Link proved to be gracious, generous with his time, and very funny when it came to remembering some of his experiences with Hollywood stars. (He was particularly perplexed by the fact that actress
Jean Stapleton, who had been considered to play Jessica Fletcher in
Murder, She Wrote before Angela Lansbury took the role, couldn’t seem to understand what the
series’ premise was all about. “It wasn’t exactly rocket science,” quipped Link.)
(Left) Lee Goldberg and William Link before their interview.
• Meeting the sparkling
Alafair Burke (
212) at a Starbucks right across the street from the convention hotel, the giant
Hyatt Regency. She was waiting impatiently for a chilled coffee drink, which she refused to leave without, even though its delayed delivery was making her very late for a panel discussion.
• Being introduced by Dennis Lehane’s agent, Ann Rittenberg, to
Daniel Woodrell--the most humble author ever--in the Hyatt bar.
• Talking with novelist and
Wall Street Journal music critic
Jim Fusilli about his forthcoming audiobook.
• Introducing myself to
Wallace Stroby, who told me that his next book,
Cold Shot to the Heart (due out from Minotaur in January 2011) will introduce new characters, rather than being a sequel to this year’s terrific
Gone ’til Tomorrow.
• Taking my British friends
Ali Karim (a persistent Rap Sheet contributor) and
R.J. “Roger” Ellory (author of
The Anniversary Man and
The Saints of New York)--neither of whom had ever visited the Bay Area--to one of my favorite breakfast stops in San Francisco,
Dottie’s True Blue Café on Jones Street in the old Tenderloin District. Yeah, Dottie’s is a small joint, and we had to stand in line for about half an hour just to get in, but the wait was definitely worth it. I had the open-faced Southwestern Omelette with andouille sausage and peppers, and an order of the
Grilled Chilli Cornbread (with jalapeño jelly) on the side. Roger enjoyed the pulled pork omelette, while Ali demonstrated great gusto in his knife-and-fork attack on a special-order omelette. In the end, Ali was the only one of us who could finish his meal. However, we all went away satisfied.
(Right) Roger Ellory and Ali Karim dine at Dottie’s.
• Joining a two-hour version of writer-raconteur
Don Herron’s famous Dashiell Hammett tour of downtown San Francisco. Although Herron’s tour for Bouchercon participants was more abbreviated than usual (the standard excursion runs
four hours in length), he packed a lot of material and insights into that walkaround. I was particularly happy to stop for a while in front of
Hammett’s old apartment at 891 Post Street, where he wrote his first three novels, including
The Maltese Falcon. Despite my many visits to San Francisco over the last three decades, I had never taken Herron’s tour. But I can now recommend it highly. If you aren’t planning to visit the Bay Area anytime soon, but would like a hearty helping of what Herron knows about the father of Sam Spade, order a copy of
his book-length tour guide to Hammett highlights.
• Encountering blogger
Jen Forbus at Friday evening’s Mulholland Books reception. Unfortunately, my schedule was so jam-packed, there wasn’t time for me to actually have a conversation with her.
• Being introduced to Swedish novelists
Anders Roslund and Börge Hellström (
Box 21), whose work some people predict will capture
Stieg Larsson’s many fans.
• Visiting the book sales room in the Hyatt basement, where I pawed through pretty much every vintage paperback on offer. I ultimately walked out with a quartet of prizes:
Shaft’s Big Score, by Ernest Tidyman (I recently read the original
Shaft, and found it so superior to my expectations, that I had to try another one in the series);
I Like It Cool, by Michael Lawrence (one of only two novels featuring “[private] eye with a beard”
Johnny Amsterdam;
The Widow and the Web, by
Robert Martin (the first book I’ve ever purchased from his
Jim Bennett P.I. series); and
The Outsider, by Lou Cameron (based on the 1967 pilot film for
The Outsider, a short-lived
Darren McGavin TV series created by
Roy Huggins).
• Finally meeting both Rap Sheet contributor Cameron Hughes and novelist Christopher G. Moore, who together developed
this blog’s first video interview more than a year ago.
• Sitting through a particularly entertaining panel discussion about the late
Robert B. Parker’s contributions to detective fiction. It started with
Joseph Finder reading a letter from Parker’s widow, Joan, that refuted suppositions about her having been the model for Boston P.I.
Spenser’s controversial--some would say “much despised”--girlfriend, psychologist Susan Silverman (“I’m not so vain as that,” Mrs. Parker insisted). From there it turned into a rather heated discussion, mostly between Finder and Lee Goldberg, about whether Parker’s storytelling had declined seriously or only moderately as the Spenser series grew. The most interesting news came from Finder, who revealed that Parker left behind a couple of unfinished manuscripts when he died this last
January. He added that those books are likely to be competed sometime in the near future, though not by Joan Parker.
(Right) Robert J. Randisi and Rap Sheet editor Pierce haunt the convention’s book room.
• And attending my first
Shamus Awards dinner, during which I met the prolific author and editor
Robert J. Randisi (who also founded the Private Eye Writers of America organization). The festivities were held at the
Empress of China restaurant in Chinatown, in a fourth-floor dining room that seemed much too small for the numerous authors and critics in attendance. I had planned to sit next to somebody I knew, but by the time Ali, Roger, and I arrived, there were only individual seats available next to complete strangers. I wound up to one side of Jerry Kennealy, a San Francisco-born ex-cop, former private eye, and author of the
Nick Polo series. During most of the meal, I peppered him with questions about the changes he’d seen in San Francisco during his lifetime. Somehow, he managed to finish his dinner despite my grilling.
AND A FEW DISAPPOINTMENTS
• Never once spotting or having the chance to talk with author and Rap Sheet contributor
Megan Abbott, even though I was assured she was somewhere on the Hyatt Regency premises. I was also sorry that Megan’s latest novel, the stunning
Bury Me Deep, failed to capture any of the four awards for which it was nominated during Bouchercon.
• Missing
Jacqueline Winspear’s Thursday interview with witty Bouchercon toastmaster Eddie Muller.
• Failing to find a seat at any panel discussions that included
Robert Ward,
Steve Hockensmith,
Jassy Mackenzie,
Libby Fischer Hellman,
Steve Hamilton, and
Walter Mosley.
• Never scheduling a trip (probably by cable car across Nob Hill) out to the
Buena Vista Café at Fisherman’s Wharf for a couple of Irish coffees.
• Bumping into critic and
Mystery Scene blogger
Oline Cogdill just moments after arriving at Bouchercon--but then never seeing her again.
• And having to leave San Francisco too early on Sunday to travel with Ali and Roger across the bay to the infamous prison on
Alcatraz Island. Some people have all the fun.
It’s now been three days since I returned home to Seattle, and I very much miss the camaraderie of Bouchercon. Whether I shall be able make it to
the 2011 gathering, in St. Louis, is still very much in the air. And after that, Bouchercon moves to Cleveland, Ohio (2012), Albany, New York (2013), and Long Beach, California (2014). But you can wager that one year soon you will see me wading up to the front of the line at a Bouchercon hotel bar, or standing patiently in line to have some famous author sign the book I just bought for that occasion. After enjoying three of these conventions, I consider attending them every so often a tradition that’s well worth maintaining.
READ MORE: “
BoucherCOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!” by Steve Hockensmith; “
Top 10 Things I Learned at Bouchercon 2010,” by Jen Forbus (Jen’s Book Thoughts); “
In the Wake of Bouchercon,” by Yrsa Sigurðardóttir (Murder Is Everywhere); “
Bouchercon 2010” (Femmes Fatales); “
Murder for Fun and Profit at Bouchercon 41,” by Bob Patterson (The Smirking Chimp); “
Bouchercon Day 1,” by Jen Forbus (Jen’s Book Thoughts); “
Miscellaneous: Bouchercon, Recapped,” by Vince Keenan; “
All Things Bouchercon 2010,” by Jeri Westerson (Getting Medieval); “
The Day After,” by Eric Beetner; “
B’con Follies, Part I,” by Christa Faust (Deadlier Than the Male); and check out
Peter Rozovsky’s series of posts about this year’s convention; “
Bouchercon, After the Fact,” by Richard Robinson (The Broken Bullhorn).
concern may be mostly my own. Recalling a few stingy homeowners I had to deal with as a tyke, I like to give the youngsters who knock on my door fistfuls of candy, rather than single Baby Ruths, Butterfingers, or KitKats.
