Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Bouchercon and Beyond -- New Orleans to Cape Cod

Zoë Sharp

On the road -- the road from North Truro to Provincetown, Cape Cod, in fact.
As I write this blog, I am still on the road after Bouchercon in New Orleans. My mind is a jumble of impressions, both good and bad. Mainly good, it has to be said. Here are a few of them I'd like to share with you.
The French market in New Orleans, a short streetcar ride from the convention hotel and well worth the experience, despite the humidity and the heat.
New Orleans street, down near the French market. Why can't a terrace of houses in the UK look this cool?


The downside of New Orleans was the homeless population, who at times seemed to outnumber the tourists.

The upside was coming across characters like this one, although I'm pretty sure the cat had use of its legs ...

I always look sideways when I'm walking down any street, because you never know what treasures are lurking in side alleys, like this, not far from Bourbon St.

Buggy rides were available, drawn by some of the most patient-looking mules I've ever seen. This one was a beauty.

Not sure where this is, but it's lovely. Pic courtesy of Cara Black
Part of the joy of events like Bouchercon is running into blogmates, past and present, such as Cara Black and Yrsa Sigurdottir. Pic courtesy of Cara Black
Yrsa's fabulous convention shoes. Pic courtesy of Cara Black

I was lucky enough to be on two great panels. One on vigilantes, with (l to r) Joseph Finder, Stuart Neville, moderator John Gilstrap, Reavis Z Wortham, and ZS. Pic courtesy of M'Lou Greene

I was moderator for the violence panel, (l to r) myself, E.A. Aymar, Melinda Leigh, Thomas Pluck, S.G. Redling, and Taylor Stevens. Strangely, nobody took me up on my suggestion to turn it into a practical ... Pic courtesy of Jodi Dabson Bollendorf

Signed with the other contributors to the CRIME + MUSIC anthology, including editor Jim Fusilli (front row, second from left) Pic courtesy of Three Rooms Press
Was over the moon to learn that last year's Bouchercon anthology, MURDER UNDER THE OAKS, won the Anthony Award. Was honoured to have my Charlie Fox short story 'Kill Me Again Slowly' included. Pic courtesy of editor Art Taylor

Lovely to catch up with friends from the UK (l to r) me, Kirstie Long, Caroline Raeburn, John Lawton at the Soho Press party. Pic courtesy of Cara Black
The sun finally set on New Orleans and it was time to move on to Texas! But before we left NOLA had one last bolt to fire at us ...
... in the form of a rip-off cab driver. As state law decrees dire things if you do anything nasty to  cab drivers in real life, I may have to take my revenge strictly in print!
It's been a good few years since I was last at Murder By The Book in Houston, TX, so it was wonderful to be back.
The Wild Detectives in Dallas was a very cool place to talk and sign with fellow Brit author John Lawton. A lot of fun.
Downside of this part of the trip? The US SIM card I bought in NOLA gave me a day's working time and allowed one solitary phone call before dying. H2o Wireless customer service was dismal. (Artistic rendering of what I felt like doing to my phone after spending some time trying to get the problem sorted out.)
Heading north-east. Changing planes at La Guardia on the way to Boston had the upside of a fabulous view of Manhattan island as we came in to land.
After 20 hours travelling, we finally arrived on the evening fast-cat ferry in Provincetown, Cape Cod just as the sun was going down. Is it just me, or does the Pilgrim's Tower look strangely Florentine ...?
Great poster produced by Tricia Ford at North Truro Library for the talk there by John Lawton and myself. I definitely need to get a blow-up done of this one!
Run aground. Little boat embedded in trees just outside Truro, Cape Cod.
Beautiful doorway in Provincetown, Cape Cod.
Provincetown Public Library was worth a visit just for the architecture, never mind the books.
The locals were friendly.
last word ...

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Parting is Not Sweet Sorrow.



This week I received a note from a Greek American who’d moved her business to Athens some years back.  “I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be staying in Greece.”

That shook me.  Greece was as much a part of her as breathing.  Her life, indeed her career was spent glorifying Greece to the world. But I can’t blame her.  She must make a living and although her prodigious public relations skills are in demand, not so much any more in Greece.  And even those with the most optimistic take on how long it will take for Greece’s economy to rebound put it outside any meaningful time frame for my friend.

Not current, but instructive

Greece’s young, facing nearly 60% unemployment, are indeed hardest hit, but it is the older workers—many of whom carry the load for family members under twenty-four—who seem most disheartened.  They see their peak earning years evaporating, their property threatened by a predatory tax structure (hopefully changing), and out of touch politicians acting like a bunch of Neros fiddling their own separate, selfish tunes while Rome burns down about them.  If they could leave, many probably would. Like my friend.

Anyone with skill, talent, ability, and a willingness to work hard, wants to be in a place where what they offer is appreciated and encouraged by the opportunity to succeed. Rightly or wrongly, few perceive that as available to them in Greece today.  Many are leaving a land they consider heaven on earth conscious that by so doing they’ll likely be resented by those who remain behind, and branded “not as Greek as us.” Just ask emigrants from past waves driven out of Greece by difficult economic times for tales of their receptions upon returning “home.”


Maybe things will be different this time. After all, many parents are telling their children to go elsewhere to make their fortunes, even while they choose to remain behind riding out the crisis.  I’m sure most hope that someday their children will return to Greece, bringing with them skills necessary to rebuild Greece as a modern competitive state.  Whether that happens depends upon on how those who do not leave chose to act.  If they see remaining in Greece as an opportunity to personally profit in the short term, rather than a time for improving the overall prospects for their country, then perhaps the pessimists’ take on Greece’s turnaround time is more accurate: It will be the generation of the great grandchildren of those now leaving Greece who first see better times return to their homeland.

This week I also received a letter from another friend, a life-long Athenian whom I deeply respect.  It summarizes what I believe to be the attitude of many: “We are moving on to dangerous times, full of uncertainty, unsafety, with no more guaranties for anything.”

As in all things Greek, there is a lesson in what my friend wrote for the world. 

God bless Greece.  God bless Boston.


Jeff—Saturday