Showing posts with label Daniel Stashower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daniel Stashower. Show all posts

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Magical Steven Steinbock


At the Malice Domestic Convention last month, Janet Hutchings, the editor of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, moderated a panel “Remembering Ed Hoch.” She was the natural choice because Ed had been published at least once (and sometimes twice under a pseudonym) in every issue of the last 30-odd years, so she got to pick the panel.

She chose Mary Higgins Clark because Mary had known Ed for years as part of MWA’s New York Chapter. Doug Greene was there because he had published collections of Ed’s stories, I was there because I was evidence of Ed’s generosity in welcoming unknowns into the tribe of mystery writers, and we had served overlapping terms on the MWA board of directors; but who was this fourth panelist, Steven Steinbock?

None of my closer writers friends seemed to know him, so I did what anyone else would do: I Googled him. Hmmmmm. His Facebook page said he liked detective fiction. Okay. Nothing about writing it though, while Ed had written a scant handful of novels and nearly a thousand short stories. And there he was on Crime Space—a place for readers and writers to meet.

Reader? Okay. But writer? I checked out Amazon.com and found three books on Judaism. What in the world did arcane Judaica have to do with Ed?

When the panel convened, I soon found out. The mystery world is indeed an interlocking series of friendships. Steve had met Doug at one of the gatherings of the tribe and discovered a mutual interest in debating religion. At one point, it was decided that a Protestant and a Jew weren’t enough. Doug looked around, spotted Ed across the room and hollered, “Hey, Ed! Over here! We need a Catholic.” Thus was the friendship born.

After the panel, while hanging out in the lounge with my husband and Julian Cannell, I spotted Steve and invited him over to meet Julian since they both live in Maine now. He immediately noticed that Julian’s wedding band was engraved in Hebrew and read it out loud, first in Hebrew, then the beautiful translation: “I am my beloved’s and he is mine.”

When Dan Stashower’s family joined us and he pulled a coin out of one of the boys’ ear, I was smitten. I adore tabletop magic and so does Dan. They mentioned some simple tricks, including something called the ring-and-string trick, but Steve couldn’t demonstrate because he needed a long string. “What about the cord on my ID tag?” I asked. Before he could stop me, I’d cut it free and handed it to him. He slid his wedding band onto the string, let us all tug it, then let us hold the two ends while he covered the ring itself with his hand. When we jerked the string taut, the ring remained behind in his hand. Two or three variations followed and I was as entranced as the Stashower boys.

After coming home, I learned that Steve is a bona fide mystery writer after all. His first short story was published in a spring issue of EQMM. Can’t wait to read it and I bet Ed would have liked it, too.


Sunday, October 12, 2008

BOUCHERCON: Baltimore 2008

BOUCHERCON - PART I  (Sunday 10/11)



I'm writing this from the lobby of a Baltimore hotel.  It's the last day of Bouchercon and I've had a blast.  This is going to be VERY short, but parts one and two will follow as I get home on Wednesday.

In the meantime, here are a couple of pictures.  Above, me, Susan Dunlap, and Gillian Roberts.  To the right, three of the nominees for best first novel, Craig McDonald, Sean Chercover, Marcus Sakey.  More later!

BOUCHERCON:  PART II (Wednesday 10/15)

My first Bouchercon was Philadelphia, 1989.  After many years and many cities, the convention now feels like an exuberant family reunion, only with gin and chocolate instead of Aunt Maude’s ghastly Jello salad or Uncle Alfred’s pickled eggs.  We mourn the generation that’s passed, we greet our surviving cousins—even those we once bickered with—with delight, and we peer over our bifocals and wonder how we’re related to all these youngsters running around the table.


Normally, I skip most of the panels and hang with my friends in the bar or hospitality room, but this year I looked in on several.  The topics may change—how to query by eMail rather than the US Postal Service, or using Google’s “image” button to research the interior of an airplane hanger—but the helpful collegiality hasn’t.  As always, some were outrageously funny, others deadly serious, a few were earnestly dull.


As I wrote above, I moderated “Catch a Rising Star,” aka Best First Novel Nominees. Tana French (Into the Woods, which won the Anthony) was unable to make it back from Ireland, and Lisa Lutz (The Spellman Files) was taken sick at the last minute and had to cancel  I love doing this panel because it makes me read books that are darker than I would choose for myself.  I found myself drawn into the mean streets of Chicago by Sean Chercover and Marcus Sakey (Big City, Bad Blood and The Blade Itself), both more noir than I usually read.  Despite the violence and gore, I laughed out loud over Craig McDonald’s Head Games.  Anyone who can weave three generations of Bushes, Hemingway, Marlene Dietrich, and the head of Pancho Villa into a thriller can be forgiven his name.


I mean, do we really need another M[a]cD[d]onald?  The mystery world already has trouble remembering how to spell Ross Macdonald, John D. MacDonald, and Gregory Mcdonald.  Now we have Craig McDonald.  No two names styled the same. I suggested that Craig change his name to Donald Craig, but he just laughed.


My second panel was moderated by Louise Ure and included  Dorothy Cannell, Susan Dunlap, and Gillian Roberts.  We agreed that we’d introduce each other.  Louise was worried about introducing Dorothy.  “I’ve never met her.  Does she have a sense of humor?”  Thirty seconds into Dorothy’s introduction of me, she had everyone ROTF.  I then introduced

Susan, Susan introduced Gillian, who introduced Louise.  First panel I’ve ever been on where the introductions took up half the session.  Except for Louise, we’ve known each other for years and I’m afraid we took serious liberties with the truth.


I did take my camera and I did take several dozen pictures, but except for this one of Dorothy Cannell and Daniel Stashower at Poe's tomb, most of them came out blurred.  I’ve been pointed toward Sandy Parshall’s Flickr site though and she took some excellent pictures.  (http://www.flickr.com/photos/guppies/).  Check it out.




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