"She's a grifter, shamus. I'm a grifter. We're all grifters. So we sell each other out for a nickel."
—Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
Do you remember the tropical storm of October 1? Winds howling, sky boiling like a pot of dirty oatmeal, rain sluicing down? What a good day it would have been to huddle at home in slippers and robe, brew a pot of tea, and curl up with a mystery novel. And yet, on that nasty afternoon, a number of ardent mystery fans donned their rain gear and ventured out into the maelstrom to attend the first presentation of Read More ›