...brain hurts. I'm currently contemplating the overly complicated concept of evolutionary economics and waiting for Norman Mailer's book on God to arrive. These events are not by choice. In the meantime, let's clean out the assorted links before the month ends.
The Demon Dog reflects on the "poet of collision," Dashiell Hammett, at the Guardian. His guilt, writes James Ellroy, was the driving force of his crime fiction.
Sarah Weinman gets down with the serial killers from Dexter and Heartsick in her latest "Dark Passages" column at the Los Angeles Times.
Duane Swierczynski reports that Charles Ardai (Hard Case Crime) is moderating a Crime Book Club at Barnes & Noble, with help from the steady hands of Ken Bruen, Charlie Huston, Swierczynski and collaborator Jason Starr, among others.
Andrew O'Hagan at the London Review of Books echoes my own feelings on the age of communication and the "the ridiculous, anachronistic pursuit of privacy."
"Nowadays, being unavailable is understood to be an act of aggression equal to driving tanks through the walls of the Danzig Post Office. To fail to answer your mobile phone, or to turn it off completely, is merely to announce that you are deep in the throes of a secret life. You don’t care, you’re not reliable, you’ve got something to hide, you’re screening. There are few modern crimes so remarked on as the crime of unavailability. Answer or you’re evil. Answer or you’re dead."