Bill Loehfelm's Blog, page 61
May 10, 2012
"Maureen asked Maureen felt Maureen knew Maureen looked Maureen realized Maureen thought Maureen..."
Maureen wondered”
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Google Books word cloud for THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS. It’s like an accidental little poem.

May 9, 2012
"If we defended our fellow citizens’ rights to equitable benefits and protections under the..."
May 7, 2012
"One of the most compelling characters to appear in crime fiction this year, Maureen Coughlin drives..."
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BOOKLIST: The Year’s Best Crime Novels: 2012
May 4, 2012
Jazzfest Strawberry lemonade w/mango freeze in it. Your argument...

Jazzfest Strawberry lemonade w/mango freeze in it. Your argument is invalid.
May 1, 2012
“THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS is nothing short of terrific. An...

“THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS is nothing short of terrific. An absolutely original voice, and a story that grabs you by the throat. ” —John Lescroart, author of DAMAGE and THE HUNTERS
THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS out as a Picador paperback on June 5. Pre-order on THE BOOKS page or wherever books are sold.
April 29, 2012
I got a little excited at the Springsteen Jazzfest set. 2.5+...

I got a little excited at the Springsteen Jazzfest set. 2.5+ hours of awesome.
April 24, 2012
The High Holy Season is nearly upon us. Rejoice.

The High Holy Season is nearly upon us. Rejoice.
April 23, 2012
April 19, 2012
Born This Way: My Life as a Mets Fan: Special Carlos Delgado Edition
An excerpt from my first novel, FRESH KILLS, published in 2008, in which the narrator shares his thoughts following a Carlos Delgado walk-off HR:
“I’d seen enough of Delgado’s moon shots to imagine the home run well enough. The ball an aspirin-sized dot in the night sky, unstoppable, unalterable, soaring over the field, the fence, the stands and out into the parking lot. Sheer bedlam at Shea. Ecstatic teammates leaping up the dugout steps. Delgado oblivious to all of it, his cool conqueror’s glare fixed on the ball the whole way, as if the hit not only won the night’s game, but exacted some kind of primordial, private vengeance he’d sworn to reap. He hit home runs the way they ought to be hit. High and far and long, leaving no question. He took someone else’s best shot and beat a perfect, pure, victorious moment out of it, a moment went everything went right.
“I unlocked the car, cheered more than any grown man with dead parents had a right to be by a day old baseball game. I wondered if I was losing my mind, and how much further I had to go before I got it overwith. I thought maybe I was such a fan of Carlos Delgado and his team because we all took the game of baseball way too seriously.”
April 17, 2012
“Don’t tell me that they’re anti-social, some...
“Don’t tell me that they’re anti-social, some aren’t anti-social enough.”
Here’s my contribution to National Poetry Month.
Poets (by TheTragicallyHip)