Brits don’t like me…

It all started with a British review of Rembrandt’s Angel that torched that novel: I thought the British reviewer’s critique could be summed up by the following: How dare I, a Yankee author, write a crime story set in the UK? I took that as sour grapes—the novel had good reviews here in the States, so that critique certainly wasn’t about quality. The reviewer just hated the idea that someone could write about a British character mucking around in a British setting (Esther Brookstone travels a lo...