Laurie R. King

On November 30th, we’re giving away TOUCHSTONE! ..and A LETTER OF MARY, and THE MOOR. In a positive orgy of seasonal gift-giving, my web lady Vicki has decided that we’re giving away multiple sets of the two new Picador Russells AND many copies of the TOUCHSTONE advanced reading copy. As she puts it, You have…

Have you seen, or heard about, the film that was made a few years ago on the three woman mystery writers who re-shaped the genre—Paretsky, Grafton, and Muller? Well, the husband and wife team who made “Women of Mystery” have now made “Mysterious California,” featuring four Golden State crime writers. To make it even better,…

The LRK web page has changes, including a book page for Touchstone. With a sample. Enjoy.

A point of clarification: Some of you in the comments have cringed in shame at having been the perpetrator of One of Those Letters that have drawn a book’s mistake to my attention. Worry not, I beg you: The problem I have with Those Letters is not in the receipt, but in having been the…

There’s a deft little thread woven into Dorothy Sayers’ Gaudy Night where one of the academics is perpetually working on the final draft of her definitive book and keeps taking it back to do what modern publishers call “tweak” it. A footnote here, the incorporation of a newly published paper there—her colleagues in the end…

As regular readers of this blog may have noticed, we had a wedding in the family recently. And it was just absurdly gorgeous, from the warm autumnal sun slanting through the trees to the beatific happiness that transformed all the faces. It was a Jewish ceremony, with chuppah (the canopy,) the broken wine-glass (said to…

I returned last night from a whole two days away, deciding that a houseful of visiting Kings might e sufficient to keep catastrophe at bay. Two entire days, driving down to Big Sur and talking to the redwoods. And although I didn’t take my laptop or a writing pad, and only took a cell phone…

Sorry for the delay on this promised conclusion of Jamie You’ll’s remarks. Over 36 hours this weekend I flew to LA and spoke with a couple hundred librarians, flew home and fed 60 guests, and attended the world’s most perfect wedding. Since then I have realized that my brain is going through a period of…

My soldier son is home, a civilian at last after 40 months in uniform. He survived Iraq, Afghanistan, Ranger training school, more jumps out of airplanes than a mother wants to know about, and the Army’s idiocy. His only scars are the invisible kind treated best by a full refrigerator, many paperback novels, and plans…