The hardworking Emily MacEntee at St. Martin's has been busy setting up the regional swing for GDIH...if you're in the neighborhood, y'all come (and this means you, Terrenoire).
Saturday, March 25, 2:00 PM
Moore County Library
Carthage, NC
Tuesday, March 28 7:00 PM
Park Road Books
4139 Park Road Shopping Center
Charlotte, NC 28209
704-525-9239
Wednesday, March 29, 7:00 PM
Borders
1807 Fordham Blvd.
Chapel Hill, NC 27514
919-929-8332
Thursday, March 30, 7:00 PM
McIntyre’s
2000 Fearrington Village
Pittsboro, NC 27511
919-542-3030
Sunday, April 2 2:00 PM
Malaprops Bookstore
61 Haywood St.
Asheville, NC 28801
828-254-6734
Monday, April 3, 7:00 PM
The Regulator
720 Ninth St.
Durham, NC 27705
919-286-2700
Thursday, April 6 – Sunday, April 9
Southern Kentucky Book Festival
Sloan Convention Center
Bowling Green KY
Wednesday, April 12, 7:00 PM
Borders
252 S. Stratford Rd.
Winston-Salem, NC 27103
336-727-8834
Thursday, April 13, 7:00 PM
The Country Bookshop
140 Northwest Broad Street
Southern Pines, NC 28387
910-692-3211
Saturday, April 22 1:00 PM
Happy Bookseller
4525 Forest Drive
Columbia, SC 29206
803-782-2665
More to come...
Friday, February 03, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
And Another Big Thanks....
...to the folks at Booklist, the journal of the American Library Association, who give Good Day in Hell another great review. Sorry I don't have a direct link; I saw it reprinted on the Amazon.com page for the book. Reviewer Bill Ott calls it "another high-voltage thriller" and says "Rhoades portrays unrepentant, psychotic killers but manages to make us feel, almost against our will, the human hearts that beat within their violent souls."
Librarians rule.
Librarians rule.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
And Thanks to Sarah Weinman!
The lovely and talented Sarah has a very nice review of Good Day in Hell up in the "Picks of the Week" section of her widely read and always informative weblog, Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind . Glad you liked it, Sarah.
Y'all keep this up, I'm liable to get a big head.
Y'all keep this up, I'm liable to get a big head.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Thanks, Gerald So!
Gerald So, Fiction Editor for The Thrilling Detective Web Site, and moderator of the discussion lists DetecToday, Spenser's Sneakers, and CrimeSeen, reviews The Devil's Right Hand on his blog.
The good review is especially gratifying because Gerald, bless his heart, doesn't sugarcoat the fact that he doesn't normally care for "multiple-viewpoint, rapid-cutting suspense thrillers." DRH, if you've read it, has a lot of multiple viewpoints and rapid cutting, 'cause that's how I roll.
The fact that Gerald still liked it must mean I'm doing something else right.
Thank you, Gerald.
The good review is especially gratifying because Gerald, bless his heart, doesn't sugarcoat the fact that he doesn't normally care for "multiple-viewpoint, rapid-cutting suspense thrillers." DRH, if you've read it, has a lot of multiple viewpoints and rapid cutting, 'cause that's how I roll.
The fact that Gerald still liked it must mean I'm doing something else right.
Thank you, Gerald.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Warning: This Column May Make Your Wife and Children Cry
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I have one question: just when did Republicans turn into such wimps?
Recently, during the nomination hearings for Judge Samuel Alito, Republicans like Focus on the Family deplored how the “cruelty” of Democratic senators had sent Mrs. Alito from the hearing room in tears.
The Democrats were supposedly to blame, even though at the time Mrs. Alito broke down, it was Republican Sen. Lindsey Graham who was speaking, complaining about those mean old Democrats asking all those pesky questions and, horror of horrors, expecting real answers. I mean, how dare they, in front of his wife and everything?
To Mrs. Alito: Ma’am, I’m not blaming you. I’m sure the whole thing was indeed stressful. It can’t have been made any easier by the fact that your tears are now being replayed over and over by manipulative Republicans using you for sympathy points. I blame them, not you. But I have to say this: If that snoozefest that passed for a questioning made you cry, then with all due respect, you ought to really reconsider whether Washington, D.C., is a place where you want to keep residing.
Now, turning to all you Republicans wringing your hands and going “ain’t it awful”: Grow up.
The guy’s looking for a lifetime appointment to the highest court in the land. He was ducking and weaving like Muhammad Ali over his past statements concerning presidential power, his stated desire to overrule Roe vs. Wade and his membership in a racist and sexist organization founded to protest the admission of women and minorities to Princeton. A half-decent cross-examiner would have been nailing his hide to the wall.
Cry? I know lawyers who could make Judge Alito wet himself. He got off easy.
Not content to hide behind the skirts of Alito’s wife, the Republicans next trotted out the 12-year-old daughter of admitted felon Jack Abramoff. George Clooney, accepting a Golden Globe award, made an admittedly lame and sophomoric joke combining Abramoff’s first name with the last three letters of his last name. The joke was completely idiotic, and let me tell you, when you grow up with a name like “Dusty Rhoades,” you become something of a connoisseur of stupid name jokes.
Soon, however, the Republicans were having a mass attack of the vapors over the remark, thanks to an “open letter” Abramoff’s father wrote to Clooney (and of course the press), claiming that the joke had sent Abramoff’s 12-year-old daughter out of the room in tears, even though the girl was never mentioned.
Let’s review here. The Republicans are the people who didn’t blink an eye over calling Sen. Kerry’s wife a drunk and a lunatic. After the 2004 election, a Republican commentator crowed that soon the only Democrats that would be “allowed” would be female ones like South Dakota representative Stephanie Herseth who were “easy on the eyes” and whose purpose would be to serve as “comfort women” for Republicans.
I didn’t hear a lot of Republican outrage at one of their own gleefully looking forward to the forcible rape and sexual enslavement of Democratic female politicians then, so you’ll forgive me if I find their concern for wives and children less than credible now.
I recall when a member of Congress called the president of the United States a “scumbag”. I’m sure the teenage Chelsea Clinton shed a few tears over that, but did Republicans care? I don’t think so. And suddenly the Republicans are all “oh, my stars, think of the women and children” over softball questions in the Senate and a stupid joke at the Golden Globes? Spare me.
Heck, check out some of the letters to this very paper. When I get called an Islamic terrorist, do I get all tragic about how you made my wife or my little girl cry? No, because I’m not a wimp. I recognize that, like it or not, political discourse in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries is a rough game.
In fact, it very much resembles political discourse in the founding days of this country, when pretty much anything went. John Adams’ supporters called Thomas Jefferson “an atheist, anarchist, demagogue, coward, mountebank, trickster and Francomaniac (whatever that is).”
Jefferson supporter Benjamin Franklin Bache (grandson of the famous Benjamin Franklin) called then-President Adams “old, querulous, bald, blind, crippled, toothless Adams.” There is no record, however, of Adams’ supporters complaining that those mean old Jeffersonians were making Abigail cry.
Actually, they did worse. They rammed through the notorious “Alien and Sedition Acts” which were so broadly worded that they effectively made it a crime to criticize the government. We were, after all, being threatened by a foreign power, namely France. Sound familiar?
Fortunately, that story had a happy ending; Adams and his party were voted out, at least partially because of public outcry against the Sedition Act. Because most Americans aren’t wimps. And they don’t like politicians who can’t take a few questions — or even a bad and stupid joke. You want to improve the level of discourse? Look to cleaning your own house. Until then, stop whining and acting all indignant every time someone dares to stand up to you.
Dusty Rhoades lives, writes, practices law and is feeling particularly cranky this week in Carthage.
I have one question: just when did Republicans turn into such wimps?
Recently, during the nomination hearings for Judge Samuel Alito, Republicans like Focus on the Family deplored how the “cruelty” of Democratic senators had sent Mrs. Alito from the hearing room in tears.
The Democrats were supposedly to blame, even though at the time Mrs. Alito broke down, it was Republican Sen. Lindsey Graham who was speaking, complaining about those mean old Democrats asking all those pesky questions and, horror of horrors, expecting real answers. I mean, how dare they, in front of his wife and everything?
To Mrs. Alito: Ma’am, I’m not blaming you. I’m sure the whole thing was indeed stressful. It can’t have been made any easier by the fact that your tears are now being replayed over and over by manipulative Republicans using you for sympathy points. I blame them, not you. But I have to say this: If that snoozefest that passed for a questioning made you cry, then with all due respect, you ought to really reconsider whether Washington, D.C., is a place where you want to keep residing.
Now, turning to all you Republicans wringing your hands and going “ain’t it awful”: Grow up.
The guy’s looking for a lifetime appointment to the highest court in the land. He was ducking and weaving like Muhammad Ali over his past statements concerning presidential power, his stated desire to overrule Roe vs. Wade and his membership in a racist and sexist organization founded to protest the admission of women and minorities to Princeton. A half-decent cross-examiner would have been nailing his hide to the wall.
Cry? I know lawyers who could make Judge Alito wet himself. He got off easy.
Not content to hide behind the skirts of Alito’s wife, the Republicans next trotted out the 12-year-old daughter of admitted felon Jack Abramoff. George Clooney, accepting a Golden Globe award, made an admittedly lame and sophomoric joke combining Abramoff’s first name with the last three letters of his last name. The joke was completely idiotic, and let me tell you, when you grow up with a name like “Dusty Rhoades,” you become something of a connoisseur of stupid name jokes.
Soon, however, the Republicans were having a mass attack of the vapors over the remark, thanks to an “open letter” Abramoff’s father wrote to Clooney (and of course the press), claiming that the joke had sent Abramoff’s 12-year-old daughter out of the room in tears, even though the girl was never mentioned.
Let’s review here. The Republicans are the people who didn’t blink an eye over calling Sen. Kerry’s wife a drunk and a lunatic. After the 2004 election, a Republican commentator crowed that soon the only Democrats that would be “allowed” would be female ones like South Dakota representative Stephanie Herseth who were “easy on the eyes” and whose purpose would be to serve as “comfort women” for Republicans.
I didn’t hear a lot of Republican outrage at one of their own gleefully looking forward to the forcible rape and sexual enslavement of Democratic female politicians then, so you’ll forgive me if I find their concern for wives and children less than credible now.
I recall when a member of Congress called the president of the United States a “scumbag”. I’m sure the teenage Chelsea Clinton shed a few tears over that, but did Republicans care? I don’t think so. And suddenly the Republicans are all “oh, my stars, think of the women and children” over softball questions in the Senate and a stupid joke at the Golden Globes? Spare me.
Heck, check out some of the letters to this very paper. When I get called an Islamic terrorist, do I get all tragic about how you made my wife or my little girl cry? No, because I’m not a wimp. I recognize that, like it or not, political discourse in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries is a rough game.
In fact, it very much resembles political discourse in the founding days of this country, when pretty much anything went. John Adams’ supporters called Thomas Jefferson “an atheist, anarchist, demagogue, coward, mountebank, trickster and Francomaniac (whatever that is).”
Jefferson supporter Benjamin Franklin Bache (grandson of the famous Benjamin Franklin) called then-President Adams “old, querulous, bald, blind, crippled, toothless Adams.” There is no record, however, of Adams’ supporters complaining that those mean old Jeffersonians were making Abigail cry.
Actually, they did worse. They rammed through the notorious “Alien and Sedition Acts” which were so broadly worded that they effectively made it a crime to criticize the government. We were, after all, being threatened by a foreign power, namely France. Sound familiar?
Fortunately, that story had a happy ending; Adams and his party were voted out, at least partially because of public outcry against the Sedition Act. Because most Americans aren’t wimps. And they don’t like politicians who can’t take a few questions — or even a bad and stupid joke. You want to improve the level of discourse? Look to cleaning your own house. Until then, stop whining and acting all indignant every time someone dares to stand up to you.
Dusty Rhoades lives, writes, practices law and is feeling particularly cranky this week in Carthage.
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