I was born precisely 9 months after Raymond Chandler died.
Perhaps there was only room for one of us at a time.
Perhaps that’s a stretch.
His books are what made me want to write. It took me ages to get a bunch of business books under my belt and develop the courage to try mysteries.
I am particularly proud of my latest effort, A Long, Hard Look. It has been compared to Chandler, though once again, modesty (fear?) forces me to wonder if it’s a stretch.
I call what I write “Chandleresque cozies.” … more … “Who’s Your Mentor?”