Tuesday, April 24, 2012


(Image from "Night of the Comet" shamelessly pilfered from my sister's awesome site.)

My novel, BIAS CUT, just advanced to the semi-finals of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award. Kind of stunned, actually -- of the five thousand initial entries in the General Fiction division, fifty novels have made it to this stage, mine included.

Here's the marvelous full review of BIAS CUT from the kind folks at Publishers Weekly, who served as judges for this round of the competition:
In this fresh and dark mystery, rising fashion designer Laurie Sparks hires down-to-earth, down on her luck Nicola to research 1980s style and culture. Sparks, an elfish beauty and reality TV personality -- think younger, edgier, and flakier Tim Gunn -- wonders what next year’s fashion would look like if an apocalypse had stopped design from moving forward back when “Road Warrior” and “Night of the Comet” flickered through America’s imagination. Enter Jonathan, Sparks’s former assistant, who asserts: “I don’t think it occurs to Laurie that there are people…who…don’t want the very best for him.” Sparks’s carefree and careless nature provides the novel a vague sense of dread that is exacerbated by Nicola’s increasing compulsion to protect him, from himself as well as from others. Despite constant warning, Sparks goads Nicola into an ever-deepening pursuit to prove that a world-renowned fashion designer is a hack and possibly a murderer. Snappy dialogue and accomplished descriptions are effortlessly woven into the catty and surprisingly nebulous world of Fashion Week and Emmy Award after-parties. While it addresses a wide range of topics -- from the folly of curiosity to the power of innuendo -- this novel is also about the fleeting successes that have passed by Generation X and landed on Generation Y, and the anxieties and imbalances such a world view produces. Well done.
Thank you to Publishers Weekly, to Amazon, and to everyone who has read and supported BIAS CUT along the way.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

"O all the instruments agree/The day of his death was a dark cold day."

My father, Erich Theodor Richter III, slipped away last night after battling lung cancer for a year and a half.

Dad’s pride and joy was his garden, which was a riot of colorful hollyhocks in the summer and a tangle of squash vines in the fall. For him, gardening was both an art and a science, as he carried out elaborate cross-breeding experiments and charted his results over the years. He wrote outlandish science fiction stories, fantastical tales of bizarre alien creatures, which he’d illustrate with his own pen-and-ink sketches. He played chess and took Spanish lessons and entered poetry competitions. He was interested in everything, and he never stopped learning.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

File this post under "Andy Taylor is awesome"

Andy Taylor -- erstwhile Duran Duran guitarist, author, musician, and wildly entertaining human being -- posted yet another of my Duranalysis reviews over on his official site: Is There Something I Should Know? Check it out, even if you've already read it here, and show Andy some love. He's worth it.

(Yeah, I know -- fresh content has been in damn short supply around here lately. My apologies. I'm going to enigmatically state that I'm Going Through Some Stuff® right now, and leave it at that.)