Jane Haddam

Well, the term is halfway done, and I’m predictably frantic, but the usual  mess has been exacerbated this time by a lot of small but inconvenient things. At the moment, the most inconvenient of these things has been the fact that I dislocated my right shoulder. It’s been suitably relocated, but it aches like hell,…

I read Michael Fisher’s comment on the Magazine post, and I do want to point out some things. First, in the article I was talking about, the women profiled were all young, just out of high school, and without children. They each received substantial financial aid packages that included books, fees, AND room and board. …

One of the things I have not been keeping a record of since the first of the year is the magazines I read, and I read a lot of them. On one level, I hesitate to say I’ve “read” them, because,  unlike books, I don’t read everything inside the covers.  Instead, I look around in…

So, yesterday somebody observed to me that it’s been a week since I wrote a blog post, and I suppose it’s true. It’s the time of year when I’m finishing another Gregor, which means I’m distracted a lot. It’s more than a lot distracting to put a corpse face down in the middle of a…

I haven’t read Criiminal yet, but I’ll get around to it.  Karin Slaughter is the only writer I read any more, mostly because she’s the only one who doesn’t seem to me to be operating almost entirely on cliches. If the book does locate things like having to have a husband or father in order…

So, it’s Saturday morning, and I’m sitting here with the music going off behind my head. But it isn’t the usual music.  For some reason, the only thing that would do this morning was George Gershwin, from the only CD I own, called The Essential George Gershwin and made up almost entirely of classic recordings…

My younger son told me this morning that I only had to look around.  There were birds of all kinds near the windows, and geese honking away in the sky, and no need to keep the heat more than halfway up–obviously, it’s spring. I am, I will admit, a little skeptical. Historically–if you can call…

Every once in a while, I stumble across odd situations in the local news, and I follow them until I can make sense of them. I’m not sure that I can make sense out of this one, exactly, but I’ve got some ideas. A little over a year ago, a homeless woman from Bridgeport named…

We are supposed to be getting a snow storm today–in fact, we’re supposed to be getting it already.  The web sites I go to for weather have been screaming about it for days, because that would make three week ends in a row with snow, and that would be very impressive. At the moment, however,…

Okay. So I’ve been thinking about the exchange yesterday.  And a number of things occur to me. The first is that the woman who wrote the book reviewed in the NYRB obviously had an agenda–she wrote the book specifically to outline that agenda. The second is that I tend to assume that anything that is…