Jane Haddam

Well, what can I say?  It took only about a day for Charlou and Judy to show why libertarians reject social programs.  Although Charlou may have changed her mind.  I’m a little unsure about that. But let’s go to Judy’s question–it’s fine for everybody to make their own choices if they have to pay out…

It is Sunday, and I have, on the CD player behind me, Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.  This is not my usual thing on Sunday mornings, but today it kind of fits. Maybe that’s because we’re in our fourth day of storms, sort of storms, almost storms, it’ll be a storm in a minute, it’s a storm…

Before I start, I have to say this: Blasting Gustav Leonhardt playing The Goldberg Variations first thing in the morning before you’ve had your caffeine…does very strange things to the mind. Anyway.  I’ve got tea now, and Gustav is still blaring away.  It’s a good thing I like harpsichords at any time. Yesterday I talked…

Okay, I’m sorry–I couldn’t help it. Reading the comments this morning was amazing–mm is quite right.  She never said anything about equalizing outcomes, and neither did I. What I DID say was that most of us are comfortable with the idea that people should be rewarded differently for making different choices. We think hierarchy is…

I have been thinking about the way one poster formulated the–ack, I don’t have a word for it.  Maybe instead of “formulated” I should have said “described.” The poster said that the students in our classes show varying degrees of ability and achievement, and that those varying degrees of ability and achievement are sometimes genetic, sometimes…

So, over the last several days, I have been trying very, very hard not to comment on the debt ceiling, or the debt ceiling debates, or the whole crisis-mode 24-hour news cycle that has been making finding out what happened locally–like whether they’ve caught the runaway leaping cow–nearly impossible. Now that it’s all over, though,…

For the last several months, I’ve been reading and rereading–almost obsessively–Golden Age detective novels.  I’m not entirely sure what this is about.  Maybe I’m just trying to recapture what it was that made me love detective novels to begin with.  “Murder mysteries” is what they were called when I was younger, and “murder mysteries” is…

So, I’ve been looking over the comments for the last few days, and I’ve decided it’s time to be explicit about what I always thought should have been obvious.  I mean, I don’t have anything else to say, and it’s late in the afternoon, and I’m tired. Also, it sort of strangely fits in with…

One of the really nice things about this summer is that a friend of mine has been sending me books, mostly classic mysteries, or things having to do with classic mysteries.  One of those books was a collections of essays, articles and other material about “the detective story,” published in the 1950s.  I’d remember the…

Well, okay, maybe not this second.  We just went through the week-end from Hell, almost literally.  It was hot enough.  And it’s not even August yet.  But today is the first time in months that I actually have to be somewhere by eight o’clock in the morning, and tomorrow I’ve got something going, too. I’m not…