Jane Haddam

Joann is being buried today, and I find I’ve got neither the time nor the inclination to write anything comprehensive, never mind oherent. But there are a couple of things. First, somethinig from a blog or two back–you can say a lot about Joel  Osteen and the prosperity gospel, but you can’t say that he’s…

A few days ago, I published a post on this blog called “Cold,” and then forgot to explain why I was calling it that.  More interesting, nobody bothered to point out that the title was senseless given what came after it. This one is called Cold 2 for the same reason the last one was…

I lost all interest in Survivor when I found out that it was not a show about who could survive longest in primitive conditions, but one in which staying on the island or leaving was dependent on being voted off or not.  Call me cynical, but I was fairly sure I knew what that meant–no…

A few years ago, there was this really terrible movie called Drop Dead Gorgeous, about a teen-aged beauty pageant in a small town in Wisconsin.  It had Kirstie Alley in it, and Kirsten Dunst, and a number of other people you’d recognize on sight if not by name–including Amy Adams in what must have been…

So, Joann died the morning before yesterday.  She was probably already dead when I  was writing the blog, but I didn’t hear about it until later, when I was wandering around in the supermarket not doing much of anything, and my phone did that thing where it refuses to ring, but the voicemail and the…

Which is what it is today.  I’ve got a rather odd week-end planned, assuming that the status of everthing and everybody stays as it is–that is, that nobody dies.  I’ve got some stuff to do tomorrow, and then I’m going to reread a couple of Harry Potter novels that I have hanging around–the first, and…

Just before Thanksgiving last year, I went into a supermarket–well, what passes for a supermarket out here–looking for a turkey breast.  This was not turkey for Thanksgiving itself.  For that,  I get a whole turkey.  I think I had somebody coming for dinner, or something.  Whatever the reason, I wanted a turkey breast. I couldn’t…

So, let me start here–in general, I agree with Cathy.  What went on in Dover was not about making a religion out of science, in spite of the fact that some people claiming to be supporting the science side acted in their usual idiotic way. I’ve got nearly twenty books about the incident and trial,…

I’m having one of those weeks, made even less satisfying than it might have been by the fact that my older son went back to college yesterday, which means he’s not going to be around to dump things on when they get overwhelming.  I think about this picture I have of us where I’m holding…

This morning there was a link up on Arts and Letters Daily to an op-ed in the Wall Street Journal about fiction, and plots. There was a lot wrong with this piece–not the least of which was to imply that before this latest book, Thomas Pynchon wasn’t interested in plot; it was practically all he…