Sujatamassey.com Webmaster This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. Say you were to spend the night in my house, or hang in the living room, lounge on the porch, or have a cup of tea in my study. I would be happy for your company. Yet you would probably notice you were sharing space with plenty of … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. I’ll start by saying that I’m not afraid of bugs. As a child, I picked up worms and ladybugs. Even now, I’ll go to the effort of carrying a cricket or Daddy-Long-Legs lost inside my house outside to safety. I treasure the wild world—and it’s my opinion that … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. In Mid-Coast Maine, the sun comes up just little after 5 in the morning. I stay awake, no matter what, because of the light and the singing robins and chickadees in the garden outside the Cape Cod house we’re renting. The sky is always blue, the air never … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. Not only am I an old writer, I started writing fiction a very long time ago. Seventh grade, to be exact. It was the greenest of seasons—when I’d read hundreds of books but not taken a single class in the craft—was an afterschool pleasure coming after or sometimes … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. I’ve been in Nice for 14 days, and as I pack my bags, I’m filled with yearning. I’m not ready to leave. Against all expectations, this city has won my heart. Even in a heatwave—one with breezes, tall green trees, and the sea nearby—I couldn’t get too bothered … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. In a few weeks, I head off on a trip to the south of France. Just Tony and me, I thought—but a tagalong friend has become part of the planning. This friend is a writer I greatly admire: the late Edith Wharton. Obviously, Edith Wharton and I haven’t … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. Stacks of books, Sharpie pens, a microphone. A sea of empty folding chairs—and a slight rush of nervous energy. This scene is a cliché for any author who’s been fortunate enough to have a bookseller invite you sign books. I count myself very lucky to see whatever number … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. Napping after lunch is a tradition with adherents worldwide, especially in warm seasons and places. We had 87-degree weather yesterday in Baltimore—the second hot day in a row. Cherry trees are bursting into pink heaven outside my bedroom window. As I lie down over rather than underneath the sheet because … Read more
Opening shot: Mongyr, a small town in Bihar Province, British India, in 1935. Palm trees rise up and ripple across a clear blue sky. The camera slowly moves from the lush treetops to focus on a historic yellow bungalow with a peaked roof, tall windows and a long, wrap-around veranda. A slender, intense-looking Indian man … Read more
This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. I’ve been thinking quite a lot these days about human connection. Apparently, a loneliness epidemic is worsening—even though the pandemic is over. Twenty years ago, most Americans felt they had more close friends than they do today. In addition to the pandemic cutting down on gatherings that never … Read more