West Cork, An Audible Original Podcast
Review of West Cork, An Audible Original Podcast
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Review of West Cork, An Audible Original Podcast
Read moreWHAT COMES OVER SOME PEOPLE?In part one, we asked if art crime was different from other illegal activity. When there’s[…]
Read morePART ONE OF TWO Usually criminologists study the criminal, but many of today’s scholars recommend an object-centric approach for understanding[…]
Read moreIf Raymond Chandler were alive today, he’d be 113. Still, he lives on, not only in his own massive oeuvre but also in the books and short stories of writers who read Chandler and were never the same.
Read moreThis past week saw a Russian hacking group hack into Colonial Pipeline, a company that provides gasoline, diesel, and jet fuel to a large portion of the Eastern Seaboard. The hacking group, Darkside, reassured the world this was not political in nature, but done purely for monetary gain. The fact that they generally target English-speaking countries either supports this (English-speaking countries are generally richer than Slavic-speaking ones), or, you know, not.
Read moreAlmost the first thing a budding writer learns is the importance of conflict—internal, external, situational, relational. Conflict is what creates[…]
Read moreNow here’s a tradition I can stand behind! Apparently everyone in Norway goes over to the dark side the week leading up to Easter and reads massive amounts of crime and true crime, as well as watching every possible crime show.
Read moreWomen have been poisoning themselves in the name of beauty for thousands of years. From deadly nightshade to lead, here are a few beauty tips from the past (that should stay in the past)
Read moreWhat real-life story would you like to see fictionalized on page or screen? Maybe a story inspired by a weird fact? History? The odd guy who lives down the street? The woman three doors down who only leaves the house on Thursdays?
Read moreA couple of years ago, back when we could do such things, I went to see a band at a Brooklyn nightspot. In performing what I thought would be a cursory rummage through my bag, the bouncers found my pens. All two dozen or so of them.
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