For the Object for the 22rd Kate Shugak novel, the winners are (drum roll, please)… Third Place goes to Marla for the thumb drive. I hadn’t even thought of the thumb drive, but of course she’s right, and who couldn’t love that last line? Second place goes to Laura Spafford, for the plane. I love…
July 19ththe Park “You know where she is,” Jim said. It wasn’t a question. “You don’t?” Bobby said. It wasn’t an answer. They glared at each other, both big men, one black, one blond, one in a wheelchair, one in the blue and gold of the Alaska state trooper, both of them mightily pissed off.…
Evander “Andy” Mills is fired from the SFO police when he’s caught in a raid on a gay bar. It’s 1952 and he is now de facto a pariah from his previous life and lucky not to be in jail. It looks like there is only one way out until Pearl Lamontaine hires him to…
THAT AFTERNOON I INVESTIGATE the camp’s nature exhibit, where I learn how to tell how old a Dall sheep is (think tree rings), examine resource files labeled Aurora through Giardia (from the sublime to the ridiculous), and reverently touch the wing feather of a golden eagle. “What is it you want guests to take away…
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To recap from the February Roadhouse Report: A fan contest is announced! Alert readers will have noticed that I’m re-running “The History of Kate Shugak in 22 Objects” series here on stabenow.com. I’ve even managed to keep all the original comments. Some are pretty funny and all of them are fun. Scroll down to read them…
Tuesday, July 10th Kushtaka Tyler Mack was an eighteen-year old stick of post-adolescent dynamite just waiting for the right match. He was smart in all the wrong ways, using his intelligence chiefly to conspire with Boris Balluta, his best friend and coconspirator since childhood, on ways and means to avoid manual labor. Of medium height,…
The history of flight from its natural origins on the wings of the pterosaur to today’s technological wonders of the Airbus A320 and the Boeing 737. Richard Dawkins writes with a sense of delighted discovery, using the tiniest details to illuminate his narrative. Literally. …the smallest flying insect is the Fairyfly (it’s actually a wasp…
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ON A SUNNY DAY in southcentral Alaska, an official indicator of just how nice a day it is is, “The mountain’s out.” Which mountain? Well, obviously, you don’t live here. “The mountain” is of course, Denali, all 20,320 feet of it. A hundred miles from Anchorage, it looms up substantially on the northern horizon nonetheless.…
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Warning: Spoilers spoken here. And a contest! With prizes!* So I put it to the Danamaniacs–what should be the object from the twenty-first Kate Shugak novel? Imma just cut-and-paste the winning entry here: Thank you, Dagna! Because what could be more apropos than a compass of any kind as a symbol for Less Than…
Warning: Spoilers spoken here.And a contest! With prizes!* Upon returning home from New York City in 1994, clutching A Cold Day for Murder‘s Edgar in a sweaty fist, almost the very first thing to appear in my mailbox was a letter from Tony Hillerman, requesting a short story for the collection he was editing, The…
