From Publishers Weekly:
"Coleman
to Handle Jesse Stone for Putnam
Christine
Pepe signed a North American rights deal with Reed Farrel
Coleman to write four new novels in Robert B. Parker’s Jesse Stone series.
(Parker died in 2010.) Coleman, an Edgar nominee, was represented by David
Hale Smith at Inkwell Management, while Helen Brann, who has an
eponymous shingle, represented the Parker estate. The first book in the
deal, Blind Spot, is set for September 2014. Pepe also signed Coleman to a
two-book, world rights deal that will launch a new series featuring a cop in
Suffolk County, N.Y., named Gus Murphy; the first Gus Murphy book, Where
It Hurts, is set for 2015."
Oh, how I
loved reading this!
If you're a
regular reader here at Meanderings and Muses, you know how very much I admire Reed Farrel Coleman's work.
And here's
just a sample of why:
Audie
Award – best original work
Nominated
for Barry Award – best novel
Winner
of Macavity – best novel
Nominated
for Anthony – best original paperback
Spinetingler
Magazine Best Novel – Legends
Book
of the Year – Foreward Reviews
Crimespree
Magazine – Best Novel of 2009
Winner
of Shamus – best hardcover
Winner
of Shamus – best hardcover
Nominated
for Edgar – best novel
Nominated
for Barry – best novel
Nominated
for Macavity – best novel
Winner
of Shamus – best paperback original
Winner
of Barry – best paperback
Winner
of Anthony – best paperback original
Nominated
for Edgar – best paperback original
Nominated
for Gumshoe – best mystery
Nominated for Macavity
– best novel
I met Reed at
Bouchercon Baltimore in 2008, and blogged about it here:
When this
picture was taken (by Lee Child, no less), I didn't know anything about Reed
Farrel Coleman or his work.
It was
because of this meeting that I started reading Reed's work. It was because of Reed's graciousness that I started reading his work. It was due to his talent that I continued.
And I developed one of the biggest fangirl crushes imaginable - and not just for Reed. For his Moe Prager also. The crush on Reed moved on to something I treasure - a friendship with one of the nicest, most talented people I've encountered. A devoted family man, a loyal friend and one who has a very loyal following of friends and fans. He was one of the first people to reach out when Donald had a heart attack, and still continues to ask about him whenever we talk or communicate by email. There's no way to measure how much that means to me.
And I developed one of the biggest fangirl crushes imaginable - and not just for Reed. For his Moe Prager also. The crush on Reed moved on to something I treasure - a friendship with one of the nicest, most talented people I've encountered. A devoted family man, a loyal friend and one who has a very loyal following of friends and fans. He was one of the first people to reach out when Donald had a heart attack, and still continues to ask about him whenever we talk or communicate by email. There's no way to measure how much that means to me.
I next saw
Reed at Bouchercon Indianapolis 2009, and blogged about it here:
This
photo was taken at the Private Eye Writers of America Banquet during B'con 09,
shortly before Reed was awarded the Shamus for The Best P.I. Novel of the Year
- SOUL PATCH.
I
was sitting at Reed's table along with Judy Bobalik (who acted as my Fairy Godmother
that entire weekend), Jason Pinter, S.J. Rozan, and Michael Wiley. wow. I was star struck the entire evening.
And
they made sure I met every other writer in that room who I may not have met
previously. Let me tell you, meeting Sara Peretsky and Sue Grafton was
not a small thing for me.
But,
that's just one more side of Reed Farrel Coleman. He was a big winner
that evening, but not too busy to make sure he made me feel welcome and
included.
Moe
Prager makes his final appearance in THE HOLLOW GIRL, which comes out in May.
I was lucky enough to read an advance copy and cried like a baby 'cause I
knew I was saying good-bye to Moe. But, being the professional Reed is, I
have to say, it was, in my opinion, the best of the series. I got over
being mad at Reed for taking away one of my literary crushes because he did it
with complete style and class and in keeping with Moe's life throughout the
entire series. It was a real and truthful and perfect ending. One I
could not have imagined before reading it, but thinking, "well, of course
. . . " after reading it.
And
now, wow.
He's
going to be "1/3 of Robert B. Parker." You can read what he has to say about it here:
And,
he'll be launching a new series featuring a cop in Suffolk County, NY, named
Gus Murphy. The first in the series, WHERE IT HURTS, is set for 2015.
I
am a happy girl.
OH,
and one more thing . . .
Reed's
been called a hard-boiled poet by NPR's Maureen Corrigan and the 'noir poet
laureate' in the Huffington Post. Here's a sample of his poetry he
allowed me to post here a couple years ago in honor of April being National Poetry
Month. And well, here it is April once again.
Sonnet of a City Once Known
Have you not seen the city I once knew
buried beneath years of silent defect,
impatient rust and angry shades of blue?
History’s hidden beneath its neglect.
The endless sewer to sewer stickball games,
crumbling cement, steps worn smooth as slate,
summer Tuesdays, boardwalk firework flames,
my father coming home (always too late).
Soft blacktop leaps to meet a kid’s sneaker
rounding first, but dreaming of home at last.
Old tar just hardens, the streets grow bleaker
and bright futures are leveled by the past.
On fall days as shedding trees turn to stone,
my shadows visit this city once known.
Sonnet of a City Once Known
by Reed Farrel Coleman
Have you not seen the city I once knew
buried beneath years of silent defect,
impatient rust and angry shades of blue?
History’s hidden beneath its neglect.
The endless sewer to sewer stickball games,
crumbling cement, steps worn smooth as slate,
summer Tuesdays, boardwalk firework flames,
my father coming home (always too late).
Soft blacktop leaps to meet a kid’s sneaker
rounding first, but dreaming of home at last.
Old tar just hardens, the streets grow bleaker
and bright futures are leveled by the past.
On fall days as shedding trees turn to stone,
my shadows visit this city once known.
1 comment:
Enjoyed hearing more about Reed... and as always, love Meanderings and Musings!
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