Lyndsay Faye in conversation with Leslie Klinger, "Raven"
Some people never got over the first time a detective explained the solution and it turned out better than they had guessed. They are a whole secret society, and they have annotated everything. Tonight two of their high priests are in a bookstore on Sunset: Faye, who writes Victorian crime well enough that the Sherlockians accepted her as one of their own, and Klinger, who produced the annotated editions of Holmes and of Dracula that sit on those same people's shelves like scripture. Faye's new novel goes at Poe, which in this company is not a casual choice - it is picking up the other founding father of the form and asking whether the raven was ever really the point. If you hold opinions about which Holmes adaptation is defensible, you will find your people in this aisle. Book Soup runs its events crammed between the shelves on a weekday evening: thirty chairs, no stage, the author more or less standing in the true-crime section. Free, and the mystery shelf here is stocked by somebody who clearly reads it. Monday at seven.
Some people never got over the first time a detective explained the solution and it turned out better than they had guessed. They are a whole secret society, and they have annotated everything. Tonight two of their high priests are in a bookstore on Sunset: Faye, who writes Victorian crime well enough that the Sherlockians accepted her as one of their own, and Klinger, who produced the annotated editions of Holmes and of Dracula that sit on those same people's shelves like scripture. Faye's new novel goes at Poe, which in this company is not a casual choice - it is picking up the other founding father of the form and asking whether the raven was ever really the point. If you hold opinions about which Holmes adaptation is defensible, you will find your people in this aisle. Book Soup runs its events crammed between the shelves on a weekday evening: thirty chairs, no stage, the author more or less standing in the true-crime section. Free, and the mystery shelf here is stocked by somebody who clearly reads it. Monday at seven.
Some people never got over the first time a detective explained the solution and it turned out better than they had guessed. They are a whole secret society, and they have annotated everything. Tonight two of their high priests are in a bookstore on Sunset: Faye, who writes Victorian crime well enough that the Sherlockians accepted her as one of their own, and Klinger, who produced the annotated editions of Holmes and of Dracula that sit on those same people's shelves like scripture. Faye's new novel goes at Poe, which in this company is not a casual choice - it is picking up the other founding father of the form and asking whether the raven was ever really the point. If you hold opinions about which Holmes adaptation is defensible, you will find your people in this aisle. Book Soup runs its events crammed between the shelves on a weekday evening: thirty chairs, no stage, the author more or less standing in the true-crime section. Free, and the mystery shelf here is stocked by somebody who clearly reads it. Monday at seven.