Minor Adjustment

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My novel Minor Adjustment is now out in paperback. Here’s a bunch of helpful links to various esteemed booksellers where you can read reviews and purchase many copies for yourself and loved ones.




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What’s the book about, you ask? Perhaps you’ve perused this site and you’re thinking it’s about baseball. Maybe traveling? Politics? Any of the stuff I write about here? Nope. It’s a story about a suspended homicide detective and her chiropractor fending off a bunch of mid-level mobsters running amok in Los Angeles.

Here’s a brief synopsis:

It wasn’t Susan’s fault. Not really. Yes, she accidentally shot a robbery suspect while he was in handcuffs, and yes, she subsequently managed to make the 11 o’clock news splattered in blood wearing only her bra, but that was just a series of unfortunate misunderstandings. Now she was suspended, quite unfairly in her opinion, her future as a LAPD homicide detective up in the air, her parents were driving her crazy about, well, everything really, and to make matters even worse, she’d thrown her back out during a night of heavy drinking and unnecessary violence. Also not her fault, Susan would be the first to point out.

Truth be told, Bob wasn’t faring much better with his life. Sure he was a successful chiropractor, but he was absolutely miserable. He just couldn’t shake the feeling he was stealing money from people who didn’t understand what a giant scam his entire industry was perpetrating on the world. A mid-life crisis in his 30’s seemed absurd on the surface, but Bob was certain there was something more to life than overbilling insurance companies for unnecessary x-ray exams.

When his father, a retired jewel thief, is shot and murdered by a rampaging mid-level mobster with delusions of grandeur, Bob is shaken from his malaise and inspired to not only find the culprit but change his life in the process. He does not, sadly, have the first clue of how to do this, but fortunately for him, one of his patients is a suspended homicide detective who despite her best efforts can’t seem to figure out a way to say no to Bob’s repeated pleas to take on an unauthorized investigation into a murder everyone else is convinced was just a simple mugging gone bad.

Amidst the ensuing romantic complications, Bob and Susan must navigate their way through the labyrinth of the Los Angeles underworld and a motley assortment of incompetents and reprobates with an assortment of personal problems of their own that would make a therapist of twenty years shake his head in disbelief, all in an effort to find the killer and bring him to justice.

Fare Thee Well

Elmore Leonard

Elmore Leonard

Walking around with a weathered, slightly damaged used paperback stuck in my back pocket has been par for the course in my adult life, especially when traveling, and more often than not in the last twenty years, that book was written by Elmore Leonard.

His novels, taken as a whole, and there are a lot of them, are wonderful. The dialogue is always sharp and clever, the characters fully formed and entertaining, though quite often demented and homicidal. Leonard filled his world with a motley assortment of heroes, reprobates and lunatics, all of whom were given room to breathe despite the tight pacing and succinct, often terse style employed. He wrote a great crime novel.

Here’s an interesting interview from a couple years ago – NPR Interview

I just finished Killshot on my current trip, bought in a tiny used bookstore in Pittsburgh, another fun read with a fantastic protagonist. Thanks to Leonard’s prolific output, there are still a few of his novels I haven’t read, but the world is diminished a little with the thought there will be no more new books. He died today at the age of 87. I don’t know anything about him personally, perhaps he ate live kittens in front of children to teach them valuable lessons about the harsh realities of looking up to crime novelists, but I do know he was one of the heavyweights in my literary life, and I’m sad that he’s gone.
A copy of The Big Bounce, a nice little first edition that fits perfectly in my back pocket, given to me by my mom just a few days ago.