Dear friends and readers,
PJ and I are getting excited for the U.S. August 2nd launch of THE SIXTH IDEA. We’ve received some terrific early reviews so far, including a “Hot Pick” from RT Book Reviews, a summer reading book pick from Minneapolis Star Tribune, thumbs-up from Publisher’s Weekly, and there is much more to come. We also wanted to alert you that there is a book giveaway on the blogsite To Read or Not to Read: 2 Read or Not 2 Read–giveaway
Only four days left to enter!
We will be appearing at Once Upon a Crime in Minneapolis for the book launch on August 2nd at 7 pm, and we will keep you posted on further media events on the website and on Facebook as they come in. And if you can’t make it to Once Upon a Crime or to your local bookseller, THE SIXTH IDEA is available for pre-order in all formats through multiple sources.
To our U.K. and ANZ readers, we will know more about any book giveaways and press in your part of the world next week, which we will post on the website and on our Facebook page.
For the cat lovers out there, my saga continues. There has been much less killing here lately. My four furry, homicidal angels have even been so beneficent as to allow a baby possum to occasionally seek shelter beneath the front porch. Go figure. I’ve seen momma matriarch kitty chase an adult raccoon out of the yard, but she ignores the possum. I guess the motherhood instinct is fierce enough to transcend spaying.
All the best to you,
Thank you for subscribing to pjtracy.com! We welcome the opportunity to share a little bit more about who we are and what we do when we’re not writing. This is the first newsletter we’ve put out in a long time, so it will be part update, part anecdote.
There have been a lot of inquiries as to why we dropped off the radar after the publication of OFF THE GRID. We would like to tell you some glamorous tale about retreating to Borneo for an Orangutan rescue project or embedding in a foreign hot zone for a psy-op mission, but the unglamorous truth is, we’ve had some rather tenuous family health issues that required our undivided attention. Things have improved greatly since, and we’re very excited for the release of THE SIXTH IDEA on August 2nd in the U.S. and for the release of the same novel under the title COLD KILL in the U.K. on August 11th. But if you’ve subscribed, you already know there is a new book looming on the not-so-distant horizon.
But what some of you may not know is that we have another Monkeewrench novel coming out in 2017 and are currently working on yet another Monkeewrench novel. It feels great to be back in the game.
Now, onto the more personal side of things from Traci’s POV (PJ’s soon to come…)
To reference an exuberant Rodgers and Hammerstein show tune, June is busting out all over! But it’s not June yet (although it looks like it) so hooray for an early spring! It seems like the world changed overnight, things miraculously springing to life out of winter dormancy – is that why they call it spring? Trees are unfurling vibrant green leaves, early-blooming shrubs and plants are decked out in floral finery, and the broad spectrum of the animal kingdom is pairing up so they can go forth, be fruitful, and multiply. Unfortunately, this spring ritual also pertains to mosquitoes and ticks.
Speaking of fruit (and vegetables and herbs and funghi), rhubarb is fat and juicy and ripe for picking, the chives are young and sweet, and once-a-year foraged treasures like ramps (wild leeks), wild asparagus, morel mushrooms, and fiddlehead ferns are in the woods, on restaurant menus, and at the local farmers’ markets.
Spring is a paean to life and a jubilant respite from writing about death. Or so you would think. But life and death perennially co-exist, and there is no greater evidence of this than my yard, which has recently become an abattoir. At any given time of day, I find it littered with the decapitated bodies of mice, moles, voles, and sometimes rabbits and squirrels. Morning walks have become undertaker’s duty and I never leave the house without a trash bag and a pair of latex gloves. Forensic analysis is not necessary — this is clearly not the gruesome handiwork of a twisted, ritualistic serial killer, but of Felis catus – specifically, my four beloved, furry companions.
You see, just as the change in seasons compels humans to create immense, overly-ambitious spring to-do lists (that are rarely if ever fulfilled before the snow flies again, at least in my case), so it goes with cats. But cats are far more adroit in completing their spring to-do lists, because they only have one item to address: KILL ANYTHING THAT MOVES, AS LONG AS IT’S SMALLER THAN A JUMBO JET.
Yes, my cats are highly-skilled assassins — most cats are, regardless of how well-fed. That is their primary job, their genetic secret to survival, and it is inexorably woven into the helix of their DNA, bless their little helices and hearts. They are perfectly crafted agents of death, and consequently, one of the most successful predatory species to ever inhabit the Earth. They have also rendered my home one hundred percent rodent free, which qualifies them for canonization.
So why the decapitated bodies, why the profligate bloodshed, you ask? Because cats are fiercely committed predators, hard-wired to take down prey whenever it’s available, whether they’re hungry or not. But they don’t overeat, unlike their canine contemporaries, and have no way to confit, salt-cure, or vacuum seal and freeze their surplus. And because we live in the country, surrounded by woods – prime real estate for obligate carnivores like felines (the human equivalent being an oceanfront mansion in Malibu) – there is a grand surfeit in the spring, a rodent bounty of epic proportions.
If they snag a mouse or two, they kill and eat them and rarely leave anything but the occasional kidney or two. (They don’t like kidneys – neither do I.) But after the fifth or sixth mouse, the cats find themselves in the same awkward position people find themselves when going to the cinema. You walk into the lobby and some diabolical inner voice tells you to go ahead and buy that jumbo bucket of popcorn that costs more than your monthly electricity bill. A quarter of the way through the jumbo bucket, your stomach is bulging uncomfortably, you start to feel nauseated, but you just can’t help popping a few more kernels in your mouth as the movie winds down. I have come to think of those missing rodent heads as kitty popcorn – just a couple more morsels couldn’t hurt, right?
My cats are a great reminder that nature is always beautiful, but it isn’t always pretty. There are the sunsets and rainbows and flowers, but behind the scenes, there is always a battle for survival. Country living teaches you that in a hurry.
But onto the less macabre rites of spring – I hope everyone is enjoying theirs as much as I am, even if darkness and light command equal billing on the marquee. And for our friends who live down-under, I hope you’re enjoying your opposite change of seasons — there is wonder in all of them.
Much gratitude for being such dear and loyal readers, and we wish you all the very best in the year to come. You’ll be hearing from us again soon.