My husband Ross Gresham's novel White Shark officially comes out May 18 (this Wednesday!).
Over at Nigel Bird's blog Sea Minor, Ross interviews himself about the book. Extras, from Facebook: Ross posted the interview with the statement "When it's an interview with self, there's no one else to blame." Friends made various comments comparing Ross's hair to Billy Idol's (since the interview is titled "Dancing with Myself"), accusing Ross of throwing himself softballs, and praising his manhood (perhaps I should say "his own" manhood since it was Ross praising his own manhood). We also got a link to the Temporary Knucksline review of the book. No one stated the obvious, so I will do that here: Ross Gresham is a hunk.
A few days later, a consortium of women mystery writers interviewed Ross at their blog, Mysteristas, asking questions such as "What’s your idea of a perfect day?" (Ross's answer may surprise you) and "If you could host a mystery-author dinner party, who are the six writers (living or otherwise) you’d include?" This last question has had me putting together an imaginary get-together of David Bowie, Prince, Frank O'Hara, Robert Rauschenberg, Judy Garland, and Edna St. Vincent Millay. Not that any of them are mystery writers -- but wouldn't that be a cool table at which to sit?
Addendum, May 31: East Coast Don reviews White Shark at Men Reading Books, saying "Clever, funny, and dark; a good prescription for a beach read. So take White Shark to the beach this summer. More fun than digging moats or hunting for sand crabs . . . just keep an eye out for Nausset's shark."
Addendum, July 11: Patrica Abbott reviews the book at pattinase, calling it "a well-written, fast-moving story with a protagonist you will like."