Today's post is a guest piece by 280 Steps author Preston Lang.
Mister Lang, you have the floor...
It was hard for me to watch. Was it up to me to say, Ma’am, Stieg Larsson is dead; this man is an imposter? Was I supposed to report him to some kind of hard boiled writers’ ethics committee? Should I have hacked into his bank account to divest him of his kronor? Was it my responsibility to sodomize him for victimizing women?
I stayed out of it. I’m not that kind of subway vigilante.
No jeweler would ever give the combination to his safe to anyone over the phone.
It’s impossible for a mother to be indifferent towards her daughter.
A monkey cannot commit suicide.
You can’t shoot up heroin and then go on a successful job interview.
In a modern hospital, twins could never be accidentally separated.
It’s not possible to be moral without belief in God.
A guilty man never looks his accuser in the eyes.
No Harvard graduate would ever confuse illusion and allusion.
You can’t pick up women on the subway by pretending to be Stieg Larsson (or Dick Cavett.)
You cannot unwittingly marry your mom.
Some of these may be unlikely, but I have strong evidence that suggests they’ve all occurred. We do improbable things, stupid things, irrational things, amazing and transcendent things.
My first published novel, The Carrier, is not particularly improbable. A drug courier gets held up by a sultry-voiced thief. That happens.
And for those interested in monkey suicide, I’ll end with one of the most amazing paragraphs I’ve ever read. From June Cordell, former member of the People’s Temple:
Thanks for having me at hardboiled wonderland.
The Carrier, out now from 280 Steps, is his first published crime novel.