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Friday finds

You think Stieg Larsson is hot stuff? You think Nordic Noir started with The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo? Meet Maj Sjowall, who with her partner Per Wahloo stood the field of crime fiction on its collective ear with their 10-novel cycle about Martin Beck and his colleagues (one named Larsson, curious coincidence) in the Stockholm National Homicide Department. The novels were police procedurals that stood comparison with Ed McBain. The series is probably best known in this country for the fourth novel, The Laughing Policeman, which was made into a pretty decent Walter Matthau flick, albeit with the setting changed from Stockholm to San Francisco.

Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Ray Bradbury. Well . . . not quite ten. I didn’t know Bradbury befriended Ernest Hemingway’s son. (I wonder what he thought of “The Wonderful Death of Dudley Stone?”) I also didn’t know he had turned down a shot at writing the script for The Birds. Considering Evan Hunter’s experience on that flick, Bradbury should probably thank his lucky stars he didn’t take the job.

Greetings from the Humungus! The LORD Humungus! The warrior of the wasteland! The ayatollah of rock and rollah!

Lance M. endorses this message, and so do I.

Edward Said meets Jean-Paul Sartre.

Graham Greene is fascinating all by himself, but it turns out his relatives were every bit as interesting.

Self-publish or perish: the new digital imperative.

I just realized that instead of having a gun rack in my car, I had three different swords in the back over the weekend. While I could claim I’m prepared for the zombie apocalypse, it probably signifies some weird sort of medievalist redneck.”

The writer who is always wrong.

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