Today, I signed a copy of IN THE SEVENTH DAY and gave it to a reader. In return, my reader gave me a check for $14.50.
So, in like two seconds of my last post, I know the answer. Of course crime novels written by women sell less than ones written by men. Why? Because plenty of research shows women are dismissed by men and by women. Women are less serious, less talented, more inclined to sentimentality, more likely to be bitchy and irritable and manipulative.
A woman’s chances of being read by anyone — whether male or female — are smaller than the chances of a man being read.
So, GANI & SEAN is now written by me, and my name is Jack Winter.
One would have to search far and wide to discover in modern literature a darker, more perverse, self-serving, devious, holier-than-thou anti-hero than Rev. Kevin Hillar. Coupling astounding sexual charm with charismatic preaching he rapaciously and murderously gratifies his libido under the radar as, via pithy and precisely ten minute long sermons he recruits a devoted congregation soon eager to build a permanent “umbrella centric” church to replace the tobacco barn which was his first sanctuary.
Ms. Easton’s book is a chilling murder mystery procedural as well as a tough minded rumination on a particularly destructive form of Pentecostal Christianity in rural America. It also is a daunting cautionary tale about a deeply rooted societal wish to keep women as fully subjugated as suggested by the old Chauvinistic saw, “a woman should be kept barefoot, naked and in the kitchen.” The tale is gripping throughout and may require a strong stomach on the part of some readers. As literature it is a construct almost totally Brechtian in design. In terse, cooly objective prose it sharply defines the malaise, describes its malignant spread, but consciously withholds the expected–indeed, longed for–final scene where poetic justice is meted out.”
If every follower would buy my novel, I’d be well-read.
“Crime so bad it’s too good to miss.”
— ENCORE on Demand tagline
A friend of mine just called me to tell me she read IN THE SEVENTH DAY in one sitting! She started it one evening and “couldn’t put it down.”
“It’s shocking,” she said.
“Did you like it?” I want to know.
“Oh yes! You’ve quite a story here. So much in it.”
Of course, you know I asked her to “write a review!”