Tony Black on Tartan Noir in The Scotsman.
Gordon Ferris' readers struggle with the accent. 'At's braw, ye ken? And, talking of accents, how about this (via the lovely Michael Malone). It reminds me of the first time I went to visit my friend Bobbie in Illinois and my luggage didn't arrive (as opposed to the second time I went to visit Bobbie in Illinois and my luggage didn't arrive). The nice lady at the Whoops, We've Misplaced Your Luggage place gave me a number to ring. It was an automated number. The nice robot asked me my surname.
"Moore", I said.
"I'm sorry, did you say HUANG?" said the automated voice.
"No, I said Moore" I said patiently.
"I'm sorry, did you say IRRGZ?" said the automated voice
"No, I said MOORE" I said.
Silence and a few clicks on the phone.The nice robot decided to try a different tack. "Please give your reference number."
"5 4 8 Z P O X" I said.
"I'm sorry, did you say 3 7 9 Q W A D?"
"No, I said 5 4 8 Z P O X."
"I'm sorry, did you say 6 1 2 N Y K L?"
I decided to try an American accent, to see if this would work. I was quite impressed with myself.
"I'm sorry, did you say your name was Scarlett O'Hara and that you were from Brooklyn?" said the voice, not sorry at all.
A review of Alex Gray's SLEEP LIKE THE DEAD. And the Nerd of Noir reviews CALIFORNIA by Ray Banks.
Philip Kerr will be appearing at the Boston Public Library on April 21st. And Gillian Galbraith will be doing a short library tour of Edinburgh (that's a short tour, not a short library). And, talking of tours, how about the Bookworm's Tour of Scotland? Hmmmmm, not much crime fiction there, methinks.
Margot Kinberg puts the spotlight rather splendidly on Ian Rankin's EXIT MUSIC.