LINSANITY

JAN BROGAN: How weird is the world, when my husband, an investment banker, and I, a writer, can use the same metaphor? Not as weird as you might think.

Especially if you've been following the story of Jeremy Lin. Here's what my husband said in his investment newsletter.

"Even if you are not a sports fan, Jeremy's story is inspiring. An excellent high school basketball player in Palo Alto, he was written off ( too small, too slow etc...) as having no real future in basketball. Stanford, the revered talent incubator had no interest, even though Jeremy's high school was across the street. He ended up at Harvard with no scholarship where he played ball for the love of the game. Upon graduating (econ major) he wasn't drafted by any NBA team. He eventually signed with the Golden State Warriors where he warmed the bench and was quickly cut. He moved to the Houston Rockets and was cut before the season started. He then signed with the NY Knicks who sent him down to the D (minor) league. Not having his own apartment, he was sleeping on a friends couch. Then came his chance, a rash of injuries to Knick starters and Jeremy takes to the floor in Madison Square Garden. Six games later he is an international star, scoring more than any other player in the modern era of professional basketball in his first six games - any other player. Jeremy Lin is currently looking for an apartment in New York! So as you step up to the line and give your 50th power point presentation of the month to a group of yawning investors remember Jeremy Lin. Practice does make perfect."

And this is what I say: Jeremy Lin is the perfect model for novelists, who suffer all sorts of rejection and setbacks, but must plug on. He's the try, try, and try again story. Also a pretty good model for the characters we write, who need all sorts of obstacles if they are going to have any kind of story at all.

Writers: Have you been paying attention to Linsanity as the success-against-all-obstacles has been called? Are you inspired by it?

And come back tomorrow when I talk about how I overcame a twenty year plane phobia and will be talking a little about how I did it, and giving away a free DVD that helps explains it.

On Whitey Bulger and the Fourth of July

JAN: So here it is Fourth of July and, at least in Boston, all we are talking about at our outdoor barbecues, is Whitey Bulger. The nations MOST WANTED CRIMINAL - once Osama Bin Laden was caught and killed. Frankly, I'm not as creative when it comes to imagining international conspiracy, so I only gave so much thought to how Osama was living in that suburb undetected for all those years. But I am obsessed with Whitey and have endless interest in every surprisingly new development.

For you non-New Englanders out there who don't know Whitey, he was the inspiration for the Jack Nicholson character in The Departed. He ruled the roost in Boston crime for decades and outsmarted the FBI pretending to be an informant. He was captured recently, with his girlfriend, by the FBI in Santa Monica, where he'd been living the good life in a rent-controlled apartment near the sea for FIFTEEN years.

But here's what I find most surprising. 1. How good looking he was in his youthful mug shot. I mean, I've never seen anyone look that good in a mug shot before. I guess the good looks help explain his early male prostitute stint, but even Johnny Depp in his fake mobster role as Donnie Brasco wasn't

quite the pretty boy Whitey was.

2. That, despite his good looks. Catherine Grieg would to go on the lam infinitely with him. I mean, he had just dumped or maybe been dumped by his previous girlfriend, Teresa Stanley, and despite his ready access to cash, it meant a life of laying low and looking over your shoulder. Not to mention sleeping with a murderer, who had killed other bad guy's ex-girlfriends for knowing much.

3. That he had the chutzpah to come back to Boston to deal with "unfinished business." I mean, clearly his assessment of law enforcement and FBI was correct - they were lame. But BACK TO BOSTON? And to think all the trouble we go to -- to make our bad guys actions believable.

So my question to my fellow crime writers is this. What do you find most fascinating or surprising about the Whitey Bulger saga, and what part would you be afraid to use in your novels because its just so damn unbelievable?

HANK: Well, this just in. We had quite a week here--since my husband Jonathan and his law partner and another attorney had absolutely been tapped to represent Bulger in the extortion case. So we had a couple of days of very serious discussion about how that would change our lives, and whether it was exciting, or ..or what. Can you IMAGINE the cool stuff he'd learn? And of course, he agreed to do it--for a defense attorney, it's the case of the century, even though you'd do NOTHING else for years.

But in the end, the government asked that case be dismissed, leaving the other case in another court with a different judge--who appointed a different lawyer. The bad news..and the good news.

HALLIE: Here's what amazed me: He's "hiding out" in Santa Monica?? Taking daily walks on the 3rd St. Promenade?? That is like a few blocks from the Shangri-La, a funky old hotel where we like to stay.

It sure will be interesting to see who he takes down with him this time. I'm glad no one I know is representing him. He's one scary SOB, I don't care if he is 80.

JAN: Wow Hank, that's pretty darn close to the criminal celebrity of the decade (excluding Osama, of course) But I think Hallie is right, maybe he's the one client you want to get away.

JULIA: Hank, poor Jonathan must be disappointed! I can imagine you're a bit relieved, though. As a New Englander, I'm watching with wide eyes and bated breath. After all the speculation on where he was hiding, it turns out he wasn't any different than your granddad, was he? A condo in a sunny vacation community, trips to Mexico, long-time ladyfriend...okay, your granddad probably didn't have close to a million in cash and a bunch of fake IDs.

As a crime fiction writer, I'm taking away three lessons: 1. It's a lot harder to stay hidden for a long period of time. That's why Bulger's arrest is such a news event. Most fugitives don't make it a year, let alone sixteen. 2. He had help from law enforcement, not just during his reign as mob boss, but in "retirement." We like to write about honest and hard-working cops, agents and investigators, but it's important to remember there are folks out there who can be bought. 3. Bulger moved in an entirely male world, but in the end, the only person he could trust was a woman. And she's remained close-mouthed and faithful to the end. Hmm.

ROBERTA: Totally out of it here, I thought you were talking baseball Jan:). Most amazing thing to me is the woman. Would like to do a psychological interview of her and see what her thought processes were like...what an awful, scary way to live...

JAN: I agree Roberta, but can't help wondering, what's the back story with Teresa Stanley, did he ask her to go with him first and did she say no? Did he dump her to take Catherine? Were these babes duking it out over who got to go into hiding with him?

Julia, you sound like my husband, who is certain that Whitey was making payments to Law Enforcement and then missed a payment....

How about the rest of you? Any conspiracy theories? Any plot ideas? How does the Whitey Bulger saga hold up to your own rules for crime writing? And importantly, is early Whitey Bulger as good looking as early Johnny Depp?

Happy Fourth of July everyone. We have a great week. Tomorrow Julia interviews Linda Castillo, bestselling author of Breaking Silence, Wednesday, Talk show host Robin Kall, of Reading With Robin fame, talks to us about why people read, and Thursday, professional private investigators Colleen Collins and Shaun Kaufman guest blog about their investigative techniques.

Do Women Write Better Than Men?

DEBS:

Okay, ladies and readers, it's a can of worms, but I had to open it.

I know that Mr. VS Naipul and his assertion that men write better than women is last week's news, and that he did not win any friends or readers from fifty percent of the population (and a much greater percentage of book buyers, since women buy a lot more books.)

I also realize that Mr. Naipul (as he strokes his Nobel prize) obviously does not care.

But as I've mulled over it this last week (when I should have been thinking about my plot line) I've come to the conclusion that I do care.

And what really bugs me is not whether men write better than women, or women write better than men, but rather that anyone should make a distinction.

It never occurred to me when I was growing up that I should like books by female authors better than books by male authors, or vice versa. I just liked BOOKS. I read Nancy Drew, but I also read the Hardy Boys. I discovered Golden Age crime fiction through Christie, Allingham, Marsh, and of course, Dorothy Sayers. But at about the same time, I was reading Galsworthy and Delderfield and Winston Graham. And Ian Fleming, although under the covers with a flashlight, as my parents did not consider James Bond "appropriate reading." Funny to imagine now that those books were hot stuff!

And then I discovered CS Lewis and Tolkien and Charles Williams--the Inklings, as they were known, a group of MALE authors who lived and taught in Oxford, and who met regularly at a pub called The Eagle and Child (The Bird and Baby, as it was known) to talk about writing and books and life. If I was envious of anything, it was not that they were men, but that they enjoyed an intellectual camaraderie that seemed beyond my wildest dreams.

So imagine my shock when I realized a good many years later that there were men who bragged about the fact that they had never read a book written by a woman. I was gobsmacked, as the Brits say.

And it occurs to me now that I've never heard a female reader say, much less brag, that they have never read a book written by a man.

Nor do I think that women write better than men. They may write differently--scientists will tell you that women are biologically programmed from birth to pick up emotional cues, which might translate into a deeper insight into character--but that's a gross generalization and I can think of many male writers who create beautifully nuanced and complex characters, male and female. That's what good writers do.

As for the camaraderie I so envied, I think women writers have achieved it--we at Jungle Red are an example, if I may say it.

But my feminist hackles are up, and not just my feminist hackles, my Humanist hackles. How is it that one half of the human race can consider that the other has nothing worthwhile to say?

Isn't it past time that we moved beyond such silliness?

And in the meantime, I'll keep reading.