JENN McKINLAY: Many conferences ago, I was lucky enough to make the acquaintance of a delightful woman named Naomi Hirahara, whose fourth Mas Arai mystery had just come out. Being a series reader, I had to go back to the first title, Summer of the Big Bachi, and once I read it, I was hooked. Recently, I saw pics pop up on Twitter of Naomi being inducted into Vroman's walk of fame, and I knew I had to ask her to come and share her insider's perspective of this amazing honor. Congratulations, Naomi! And thanks for joining us today!
NAOMI HIRAHARA: So honored to guest blog for the Reds! I’m a big fan of every single one of these writers and I’m wearing a red plaid throw as I compose this post.
The most remarkable thing happened to me this year—I got a chance to play Marilyn Monroe. If you’ve seen me in person, you are definitely calling my bluff right now. I’m 4’10” and my measurements will remain a secret. But my local hangout, Vroman’s, the oldest and largest independent bookstore in Southern California, made it all happen.
Vroman’s, established in 1894, owns the Pasadena property extending from its bookstore on Colorado Boulevard to an art movie house. As a result, the store management has decided to create a Walk of Fame, sporting handprints and signatures of authors cast in concrete a la Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood.
I actually witnessed the ceremony in the past and thought it was the coolest thing ever. In this age of digital book reviews, e-books and online sales, sometimes I feel like I’m living in a virtual world. To see something literally in concrete celebrating writers seem anachronistic, in the best possible way.
So when Vroman’s came calling this year to invite me to participate, I was completely floored. In fact a couple of days before the ceremony, I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach. I’m not a household word. I’m not worthy. But then my wise husband told me, “None of us really deserve any of it.” In other words, whatever we manage to receive is a gift.
Jenn: You absolutely deserve it, but I adore your husband's wise words!
The event was a blast and after I cleaned off my hands, I did a Q & A with the wonderful Nancie Clare, a kindred spirit who is a writer of both history and mystery.
The wet cement was covered by a wood platform to protect it and for several days orange cones and yellow tape were placed around it to ensure that no dogs left their footprints. (Although it would have been cute if my Jack Russell was able to leave his.)
Since my husband and I often frequent that block in our neighborhood, he always tries to get us to stop at my square. Somehow it’s too embarrassing and I decline and usually keep walking.
The other day when my husband was away, I went to the movies on my own at the art movie house. After the film ended, I did stop at that square of concrete. Looking down at my signature and hand print, I had to smile and laugh. It was a gift. For a day, I was Marilyn Monroe.
Happy holidays, everyone!
Okay, Reds and Readers, if you could see the handprints of any author, dead or alive, on a Walk of Fame, whose would you want to see? And would you compare your hands to theirs? (Yes, I totally would).
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Naomi Hirahara is the Edgar Award-winning author of two mystery series set in Southern California and numerous short stories. Her Mas Arai series ended this year with the publication of the seventh, Hiroshima Boy. The first in her Officer Ellie Rush series won the T. Jefferson Parker mystery award. A consultant for TV cable series and historic books/exhibitions, she is currently working on a mystery with a new character, Leilani Santiago, set on the island of Kaua‘i. Iced in Paradise will be released in September 2019. She is also writing a historical standalone mystery based in 1940s Chicago. For more information, visit www.naomihirahara.com or her blog http://naomihirahara.com/blog/.
























