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Drinks With Ace Atkins

Ace Atkins, the Oxford, Mississippi-based novelist, specializes in gritty, hardboiled characters who know their way around a liquor cabinet. The opening scene in Atkins’ first book, 1998’s Crossroad Blues, takes place in a fictional French Quarter watering hole called JoJo’s Blues Bar. Some 20-odd titles later, the thread continues with page-turning plot elements that center around bootlegging, rum running, and, on occasion, the love of a cold Busch beer. I caught up with Atkins at the end of a workday, just before he enjoyed a well-earned glass of Bulleit bourbon.

Your newest novel, The Fallen, was released this week. It’s one of your “Quinn Colson” books — about an Army Ranger-turned-North Mississippi sheriff. What does a character like Colson like to drink?

Quinn Colson drinks bourbon and beer. I wouldn’t call him a real connoisseur — he’s the kind of guy who might have a cold beer, like Coors or Budweiser, with dinner.

Is the fictional Tibbehah County, where most of your contemporary novels take place, a dry county?

For a long time, it had been a county where you couldn’t drink at all, but now you can get a liquor license there. There’s a bar called the Southern Star in my Quinn Colson books that’s modeled on a great place called the White Star, which is in Water Valley, Mississippi.

Since 2012, you’ve been writing the Spenser series of detective novels, begun by the late, great mystery writer Robert B. Parker. What does the Boston private eye drink?

Spenser used to be a bourbon guy, but in the later books, Parker had him moving to Scotch. I do not like Scotch. I’m a Southerner, and I like bourbon. When I was hired to continue the series, I moved Spenser back to bourbon.

Your online biography states that you’re “friend to several bartenders.”

I’ve been in Oxford so long that many of them have retired! Justin Burnett and John Spreafico at City Grocery, Will Griffith at Proud Larry’s. Several years ago, there was a writer in town who was a real a-hole to many of the local bartenders. As Randy Yates at Ajax said, “What kind of writer is rude to a bartender?”

And in Memphis?
I love going down to Earnestine & Hazel’s. I used to go to the Lamplighter, which was a lot of fun. Miss Shirley [Williams] was there for years, and she always remembered me. That’s the kind of bar I like: a place that looks lived in, with characters and stories and a really good jukebox. A place where you can feel welcome, with a bartender who can hold a real conversation.

What’s your current drink of choice?

While I’m writing, I’m usually drinking coffee. But I do really like bourbon, and that’s my go-to, my reward, post-writing. I’ll drink a Woodford on the rocks, or an old fashioned with Luxardo cherries and Bulleit rye. As far as beer goes, I lean toward Yalobusha Brewing Company out of Water Valley and Ghost River or Wiseacre if I’m in Memphis.

How much of a role does liquor play in Wicked City, your novel about the circa-1950s organized crime element in Phenix City, Alabama?

In that era, in the Bible Belt where extreme drinking was frowned upon, you’d go to Phenix City to get boozed up. Drinking was a big part of the culture there. Around that same time, my grandfather was a bootlegger in Lamar County, Alabama. He was on the distribution side, not the production side. My dad played football and went to college, but my uncles all drove for him, like something out of the Robert Mitchum movie Thunder Road.

How about White Shadow, your fictionalized account of Tampa mob boss Charlie Wall’s murder in 1955?

Wall was responsible for bringing a lot of rum through Cuba, and I do like rum. My favorite is Zaya, a dark rum that is very addictive.

Got a cocktail recipe to go with that?

If I’m gonna drink a liquor, I drink it neat. I’m not going to screw it up. That’s a cardinal sin.

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Summer Reading 2016

The Fireman by Joe Hill

William Morrow, $28.99, 768 pp.

Stephen King is royalty in more than name — he is the bona fide king of horror novels, and his son, Joe Hill, is poised to inherit the throne. Hill has been steadily cranking out compelling fiction since he arrived on the scene with his chilling short story collection, 20th Century Ghosts (PS Publishing), in 2005, and his newest novel, The Fireman, may stand as his best yet.

The Fireman takes place in the weeks and months after a new pandemic begins to ravage the planet. The world, including the novel’s protagonist, Harper Grayson, watches in terror as a parasitic fungus spreads across the globe. Once a person is infected with the spore, they run the risk of spontaneous combustion. What’s worse, no one knows how the spore spreads or what triggers a person’s going up in flames once they have been infected.

The novel’s focus is on how we cope with fear, and, though Harper lives with constant awareness that her life can literally go up in smoke at any moment, her determination to appreciate each day remaining to her makes her an inspiring character and the perfect protagonist for Hill’s pandemic novel. She stands as one of the strong female protagonists who are becoming a (welcome) trend in science fiction and horror novels (See also Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer and Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel).

The end result is a novel that will leave you wondering how you blazed (pun intended) through more than 700 pages in just a few sittings. In fact, the book’s weight may be the only real deterrent to reading it, but look at the bright side — you won’t want to part with Harper, Allie, or the Fireman once you’ve met them, and for 768 pages you won’t have to. — Jesse Davis

You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott

Little, Brown and Company, $26, 342 pp.

I read several of Megan Abbott’s novels before I realized that they are YA. It’s Abbott’s preferred subject matter that makes them so: teen girls. In books such as The Fever and Dare Me, Abbott has created a virtual Bad Girls Club — cheerleaders driven psycho by competition, sisters who put themselves in harm’s way for some control, schoolmates taken by hysteria in a bid to belong, and so on. Abbott seems to tap into that thing that makes ordinary teen girls so dangerous in that toxic mix of hormones and lack of sense of self, and then she dials it up a tick or two to homicidal.

Her latest Little Miss Danger in You Will Know Me is Devon Knox, an elite gymnast. The lives of Mom, Dad, and little brother all revolve around her schedule. Spare funds are sucked into leotards and treadmills. It’s as if the four of them make up a machine that has the sole purpose of getting to the Olympics. Then someone dies.

What follows is not so much a whodunnit because the “aha” moment can be intuited all along. Instead, it’s a slow peeling away of lies and stubborn beliefs — all that stuff that tends to bury the truth.

Perhaps the dominant strand through the story, beyond the teen drama, is the complicity of grown folks. Devon’s mother recognizes something in her daughter that the parent in her can’t express; Devon’s father, the girl’s biggest cheerleader, may be the most harmful influence of all. — Susan Ellis

The Sun & the Moon & the Rolling Stones by Rich Cohen

Spiegel & Grau, $30, 400 pp.

When I first received a copy of The Sun & the Moon & the Rolling Stones, I put it to the side, where I was prepared to let it sit unread. Cohen is a fine writer and reporter for Rolling Stone and traveled with the Stones beginning in the 1990s with the band’s Voodoo Lounge tour. I saw them at the Liberty Bowl on that tour. They were good, but who the hell wants to read an entire book on ’90s-era Stones?

I browsed through the book, though, to find it’s actually a history of the band, so I was a bit more intrigued. But still, come on, it’s been told before. And it’s all here — Mick and Keith’s meeting on the train platform after all those years, the blues, Stones vs. Beatles, the slumbering first hint of “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,” and the drugs, drugs, drugs. It seems that every new generation of writers has to discover the group, and, since Cohen and I are roughly the same age, this is mine.

And therein lies the magic — seeing that long and rich history through a new set of eyes, a new set of interviews that, albeit coming from the usual cast of characters, are now tinged with age and perspective and (dare I say?) wisdom. And there are some nuggets in here, even for someone who’s read the articles and biographies and memoirs. For instance, I’d never heard that the Hells Angels attempted to assassinate Mick Jagger in retaliation for the botched Altamont concert. The 1979 plan to come ashore as the singer vacationed at Andy Warhol’s estate in Montauk was aborted only after their boat overturned in “a freakish swell,” leaving the Angels to swim for their lives.

Cohen’s prose is good, if not a bit over the top at times, just as rock-and-roll should be (he was an initial collaborator with Jagger and Martin Scorsese on the recently canceled HBO series Vinyl). “The Stones are a story that I’ve studied all my life,” he writes. “I’ve studied it as the ancients studied war. It’s my Hemingway, Dickens, Homer. I’ve studied it in books, on vinyl, and up close. Yet it keeps surprising me.” — Richard J. Alley

Before the Fall
By Noah Hawley
Grand Central Publishing, $26, 400 pp.

A private jet takes off from Martha’s Vineyard heading to New York’s Teterboro Airport with 11 souls aboard. Eighteen minutes later it ditches into the ocean and only two survive — a down-on-his-luck artist and the 4-year-old son of media mogul David Bateman. This scenario sets up Noah Hawley’s novel Before the Fall, a smooth flight of fiction, from takeoff to its satisfying conclusion.

The book is broken into chapters delving into each character’s backstory — characters that are no longer players within the present-day story. But it’s these backstories that help to unfurl the mystery of why the plane went down. The passengers include a hedge-fund manager who has been laundering money for enemy nations such as North Korea and Iran, and is due for indictment; Bateman’s 10-year-old daughter, a victim of kidnapping earlier in her life; the security man hired to guard the family around the clock; the captain and co-pilot; and a flight attendant.

As the painter, Scott Burroughs, struggles to right his life and make sense of his place as a crash survivor and hero, he encounters the difficulty of staying out of the public eye. A blowhard television pundit the likes of Rush Limbaugh or Glenn Beck, who works for Bateman’s ALC Network (think: FOX), works to turn the tragedy and the improbability of a poor painter being only one of two survivors into a Kardashian-like “news item.”

In addition to novels, Hawley has penned scripts for television and film, and is currently executive producer, writer, and showrunner on FX’s series Fargo. His experience and skill shows here as the back-and-forth storytelling is quick-paced and compelling, yet its whodunit component is just beneath the surface as it is the characters themselves who move the story along. I would put this book at the top of any summer reading list, as long as your travel plans involve a long drive and not a short flight. — Richard J. Alley

Everyone Brave is Forgiven
By Chris Cleave
Simon & Schuster, $26.99, 432 pp.

I read two books while on vacation that I will give my stamp as proven beach reads. One is the biography of a rock-and-roll band and the other is a novel enmeshed in the bombing of London during Germany’s blitzkrieg of World War II. This passage from The Sun & the Moon & the Rolling Stones bridges the two books with my hometown sensibilities: “Being fifteen when Hitler becomes a Nazi makes you [Chicago bluesman] Lewis Jones. Being the same age when Elvis releases “Heartbreak Hotel” makes you [Rolling Stones founder] Brian Jones.”

Everyone Brave is Forgiven joins 2014’s All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr and The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer four years before as three astounding novels set in the early years of WWII. These books are not stories seen through the lens of American field glasses, there is no Roosevelt stepping in to make speeches and save the day here. These are tales of heartbreak and physical pain and a sensation that the world was truly ending.

So it’s perfect for the beach!

Everyone Brave is Forgiven opens as the Germans are pushing into Paris. London is preparing, but the main characters — Mary, a young socialite; and Tom, an education administrator — are untouched by what looms ahead. This is a touching point of view for a book about war: that moment just before all hell breaks loose. That moment when there is still love in the air and humor in conversation, and when possibility is everything.

Needless to say, things don’t stay rosy for long. Mary sheds her station to, first, teach school, and then work more directly in the war effort. Tom clings to his love for Mary even as guilt pervades his heart when his best friend, Alastair, writes home about life on the front lines. Mary’s concern for a student of hers, an African-American boy who is the son of an American entertainer, shows the power of the protectors during times of crisis particularly well. Through the death and destruction — and the eradication of any possibility — Cleave finds a light that shines through. — Richard J. Alley

The Innocents (A Quinn Colson Novel)
By Ace Atkins
G.P. Putnam’s Sons, $27, 384 pp.

Perhaps the scariest aspect of the gruesome murder in Jericho, Mississippi, is the closeness of it all. New York Times bestselling author Ace Atkins’ fictional Tibbehah County lies only 100 miles away from Memphis, and creates an uneasy proximity to the well-crafted crime and corruption that lurks so near.

The latest in Atkins’ “Quinn Colson” series finds the titular protagonist, fresh from another tour of duty in Afghanistan, investigating the murder of a girl who has been set on fire walking down an empty highway. Before delving into the intrigues of backwater murder, Atkins takes time to painstakingly construct the danger and desperation of those who choose to live their lives in Jericho. Crime is heavy, while rape, murder, and racism are everyone’s closest neighbors. By the time we see the burning body of 17-year-old Milly Jones walking down the deserted highway, we know exactly what to expect from Jericho and why the city can’t handle the attention of an impending media circus.

While Atkins nails the application of a dreary and depressing setting, the buildup and wide range of character perspectives sets the ball rolling a little too late. The murder doesn’t take place until about page 130, which asks for a bit of commitment from the undecided reader. Plus, with so many scattered contributors to the narrative, it’s hard to really feel connected to many of the characters, save for the recurring Quinn Colson and current Sheriff Lillie Vergil.

The Innocents is still a good read. I’d recommend starting with the first Quinn Colson novel in order to be familiar with the recurring cast of characters and the Colson family dynamic. Several figures from his past are frequently referenced, and while they aren’t crucial to the storyline, they do add to the ongoing Colson narrative. Overall, The Innocents is a decent read. Pacing issues affect the plotline, but Atkins pulls in his readers with another dark look at some of the buried darkness in the Deep South. — Sam Cicci

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The Books of Summer

The Redeemers

By Ace Atkins

Putnam, 370 pp., $26.95

Ace Atkins, a former journalist, lives in Oxford, Mississippi, where he cranks out some very good crime fiction. The Redeemers is the fifth novel in Atkins’ “Quinn Colson” series. Colson is 30-something, a hard-bitten former ex-Army Ranger commando, who became sheriff of fictional Tibbehah County in the hill country of North Mississippi.

It’s a country populated by some colorful folks: mean-ass crooks, horny safe-crackers, a shifty topless-club owner, a murderous sniper, a sleazy state trooper, former crack-whores, strippers, drunks, divorcées, and assorted other characters. And there are some bad guys, too.

As The Redeemers begins, we learn Colson is serving his last couple of days on the job as sheriff, having been voted out of office, replaced by a local insurance agent controlled by a local bad guy. But before Colson can get out of town, things blow up big in Tibbehah. Two local yokels with dreams of a payback hire a couple boys from Alabama to come in and help them crack a safe.

Suffice to say, things don’t go as planned. A deputy gets shot, and the ‘Bama boys are on the loose with a safe — a safe that holds a million dollars and documents that can expose crooked dealings in high places in the state of Mississippi.

Atkins weaves a compelling plot and his characters … well, let’s just say if you’re from around here, you’ve met them or people just like them. And Colson is a likable protagonist in the “strong, silent type” mold, with a weakness for a local married woman and plenty of family complications of his own. But mainly, he’s a bad-ass. A real bad-ass. And the payoff in these novels comes in the big, bloody showdowns that make the last 40 pages go so quickly. The action is tense and well-crafted. Colson’s outnumbered, he’s wounded, he’s trapped in an impossible situation, he’s going have to kill or be killed.

Sure, you can’t think too hard about how any man with only one arm and a knife could take out two armed men who have the drop on him. But that’s part of the fun. He’s Quinn Colson, dammit. Just enjoy the action. And it’s good action. — Bruce VanWyngarden

Ace Atkins will be signing The Redeemers at the Booksellers at Laurelwood on Sunday, July 26th, at 4 p.m.

All the Light We Cannot See

By Anthony Doerr

Scribner, 544 pp., $27

Is there beauty to be found in war? Certainly not in the grotesque rationalizations behind why one country invades another or why brothers take up arms against brothers. Certain authors, though, have recently found great success — and great beauty — in writing against the backdrop of the ugliness of war.

Julie Orringer’s 2010 novel, The Invisible Bridge, follows the divergent paths of brothers in 1937 Hungary. And most recently, Anthony Doerr’s Pulitzer Prize-winning All the Light We Cannot See pares down the invasion of France by Germany to the basics of life — family, love, loyalty, safety — written with heart in a way that each of us (many of us untouched by war) can relate.

In All the Light We Cannot See, blind Marie-Laure LeBlanc lives with her father, a locksmith. When the Nazi occupation becomes imminent, the two flee to a seaside garrison town and the house of Marie’s great-uncle Etienne. Meanwhile, Werner Pfennig is an orphan and mechanical savant in a desolate German mining colony, spending days collecting odds and ends to improve upon a radio receiver he’s built and doting on his younger sister Jutta. Marie-Laure’s and Werner’s fates are changed when forced from the safety of their lives and childhood, and each sets out on paths that promise to converge.

What compels us to read war novels? Unless it’s a war with zombies or an alien planet, we know the outcome. It’s those smaller stories that draw readers in, the intersecting lives of victims and perpetrators such as Marie-Laure and Werner, whose possibilities know no bounds.

And it’s the language. In the capable hands of Doerr, even the ugliness and despair of war become poetic. Within the stories of those caught up in the machine, there shines through, like light through a keyhole, an element of hope. — Richard J. Alley

The Mockingbird Next Door: Life With Harper Lee

By Marja Mills

Penguin, 304 pp., $17 (paper)

After decades of eschewing the media, except the seemingly obligatory interview with Oprah (and that in the form of a letter), Pulitzer Prize­-winner Harper Lee is as closely associated with myth and mystery as she is with illuminating prose. Chicago-­based reporter­-turned-­author Marja (pronounced MAR-ee-­uh) Mills had the opportunity to penetrate some of that mystery when she lived next door to the author, known as Nelle to her friends and relatives, and her sister, Alice Finch Lee, for 18 months from 2004 to 2006. What resulted was Mills’ first book, The Mockingbird Next Door: Life with Harper Lee, a memoir capturing how such an experience came about and the many car drives, cups of McDonald’s coffee, and even honored silences Mills shared with the Lee sisters.

The book is filled with insights about how the Lees lived (Alice since passed away last November at the age of 103): a house covered in books (the sisters gobbled up English history); Harper relishing fishing and sawmill gravy; and long drives on the backroads of Monroe County, Alabama, the sisters’ preferred form of entertainment. I particularly enjoyed learning that they corresponded by fax due to their collective hearing loss and the very human description of Harper’s response to their discussion of Gregory Peck (“Isn’t he delicious?”). Mills even attempts to answer the communal question of why Harper never published again after writing To Kill a Mockingbird:

“When you start at the top, [Harper Lee] told those close to her, there is nowhere to go but down …. But the decision not to publish again was far more gradual than that … I learned that, rather than a grand decision, the shape of her life was dictated by a series of small choices made at different points along the way.”

As a matter of fact, Lee is publishing again. On July 14th, the novel Go Set a Watchman will be available to the legions of undernourished Lee fans. As with nearly anything associated with Lee — including Mills’ memoir — mystery and controversy surround the publication of the book, which was written before To Kill a Mockingbird was published. Some say Lee’s attorney is taking advantage of the author’s failing health — she suffered a stroke in 2007. Mills said, when she was in Memphis recently, that she “share[s] in those concerns,” but she is also “so excited about the prospect of knowing what Scout had to say about her hometown after returning from New York. We get more of Harper Lee’s lovely prose to savor.”

I agree. Great timing, then, to read The Mockingbird Next Door, which is now in paperback and offers some revelations about the enigmatic author just before the curtain again is lifted. — Lesley Young

The World’s Largest Man: A Memoir

By Harrison Scott Key

HarperCollins, 329 pp., $26.99

How large was Harrison Scott Key’s father? If you need a visual aid to enhance your enjoyment of The World’s Largest Man, Key’s tender, sometimes troubling, and drop-the-book-funny memoir, the author has helpfully posted a photograph on his Facebook page.

It shows the book’s title subject posed like a cowboy or a Confederate soldier or maybe just a big guy on horseback behind a barbed-wire fence. Were it a Carroll Cloar painting, the image might be titled My Father Was as Big as a Horse. Unlike Cloar’s famous visual comparison of his father to a tree, this isn’t a trick of perspective, however. Key’s father was evidently large. But Key’s perpetual coming-of-age story is all about the magic of changing perspectives. It’s less about his father’s height and weight than the impressive shadow he cast over everything that mattered to a curious, bookish boy growing up in the American South, where being a big man means something and where size may be greatly enhanced by one’s ability to kill tasty woodland creatures.

Key was born in Memphis, but his impenetrable, Everest-like father moved the family to Mississippi, because he was mistrustful of soft city ways, sidewalks, and such. The father liked shooting things, flirting (a little too graphically) with waitresses, not talking about his feelings, coaching baseball, and gutting the things he shoots. The son liked bow ties and the theater. And he dreaded the first day of deer season when he was “statistically most likely to disappoint” his dad.

The World’s Largest Man is a tone-perfect, gore-spattered meditation on the most tedious human inevitability — that no matter how unlikely it seems, we become our parents. Key’s superpower as a memoirist stems from his ability to effortlessly mingle Erma Bombeck-like takes on potty training with honest accounts of race and class and gruesome Faulkneresque hunting imagery.

After several failed attempts to kill anything larger than a bird, the younger Key eventually shoots his first doe. But, in the book’s most arresting sequence, it’s the author’s description of a second casualty that sticks.

As an adult writer, an academic (Key teaches at the Savannah College of Art and Design), a husband, and a father far removed from the sporting life he lived as a child, Key begins to notice the ways he’s become like his dad. Scenes from his cooling marriage play out as dangerously as scenes in the woods and are presented with a similar mix of comedy and horror.

“The word divorce came up a few times over the next week,” he writes, as work gets in the way of love. “Not in the form of a threat, but just a grenade, a pin pulled on a word to see what would happen.”

Good stuff. — Chris Davis

Tennessee Women: Their Lives and Times, Volume 2

Edited by Beverly Greene Bond and Sarah Wilkerson Freeman

University of Georgia Press, 425 pp., $34.95 (paper)

Tennessee Women of Vision and Courage

Edited by Charlotte Crawford and Ruth Johnson Smiley

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 206 pp., $16.99 (paper)

In a society whose innate diversities are only just beginning to receive their full due, it is a remarkable fact that women, who, now as ever before, constitute half the human species, are that proverbial subject whose surface has hardly been scratched. It is even more remarkable that a two-volume series titled Tennessee Women: Their Lives and Times should transcend the parochial and, in its collection of historical essays, go far toward illuminating the undiscovered side of that history in a more complete and universal sense than almost any other account yet published, including some vastly more famous and ambitious ones.

Volume 2 has a somewhat broader canvas than Volume 1, published in 2009, which approached its subject via a series of biographical profiles of distinguished women — including the still-active social pioneer Jocelyn Dan Wurzburg of Memphis — whose lives both reflected and influenced important historical circumstances in the Volunteer State from colonial times onward. Volume 2 of Tennessee Women, newly off the press, focuses less on individual lives and more on analytical examinations of the processes and events of history, while continuing to underscore the experience of women, and Tennessee women in particular, and their roles in the creation of that history. As was the case in the previous volume, each chapter is written by a woman, and all the authors have clearly done their homework.

Editors Beverly Greene Bond (of the University of Memphis) and Sarah Wilkerson Freeman (of Arkansas State University) have taken pains to make sure new ground is plowed. The very chapter titles of Volume 2 suggest not only the variety of subject matter but their often stunning originality. Here is a sampling:

“Graceless Yankee Tramps and Secesh She-Devils: Union Soldiers and Confederate Women in Middle Tennessee”; “On Parade: Race, Gender and Imagery in the Memphis Mardi Gras, Cotton Carnival, and Cotton Makers’ Jubilee”; and “Progressive Era Roots of Highlander Folk School.”

Although the contents of this volume are by, of, and for women, they are ultimately for men as well, and indeed are deserving of a cross-cultural audience of the widest possible kind.

A similarly named volume, published in 2013 with no fanfare and available through online booksellers or at the Book Juggler on South Main, pursued a similar mission and is also worth a look. Titled Tennessee Women of Vision and Courage, it, too, is a collection of essays by women and was edited by Charlotte Crawford and Ruth Johnson Smiley, co-directors of the Tennessee Woman Project. Like Volume 1 of the aforementioned series, this volume chronicles the lives of influential women who had importance in Tennessee history in general and in the struggle of women for equality in particular. Two essays, “Tennessee’s Superb Suffragists” by activist Paul F. Casey and “Carol Lynn Gilmer Yellin: Conscience of the Mid-South” by recently retired University of Memphis professor Janann Sherman, are by Memphians who each had a role in the publication of the classic 1998 volume, The Perfect 36: Tennessee Delivers Woman Suffrage — Sherman as co-author with her subject here, the late Yellin, and Casey as a sponsor of the volume and author of a foreword. — Jackson Baker

Bourbon Empire: The Past and Future of America’s Whiskey

By Reid Mitenbuler 

Viking, 310 pp., $27.95 

Bourbon was born on the American frontier, survived the Civil War and Prohibition, and is now seeing a brand-new life in the small-batch, craft distilleries popping up across the country.

Reid Mitenbuler craftily tells this whole story in his new book, Bourbon Empire. But Mitenbuler tells the whole truth, straying from the burnished images that Jim Beam, Maker’s Mark, and other brands would want us to believe.

In fact, Mitenbuler writes that even its reputation as America’s “native spirit” may be akin to other American legends. He opens his book with an honest look at where bourbon won this well-established superlative, and that sets the tone for the rest of his book and bourbon’s sometimes sketchy past.

Bourbon makers sat on a glut of the stuff after the Korean War and needed help to offload it. They turned to the U.S. Congress, which passed a resolution that called bourbon a “distinctive product of the United States.” Bourbon makers took it upon themselves and wasted no time punching up the dry legalese, calling bourbon “America’s Native Spirit” and labeling the resolution “the Declaration of Independence of bourbon.”

Mitenbuler is a fan of micro-histories like Mark Kurlansky’s Cod and Salt and had begun “geeking out” on bourbon in 2000. His book plumbs bourbon’s well through early-American history to the present. Along the way, he says, people have been attracted to bourbon because it’s rough around the edges, simple, and unpretentious. “The book explores some pretty hilarious attempts on the part of distillers to upgrade bourbon’s image to cut into luxury markets,” Mitenbuler has said.

All of it, from tales of the Whiskey Rebellion to Jim Beam’s “hillbilly heritage,” makes Bourbon Empire great for history junkies and bourbon aficionados alike. — Toby Sells

Southern Cooking for Company

By Nicki Pendleton Wood

Thomas Nelson Books, 279 pp., $26.99

“Where would a Southern party be without … soft, sweet, mustardy, buttery, speckled ham rolls?”

Where indeed! Such are the questions posed in Nicki Pendleton Wood’s Southern Cooking for Company, a fine compendium of recipes and tips from 100-plus notable party-givers and hosts from around the South.

Another question: “There’s nothing sadder than a skimpy-looking pie, is there?”

The solution is to choose the right size pie dish — you won’t want to mess up Betsy Watts Koch’s Praline Pumpkin Pie.

More tips:

1) Don’t stress. Let the guests serve themselves and help clean up. Deanna Larson’s Collards with Citrus and Cranberries looks relatively carefree with minimal ingredients and chopping required.

2) Nothing beats a well-planned breakfast spread, and no one would argue with Renee Flynn’s classic Baked French Toast.

3) Host a holiday leftovers party. It is what it sounds like. Guests bring their leftovers or something made with the pounds of turkey and other holiday scraps. Make note of Anna Ginsberg’s Turkey Poblano Soup.

Nicki Pendleton Wood is a food-writing vet based in Nashville, and she’s produced a thoughtful book. Its recipes are not overly complicated, but neither are they ordinary. The Pimento Cheese Pinwheels and Beet Pickled Devilish Eggs are sure to turn heads.

Overall, a useful weapon to have in any cook’s arsenal. — Susan Ellis

Slab

By Selah Saterstrom

Coffee House Press, 186 pp.,

$16.95 (paper)

If asked to describe Slab in one sentence, it would go something like this: a novel about the life of one woman, nicknamed Tiger, from a poor area of Mississippi and following the turmoil of Hurricane Katrina. But what an oversimplification that would be.

Slab, by Selah Saterstrom (director of the Ph.D. program in creative writing at the University of Denver), is not told in a traditional style. It is in the form of a play with two acts organized by scenes of varying length. However, the majority of the story is in the form of a monologue. The many stories laced throughout are occasionally broken up by Tiger talking with Barbara Walters. Whether Tiger is actually speaking to Walters or the entire story is being conducted in her head is never made clear.

Who is Tiger? She is an ex-stripper with a family history filled with turmoil and bad decisions. This is not a book about a troubled girl with a happy ending. It is the story of a girl who misunderstands a lot of the world as told through her many adventures and mistakes with men. A number of those stories are about her friends and experiences in Mississippi, but despite all of the difficulties she faces, Tiger seems to find her own path.

The book is shocking at times and often brings up questions that are deeper than the comical nature of some of the tales, such as, “Do you believe in life after death?” While answers to profound questions such as this are not to be found in Slab‘s stories of sex and drugs or loss and longing, there is meaning to be taken from Slab. You simply have to find it in your own way, just as Tiger does. — Alaina Getzenberg

The Breaking Point

By Jefferson Bass

William Morrow, 367 pp., $26.99

I should have been a homicide detective. Every weekend, I spend all of my spare moments listening to Forensic Files marathons on the HLN channel on satellite radio. I’m kind of obsessed with murder (but only in a whodunit way), and I’m also pretty intrigued by the science of what happens to rotting corpses.

So I was thrilled when I learned there’s a series of crime novels based on and around the UT-Knoxville Forensic Anthropology Center, better known as the Body Farm. The novels are crafted by the writing team of Jon Jefferson and Dr. Bill Bass (the real-life creator of the Body Farm, where the decomposition of donated corpses is scientifically studied), so together they go by “Jefferson Bass.” The protagonist is a fictional character, Dr. Bill Brockton, based on Bill Bass.

The team’s latest novel, The Breaking Point, has all the things I need in a crime novel — the mysterious death of a maverick millionaire, the subsequent investigation, a little subplot about the protagonist’s crumbling personal life, and a few nosy TV reporters to muck things up.

The book opens with the airplane-crash death of Richard Janus, the super-wealthy founder of a nonprofit international aid organization. At first, it appears to be an accident, but Dr. Brockton (who assists the FBI at the crash site) and the team slowly uncover details that have the potential to turn the case into a homicide investigation.

Since the novel is co-written by Bill Bass, a world-renowned forensic anthropologist, the prose about the investigation is incredibly detailed. It gave me the sense of being right there, uncovering bits of skull and teeth right along with the detectives. But the plot isn’t all work and no play. There’s plenty going on that reveals Brockton’s personal side, too. And there’s a subplot that has Brockton coming up against reporters concerning what some see as desecration of the dead in his work at the Body Farm.

My biggest complaint? I wanted more trash talk from the detectives in the field. At one point, Brockton is cautioned about his language before he even utters a curse word. Come on! Also, because the book is part of a series, there’s some back story about the Brockton family’s past run-in with a serial killer, which fell a little flat for me. I needed more context, but I suppose I should start the series from the beginning. And given my interest in the macabre, I probably will. — Bianca Phillips

Your Band Sucks: What I Saw at Indie Rock’s Failed Revolution (But Can No Longer Hear)

By Jon Fine

Viking, 320 pp., $27.95

Jon Fine went in the opposite direction of Michael Azerrad’s cult-classic Our Band Could Be Your Life when he chose the title Your Band Sucks for his new book, but at least the name might jump out at potential buyers.

Your Band Sucks is the story of Fine’s involvement with underground music, from his days attending battle-of-the-bands concerts in suburban New Jersey to his time spent playing in indie rock bands like Bitch Magnet, Coptic Light, and Vineland. The fact that you’ve probably never heard of any of those bands seems to be the underlying theme of Your Band Sucks, in the sense that during those early, “we can change the world” days of ’90s indie rock, you didn’t have to be called Nirvana to tour the United States.

By being on the front lines of the birth of indie rock, Fine is able to give a firsthand account of what it was like touring in the days before the internet — a time when word of mouth, college radio, and tiny record stores were all that bands had to help them network a tour.

The book is thorough in its attempt to document what it really was like for bands of Bitch Magnet’s size (or smaller) to navigate the U.S. tour circuit, but like many rock-and-roll documents, an air exists that this was “the end of rock’s glory days.” In fact, the inside jacket of Your Band Sucks claims that Fine has captured, perhaps, the last moment when rock music still mattered. This type of proclamation reeks of the “punk is dead” mentality, a phrase that gets laughed at by the thousands of current underground/indie bands still touring and making records off the support of college radio, word of mouth, and tiny record stores. — Chris Shaw

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A Q&A with Noir Author Megan Abbott

In a decade, Megan Abbott went from publishing her dissertation about “the solitary white man moving through the city” in mid-20th-century American hard boiled fiction (book title: The Street Was Mine, 2002) to subverting classic period noir settings with women-character-driven stories in Edgar Award-winning fashion (Die a Little, 2005; The Song is You, 2007; Queenpin, 2007; Bury Me Deep, 2009) to contemporizing noir themes in teenage settings, coming of age as criminal loss of innocence (The End of Everything, 2011; Dare Me, 2012). That last one — a cheer noir with an ostensible villain cheerleader every bit as dangerous as the head of a fictional crime syndicate — put Abbott further into the cultural conscious than ever before. The book has been optioned for a film with Natalie Portman attached to star (though it may end up hitting the screens as a TV series).

In the fall 2013 and spring 2014, Abbott served as the John and Renée Grisham Writer-in-Residence at Ole Miss. There, she taught MFA and undergrad writing classes and worked on her next novel. She also participated in the SRO Noir at the Bar event at Proud Larry’s in February, along with notable local writers Ace AtkinsTom FranklinJack Pendarvis, and William Boyle. That night, she read from her new novel, The Fever, based on real happenings a few years ago in Le Roy, New York. Eighteen high school girls developed vocal and motor tics. There were theories about what was causing it — environmental toxins, fracking, the HPV vaccine, or simply a case of “mass hysteria.” Abbott began writing her fictionalized version the day she heard about the incidents. “It was like I had been waiting to write a story about that kind of case, and then that kind of case happened,” she says. It’s the book that appears to be about to permanently ensconce Abbott on the Rand McNally of the publishing world.

The Memphis Flyer sat down on a May afternoon with Abbott at the literary seat of power in Oxford, Square Books. Earlier that day, she had finished teaching her last class, and within a week she would be heading back to her home in New York.

Memphis Flyer: How was teaching at Ole Miss?

Megan Abbott: Their writing is exemplary here. It’s a really vigorous [creative writing] program. They’re committed, they believe in writing, and they take it seriously.

Did you learn anything about your own writing teaching others to write?

I couldn’t have articulated before about how important it is to make weird choices in your writing. When you make a weird choice, you’re drawing a line with the reader, and when you get the reader across that line, you have them forever — or for the book at least. Because you’re asking them to think about or ponder or feel something they didn’t think they were going to have to feel. It’s the theme of all the books I loved as a kid, and it’s still how I value [a] story. Though it isn’t the content that has to be weird, sometimes it’s the sentence structure or language.

I read a lot of spooky stories and a lot of true crime as a kid. You remember Archie comic books? I used to love them. They have a very glorified view of America and teenager-dom. But I bought an issue once that had a Betty plotline. She looks in the mirror one day and has red blotches on her cheeks, and she can’t explain it. She’s horrified. It turns out to be some kind of familial curse, and there’s a vampire in it, and a ghost, and a gypsy … . What was happening was, the publisher was experimenting with doing an Archie version of Dark Shadows. But it blew my mind because it’s not what you expect when you read Archie. And because of that, my mom gave me Jane Eyre to read. So it turned me on to these Gothic books.

What do you think of them killing off Archie in the July issue?

I know someone who’s a publicist for them, the crime writer Alex Segura. He told me about it in advance. We were talking about how it would be great to have a noir Archie, and he said, “Wait until you see what’s gonna happen.” But, I have a feeling the reports of his death are greatly exaggerated.

Did you read the Ed Brubaker/Sean Phillips Criminal storyline [The Last of the Innocent] that has the Archie take-off in it?

Yes. In fact I know Ed now, but I didn’t when I read it. I’ve written for some of the back pages in Criminal, because he has a similar idea about breaking the thing that looks perfect; it’s sort of the Twin Peaks thing. It opens up to this dark matter inside.

You’re from Michigan?

Right outside of Detroit in Grosse Pointe. But the town has an unbelievably stark dividing line. There’s one street where it turns from Detroit to Grosse Pointe, and nothing passes between them. All the perils and troubles of Detroit never seem to touch Grosse Point, which will be 1954 forever. I didn’t grow up in the affluent side of Grosse Point — I lived near the freeway. That’s how we used to divide it, if you lived by Lake St. Clair or if you lived by the freeway, and how many digits you had in your address. The fewer digits you had, you were closer to the lake. It’s where all the auto magnates built these big houses. It has a yacht club and a hunt club. It’s always had that reputation of being old money and hasn’t changed that much.

Is the community in The End of Everything that same kind of suburban place as Grosse Pointe?

In my head it is, though not as wealthy and class isn’t so much an issue. Visually, that’s what I was picturing. There is a lake there, and you can’t go in it. I had references to that in The End of Everything, and [when the book was in production] there was a fact-checking question about lakes not having currents. I was like, wow, you don’t know the Great Lakes.

What about in The Fever. The same kind of place?

It’s more of a small town. I was thinking of it like a Nathaniel Hawthorne story, with a really contained place. A panic has a bigger effect there.

You had a normal upbringing, nothing too crazy?

It was alarmingly uncomplicated. [Laughs.] It was a book-loving household. My dad is a professor at Wayne State and a writer. My mom wrote on the side and now writes short stories. My brother is a compulsive reader. We passed around books constantly. That made its mark on me more than anything specifically in my childhood.

Were you allowed to read anything you wanted?

Yes. We used to go to used bookstores a lot. Because of the dramatic quality of the covers, I was drawn to true crime at an unhealthy age — not that it really had an unhealthy effect, because it didn’t do anything to me. But the books terrified me, and you love to be scared as a kid. I remember reading at an early age Helter Skelter and Hollywood Babylon. I liked looking at the pictures in the middle of the book and reading all those tales of women who marry men who are con artists who then kill them. I read mysteries like Agatha Christie as a kid, but I didn’t discover crime fiction until high school.

Like the actual hard-boiled classics?

I was working my way through the canon, and I knew of Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett from the movies, but I didn’t even read most of those until grad school. I picked hard-boiled fiction for the thesis so that I could read them.

There wasn’t a bigger reason than just that you wanted to read them?

I didn’t think they got enough attention. Once I read one or two, they were so great to me, and important and influential, that I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been taught them in a class before. And I had gone through countless English classes by then. They’re still not taught enough. And there’s no reason you couldn’t teach Hammett’s Red Harvest in an American Literature class. And it wouldn’t be another dissertation on William Faulkner — which I would’ve absolutely enjoyed, I partially came to Ole Miss because I love Faulkner. But I felt like it would be fresher terrain.

You went to the University of Michigan, and then to NYU for grad school?

I started out wanting to study psychology, and then film, and then, like many others, I landed in English, because you get to talk about books all the time. I wanted to move to New York with two of my girlfriends, so I applied to NYU for the master’s program to give me a reason to go there. I ended up getting my Ph.D., too, because I wanted to talk more about books!

When in all this did you begin to write?

I took a few workshops as an undergrad, and it wasn’t until I started working on my dissertation that I wanted to write something in noir town. I had read Joyce Carol Oates’ Blonde, which feels noir when you read it. I started writing about 50 pages of The End of Everything, but I had no idea how to write a novel. It became a crime novel when I discovered crime fiction. I had a situation but I didn’t know what the book was.

There seems to be a change between the classic noir settings of your novels up to Bury Me Deep and the more contemporary novels from The End of Everything on. Do your agent and publisher suggest that you try certain types of books?

I wanted to do something different for myself creatively [with The End of Everything]. I could write mid-century party scenes forever and never get tired of it. But I thought it would be harder to write closer to present day, because it didn’t feel glamorous to me. Once I started writing the book, I figured out how to make it interesting to me. It was good to take that risk. Somehow I could bring the themes of the earlier books into this world and they would take different shapes.

In the last three books, there’s a character who a little obsessively observes another family, or idolizes a friend or an older sibling. Is that kind of a glamour you’re talking about?

I meant more like an atmosphere or mood, but you’re more right because I do always have the character see something else in some enchanting way. And that’s the energy that pushes the book that they want in that world.

There’s a mystery to that idea, too, because there’s always something darker behind the door.

And ultimately the darkest person is usually the one looking. As a David Lynch fan, you know where that comes from. That always happens.

Kyle MacLachlan in the closet in Blue Velvet.

Exactly. Addie in Dare Me is in many ways my darkest character of all. Which was surprising. But, “It lurks in all of us,” right? The Fever is the only time I don’t exactly do that — they’re probably the nicest protagonists.

There’s a theme of compulsion running through your books: Characters are doing things that are bad for them, and they cannot help it, and they want to do it.

Definitely. That is, to me, the thing of everything. [Abbott laughs.] It’s the only thing I understand that drives a story. Unexpected compulsive behavior is like how all of the plots are propelled in my books, along with the idea that in the end we trap ourselves and then we can maybe save ourselves. What’s really interesting to me isn’t bringing the reader to a catastrophic place but having them identify with the character and have them go places they didn’t think they would go. And then coming out of it somehow.

Is there an element of addiction to it, even beyond compulsion? In Queenpin, the protagonist is in a relationship with a guy, and she knows her boss might kill her because of this, and it doesn’t matter, she cannot stop it. That’s an addiction; the thing you’re doing will probably kill you and it doesn’t matter.

Addiction absolutely applies, but I think how I framed it in my head was like in Double Indemnity, with Walter, and there’s a line in the book where he knows that Phyllis is bad, that he’s going to get caught, and he wants to peep over the edge and he can’t stop himself, which is compulsion. It’s not nihilism, but more a sense of one’s destiny. Which is why I’ll never leave the noir sensibility, because I do believe in that. These are people driven by the Freudian death drive: They don’t want to die, but they want to go to the edge. That’s what’s so funny in Queenpin, because it was weird to have a female character express that. Vicki Hendricks does that in Miami Purity. She does the plot of The Postman Always Rings Twice and switches the genders. In the case of Queenpin, it’s a power test with Gloria, too. She’s in many ways a practical person. It’s so weird thinking about it now. Because they just want it and they don’t necessarily want to stop and then they don’t want to stop and they don’t want to stop and they don’t want to stop. And the protagonist is young, too. Which is a reason I knew teenagers would be good to write about, because they don’t always think through the ramifications of their choices.

Your novels share the characteristic of a young woman character who encounters a new, dangerous world in a noir setting, and your more recent novels seem to literalize the idea within the context of the humid violence of coming of age.

Yeah, and you’re making yourself in some way, so it’s got to be painful, and everything matters so much. It’s funny to think of yourself at that age and why you felt certain ways about yourself so keenly. That’s a way to bring those noir themes but make it realistic. That is your world when you’re a teenager. You read that and you remember being that age.

Do you have a lot of teen readers?

Increasingly, especially after Dare Me. Based on the early responses of the YA bloggers, that will probably be true of The Fever. YA and adult fiction are merging in a strange way that wasn’t true in my day — in my day there wasn’t even a thing called YA. A lot of adults I know read YA, and a million teenagers read adult books. I’m not purposely trying to write a book so an adult and a teen could read it — I don’t know how to thread that needle — but I’m glad they can. I’m especially glad when teens don’t find my books condescending, especially young girls, who are often treated as objects or drama queens or a pop culture parody in some way. I’m sure there are cheerleaders who found that Dare Me isn’t like them, but some have told me that it is, and that it’s actually even more extreme. There are a lot of former cheerleaders at Ole Miss, as you can imagine, and I had a student in class who said her experience was just like Dare Me.

Speaking of Twitter, I know through your account [@MeganEAbbott] that when you were young you were fascinated by the Michael Rockefeller disappearance. And now the new book has come out about what happened [Carl Hoffman’s Savage Harvest].

Oh, yeah!

Do you think there’s something about being a kid and a fascination with the idea that the whole world is mysterious? I fixated on disappearances and weird things and the show In Search Of and Time-Life Books … .

We had the same childhood!

What is it about childhood that makes us respond to those things?

When you’re a kid you feel you’re not allowed into the adult world and that there are secrets being kept from you — and there are literal secrets being kept from you. I remember my parents would have parties and I would be upstairs and try to hear what they were talking about, and they were laughing and they were drunk and were telling bawdy stories, and I thought, I want to know what’s going on! What am I not being told? What is out there? And I think kids are natural investigators — that’s why there are so many kid detective stories and series, it’s about that pursuit: I need to know, I need to know! And if it’s spooky you need to know more.

When I watch those clips of In Search Of on YouTube, I get terrified. I don’t even know if I would want a child to watch it. It gave me nightmares. The Michael Rockefeller book is the scariest book I’ve ever read, but it couldn’t just be what’s in this book; it was summoning back to years of childhood and that there were headhunters and cannibals out there and they were looking for you.

Another one like that is the movie Picnic at Hanging Rock. Give me a sneak peak of the essay you wrote for the new Criterion Blu-ray edition [being released June 17th].

I knew the film as a kid, and I saw it again in college. Criterion asked me to write the essay maybe because of The End of Everything. But watching the movie again after writing The Fever, I realized the movie is about hysteria. I wondered how much it had affected me more than I knew. My essay is about how the movie works because of its famous unresolved ending. Whatever theory we’ve been developing in our head about the mystery in the movie, we’re stuck with it. We know that it’s ours, our mind produced that, whether the girls were raped and killed or they were eaten by cannibals or whatever theory we had: We have to own it. That’s why people got so mad about the ending. There was a story [director] Peter Weir told about a studio executive throwing a coffee cup at the screen during an early screening. And I didn’t even know [the film] was based on a book [by Joan Lindsay], but it’s really good. It’s very short, and when they published it, they chopped off the last chapter, because it explains the mystery. It’s very creepy, but the book is much better without it.

That’s what makes it so powerful, because you just don’t know. The girls were swallowed by the land.

And it has a ripple effect on everybody. When I was a kid I know I was told it was based on a real life case, even though it wasn’t at all. People still think it is.

With Picnic, there’s a connection between the natural world and how portentous it is for these young girls. When I was reading The Fever and the lake that figures into the plot so much, it reminded me of Hanging Rock in the film. Everything kept going back to the rock, and whether it was the cause of the mystery or not, it didn’t matter so much as its importance to these girls.

Exactly. That emerged entirely organically. In the real case The Fever is based on, there was no lake. Part of it came from me growing up by a mysterious lake. Once I started thinking of the lake, its creepiness grew in my head: the smells and the feel of it. That it would have all this small town legend associated with it. You couldn’t go into the water. I remember people drowning in Lake St. Clair. When you’re a kid, that stuff lives in your brain. I love the Salem Witch Trials, and in that case, there’s the idea that these girls felt guilty about this thing they had done in the woods. I realized I had unconsciously wanted to do a version of that, and in the case of The Fever, it becomes the lake. It happened organically, and it became creepier and creepier and I couldn’t let it go. Nature scares me a little, it really does! Maybe it’s living in New York too long. But that lake was the nature of it, and it felt like a death trap. It was beautiful, but deadly. [Abbott laughs.] Plus, it’s really fun to describe. I researched the algal bloom and became fascinated by it. It was glamorous to me, strange and exotic.

How difficult was The Fever to write?

It was one of the easiest. I knew the story really early on, but I wanted it to stay frightening and to keep multiple possibilities floating and keep the ending a surprise. The challenge was to convey the bigness of the event in this small place.

Was there anything like that community-wide fear when you were growing up?

There was a time when I was a kid there were a lot of missing kid cases getting attention because of the Adam Walsh case. There were a lot of school meetings about it. They had the parents put a sign in their windows that was a fluorescent orange letter E. I don’t know what it stood for, but it meant that it was a safe place, so if you thought someone was following you, you could go into that house. Even as a kid, it seemed insane, because if you wanted to kill a kid, wouldn’t you put the sign in your window? You wouldn’t even have to go look for them, they’d come to you!

Is there anything you’re taking from your time in Oxford that has really stood out that might make it into a book, or is it too soon to say?

Yeah, the landscape and the way it’s a magical place; Oxford at night, especially. It’s so beautiful and mysterious, and it’s so different from the North and the Midwest. It will be after I’ve been gone awhile and am reflecting on it, but some glimmer will come.

Do you know what the next book you write from scratch will be?

I have a list of six ideas, and I need to see which one takes. I’ve narrowed it down. I’ve had a lot of false starts with books. It happened with The End of Everything. There are a few I won’t ever go back to because they didn’t catch fire.

Does your next book [now in revision] have a name yet?

It’s called You Will Know Me. It’s about a family with a child prodigy. They’ve always struck me as interesting families because of the way the power works. And then there’s a crime, obviously. I will consider that my Oxford book. I was well into it before I came here, but in Oxford I really pushed through the second half of it.

Is there a certain era you’d like to write about?

I’d like to do something in the 1910s or early ’20s. It was a time of great hucksterism and con artists. And also, like with the Helen Spence case [depicted in Daughter of the White River by Denise White Parkinson], there were still a lot of parts of America that were local in a way where there’d be local justice and rules, and outsiders could be dangerous.

When did you begin to really feel success as a writer?

There are always moments where you feel different, and then you get knocked back down. [Abbott laughs.] It’s filled with failure, and petty indignities, and large indignities. I’ve had great luck and beyond lucky to work with Reagan Arthur, the rock-star editor everyone wanted to work with. She edited Kate Atkinson and George Pelecanos and many others. But in the end you’re stuck with the book, and stuck with the page, and it’s not working, and often you feel like it’s so easy for some writers, and some are struggling more than you. You know how on Mad Men, the agency is growing, then it gets smaller, and they lose Lucky Strike — that’s how publishing feels. You feel like you’re on top of the world, then they pull the rug out from under you.

You’re headed home to New York soon?

Yeah, but I’ll be back in Oxford quite a bit. I’m guest-curating an exhibit at the museum, I’m on a few MFA committees, and I have a lot of good friends here. I can’t quit this place.

Has the collegiality in Oxford been good?

Yeah. It’s a writers’ town, or a book lovers’ town. New York is many kinds of towns, but in terms of books it’s a publishing town, with the business aspect of it. In Oxford it seems it’s more about words, so it’s been like being in this big bubble bath for a year. You just talk about books all the time. Everyone has rich personal histories, people like to go out and talk until the wee hours.

Is it still a novelty that you’re a woman writing crime fiction?

I’ll admit, in many ways it works to my advantage. I stand out more. But it’s true of crime fiction and other genres: Books written by men are considered bigger and more meaningful and significant because they’re written by a man. And when they’re written by a woman, they’re thought of as domestic or about relationships. Tom Perrotta, whom I love, writes about families or domestic issues or suburbia, and his books are important. But there are a lot of women who write about domestic issues or suburbia, and they’re considered Women’s Fiction.

It’s a genre in and of itself.

What does Women’s Fiction mean? I know what men’s fiction is: everything. [Abbott laughs.] But, I’ve never had a male reader say, “You write okay for a woman!” It’s just still this ghost out in the culture at large, a cliché we can’t let go of.

Your love of Mad Men is well known to me. Are you liking the season?

Yes! Don’t you think it’s great? It’s almost too good, it’s breaking my heart. Oh god, I don’t know what I’m going to do when it’s over, though I think they’re smart to end it. You quit while it’s this good.

You often write about Pete Campbell after an episode.

I love Pete. He’s really complicated, and no one gives him credit for it. They’re not watching the show carefully. He’s far more advanced with social issues than anybody else in that world. He’s self-destructive in interesting ways — in that plotline where he had the affair with the Gilmore Girl [Alexis Bledel], she sees a depression in him, a deep emotional sadness he can’t see. He always surprises me. The actor [Vincent Kartheiser] is so unafraid of looking foolish or gross. Don is always so slick, even when he’s grimy he looks gorgeous. Pete will just go there, he’ll fall, get punched — Billy Wilder would have loved him. He would’ve made Pete the center of the show.

Give me 3 books, TV shows, and movies that are important to you.

Mad Men, Deadwood, and Twin Peaks for TV.

For movies it would be In a Lonely Place, Sunset Boulevard or one of many Wilder movies, and Mulholland Drive, which I get in many arguments with people about. Blue Velvet is the more perfect film, but Mulholland Drive is the more complex.

For books, The Sound and the Fury, Farewell, My Lovely would be my Chandler, and Wuthering Heights. I read it far too young, I skipped all the dialect, but it spoke to me, and every time I’ve read it since, it’s rewarded me more.

So, Chandler over Hammett?

Yeah, he’s more personal to me. Hammett is the deeper thinker and politically more in tune with me, the way he sees the world in some ways. But Marlowe is probably my favorite character ever. I’ve read those books a lot, and they still surprise me.

Do you feel like you’ll ever catch up on everything you want to read?

No, and isn’t that a great feeling? You’re worried you might have hit the bottom, and you realize there’s a bottom beneath the bottom. A false floor.

You wrote the screenplay for Dare Me? Is that progressing?

That was one of the harder experiences, adapting my own stuff. It’s still in play. There’s been TV interest in it, too. Which in part I think it might be more suited towards. TV’s where it at! [Abbott laughs.] People have been interested in it as a series, because you could build it out and keep switching the power, the ascent and descent, like a crime family show, or Game of Thrones, for that matter. It’s interesting, given how important TV has become to my creative mind recently. There are so many doors opening up, there are so many shows that are more specific than they used to be. You remember 15-20 years ago, I’d watch almost anything because there weren’t that many choices. And now you can find things that feel like they’re made for you.

Have you been pulled in that direction?

I’ve gotten offers, but you have to move out to L.A., and I don’t know how that would be. But I know a lot of writers who are doing it. The collaborative element interests me, writing in a group like that seems really fun.

The Fever (Little, Brown and Company) is released on June 17th. Abbott will be at Square Books in Oxford on June 24th at 4 p.m.

[Updated Thursday, June 12, 2014, 1:52 p.m. for grammar]