While visiting my folks in Santa Monica a few weeks back, my
mom gave me a few of her mystery novels. Among them was The James Joyce
Murder, by Amanda Cross. I’d read Cross’ Death
in a Tenured Position years ago, but had
forgotten than she’d penned a book about Joyce. How fun! Eagerly, I started the
novel that first night of my visit.
a photo of my copy of the book
Half way through, I was wondering where the heck the murder
was. These days—or so we aspiring mystery writers are told in no uncertain
terms by those who deem themselves qualified to give advice to aspiring mystery
writers—the murder must occur within the first chapter. And within the first
few pages is even better.