The Memory Collector has been found in the wild — in Brazil. And look who has hunted it down. It’s Snart.
I expect more pictures during Carnival, when I hope the novel, and Snart, will cavort in the streets. I want to see both of them at the Sambadrome, adorned with feathers and towering hats made of fruit.
Andy O. sends this photo: “Outside the Camp Arifjan, Kuwait MWR Library…”
MWR stands for Morale, Welfare and Recreation. I’m glad the U.S. Army thinks my novel fits in at least one of those categories. And I love a library that’s open from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m.
But can anybody figure out the book that’s shelved behind The Liar’s Lullaby?
Rocky, last seen snowbound in suburban Chicago with his master and a copy of The Memory Collector, has grown up and moved on. Now he’s either guarding The Liar’s Lullaby from poachers, or he’s waiting for somebody to throw the book across the yard so he can fetch it.
“Lori and her pup, Rocky. It was taken on Sunday, 1/17/10 in Plainfield, Illinois (suburban Chicago).”
Note to Rocky: I know that in The Memory Collector, a dog is in jeopardy. But please stop fretting. The look on your face is killing me.
Susan Daly writes: “Haven’t seen a travelling MegBook lately, but I couldn’t resist taking this one last month. Haliburton County, Ontario.”
Who knew Gandalf read thrillers?
Snart sends this photo: “Just wanted you to see two hoods who were moving your books all around Barnes & Noble tonight.”
But these aren’t just any hoods. Despite the blurry quality of the photo, I recognize them as Snart’s minions. Her henchmen, set on anarchy. Snart must have snapped the photo as B&N’s crack SWAT team burst through the windows to stop them from reducing the store to un-alphabetical order.
UPDATE: One of the hoods confesses and corrects. “Mea culpa. It was Borders.”
Patti sends this photo of “Killchain on its secret mission at the Calgary airport, perched on the backpack of my covert assistant. It had just infiltrated a ring of dinosaur fossil thieves in Drumheller and uncovered a conspiracy to create a race of killer super-bulls at the Calgary Stampede.”
Who knew that the summer action in Canada got so hot?
Schmerzlos, the German edition of Crosscut, has been found at the airport on Crete. And not only is it popular with the about-to graduate from-high-school demographic, but with the just-been-Mohawked crowd. And also with my son Nate, on the right. His hat, thankfully, is not concealing any hair surprises.
The German edition of Crosscut has been spotted in the wild for the first time. Here’s Schmerzlos at the Stuttgart airport. There, while the Husband the nature photographer watched, the novel climbed up the book display to a spot where readers would notice it before any other book it could see the glorious view of the airport concourse. The photographer reports that a few sticklers were concerned at seeing him touch the hatchling, but he couldn’t resist helping it hop up to eye level and turn face out.
Here’s a compilation of some of the photos you’ve sent in this year, showing my books out and about around the world. Thanks to everybody who has emailed snapshots to me. These photos include shots taken in Chennai, India; Perth, Australia; Johannesburg; San Diego; Toronto; Singapore; Essen, Germany; Krakow, Poland; Stanford, California; Brindisi, Italy; and Santa Barbara, California.
Keep them coming.
(Send them to meg-at-meggardiner-dot-com.)
And they hit my favorite Santa Barbara bookstore, Chaucer’s.
Sally says: “I think they should be in ‘Suspense’ rather than ‘Mystery,’ but it’s great to see Crosscut and Kill Chain in Chaucer’s.”
Mary writes: “Kill Chain takes some time out to check out the beach near Brindisi…”
And runs into trouble. “Those crazy Italian drivers. But don’t worry. Kill Chain and all the people had on their seat belts so nobody got hurt. Stay tuned for more adventures of Kill Chain’s amazing travels.”
Well, it is a thriller. If it hit the road and just took a bus tour, I’d be disappointed.
Susan writes: “Here’s another shot of China Lake hitting the road, or at least the water, as it prepares to go canoeing in Canning Lake, Ontario, in the lovely fall weather.”
“Crosscut and a Singapore Sling at Raffles,” writes The Husband. “So long, Singapore.”
Three slings, followed by a fourteen hour flight? Crosscut may come home looking dog-eared.