Thank goodness my husband and I have learned to get along together in time to be cooped up together in our New York City apartment during the pandemic. It could have been disastrous, even dangerous, because we both agree that we're completely incompatible. I thought a new tank top billed by the retailer as dove gray had a purple tint to it.
The new kid in town, the only Jewish girl in my class, and as far as I could tell, the only shape-shifter—high school was hell. On top of that, my parents seemed to be the only Democrats in the county. President Eisenhower was considered a shoo-in for re-election. Even though I begged them not to, my parents stuck a Stevenson bumper sticker on the car. I got to say, “I told you so,” when they got five parking tickets on Main Street within a month. But it didn’t give me much satisfaction.
When I got sober, I thought I’d had it with drunken strangers. But the Australian asked if he could share my table in a crowded Starbucks and sat down before I could chug the rest of my triple espresso latte vente and get out.
This third anthology of the New York Tri-State Chapter of Sisters-in-Crime contains established authors alongside the up-and-coming. The spirit of New York and its ethnicities, a dichotomy where many immigrants want to blend into American culture while some hold fast to old traditions, is captured in a collection that highlights the darkest facets of family life. Domestic abuse is exposed and wielded in all its forms; by spouses, siblings, offspring, and parents.
This week we have an interview with mystery author Elizabeth Zelvin, a review of her latest book Death Will Extend Your Vacation & a chance to win a copy of the book--details at the end of this post.
