Her entry begins:
A writer is forever learning his or her craft and one of the books I return to again and again for inspiration is Margaret Atwood's Negotiating With The Dead. She explores the reasons why any sane person would devote a lifetime to inventing situations that never happened and characters who never existed. It's a wonderful book, a philosophy of creative writing and what it means to be a writer, and her compilation of provocative quotations from other writers is a...[read on]About Bonereapers, from the publisher:
Hewed out of a frozen mountain six hundred miles from the North Pole, the Doomsday Seed Vault was designed to safeguard the earth’s precious collection of seeds from rising sea levels, hurtling asteroids, nuclear holocaust, and every other conceivable disaster. But no fortress, however remote or carefully constructed, can protect against human corruption and men who have made it their business to gain control of the world’s food supply.Learn more about the book and author at Jeanne Matthews's website.
Dinah Pelerin had no idea when she left sunny Hawaii on an undercover fact-finding mission to the seed vault in Longyearbyen, Norway, that she would get a crash course in the politics of genetic engineering, or that she would become embroiled in the marital troubles of an American presidential candidate and his enigmatic, Norwegian-born wife. Or that a dead body would tumble out of the hotel sauna into her arms.
In late December, Polar Night wraps around the little town of Longyearbyen like a lead blanket, impenetrable and endless. The temperature rarely climbs above zero and bodies don’t decompose in the permafrost. The dead have to be shipped south for burial and soon there are two murder victims headed there. Who has killed them, and why? With three U.S. senators, a powerful corporate CEO, and a Norwegian government minister as her fellow suspects, Dinah is under no illusions. She had better untangle the knot of motives and pretenses fast or suspicion will come crashing downhill like an avalanche and bury her so deep she’ll never see daylight again.
Writers Read: Jeanne Matthews.
--Marshal Zeringue