I Just Go To Lunch. And I

My Father Read 'the New York Times,' My Mother Did Secretarial Work, We Had A Dog, We Had A Garden, I Had A Brother.

I Was Extraordinarily Lucky. I Wrote A Book Because I Wanted To See If I Could Write A Mystery. Someone Nagged Me Into Sending It To A Contest, Which It Won, After Which I Was Offered A Two-book Contract, Thus Requiring The Writing Of A Second Book.

So Much Of Contemporary Crime Fiction Is Painful To Read And Obsessed With Violence, Particularly Against Women, And I Can't Read That.

I Never Wanted To Be Rich Or Successful Or Famous. I Just Wanted To Be Happy And Have Fun.

I Know You Shouldn't Spit In Your Own Soup But I Think Most Crime Writing Is Like Tv And Doesn't Make Enormous Demands On One's Intellect.