25 January 2026

From the Wall O' Inspiration


I do most of my writing– and most of my work– since my day job is teaching online classes--sitting at a computer in my home office. I do have a laptop, but given my preference, I like a setup that feels more substantial--a big honking PC with a couple of screens, external speakers and a full-size keyboard. By today's standards I guess that makes me a bit old-fashioned. Of course I got through college using an actual honest-to-gosh typewriter, so this still feels pretty fancy to me.

Because of some peculiarities in the design of my house, sitting at the computer means I'm facing a wall that's about a foot behind my primary monitor. I'd prefer to be facing a window, but hey, I'm not the one who designed the wiring in here. Just above the level of my head (when sitting), the wall slopes sharply inward, following the roofline. So I don't have room for, say, a poster with a kitten clinging to a branch and telling me to "hang in there."

What I do have are three pieces of paper that I've taped to the wall in my eyeline. Most of the time, of course, my gaze just kind of skims past them, since they've become a part of the scene I just take for granted. Once in a while I do take conscious notice of them, though, and hopefully they provide a bit of inspiration or encouragement that's almost as good as the kitten poster.

Harlan Ellison producing

The first is a quote from Thomas Carlyle, though I got it from an essay by Harlan Ellison, the writer who made me want to be a writer. It reads:

PRODUCE! PRODUCE! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it, in God's name! 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee: out with it, then. Up! Up! Whatsoever thy hand findest to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called Today; FOR THE NIGHT COMETH, WHEREIN NO MAN CAN WORK.

Cheerful, right? To put it in modern terms: get yer ass in the chair, kid, and your fingers on the keys.


The second scrap of paper is a passage from Rainer Maria Rilke, though again I cribbed it from a secondary source– in this case, the ending of Taika Waititi's 2019 film Jojo Rabbit. And it reads:
Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final.

This went up on the wall in the opening months of the COVID pandemic, when the world seemed like a pretty dark place and a reminder that it wouldn't be that way forever had daily value. These days, of course, all I have to worry about is creeping fascism, AI, and the possibility that we're about to invade Greenland, so everything is peachy.

The final piece of paper is the simplest. It's a single word, rendered in plain font:


REFINE

I put this up most recently, because it's a principle I've been thinking about a lot: refinement as a mode of living. It's long been part of my writing; I favor something of a sparse style, and there's nothing I love better than revising a piece of writing by carving away everything that is unneeded. I've been thinking that this isn't a bad way to approach most days: removing the things that aren't of value, that contribute no meaning. Doomscrolling, for example. Mindlessly surfing through YouTube. Distractions. "Refine" is meant to remind me to, whenever possible, make choices and take actions that are essential to the things I want to accomplish. I don't often actually accomplish it, of course, but it's something to aim for.

As for the desk itself, mostly it's cluttered with papers and mail I haven't yet dealt with--another thing I need to refine. There is, however, a small collection of rocks and shells from various trips I've taken, to remind me there's a world beyond that wall I'm facing. And there are also two Lego minifigures, there to remind me that what I should be doing is writing a crime story: Lego Shakespeare, and Lego Detective (complete with magnifying glass and red herring!).

So those are the things I've chosen to try to provide me with a bit of fortitude as I craft my little tales. What about you? Do you have inspirational images or words on your walls? How did you choose them, and what do they mean to you?


24 January 2026

The Truth on What We Make as Novelists


I'm doing something today that I rarely see posted.  I'm baring my soul to talk about what we actually make as novelists.

Yes, the real scoop.  I'm doing this for the friends, students and colleagues who have asked me about it recently - those who dream of leaving their real job to become a full time fiction writer.  I have two caveats about that:

First: make sure you have a financial backup plan (a spouse with a real job is good.  A pension is mighty nice.)

Second: be aware that you are making your beloved hobby into your work.  I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.  Believe me, if you are writing novels for a living, you are not 'hobbying' in writing anymore.  You must produce under pressure.  You've lost your precious hobby.  Are you really sure you want to do that...


Okay, so I did it, and I'm glad I did.  I have a great publisher that puts money and effort into the promotion of my books.  They pay me a good advance.  I'm in libraries and bookstore chains across the country. They get me into literary festivals and conferences.   

And yes, I miss the hobby I used to have.  But here's some more reality.

A Bestseller in Canada is usually considered to be 5000 copies sold.  (I was told in the US, 7000 is a number bandied around.)  It has to do with the number of books required to get on bestseller lists.  I can tell you that I was selling 1000 books a day to get on the Amazon overall top 50 list.

So...maybe you are lucky enough to become a bestseller.  Maybe twice over.  That's 10,000 books in a year.

My average take per book is $1 per copy.  (more on that later.)

In my best year, I sold close to 50,000 books. (This was the same year 41,000 copies of Rowena Through the Wall were downloaded illegally from one pirate site alone!)  I'm considered a mid-list author, with 10 awards.  Even so, I'm pretty sure most staff at publishing houses make more than I do. It's sobering to think about.

I read recently that 94% of books on Amazon never sell more than 100 copies.  That includes trad and self-published. The average author with a trad publisher is reported to make between $5000 and $8000 a year.  Why so low?

SALES:  Our sales are down since the early 2000s. I've heard from three publishers, that April to Nov of 2025 is not looking good, compared to the previous year. That doesn't necessarily mean that we've lost readers. SOOOOooo many books are pirated now.  People don't seem to consider this stealing.  Also, I fear Gen Z is not pulling out of their phones to read fiction, while boomer readers are dying off.

ROYALTIES:  are down as a percentage.  Amazon is partly/largely to blame for this.  They've squeezed publishers for years (remember the lawsuits of ten-fifteen years ago?) 20 years ago, I was offered 10% of cover (cover price) pretty well across the board.  Now, it is a percentage of price the book is sold for, not cover price.  Libraries usually buy at 50% off.  So if my books are cover price $20, but sell to libraries for $10, I get $1. Other big retailers get discounts as well.  I also get less for books sold in the US than for those in Canada (probably due to shipping costs. And possibly tariffs, I'm sad to see.)

E-books are a slightly different calculation, but it seems to average out for me at a dollar a book. 

THIS IS WHAT WE MADE 20 YEARS AGO.  The cost of living has gone up since then.

Depressing, eh?  The good news is I make money on my backlist.  If someone reads and likes The Pharaoh's Curse Murders (out April 11!), perhaps they will go back and buy The Silent Film Star Murders.  And then, earlier books.  I have 19 backlist books that I'm still getting royalties for.  This helps me make a living.

Now, some of you may say, Well, you should self-publish!  You'll make more per book!  

I'll echo what John so eloquently said recently, as it applies to me so well: I don't have the confidence in my own work to self-publish.  I need to know that a publisher or editor feels my work is good enough that they will put their own money into the production of it.  

I do have some friends who self-publish.  They tell me they spend 80% of their time promoting and 20% writing.

I want to spend 80% of my time writing. 

So yes, I have supported myself through writing novels, plus teaching writing on the side.  I consider myself very very lucky.  Less than a dozen crime writers in Canada have been able to do that, I've been told.  But I haven't become rich at it. Even with film options (two - never exercised due to the pandemic.)

So much luck goes into this crazy business.  I've seen very good writers not make it past the first book or two, which makes me sad. 

So why do I do it?  Because I can't imagine doing anything else.  I've been writing fiction since I was eight.  I won my first award at eighteen.  I'll probably die slumped over a keyboard.

And if that is you as well, welcome!  Welcome to my world of being a crime novelist. 

Melodie Campbell is a former comedy writer who writes humorous crime novels for unsuspecting publishers.  The Toronto Star compared her to Agatha Christie.  She has 10 awards.

 


 

 

 

 

 

23 January 2026

The Case of the Crumbling Platform


Bow before your lord and master!
image by crstrbrt, licensed from Depositphotos

I never knew my grandfather but I spent nearly sixty years of my life in the company of his son. I am sure that if the elder had lived beyond his forties, he would have spent his last days riffing on the same theme junior did: “The world is crap, and getting worse.”

This is commonly regarded as a thing older people say. And if you wrote such a character, you would redraft him or her, or bend over backwards not to have that fictional being come off like a stereotype.

Thanks to Cory Doctorow, who writes tech articles, bestselling wonky nonfiction and delightful science fiction, we now have a word that nails the moment we’re living in: enshittification. When he coined the word in 2022, Doctorow—a longtime Internet policy wonk—used it to describe what he saw as the gradual if inevitable worsening of Internet-based platforms.

But the word took on a life of its own. American and Australian lexicographers in 2023 and 2024, respectively, named it their word of the year. And when Doctorow published a book on the topic in late 2025, he applied the word broadly to a variety of industries well beyond the web. Why is this happening? He explains:

“[T]he digital is merging with the physical, which means that the same forces that are wrecking our platforms are also wrecking our homes and our cars, the places where we work and shop. The world is increasingly made up of computers we put our bodies into, and computers we put into our bodies. And these computers suck.”

I admit that the chief pleasure I took from this book was realizing a) No, I am not going crazy, and b) I am not turning into my progenitors.

Doctorow describes the process deftly. In its first stages, a company dreams up a great idea and bestows it on the world. The thing works so easily and often satisfies a need people didn’t know they had:

  • Google gave us a search engine that was better than, say, Altavista or Ask Jeeves.
  • Amazon gave us a frictionless shopping experience with superb customer service.
  • Facebook gave us a free way to stay in touch with far-flung friends and relatives.

In Stage I, Doctorow says, these services give themselves wholeheartedly to their users. The firms work hard to attract, please, and keep users. They become indispensable to peoples’ lives. The only platform of their kind worth using.

As soon as they demolish the competition and achieve a monopoly…as soon users feel that they simply cannot live without the service they provide…the firms flip the switch. The end user is no longer king—advertisers are. (In the world of Amazon, the “advertisers” are small or large businesses who have chosen to sell their wares on the platform.)

Companies advertise on these platforms, and when they do, the ads perform insanely well. So well, in fact, that small and big firms alike hire staffs to manage, say, their growing FB ad empire. It doesn’t matter that this is a field of advertising that has existed for three minutes on the Geologic Time Scale. It’s so easy to find customers that you have to be an idiot not to sell via Google, FB, and Amazon ads.

About a decade ago, I met and chatted up a self-published mystery writer who swore by Google Ads. He loved the platform because as ugly as those boxy ads were in the early days, they were easy to craft, fairly inexpensive to run, and they resulted in sales of his fly-fishing mystery series. What’s not to love? Finding new readers was as easy as, ahem, shooting fish in a barrel.

Then, just when advertisers feel that they simply cannot live without this advertising source, the platform embarks upon Stage III: Corporate profits and shareholders are the only thing that matters. End users and advertisers can go pound sand. A single tweak, and ads stop working overnight. Advertisers must spend and spend and spend to figure out how to attract customers with the new algorithm. 

As an end user, you know what Stage III enshittification feels like. We’re living in it.

FB users have no idea what’s up with their friends and family because they have to wade through so many ads to see the posts they came for in the first place. You are told that you must pay up if you want anyone to actually see what you have posted.

Amazon buyers can’t figure out which products are cheap, popular, or highly rated (depending on their preferences) because every search they do presents ads for products only tangentially related to the thing they’re looking for.

I’ll let a friend who runs a website aimed at book lovers describe what the current Google environment has done to his business:

“Google has given up on its search engine, stuffed it with even more ads, and shifted to ranking only the largest websites ahead of independent publications. We are better off than most independent websites because of our size, but we have lost 70% of our traffic from Google. And given Google’s monopoly, that is a huge hit. This is affecting every website you can imagine, and one recent report found that 400 independent news publications have lost 50%+ of their traffic from Google. Google is no longer helping people find good content and has destroyed how the web works.”

He notes that the AI-generated answers at the top of Google’s search are “scraped” from the content of other creators, who have no recourse given Google’s power. Some creators are fighting back in lawsuits, but seriously, how likely is it that they will prevail against a behemoth? He, like many creators, is shifting to designing a dedicated app so he can attract and cater directly to his clientele.

Doctorow explains why Google has intentionally enshittified its search engine. The current model forces users to search a second, third, or fourth time, tweaking search terms each time. By design, as users spend more time in Google’s environment, they are obliged to view more ads and gobble up more of advertisers’ precious budgets.

Of course FB, Google, and the ’Zon aren’t the only offenders out there. I have focused on these three because so many of us know what they are like. Doctorow’s book pivots from giants like Apple and Twitter to a slate of other corporations. 

In these pages, I learned…

  • why Amazon drivers are so miserable and drive so recklessly. They are on such tight delivery schedules, and spied upon by cameras in their vans, that they barely have time to stop and use a restroom. (I’ll spare you the humiliating details of how they manage to relieve themselves.) “For a man with a dick-shaped rocket, Jeff Bezos sure has an abiding hatred of our kidneys,” Doctorow quips.
  • that the private contractors in China that manufacture Apple phones have installed netting under their high-rise windows to halt worker suicides.
  • about car manufacturers who now insist that in order to “unlock” the premium features of your new vehicle, you must pay a monthly subscription fee to access features you enjoyed “for free” when you bought your last car.

This last example illustrates Doctorow’s opening thesis that digital circuitry allows firms to control a product long after it leaves the factory, and long after you supposedly “bought” it. It’s why Hewlett Packard knows when your printer has run out of ink, or how they can program your printer to die when it’s time to have you buy a new one. It is why supermarkets that use digital price tags on their shelves can raise or lower prices on a whim, not unlike Uber’s “surge” pricing. (Such an easy way to raise prices on staples like milk, water, and toilet paper minutes after weather forecasters announce the possibility of a big winter storm!)

Digital price tags look like this.

By now, perhaps you are wondering why you would ever want to read this book. I assure you that there is hope: when Adobe, the design software giant, thought they could steal their subscribers’ work to train AI, designers switched to rival software in such numbers that Adobe backed down. A similar fracas ensued when Unity, a provider of software used by millions of independent digital game developers worldwide to create 3D video effects, demanded a royalty each time these designers’ games—which Unity did not create—was downloaded by the end user. Game designers rebelled, and Unity’s board booted the executives who had created such an embarrassing public spectacle for the firm. Doctorow assures us that, at least in Europe, legislators are fighting monopolies that lead inevitably to such outrageous expressions of capitalism. (US legislators pioneered such laws, but apparently cannot be bothered to enforce them.) Lastly, Doctorow notes with some glee that underground software designers are hard at work creating freeware to circumvent how ’Zon tracks its drivers.

By the time these anecdotes arrive, at the end of the book, each comeuppance feels like sweet, sweet karma. They are a reminder that the digital products, the underlying mechanisms, are not the problem. It’s the cynical human profit motive that perverts them. 

While reading Enshittification, I was reminded of the time I ran into a sales clerk taking a smoke break outside her place of employment, the local Best Buy, the US’s largest brick-and-mortar retailer of consumer electronics.

I introduced myself and reminded her that she was the person who had helped us pick out the washer, dryer, and range we bought when we first moved into our new house.

She puffed away and smiled. “How are they holding up?”

Fine, I said, but why did she ask?

“Used to be, you’d buy one of those things and they’d last forever. I knew when they started rolling out washing machines with… motherboards that they wouldn’t last. Fridges too. We never got claims on the old ones.” She paused. “Did you get the extended warranty, hon?”

* * *

See you in three weeks!

— Joe

josephdagnese.com

22 January 2026

"We Hold These Truths To Be Self-Evident"...


Some things never change...  

I clearly remember the assassination of JFK in 1963, especially the shock and the tears, the flags at half mast, and the endless television coverage, so that we all got to see quite clearly when Jack Ruby ran up to and shot Lee Harvey Oswald to death and the two detectives escorting Oswald simply made a lot of faces while it happened.  Nobody stopped Ruby or even tried.  Even as a child, it occurred to me that someone might not have wanted all the evidence to come out.

Things got worse.  Vietnam was going on, nightly on TV.  The My Lai massacre:


  • Võ Suu's photo of the Saigon execution of a Viet Cong leader.  
  • Buddhist monks burning themselves to death in protest, and the nightly battles and death counts on TV. 
  • 1968, the Battle of Bến Tre, "We had to destroy the village in order to save it."  
  • The 1970s, the little Vietnamese girl running naked and screaming down the road because the napalm had burned all her clothing off of her.  

Vietnam had the 4th highest death toll in US war history.  Not to mention the troops who came back with PTSD, permanent mental and physical wounds, and addictions like you wouldn't believe.  Nightmares every night…

Vietnam Veterans Against the War (VVAW) 
demonstration during the 1976 US Bicentennial 
celebration in Philadelphia

And back at home, Birmingham's Bull Connor unleashing firehoses and police dogs on protesters: 


http://apushcanvas.pbworks.com/w/page/125950658/Birmingham%201963

And the pictures of the aftermath the Birmingham 16th Street Baptist Church bombing, in which these four little black girls were killed. 
BTW, the FBI did do an investigation into that bombing, and came up with the names of four white KKK men who committed the crime.  J. Edgar Hoover  promptly blocked any impending federal prosecutions against the suspects, refused to disclose any evidence his agents had obtained with state or federal prosecutors, and then sealed the records in 1968. The files weren't reopened until 1977, when the first conviction was made by Alabama AG Bill Baxley.  The other three were tried by Federal Attorney Doug Jones in 2001 and 2002.  Justice can take a long, long time.*

1968 was a hard year.  Besides Vietnam, Robert F. Kennedy Sr. and Martin Luther King, Jr. were both assassinated, followed by the incredible amount of police violence at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago.  And it wasn't just the police:  Mayor Robert Daly, who ran Chicago with a strangulating hand, had 12,000 police, 5,000 National Guardsmen, and 7,500 regular army troops out in the streets, and he unleashed them to do anything they wanted. And they did. There were protesters rioting, but even the news said the police were rioting, too. A very young Dan Rather got sucker punched and dragged by security guards on the floor of the Convention.  (Link)  To which Walter Cronkite tersely replied, "I think we've got a bunch of thugs here, Dan."

And then on May 4, 1970, when the National Guard shot four students dead at Kent State in Ohio.  Four unarmed students, two of whom were walking to class, nine wounded, all unarmed…

"I survived the Kent State shootings. 
Why use force against college protests?"

The lies:  
  • The chief military officer of the National Guard claimed that there had been a sniper firing on them, which is why they retaliated. 
  • The guardsmen claimed they feared for their lives, but none of the students had weapons, and none of them were closer to the guardsmen than 71 feet. 
  • Someone gave the order to fire.
  • Initial newspaper reports had inaccurately stated that several National Guard members had been killed or seriously injured. 
A subsequent FBI investigation concluded that the Guard was not under fire and that the guardsmen fired the first shots. And while many guardsmen claimed to have been hit by stones that were pelted at them by protesters, only one Guardsman, Sgt. Lawrence Shafer, was injured enough to require medical treatment (he received a sling for his badly bruised arm and was given pain medication). In 1986, Shafer identified the person that he shot as student Joseph Lewis. Shafer nailed Lewis in his gut and in his leg.  

Kent State Victims
  • Allison Beth Krause: A 19-year-old freshman from Pittsburgh, PA, she was participating in the protest and was shot in the chest.
  • Jeffrey Glenn Miller: A 20-year-old sophomore from Plainview, NY, he was participating in the protest and was shot in the mouth.
  • Sandra Lee Scheuer: A 20-year-old honors junior from Youngstown, OH, she was walking to class and was shot in the neck.
  • William Knox Schroeder: A 19-year-old sophomore from Lorain, OH, he was an ROTC student walking to class and was shot in the chest/back.
Nine other students were wounded during the shooting. They were:
  • Alan Michael Canfora: A junior who was hit in the right wrist.
  • John R. Cleary: A freshman who was hit in the upper left chest.
  • Thomas Mark Grace: A sophomore who was hit in his left ankle.
  • Dean R. Kahler: A freshman who was shot in the back and permanently paralyzed from waist down.
  • Joseph Lewis Jr.: A freshman who was hit twice, in the right abdomen and lower left leg.
  • Donald Scott MacKenzie: A student who received a neck wound.
  • Matthew J. McManus: A student (listed in one snippet, but specific wound details are limited).
  • James Dennis Russell: A senior who was hit in his right thigh and grazed on his right forehead.
  • Robert Follis Stamps: A sophomore who was hit in his right buttock.
"Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been gone long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?"
— "Four Dead In Ohio", Neil Young

"Afterwards a Gallup Poll showed that 58 percent of respondents blamed the students, 11 percent blamed the National Guard, and 31 percent expressed no opinion."  (LINK)  

None of this stopped me from joining in a couple of anti-Vietnam War protests.  But I knew what the risks were.  I still know what the risks are.  I just have too much arthritis to get out there.  

Meanwhile:  On social media, and this is a direct quote:  "Well, yeah, you can assemble peacefully but you can't protest!  Protest is unconstitutional!"  

Oh, p*** off.  Protest is not only constitutional, but it's the foundation of this country.  What do they think the Boston Tea Party was?  And I'll bet they never heard of the Boston Massacre, the Pine Tree Riot or the First Continental Congress which basically told the British Crown to go stuff itself.  

And the Declaration of Independence is a supremely radical manifesto saying:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.—That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,—That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."  READ THAT CAREFULLY.

BTW, also in the Declaration of Independence is summary from "The Crimes of the King":
  • "He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws of Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migration hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
  • He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.
  • He has made judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
  • He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our People, and eat out their substance.
  • He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
  • He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.
  • He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended legislation:
  • For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
  • For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from Punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
  • For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
  • For imposing taxes on us without our Consent:
  • For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
  • For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:"
Read the whole Declaration of Independence HERE.  It's worth a careful read.  Our Founding Fathers were, by the standards of their day and apparently ours, radical.  

Meanwhile:


The (hopefully) good thing that's happened out of this is that ICE Agents have received updates on what is and what is NOT legal procedure  (LINK):





 



****************** NEWS ALERT UPDATE *********************

"ICE memo allows agents to enter homes 
without judge’s warrant, legal group says"

"The memo, allegedly signed by Todd M. Lyons, acting director of ICE, tells personnel that they only require a Form I-205 to force entry into a private residence. A Form I-205 is signed by an immigration enforcement official and authorizes an arrest following a final order of removal, which is typically issued by an immigration judge.
The whistleblowers believe new ICE recruits have been directed to follow this policy “while disregarding written course material instructing the opposite,” the disclosure says.  
They were aware of multiple DHS employees who had faced retaliation for expressing concerns about the memo and one instructor who resigned rather than teach it, it says." (LINK)  



* Doug Jones is currently running for Governor of Alabama. God bless you, Mr. Jones.

21 January 2026

Circle of Treason


Aldrich Ames died the week before last, and I hope he’s rotting in Hell. For those of you who don’t know who Ames was, he was a career CIA guy who sold out to the Russians late in his tenure, and the dozen or more assets he gave up to KGB were executed. He did it for the money.

I wrote about him, and CIA’s internal manhunt, in a recent Substack column, linked below.

A chronology of what he did and how they caught him, and the poisonous legacy he left.

https://gatesd.substack.com/p/rock-paper-scissors

The story of the counterintelligence team’s mole hunt is very well told by Sandy Grimes and Jeanne Vertefeuille in their book, Circle of Treason.

Grimes and Vertefeuille were the lead investigators on the case, having worked together in the Soviet/Eastern Europe Division. They were well aware Moscow was rolling up CIA assets at a blistering pace, and their job was to plug the leak.

This, in itself, is fascinating inside baseball, at least for a spy groupie like me, but a couple of things stand out particularly.

One is that Ames was so careless. He was profligate with money, and tracking the cash is how Grimes eventually put him in the headlights. He was tripped up by his own arrogance. Another detail that caught my eye is that, at one point, Ames suggested to KGB that they could frame Jeanne Vertefeuille as the double agent. They’d given up Edward Lee Howard, a couple of years before, to protect Ames, but in that instance, Howard had already been burned.

What was attractive in making Vertefeuille the patsy was that because she worked in counterintelligence, she had access to secure, compartmentalized materials, and there was a certain circular logic to pinning it on her, the spy-hunter being the spy. At the least, it would sow doubts, and compromise her investigation. If later on, she accused Ames, it would look like sour grapes.

L. to R: Sandy Grimes, Paul Redmond,
Jeanne Vertefeuille, Diana Worthen, Dan Payne

If you remember, in le Carré’s novel Tinker, Tailor – spoiler alert - one the central narrative conceits is that Karla has instructed Bill Haydon to beguile George Smiley’s wife Ann into the sack (not that it takes much), so that George’s credibility is fatally weakened.

Karla knows Smiley is the chief threat to his mole inside the Circus, the canniest, most deliberate, and least assuming of Control’s senior deputies. But if Smiley were to suspect Haydon, and pursue it, he’d be accused of nursing a grudge, his suspicions dismissed as personal enmity.

This, to me, is an interesting meta synchronicity.

Not so much life imitating art, as that it’s so oddly private a gesture. It’s a recurring theme, in all of le Carré’s books, that the most personal, secret undercurrents are a malleable resource, to be manipulated, and put to use. Charlie, in The Little Drummer Girl, is an empty vessel, a mirror of desire, but she’s not allowed her own privacy, she can’t keep anything hidden from her handlers. Karla, in the end, gives himself up to Smiley – spoiler alert, again – but the leverage Smiley uses is the safety of the guy’s crazy daughter, whose life in a state facility would be unspeakable. (And in a twist of the knife, when they meet, Karla drops a cigarette lighter inscribed, from Ann, at Smiley’s feet, the same lighter George had handed him in a cell, twenty years before.) The most directly personal of the novels, from le Carré’s own point of view, and by his own admission, is A Perfect Spy, a brutal portrait of his dad, Ronnie. The hero of the book, Magnus, is a trickster, a shape-shifter, who can’t accommodate all the different shapes and faces and suits he’s worn, the only way he can represent himself to the world, all of them convincing, none of them authentic. Magnus is, perhaps, an avatar of the author, who was known to disguise himself.

I’m not suggesting Aldrich Ames was in any way interesting enough, or had the depth of character, to be reflective, or self-aware.

I just don’t credit him with the imagination. But like many narcissists, he would have thought he was the hero of his own movie. Trying to shift the blame for his criminal delinquency to Jeanne Vertefeuille has elements of dramatic irony, and maybe he saw it as a cute plot twist, but I don’t think he gave it all that much thought. It was just another throw of the dice.

We want, sometimes, to imbue these people with more class or grace than they deserve. Billy the Kid was morally vacant, and probably a mental defective. The romance is all in the telling. Ames is a generic cheap date, his soul for sale, and the Devil already has buyer’s remorse.

20 January 2026

Playing Defense


The American legal system had an anniversary last week. The case merits a moment's reflection.

On the night of June 3rd, 1961, someone forced the front door of the Bay Harbor Pool Room in Panama City, Florida. The assailant entered the closed establishment, smashed a cigarette machine and a record player, and stole money from the cash register.

The local police investigated the burglary. An eyewitness, Henry Cook, reported seeing Clarence Earl Gideon at 5:30 am on the morning of the burglary, leaving the pool hall with change in his pocket and a wine bottle and a Coca-Cola in his hands. The police arrested Gideon and charged him with breaking and entering with intent to commit petty larceny. The burglary was a felony under Florida law.

Appearing before the judge without funds or an attorney, Gideon asked the court to appoint counsel for him. The judge ruled:

“Mr. Gideon, I am sorry, but I cannot appoint Counsel to represent you in this case. Under the laws of the State of Florida, the only time the Court can appoint Counsel to represent a Defendant is when that person is charged with a capital offense. I am sorry, but I will have to deny your request to appoint Counsel to defend you in this case.”

Clarence Gideon had an eighth-grade education. He ran away from home while he was in middle school. Drifting through life, Gideon spent time in and out of jail. Forced to represent himself at trial, Gideon did the best he could. He made an opening statement, cross-examined the government’s witnesses, presented witnesses on his own behalf, declined to testify in his own defense, and made a short final argument. Despite his efforts, the jury convicted Gideon. He was sentenced to five years in the state penitentiary. He petitioned the Florida Supreme Court for relief, claiming that his Sixth Amendment rights had been violated. The court denied his habeas corpus plea. Later, from his cell at Raiford State Prison, Clarence Gideon appealed to the United States Supreme Court. The petition, handwritten in pencil on prison stationery, again argued that he had been denied his Sixth Amendment rights and that those rights applied to Florida under the Fourteenth Amendment.

Petitioners flood the US Supreme Court with requests for relief. Rejection is the norm. From the stacks of petitions, however, the Court accepted Clarence Gideon’s crude plea. The justices appointed Abe Fortas, a future member of the US Supreme Court, to argue the case on Gideon’s behalf. On January 15th, 1963, he appeared. (Yep, there’s our anniversary.)

Among other points, Fortas stated the common understanding within the legal community. The first thing a lawyer does when accused of wrongdoing is hire an attorney. If licensed members of the bar need an attorney to represent them in legal proceedings, he argued, how much greater the need for a man without a legal education, or any education?

Eight weeks after the January arguments, the Supreme Court returned its decision. On March 18th, 1963, the court unanimously ruled that an indigent defendant’s right to the assistance of counsel is essential to a fair trial.  They overturned Gideon’s conviction as a violation of the Fourteenth Amendment.

Florida retried Gideon in August 1963. Gideon appeared with his appointed counsel. His lawyer undermined Henry Cook's testimony, suggesting that he had been the lookout for the actual burglars. He also located the cab driver who had driven Gideon from the area that morning. His testimony established that Gideon carried neither a wine bottle nor a Coca-Cola. The second jury acquitted Clarence Earl Gideon.

In the Supreme Court decision, Justice Hugo Black wrote, “reason and reflection, require us to recognize that, in our adversary system of criminal justice, any person haled into court, who is too poor to hire a lawyer, cannot be assured a fair trial unless counsel is provided for him. This seems to us to be an obvious truth.” Sixty years later, we take the right to counsel as automatic. Inside the courthouse, we tend to look a little strangely at defendants who do not exercise their right to counsel.  

The Gideon decision only extended to felony offenses. In 1979, the Supreme Court ruled that a defendant was entitled to counsel whenever incarceration was an authorized penalty. Scott v. Illinois extended the right to misdemeanors above the level of citations.

The case altered the legal and literary landscape. Among other changes, the public defender has become a writing and cinematic trope. The lawyers may be portrayed as heroes, villains, plea-machines, or crusaders. They may be lazy, overburdened, cynical, naive, or zealous. Henry Fonda played Clarence Gideon in the movie, Gideon’s Trumpet

From the standpoint of public policy, every taxpayer should be aware of the impact of the Gideon decision on criminal court budgets. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas is. He criticized Gideon in a 2018 decision, Garza v. Idaho, noting in part the budgetary impact of providing defense counsel. Line-item budget analysis, however, may not account for the full social impact of court appointed attorneys. Humanity suffers if defendants lack representation when accused of a crime. One Clarence might explain those costs to the other.

Until next time. 

19 January 2026

Bill Crider Rides Again


Bill Crider
Bill Crider

Having a few health issues in recent months like throwing arterial fibrillations aka AFibs and finally had ablation surgery to get my heart back to more normal, I've been rereading some favorite authors. One of my all time favs was Bill Crider, and not just because Bill and his wife, Judy were Texans who also became close friends to both Elmer Grape and I for many years, but I personally am in love with Blacklin County, Sherrif Dan Rhodes. Growing up in Post, Texas where the Garza County Sheriff was our major law enforcement officer I could definitely relate to Rhodes. When Elmer and I opened our bookstore, Mysteries & More in Austin, Bill was our Grand Opening Event Signing Author. Then every time he had a new book come out, we invited to him come up fron their home in nearby Houston for a signing. July always came, too.

Bill also wrote everything from PIs to Westerns and Sci-fi to a College prof series and even a kid's book. He also wrote a jillion words in short stories published in countless magazines and anthologies. Bill once suggested he and I change our name to Minny Moore because we invaribly were both in the anthologies with big Name Authors, "Bill Doe or Jan Doe" would be named on the book's all impoetand FRONT cover then that next line always stating "with Many More." Then Crider and Grape were named on the back cover.

Angela Crider Neary
Angela Crider Neary

The Criders had two children, now adult, Angela and Allen, I'd briefly met them but not until Judy's death did I begin a friendship with, daughter Angela, who came to Texas fairly often, looking in on Bill.

Since Bill's passing, my friendship with Angela has grown. I also claim her hubby, Tom Neary as one of my sons by another mother.

Angela had recently written to me that Bill's Sheriff books were being repackaged and I said "This is something I must learn more about and need to publicize. SleuthSayers is the perfect vehicle for me to do that.

JG: First Angela, please tell me about you and your family and writing background:

ACN: Angela Crider Neary was born in Texas to Bill and Judy Crider and currently lives in the California Wine Country with her husband, Tom Neary, and their extremely spoiled cat, Roxie.

I've been an attorney for 30+ years was inspired to write my first mystery novella about a cat detective who fancies himself to be the Sam Spade of cats, LI’L TOM AND THE PUSSYFOOT DETECTIVE BUREAU (THE CASE OF THE PARROTS DESAPARECIDOS), set in one of my favorite areas in San Francisco, Telegraph Hill (and, of course, inspired by having a dad for a writer!) The second book in the series is LI’L TOM AND THE PUSSYFOOT DETECTIVE BUREAU (THE CASE OF THE NEW YEAR'S DRAGON). The books can be enjoyed by ages ranging from 10 to100.

JG: Angela's also written short stories appearing in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Bouchercon Anthology, and in Down & Out Books. See her Amazon Author Page for more information.

Angela and Tom are focusing on maintaining her father, Bill Crider’s, literary legacy by ensuring that his works are updated and available for both new and old readers to enjoy.

JG: Explain what you mean that's new about Bill's books?

ACN: In updating the Sheriff Dan Rhodes series, which includes 25 novels about a laid-back lawman in a small Texas town who solves crimes with humor and insight into human nature they've begun refreshing the series with a "mobile-first design" that features new covers, ebooks, and audio books, with a new release planned for every 4-6 weeks. https://www.sheriffdanrhodes.com/. You can find out more about the refresh here: https://www.sheriffdanrhodes.com/new

Additionally, the eBooks now have individual detail pages with links to all the places where they are available.

For example:

TOO LATE TO DIE (book 1 of 25)

https://www.sheriffdanrhodes.com/read/1

To change the link to another book, just change the number on the end of the link. Above the number is 1 for book 1.

SHOTGUN SATURDAY NIGHT (book 2 of 25)

https://www.sheriffdanrhodes.com/read/2

For book 2, just replace the 1 with a 2.

These web pages have sub-links to all the available places to find the eBooks: Apple, Amazon, Kobo, B&N, etc. Web pages for the entire series also feature:

  • Book-Links to All Available Retailers
  • Concise “1-line” Book Summaries
  • Book Summaries
  • Editorial Reviews (praise for Bill Crider)

This project is close to their hearts and they hope readers will continue to enjoy the series for many years to come.

cat book cover
cat book cover
cat book cover

JG: As a kid did you realize what Bill did? Teacher and writer?? Did either one determine your path?

Growing up, Angela was always surrounded by books due to her dad’s collecting addiction and she has been an avid fiction reader all her life. Some of her most indelible memories are of spending hours upon end in used bookstores with dad while he browsed the shelves. From a young age, I was aware my father was an English professor. My brother, Allen and I would sometimes accompany him to his office in the “Old Main” building at Howard Payne University that seemed to our young minds more like a haunted house than a university campus administration building, with its Romanesque architecture, rounded arches, towers, and stonework. Her father would take Allen and I swimming in the university dorm swimming pool and to HPU Yellowjacket football games.

Regarding his writing career, Bill said in the Acknowledgements for his last Sheriff Dan Rhodes book that his daughter and son, Allen, “had to put up with a father who often sat behind closed doors in the evening instead of watching TV or playing board games with the family. They never complained maybe they were just glad to get rid of me for a while. But I like to think they understood what I was doing and forgave my absence.”

While Angela remembers him sequestering himself in his office to write, she never felt as if he was gone for too long or that he didn’t spend enough time with his wife and kids. He managed to carefully balance and accomplish both writing and time with friends and family.

JG: I mean this as a compliment, but know I'm not the only one to sense this Texas sheriff's character being this, "Aw shucks ma'am. It weren't nothin'," as Rhodes kinda digs his boot toe into the dirt. I think Bill even says those words in his first book. Was that part of Bill's actual nature or did he deliberately create this persona?

ACN: I never asked Dad about the inspiration for the Sheriff Dan Rhodes or his persona. I believe this is because when I read the books, I really do always pictures Rhodes as having a personality and nature similar to my father. Bill may not have intended to base the Sheriff Dan Rhodes character on his own characteristics, but it may have been a natural outgrowth of his disposition and how he viewed the world. Dad grew up in a small town and raised his kids in one, too, so I always pictures these locales while reading the Sheriff Dan Rhodes books, although Clearview Texas, where Rhodes is the sheriff, is a fictional town.

JG note: I hope all y'all enjoyed reading this update but must remind you I have about the same cyber smarts as a west texas horned toad or perhaps an armadillo. If you have technology how-to questions, don't ask me.