15 April 2015
Incident on the CTA
And as a crime writer, naturally I was wondering what happened to the poor soul. Another story I will never know the end of. None of my business, I know.
"Yeah I'm on the Blue Line. Meet me at Addison. I had to take the train cause the law was circling around. I'm at Addison. I'm getting off. Meet me here."
And off he went.
Oddly enough, my first thought was not writerly, i.e, why is he running from the cops? It was readerly: If this was Detroit I would think I was in an Elmore Leonard novel Boston: obviously George V. Higgins. But who writes books from the criminal's point of view, set in Chicago? Brian suggested Sean Chercover, but I have not had the pleasure.
My second thought was: Maybe this was that guy's elevator story. If you aren't familiar with the concept, watch Peter Bogdonavich retelling what happened after he interviewed Alfred Hitchcock in a hotel in New York City.
After that, I admit I started thinking like a writer. But I felt I didn't have enough background to build a story about it. On the other hand, my friend Andi Mahala Schechter promptly suggested he was dropping off a ransom payment. I dunno. Felt like he more sinister than that. My sister Joann Scanlon asked if I called the police. And told them what, I replied.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, and I'm okay with that. Have you ever felt like you walked into a novel? By whom?