The Kings (bookstore, girlfriend, assassin)
Ah ha! The Salt Lake City penny drops!
I recently received a terrific online review from Paula Longhurst, who writes for a great little bookshop called The King’s English out of Salt Lake City.
I have not been to The King’s English. But my girlfriend, novelist Katy King, has.
I just realized that she spoke there in 2004 or 2005, just after her mystery novel, “City of Suspects,” was published. She said it was an absolute top-of-the-line bookshop: great crowd, enthusiastic readers and, all told, a wonderful experience.
More infamous, perhaps, was her flight back home to Portland. When one of the flight attendants found out Katy was a novelist doing a signing tour, she was asked to read a segment of her novel … over the P.A. system. I have photos of my girl reading to all 136 souls of a Boeing 737-600.
It’s an excellent novel. That the pilots weren’t so distracted they drove the jetliner into the Wasatch Mountains is a testament to their training.
[OK…. blog subtext: Katy was in Salt Lake City that summer. Last week she was in Nashville. This week, she’s in Omaha for a public health conference. And yes, I understand that this makes it sound as if she’s a contract assassin for an alphabet-soup agency and she uses these covers because, a) I’m not that bright and don’t ask too many questions – a good habit for the boyfriend of a hitwoman – and b) who the hell holds conferences in SLC and Nashville and Omaha in August, when it’s 100 percent humidity? Sure. I’m with you: Right this minute, she’s either leading a panel discussion on the value of high school health clinics, or she’s putting a double-tap to the back of a Syrian intelligence agent’s skull in a back alley behind The King’s English. If it’s the latter, just let me say: Sorry about that stain. I will personally fly to Salt Lake City to power-hose that out.]