The nature of modern warfare, modern espionage, is that it has truly become global – there is no one front, it’s all the front. In the same way that terrorism and organized crime have synthesized into one organism, we’re seeing the same in regard to military and espionage operations. To depict that, the whole world had to be open for play.— Greg Rucka talks to The Reading Room about widening the scope of Jad Bell’s world in his new novel, Bravo. (via mulhollandbooks)
The man was a giant until two years ago, when his back started hurting on a trip with his grandson to Europe. He’d had other issues with his health — knees that didn’t work right because of football played for the University of California at Berkeley; a heart defect that kept his pulse rate so low he could down a double espresso and not hit 30 bpm. But the knees had been replaced, and the pacemaker had brought his heart rate up, and he was still a giant.
He was a giant not because he was a big man (though he was, he was towering, he had been a linebacker for a reason). Not that he was a smart man, though in his field he became a pioneer, and this after scoring “lower than a monkey” on his application to law school. He had dyslexia, and he only worked harder as a result.
He was a giant because he was a good man. He was the best man I have ever known. His empathy was enormous, his compassion even greater, so much so that people came to him from thousands of miles away to seek his help and his counsel. His kindness bred loyalty, and there are people today who practice his kind of law because of what they heard him say when they were young, because of what they saw him do when others were in need. He met presidents and luminaries and other people who are called “great” and none of those things impressed him, but they perhaps marked the edges of everything that made him stand so tall, that made him a beacon.
I am not a giant. I do not know how to be a giant. I am not strong enough, or smart enough, or wise enough, or kind enough, or good enough. My whole life I have stood in the giant’s shadow, and I know that for many that would be a place they wished to escape, but never once did I want to leave his side, that shelter, that home. He was my hero.
My father left us this morning.
He leaves behind a family that adored him as much as he adored us.
I am going to miss him so much.
For the rest of my life, I am going to miss him.
My new novel, BRAVO, came out this past Tuesday and is now available everywhere books are sold, except, apparently, via Amazon, because I am a Hachette author, and Amazon and Hachette are at war.
Be that as it may, the book is out and it is available in both hardcover and various electronic formats from a long list of retailers. If you’d like a personalized, signed copy and cannot attend any of the signing events I’ve blogged about, I urge you to take a look at this post, and contact Seattle Mystery Bookshop, where I’ll be signing on 2 August.
Before I sat down to write BRAVO, I wrote a short-story that was half-character study and half in service of a very good cause, that of supporting the Muskego Public Library. The short story in question, “The End is Never Pretty,” was first published in Murder and Mayhem in Muskego, edited by Jon and Ruth Jordan of Crimespree Magazine.
The story is part of the “Bell canon,” though it is not itself a story about Jad Bell at all, but rather about Petra Nessuno, who plays a very large and very crucial part in the new novel. Petra herself recounts a somewhat edited version of this story to Bell in the course of BRAVO. The story served as the introduction of Petra and Heath both, as well as an explanation as to how Petra ends up where she is at the start of the novel. It is by no means required reading to enjoy BRAVO, but it certainly is, as they say, “value added content.”
Hope you enjoy it!
Kill yourself.— Anonymous