I love Robert Crais
Dec. 16th, 2008 03:21 pmHe's my favorite author, have all his books, etc etc. I'm on the mailing list for his website and they sent out a little blurb exclusive that's a conversation he has with his main character - Elvis Cole, World's Greatest Detective. It's so something I would do, something I totally identify with.
Here's a little blurb:
“You keep saying I’m fictional. Has it occurred to you, maybe I’m real and you’re the fiction?” [Cole said.]
“It’s my name on the books.”
“Uh-huh. So if I’m just something you imagined, and here you are talking to me, maybe you’re crazy.”
What can you say to something like that?
Cole said, “Maybe you’re a figment of my need to be chronicled. Maybe I’m writing books about a guy who writes books about a private investigator.”
“Who would write about a guy who spends all day typing? Talk about yawn.”
“You joke about me calling myself the World’s Greatest Detective. Maybe I’m not joking. Maybe I need to be famous so badly I’ve imagined there’s a guy writing books about me and that guy is you. Think about it.”
Cole will say things like this with a straight face.
I said, “Elvis Cole, Mentally Ill Detective?”
“I can’t believe people think you look like me.”
“Listen. Let’s start back. My legs.”
Los Angeles spread out before us in all directions as far as we could see. Down below, other hikers were coming up the trail. We made our way back through brush that was dry and brittle from the heat. I looked for Pike, thinking he might be watching us, but I did not see him.
Cole said, “You think I could have a few extra games this year?”
I knew it. He’s like that.
Y'all should look him up. It's good stuff.
Here's a little blurb:
“You keep saying I’m fictional. Has it occurred to you, maybe I’m real and you’re the fiction?” [Cole said.]
“It’s my name on the books.”
“Uh-huh. So if I’m just something you imagined, and here you are talking to me, maybe you’re crazy.”
What can you say to something like that?
Cole said, “Maybe you’re a figment of my need to be chronicled. Maybe I’m writing books about a guy who writes books about a private investigator.”
“Who would write about a guy who spends all day typing? Talk about yawn.”
“You joke about me calling myself the World’s Greatest Detective. Maybe I’m not joking. Maybe I need to be famous so badly I’ve imagined there’s a guy writing books about me and that guy is you. Think about it.”
Cole will say things like this with a straight face.
I said, “Elvis Cole, Mentally Ill Detective?”
“I can’t believe people think you look like me.”
“Listen. Let’s start back. My legs.”
Los Angeles spread out before us in all directions as far as we could see. Down below, other hikers were coming up the trail. We made our way back through brush that was dry and brittle from the heat. I looked for Pike, thinking he might be watching us, but I did not see him.
Cole said, “You think I could have a few extra games this year?”
I knew it. He’s like that.
Y'all should look him up. It's good stuff.