His new thriller is Broken Promise, the first of three linked novels about his fictional upstate New York town, Promise Falls.
A couple of weeks ago I asked Barclay about what he was reading. His reply:
I’ve just finished Nick’s Trip, one of George Pelecanos’ earlier novels. I’m a big Pelecanos fan, particularly his recent books about Spero Lucas, but I realized Nick’s Trip was one that I’d missed. It’s a good, solid read. One of the early chapters, about a wild, reckless, drug- and alcohol-induced trip Nick takes with a friend, is practically a novel in itself.Visit Linwood Barclay's website.
Now I can dive back into the just-released Meanwhile There Are Letters, a fascinating book of correspondence between writers Ross Macdonald and Eudora Welty, edited by Tom Nolan and Suzanne Marrs. No writer had a greater impact on me than Macdonald, whose Lew Archer novels I discovered when I was in my teens. I myself have a number of letters from Macdonald, with whom I corresponded in my twenties. The letters between him and Welty — they had a tremendous admiration of each other’s work — sheds light on their creative process, but more than that, it’s really a kind of love affair. Although they only met in person a couple of times, the connection they make with one another through their letters is something very special.
As always, there is a stack of books waiting for me on the bedside table. I’m slowly working my way through Ian Fleming’s James Bond novels, which I haven’t read since I was in my teens. There’s a collection of Elmore Leonard short stories, the latest Walter Mosley, Lisa Gardner’s Crash & Burn, and a reissued Travis McGee novel by John D. MacDonald that I am throwing into my bag when I leave for my U.S. book tour.
So many books, so little time.