In which I may be funny in Britain
I just discovered that I am nominated for a Crimefest award! Crimefest is a mystery convention in the UK, and they only give two awards, one of which is the Last Laugh Award for humorous crime novel. Silent in the Grave is up against books written by the likes of Ruth Edwards and Donald Westlake, so I am having a serious swoon here. (And if Crimefest did not conflict with my daughter's very important end-of-school ceremony, I would have my happy self on a plane to Bristol, no doubt about it.)
I have been thrilled at every nomination I've gotten. After fourteen years of rejection, I will take as much approbation as people care to toss my way. This one feels a little extra special though, because it's given by the British for being funny. I have always said that the British are the funniest people in the world. To me, wit is an essential component of humor, and the British have that in spades. So, being recognized for humor by the British is rather like having the French tell you they think you're chic and would love to borrow your dress. Very nice indeed!
