You’ll notice over in the News section that Mrs. Whitean Edgar-winning pseudonymous thriller I wrote with my brother Laurence  — is headed for e-book re-publication at  I hope some of you will check out the site, where some of my old, pseudonymous and out-of-print books are being made available again in E-Book form along with those of some very distinguished others.

If you’re a fan of my thrillers for adults, I think I can say without blushing that the old ones are worth checking out. For instance, The Rainalso an Edgar winner — holds up well as an old-fashioned detective story, and also gives some hint of where the protagonist and newspaper setting of True Crime came from. I consider it the best of the four-book John Wells series I wrote as Keith Peterson, although it was another in the series, Rough Justice, that sold to the movies. It was meant to become a Sally Field vehicle but it never made it to the screen.

A book that may make it to the screen yet is Animal Hour. I hope to have more news on that soon, but in the meantime the novel is also available at I admit it’s a novel I would’ve written much differently today (my screenplay incorporates those changes) but I think it’s got some very original stuff in it and it’s worth looking at.

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  • Mara Salter Brill

    Dear Mr. Klavan,
      I am a 53 year old Mom, my husband and I have raised three boys. My middle son is in a play in NY now, Tribes. I am writing to you because your Gary Carter piece spoke eloquently and touchingly to me. I never thought I would be a mother and I never thought I would come to really believe in a higher power. I should have been a professional athlete but I had my demons and my father who apprenticed with Frank Lloyd Wright died of Leukemia when I was seven and being raised Unitarian. Our life was fantastic until he died, at least I thought it was and I kept looking for him everywhere and in everything. A friend of mine took me to Taliesen West and I happened to pick up a book and flipping through the pages I found my dad working on the site. It made me feel as if a piece of my puzzle was found and Taliesen was so much like home. There was no money when my father died, struggling is what I felt I saw my mother do everyday and so my life was to make her life easier, hence the feeling that I would never leave her to marry or have my own life…luckily she remarried three times, moving with in the same town each time. when I really learned about god I felt he should apologize to me. I turned to Poetry to share feelings that I didn’t think anyone else experienced. I survived my anxieties and agoraphobia and OCD but still I started down the dark road when my youngest son was in Elementary school.I threw myself into horses , gymnastics , writing and running but I was always running away from my fear, if she died I would cease to exist. Well I have now raised three boys and I now have an auto immune disease that hardly anyone has heard of and it is controlled by chemo meds, you wouldn’t know it to see me but my body attacks my muscles. My Mother now in a home with Alzheimer’s thank goodness never had to watch me go through this. Pain is an everyday occurrence for me however my age and time has started to heal the vicious wounds that no one saw when I was so young that actually helped me to be who I am today. 
    I called my brother four years older and a baseball fanatic and he and I were saddened by such a young death. My husband saw your story(we are out in CA) and I am so glad he did, I connect to people with tragedy because it is what I know but I have to work sometimes at letting go and being happy, maybe instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop, I’ll catch it and throw it back, just like a fish. The demons will live on but I can handle them differently if I allow myself the grace of letting go and letting god. (I would have never said that years ago) I still can have a major set back, I seem to be stronger after each time.
    Thank you for your article and I really wish I could write and am happy that you do!
    Mara Brill