Love That Dirty Water
I’ve been a fan of detective novels and murder mysteries for
years, from Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler to Patricia Cornwell and
Jeffery Deaver but in all those years, I’d never had the opportunity to read
one before publication.
Sox fan Jere Smith (of Red Sox Fan From Pinstripe Territory) provided a number of his fellow bloggers with advanced
copies of Dirty Water, a novel he co-authored with Mary Ann Tirone-Smith, with
a request that we write a review, so here goes.
Set against the backdrop of last year’s pennant race, the novel exposes the
murky world of avaricious sports agents and the even deadlier world of
An infant is abandoned in the Red Sox club house early on game day. The baby’s
unfortunate young mother is discovered murdered in the Back Bay Fens in sight of Fenway
Park. A young ball player goes
missing. The Boston PD enlist the aid of the blogging community to help unravel
The plot skilfully blends real-world characters (David Ortiz, Jason Varitek)
and places in Boston, barely-disguised blog commenters (sadly not including
your Antipodean correspondent) and entirely fictional characters (Rocky Patel
the Gujarati Boston PD detective and the Mexican-American family at the centre
of the mystery).
As you may have gathered, I really enjoyed the read and would recommend it to anyone. I’ve already decided that my next pilgrimage to Fenway
Park might well include a stay at
the Edgerly Road B&B (the Oasis Guest House if I’m not mistaken).
The book’s official publication date is September 1st in the
US. God knows when
it’ll be available in New Zealand!
Dirty Water by Mary Ann TironeSmith and
Jere Smith is published by Hall of Fame Press. ISBN: 978-09776240-2-7
You can buy it on Amazon, here: http://tinyurl.com/57spol
On an entirely personal note, I found reading a pre-publication
bound galley proof interesting. While I was out of work a couple of years ago,
I took a course in proofreading and I found myself spotting some things which I
hope don’t make it into print (the reference to square acres and the inversion
of the West Coast/East Coast time difference: lunchtime in Boston isn’t late
afternoon in LA).