David Ulin, I hear, does not like the crime and mystery fiction genre. So natch, today the local book review features the recently departed Donald Westlake as though they really cared. Of course, it's nicer to be featured whilst quick; of course, it's better to write a swansong before the bird flies south.
The continent's four or five top mystery scribes all live in LA. As Kevin notes, the NYT even located a live and kicking one today in Echo Park. With this glorious environment for mayhem, wherefore the dearth of living and breathing crime and mystery reviews at the Times? Some scribes I know are asking.