Crime writers, there's a new sheriff in town

Just when I thought it was safe to put my long-delayed book on the front burner, comes this devasting news: J.K. Rowling is writing a crime novel. This information comes to the Washington Post by way of Ian Rankin, who said his wife spotted Rowling at work on the new project in Edinburgh.

"It is great that she has not abandoned writing or Edinburgh cafes," said Rankin, barely concealing his own fear.

Talk about bad timing. At this point Rowling could pen 900 pages of bad haiku and sell a million copies -- why must she suck all the air out of crime-fiction manor just when I'm trying to break in? (Yes, in answer to your next question: It is all about me.)

(UPDATE: Turns out Ian Rankin was having us on. Those crazy Scots. Here's what J.K. Rowling is really working on.)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Well, apparently and sadly, it turned out that Rankin was joking. But JKR does cover the crime genre pretty well in her books (along with several others) so that's OK, and she's left the coast clear for your maesterwork ;-)
August 20, 2007 at 3:21 PM
Dave Knadler said…
He was joking? Really? I've not heard that. Trying to check it out, I did find this amusing link:

http://www.thespoof.com/news/spoof.cfm?headline=s4i23561
August 20, 2007 at 6:17 PM
Dave Knadler said…
All becomes clear. Thanks.
August 21, 2007 at 9:49 AM
Peter Rozovsky said…
Yeah, Rankin has already started some gentle media bashing now that word has gotten out that he was joking. Perhaps JKR will wind up writing a crime novel after all, and Rankin will add media manipulator to his already impressive list of accomplishments.
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