Renaissance man A.C. Douglas' legion of fans can finally stop holding their breath. The critic, blogger, and longtime foe of lossy compression has finally announced the (self-)publication of his first mystery novel, A Deed of Dreadful Note--a "'cozy' mystery" starring a pair of (what else?) intellectual aesthetes. I can't quote the whole synopsis here, but here's my favorite sentence:
The execution-style killing has all the earmarks of a professional hit, and using that as his springboard and applying some imaginative thinking, Hirsch proceeds to solve the bizarre if apparently clueless murder until he's seemingly dead-ended by an inconsistency he can't resolve that threatens to consign his entire chain of inductive reasoning to the proverbial toilet.
Chain? Toilet? I'm not familiar with that proverb. But if the back cover reads like this, I can't wait to see what's on the page!