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Murder Is Academic & Murder Is Pathological

by P.M. Carlson

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Murder Is Academic by P.M. Carlson

Murder Is Academic

A finalist for the Anthony Award

Vietnam, assassinations and riots. In the spring semester of 1968, a series of brutal attacks draws campus women together to study self-defense and the psychology of rape. Graduate student Mary Beth Nelson struggles to keep the Lords of Death at bay by immersing herself in researching Mayan languages. Her new housemate, Maggie Ryan, has her own secrets. When murder strikes close to home, Maggie investigates with a little help from her friends.

“MURDER IS ACADEMIC treats violation of truth in tandem with assault and rape true violations of person, mind, and body–– and presents a cogent caesar for the inviolability both of persons and truth.”–– The Armchair Detective

Book Details:

Genre: Traditional Mystery
Published by: The Mystery Company / Crum Creek Press
Publication Date: October 2012
Number of Pages: 194
ISBN: 1932325239 (ISBN13: 9781932325232)
Series: Maggie Ryan and Nick O’Connor #2
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“Murder is Academic” by P.M. Carlson The Maggie Ryan Series #2

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Near an upstate New York university, June 1968.

She was dead now, no more threat. The murderer pushed aside the long dark hair and, very carefully, cut the triangle into the young cheek. Done. Now, walk to the car calmly, get in. Back to the highway, driving coolly, back in control again.

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The Christian conquerors teach that days don’t begin until midnight. The Maya know that it takes longer to hand over the burdens of time, and that the influence of the incoming god may begin at sunset. The day known as Monday, June 17, to those who count by the Gregorian calendar was pleasantly breezy, as befitted the Ixil 9 Iiq; but shortly after sunset it became one of the most tragic of Mary Beth’s life. A Mayan traditionalist might have attributed the change to the coming of that doubly unlucky day, 10 Aqbal.

But it had all begun quite cheerfully.

Maggie had borrowed Sue’s backpack in case Nick needed one for the picnic, and had packed her own and Mary Beth’s with the camp stove and the food. She hummed lightheartedly as she worked.

“You’re happy to see him, aren’t you?” Mary Beth had said, tightening the top of the salad dressing jar.

“Yes, but that’s only part of it,” Maggie had confessed. “It’s just good to know that’s behind me. It was a very bad time, and Nick was there. But I can see him now and just enjoy the friendship. The bad memories are there, way in the background, but the good ones are too. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It hurt quite a lot for a while.”

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Excerpt from Murder Is Academic by P.M. Carlson. Copyright © 2017 by P.M. Carlson. Reproduced with permission from P.M. Carlson. All rights reserved.


 

Murder Is Pathological by P.M. Carlson

Murder Is Pathological

It’s 1969, in a brain research lab. The exploding wastebasket is a prank, but slaughtered lab rats have graduate students Maggie Ryan, Monica Bauer and the rest of the lab on edge. Then the custodian is murdered. Maggie’s friend, actor Nick O’Connor, goes undercover to investigate, help that Maggie does not appreciate– or does she? While Nick and Maggie search for the killer, Monica struggles to connect with a Vietnam veteran with a brain injury.

“P.M. Carlson’s energetic and insightful novels are back in print — hallelujah!”–– Sara Paretsky

Book Details:

Genre: Traditional Mystery
Published by: The Mystery Company / Crum Creek Press
Publication Date: May 28th 2013
Number of Pages: 212
ISBN: 9781932325270
Series: Maggie Ryan and Nick O’Connor #3
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“Murder is Pathological” by P.M. Carlson Maggie Ryan 1969 #3

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Neurology grad student Monica Bauer helps out at nursing home, 1969.

She waited. He could not summon words at will, except for the overpractised early ones–– hello, good-bye, okay. They both waited for the disconnected words to drift through his mind, waited for him to recognize the right one as it happened by.

After a while he said, “Buzzing. In, in, what is it? Not nose, not eyes.”

“Buzzing in your ears?”

“Ears. Okay. In my ears.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, except . . .” Long pause. “Sometimes.”

“Sometimes your head hurts.”

“Yes, sometimes. Always . . . buzzing.” He leaned back, tired.

“Shall we sing a little?”

“Okay.”

He couldn’t remember words, but melodies were still easy for him. She had learned to sing “la-la-la” instead of trying to teach him to catch the elusive words. Now they sang together, her alto and his baritone blending pleasantly. It made him happy.

Finally Monica said good-bye, signed out, drove away. Mary and Jock, Bibbsy and Ted never would. Four friends, trapped by their own broken brains. Especially Ted, who still struggled courageously to fuse the bits of his shattered world into coherence. Who still remembered that things had once been different, that he had once been whole.

Maybe she would never discover anything that could help them. But with Dr. Weisen’s help, she meant to give it a damn good try.

Back in Laconia, she parked in front of her square brick house, then paused to wait for Maggie, who was at the corner mailing a letter. “Trying to send a message to the outside world?” called Monica.

“Yeah. My friend Nick.” Maggie, exuberant, sprinted from the corner, ending with a cartwheel. Then she pulled herself up with dignity and asked, “How were your friends today?”

“Soaking up sun.”

“Good for them. Listen, we’re going to the concert tonight. Can you come?”

“No, I’ve got to get back to the lab right after dinner. Have to check on those baby rats I delivered today.”

And so Monica was second on the scene. She unlocked the main door of the lab, and at the sound of her steps Norman erupted from the door of the animal quarters, gaping in terror.

“Miz Bauer! Come quick!” he pleaded. “Something terrible happened!”

Monica ran after him into one of Dr. Weisen’s animal rooms. She said, “Oh, Christ!”

In the center of the room lay a heap of slaughtered rats, their backs broken and mangled, their skulls smashed.

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Excerpt from Murder Is Pathological by P.M. Carlson. Copyright © 2017 by P.M. Carlson. Reproduced with permission from P.M. Carlson. All rights reserved.


P.M. Carlson

Author Bio:

P.M. Carlson taught psychology and statistics at Cornell University before deciding that mystery writing was more fun. She has published twelve mystery novels and over a dozen short stories. Her novels have been nominated for an Edgar Award, a Macavity Award, and twice for Anthony Awards. Two short stories were finalists for Agatha Awards. She edited the Mystery Writers Annual for Mystery Writers of America for several years, and served as president of Sisters in Crime.

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About the Book

Title: Seven Threads

Author: Jason Atkinson

Genre: Short Story Collection

Seven Threads is a book of 7 short stories full of twists and turns. A girl on the run, a man accused of murder, a homeless man who finds his way, and much more. While each story is unique, they all offer the same human compassion that is sometimes lacking in today’s world. The reader is sure to find each story a page turner full of emotions, and left wanting more!

 

Author Bio

Jason Atkinson is a 32 year old, married man with one adorable toddler. With Seven Threads being his third book, he certainly enjoys writing and also spending time getting to know new people.

Links

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Book Excerpts

The Gentle Man

Part 1 – Forgiveness

With a somewhat stern and yet gentle approach in his voice, he suddenly speaks. “Forgiveness won’t change the past—but it will change the future. Your future.”

He looks around the room. “Okay,” he says with a broad grin. “Who wants to go first?”

He scans the room with expectant eyes.

A chair creaks as the man shifts in his seat uncomfortably, both from the metal chair being too harsh and because of the looming topic before him. Toward the back of the room, he hears a cough.

“No one wants to go first?”

The room, even though crowded with people, feels chilling and eerie, as if you are in fact alone with your thoughts. No one makes eye contact with him, since that might have been a sign of indulgence in this new topic.

It is getting late into the evening, and usually at this time the wrap-up begins, ending the night the same way it always ends.

Wandering eyes look toward the coffee pot. A few look toward the windows at the top of the walls. It is snowing outside, gentle but consistent. The lamppost illuminates the flakes as they glide slowly down past the window’s limited view. Even though the view may have looked quaint, it only resonates with the harsh reality of what winter often brings, and also what this group discussion can often bring.

As the second hand on the clock ticks away, the leader of the group rises to his feet. Everyone watches.

“I think that will be all for tonight,” he says with a meager smile.

Reluctantly, and of course thankfully, sighs of relief fill the room. Chairs scrape the floor without a care while people mingle amongst themselves and eventually disperse into the cool night air.

Left alone to clean up, the man who had brought them all together mutters to himself,

“Will my words ever get through?”

Walking away, he heads toward the door, turning around one last time to check that the room is clear.

There is no smile this time—only the face of a tired man who just wants to make one ounce of difference.

The lights go out, and he goes out the door, up the steps, and onto the street above. The door slowly closes, the last noise being the latch of the lock clicking into place. The room once again becomes dark, all except for that glimmer of light from the windows at the top of the wall.

The West Woods
by Suzy Vadori
Genre: YA Fantasy
Courtney Wallis wants nothing more than to escape St. Augustus boarding
school. After uncovering a well-kept secret about the school’s
founder, Isaac Young, Courtney turns to the school’s magic to
convince her dad to let her leave. Things take a turn when she meets
Cole, who lives in the nearby town of Evergreen. He gives her hope
that things might not be so bad. However, the fountain has other
ideas, and binds Courtney to her ambition, no matter the cost.
As Courtney struggles to keep the magic from taking over, she and her
friends get drawn into the mystery woven into the school’s fabric.
Everything seems to lead back to the forbidden West Woods. Together,
she and her friends seek out the spirits of the past to ask for help,
and find themselves in much deeper than they’d bargained for. If
they succeed, Courtney could be free of the magic. If they fail, she
may never be the same.
Suzy Vadori is an Operations executive by day, Writer by night. The
Fountain is her debut novel for Young Adults. Suzy is an involved
member of the Calgary Writers’ community, service as Program Manager
for Young Adult at When Words Collide (a Calgary festival for readers
and Writers) since 2013. Suzy lives in Calgary, Alberta, Canada with
her husband and three kids.