Author Archives: Christa Faust
Murder and Mayhem in Muskego, Part 2
Yes, I realize this post is outrageously delayed, but you know, deadlines and all that. Girl’s gotta make a living. Anyway, here it is. Once the library meet and greet was done, we rode the mirrored space limo back to… Read More
Murder and Mayhem in Muskego, Part 1
It was great to have that week of down time in NYC in between NoirCon and Muskego. Necessary, really. I read. Caught up with friends. Took my dog to the park. Recharged my batteries. By the end of the week,… Read More
Social Networking Question For the Hivemind
I’ve seen a lot of grousing about people “linking” twitter to facebook. Presumably meaning that every single tweet, including @ replies are popping up verbatim on facebook. I can see why that would be annoying, because no one on twitter… Read More
Coochie Confidential and the Myth of the Porn Star Pussy
Let me start by saying how much I’ve been enjoying thumbing through Lissa Rankin’s WHAT’S UP DOWN THERE. After all, it’s all about one of my favorite topics. Kind of like an owners manual for your vagina. Haven’t read it… Read More
B-Con Follies, Part 4
Sunday is always my favorite day at B-Con. Lazy, low-key, more intimate. Time to catch up with friends and trade war stories. The highlight of my Sunday this year was getting a chance to hang with my pulp hero Bill… Read More
B-Con Follies, Part 3
Those zillion things I neglected to mention in the first post seem to be breeding. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I can’t possibly remember everything, but there are one or two leftover memories from Friday night that deserve… Read More
B-Con Follies, Part 2
Reading over yesterday’s post, I realize I’ve missed a zillion little things. Like finally meeting Val McDermid (was that Wednesday night?) and getting a peek under supervillain Ali Karim’s sinister white glove at his irradiated Godzilla hand (Thursday?) But if… Read More
B-Con Follies, Part 1
On Wednesday Russel and I roadtripped up to San Francisco. We had a few dicey moments with a tailgaiting drunk in a Jag-You-Are, but thanks to the offensive driving skills of Leadfoot Faust, we escaped unscathed. Well, mostly unscathed. I… Read More
McLean in LA, Day 3
After dashing off to Arizona for a signing, Scottish crime writer Russel McLean returned to LA the next day, ready for round 3. We started off with a walking tour of Downtown LA that included various Chandler-related locations, the hotel… Read More
McLean in LA, Day 2
Day 2 I took the visiting Scotsman out of Porn Valley and into Hollywood. First we hit some of my favorite SciFi/Cult movie locations like Bronson Cave and the Invasion of the Body Snatchers bridge. Then it was all Film… Read More