We went to press on this issue at the end of July, seemingly one of the most violent months in recent memory. We woke each morning to a new tragedy. Some of us turned toward each other, some turned against, and still others turned away from everything, bunkering down, riding out the turmoil as the world smoldered.
It was in these humid, breathless days of July that I turned up, bedraggled and weary, at ThrillerFest 2016 (profiled in our pages on page 38), a conference for thriller writers and not, I am always quick to clarify, a convention for Michael Jackson enthusiasts. There I met debut authors, struggling authors, successful authors, and best-selling mega-authors. I listened to each one talk about the industry, the struggle to get published, the brave…