
Joseph Wambaugh is a rarity in the publishing world. The Los Angeles detective-turned-best-selling author no longer accepts an advance for his books. It’s a matter of principle.

Joseph Wambaugh is a rarity in the publishing world. The Los Angeles detective-turned-best-selling author no longer accepts an advance for his books. It’s a matter of principle.

It took me about 30 pages to get into a rhythm with “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society,” but once I did, I found it charming, heart-warming and full of good will.

Even though I majored in English and took several short story courses, I had never heard of Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860-1935) until a Labor Day weekend road trip.

You’d think an author with over 40 best-selling books to his credit would have learned to pay attention to continuity; or have an assistant to handle “first reader duties”; or have an editorial staff with someone who looks for continuity errors.

When I was growing up in the late 1950s and early 1960s, we got three television channels: KLTV-Channel 7 from Tyler, KVTV-Channel 11 from Dallas and KSLA-Channel 12 from Shreveport/Texarkana. They came in only if the weather was cloudy, and the antenna was turned just right. My grandfather was the pressroom foreman for the Dallas Morning News, so we also used it as part of our window on the world.