Thou Art Dirt Thou Art a Piece of Crap Garrison Keillor

Believe it or non, information technology was ii whole years agone today (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle'south birthday) that The Rap Sheet cast loose from January Magazine and went out on its ain, joining the e'er-expanding globe of crime-fiction-oriented blogs. Since then, we've learned a great deal nigh this business, fabricated a few mistakes, earned a scattering of plaudits, and generally satisfied ourselves that the determination to launch The Rap Canvass as an contained entity was a sane one, after all. Just this month, we registered our 300,000th visit and put up our 2,000th post.

Rather than begin and end our celebration today, we're going to stretch out this second birthday for the next eight days, assuasive it to merge with next calendar week's Ian Fleming centenary festivities. For at present, I'd just like to listing a few of the posts I remember nearly fondly from these terminal ii years. If you missed any of these the kickoff time effectually, this is your gamble to catch upwardly. Or, if you've been reading all along, I hope these will exist salutary reminders of why you started reading in the commencement place.

"When Covers Are Two of a Kind," the first entry in our now popular serial about copycat covers.

"Madison Square's Trial of the Century," nearly the 1906 murder of New York builder and "man almost town" Stanford White.

"What Goes Around Goes Around," a lament virtually the repetitious nature of offense fiction TV franchises.

"Turn It Upward, Jake, It's Chinatown," about mystery and music.

"Slippin' Heaven a Mickey," covering the decease of Mickey Spillane.

"The Eyes Have It," regretting the cease of TV's private-eye era.

"Simply Really, Sally McMillan Is Ageless," on the 60th birthday of Susan Saint James.

"Happy Birthday, Hitch," a tribute to filmmaker Alfred Hitchcock.

"Remembering My Mystery Friend," about the death of a "a world-class fan of criminal offence fiction."

"What Is the Hush-hush of the Lost Girl," Megan Abbott'south thoughtful assay of the 1949 disappearance from Los Angeles of wannabe pic star Jean Spangler.

"The Please-Come up-Dorsum Kids," resurrecting memories of fine crime and detective novelists who simply stopped publishing.

"Warm Ocean Breezes, Ominous Wind Chimes," a celebration of Body Oestrus'due south 25th ceremony.

"America's Top Sleuths: I Was There," Kevin Burton Smith's await at the Sleuth Aqueduct's "America'south Top Sleuths" TV special.

"Robert Crais, Exception and Dominion," an interview with the creator of Los Angeles gumshoe Elvis Cole.

"The Third Deed," one of James Ellroy'due south entries from his single twenty-four hour period of guest blogging at The Rap Sail.

"A Christie for Christmas," Stephen Miller's encomium to the not-then-cozy Agatha Christie.

"The King and I," about Ali Karim's meeting with Stephen King.

"Talk Almost Dressing on the Run ...," in which we highlighted ane of our favorite picture action sequences.

"The Surreal World," Ali Karim's interview with British writer Michael Marshall (Smith).

"Marlowe Redux," analyzing the staying power of Philip Marlowe.

"You Could Kill Him in the Rain ... or On a Speeding Train," nearly the unlikely friendship betwixt Raymond Chandler and Dr. Seuss.

"Happy Birthday, Georges Simenon," which is self-explanatory.

"Happy Birthday, David Janssen," looking dorsum on the late star of The Avoiding, O'Hara, United States Treasury, and Harry O.

"Raise a Drinking glass of Jamie ...," Jim Winter's tribute to Ken Bruen.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. Ellroy," in which Megan Abbott praised "the sweep of James Ellroy's vision."

"Gauge Non, Lest Ye Be ... Oh, Never Mind," Dylan Schaffer's poetic musings on the judging of Edgar Allan Poe Honor nominees.

"My Lee Child Tradition," part ane of Ali Karim's tribute to the creator of war machine policeman-turned-troubleshooter Jack Reacher.

"Their Finest Hours," applauding Tv crime dramas.

"The LongPen Is Mighter Than ...," in which Ali Karim carried on a very long-distance pen-pal relationship with author Dean Koontz.

"My Debt to Dostoevsky," Roger "R.Northward." Morris' tribute to the keen Russian author of Crime and Punishment.

"M*A*South*H, Murder, and Morgan," in which we looked dorsum on the career of American actor Harry Morgan.

"Happy Altogether, Jimbo," which found the states taking a deep bow to Rockford Files star James Garner.

"Strike Up the Band," a recollection of memorable Television receiver theme songs.

"The Ones That Got Away," our get-go-birthday special, which had us asking more 100 offense novelists, book critics, and bloggers from all over the English-speaking earth to choose the 1 crime/mystery/thriller novel they thought had been "about unjustly disregarded, criminally forgotten, or underappreciated over the years." Now conveniently available on i web log page.

"Hey, Joe!," Ali Karim's interview with Joe Finder.

"Praising Cain," our two-part profile of pseudonymous thriller writer Tom Cain (The Accident Man).

"A Stand-up Crime Writer," in which nosotros interviewed comic-turned-novelist Marking Billingham.

"Fright Fourth dimension in the Forests," or "Don't Fool with Female parent Nature."

"The Defense force Never Rests," a commemoration of Perry Bricklayer and the man who brought him before the bar, Erle Stanley Gardner.

"Not to Be Overlooked," our addicted await at Michael Connelly.

"'Heyday in the Blood': A Never-Before-Published Lew Archer Tale," by Ross Macdonald (from The Archer Files: The Complete Short Stories of Lew Archer, Private Investigator, edited by Tom Nolan).

"Dusting Off a True Classic," a recollection of Dilys Winn'south Murder Ink: The Mystery Reader's Companion.

"From Well Across the Grave," in which Conan Doyle engaged in something of a very early screen test.

"Off on the Right Foot," a rediscovery of Lee Roberts (aka Robert Martin), author of If the Shoe Fits.

"There Once Was a Gumshoe So Green ...," the start of our unintended series on criminal offense fiction limericks.

"Get Bike," in which we pined for the NBC Mystery Movie.

"'I'm Just Another Cop. My Name Is Columbo,'" most Marking Billingham'due south coming together with the man backside the famous raincoat (or at to the lowest degree the actor who played him).

"The Daughter from Guy," our drooling ovation for The Fall Guy's fetching Heather Thomas.

"What Say You, Mr. Leonard?," a short interview with the man known as Elmore.

"Book Covers We Love"

"'Give thanks God, It'south Over.' Or Is Information technology?," a wait back at the 97-year-old murder case of Hawley Harvey Crippen, bedevilled wife murderer.

"Back to Blackness," Marking Coggins' series on The New Black Mask magazine, plus an interview with magazine co-editor and Dashiell Hammett authority Richard Layman.

"The World Is Black, the World Is White," Kevin Burton Smith's musings on racism at the movies.

"Voices from the Chorus," Anthony Rainone's interview with the authors behind that audiobook presentation, The Chopin Manuscript.

"Heade of the Grade," an appreciation of the work past British "girlie" paperback cover artist Reginald Heade.

"A Giant Turns 93," remembering Madigan's Richard Widmark.

"Embrace Me ... I'm Going In!," announcing the winners of The Rap Sail's beginning "Book Covers of the Year" competition.

"A Chief of the Medium," contributor Al Navis' fond farewell to the late, prolific brusk-story writer Edward D. Hoch.

"Children of the Storm," which found guest-blogger Laurie R. Male monarch remarking on her historical-enquiry methodologies.

"A Tranquility Belief in Himself," our interview with too-long-underappreciated novelist Roger Jon Ellory.

"This Is the Zodiac Speaking, Again," which had Megan Abbott waxing fondly nigh the DVD release of the 2007 film Zodiac.

"Man of Mystery," Ali Karim's four-role study of quondam horror master Robert McCammon'southward interrupted literary career.

"The BS Alphabetize," in which Gary Phillips tackled bullshit and politics. Or are they really the aforementioned thing?

"It'southward a Shame About Ray," a tough-love assessment of Judith Freeman's hardly straightforward Raymond Chandler biography, The Long Embrace.

"Lyons Ends His Roar," our obituary of individual-eye novelist Arthur Lyons, the creator of Los Angeles P.I. Jacob Asch.

"Wilson's War Hero," a conversation with historical novelist Laura Wilson.

Whew! That only touches on the wealth of posts this blog has supported over the concluding 24 months. Simply not a bad outset, eh?

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