Dearly Dining Dexter

dexterToday was one of the days when the universe was nice to me (I may have been extra good over the weekend, although I can’t quite think when), and I got to sit down to lunch* with Jeff Lindsay (Dexter’s dad). Also along for the ducktacular entrée, sticky pork belly, and vanilla crème brulee were the superb Brendan Fredericks (publicist extraordinaire with Orion), the lovely John of Hachette Australia, and the too-wonderful-for-words Ron  of Pulp Fiction Press

Jeff’s been working his ass off at the Brisbane Writers Festival and making a lot of readers very happy with highly amusing, thought-provoking panels and lovely penmanship when signing books (hundreds and hundreds of books). He also graduated summa cum laude from Author 101. You can tell Jeff’s background is in writing for the theatre because his prose is elegantly tight and the dialogue is pitch perfect – the man gives good dialogue. He’s also extremely funny, a seasoned raconteur, teller of dirty jokes and an intelligent conversationalist and very charming indeed.

If you’ve not gotten into the dark delights of Dexter, then off you go … find them, buy them, read them ( I’ll wait. Put the kettle on, shall I?

* Admittedly, I also had dinner with him and some other writerly-type escapees from Brisbane Writers Festival on Thursday night, post-cocktail party.

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