There’s plenty to discuss from the headlines these days. But this summer I’ve been buried with edits to my next novel, The Gods of Greenwich. And I’m staring at a few deadlines now. With this post, however, I’d like to take you back to the summer of 2007. It was a time before Bernie Madoff confessed, before AIG lost $99 billion in one year and before banker bonuses had everybody in a lather. Now two members of Congress occupy our attention, elected officials who sit in judgment even with their hands in the cookie jar (allegedly).
Like I said. We’re going back three years to the summer of 2007. Here’s the first chapter of Top Producer, which will be out in paperback on December 28. If you stop back tomorrow or Thursday, I’ll post Chapter Two.
"The Gods of Greenwich is a pure delight, racing relentlessly from the bedrooms of Manhattan to the boardrooms of Connecticut to the banks of Iceland. Bravo!”
