Alex also wrote a generous review of Three Bullets here, pointing out my many miscues. I’m entirely guilty in most cases, but not quite in all of them, so there’s that.
* webpage version: https://dl.dropbox.com/s/8es1v0iom4e923l/Three_Bullets.html
* Kindle version
* iPad/iPhone/Android version
If you’re not familiar with Nero Wolfe, he was dreamed up by Rex Stout in the early Thirties, a neo-Holmesian “sleuth,” fat this time instead of skinny, but similarly skeptical of the fair sex, leaving the ladies to his assistant and narrator, Archie Goodwin. Stout wrote the series for 40 years, into the early Seventies, but Wolfe seemed most home to me in the Thirties. Since Wolfe was about 50 when we first met him, it was impossible for him to age. I wrote one novella set in the Thirties, but decided to bring him up to date, more or less, in the remaining two, with a sort of time shuffle that surely fooled no one who read the originals. Except for one massive howler, definitely in the “unforgivable” category, and lots of missing hyphens, I don’t think I did such a bad job.
