There are more stories from literary magazines in this edition of BAMS than ever before. That may be an anomaly, but my best guess is that more serious writers are discovering the attractiveness of the mystery, crime, or suspense story. As readers and aficionados, we can only be grateful for this fortunate turn of events, as it suggests the strength and viability of the mystery genre and gives us assurance that high-quality crime fiction will continue to be produced for years to come.
The guest editor for BAMS 2004 is Nelson DeMille, the enormously successful author who has combined extraordinary storytelling gifts with a powerful literary style that has consistently put him on best-seller lists with such memorable thrillers as Word of Honor, The Cold Coast. The Generals Daughter, and The Lion’s Came.
My sincere thanks go to Mr. DeMille, who took time out from writing his own novel (which was past deadline) to read the fifty stories I submitted to him and from which he picked the twenty that comprise this volume. And I hope it is not bad form to thank again the guest editors from past years who have helped make this series as good as it is, and as successful: Robert B. Parker, Sue Grafton, Ed McBain (Evan Hunter), Donald E. Westlake, Lawrence Block, James Ellroy, and Michael Connelly.
Writers, editors, publishers, and anyone who cares about them should feel free to submit stories to me directly. Provide tear sheets or the entire publication. If the work appears in one of the two most popular mystery magazines, Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine or Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, save the time and postage, as they are carefully read from cover to cover. If the story initially appeared on-line, please send a hard copy together with the date on which it was published and contact information. No material will be returned, and no criticism will be offered, so please don’t ask. Unpublished material, for obvious reasons, cannot be considered.
The absolute final date for submissions for the 2005 edition is December 31, 2004. Have a story published in the spring or summer and send it to me at Christmas and I’ll hunt you down with an ax. The earlier I see material, the more likely I am to love it. If you send a dozen or so stories to me, I’m likely to assume your ability to tell mediocre from excellent is wanting. Please send submissions to Otto Penzler. The Mysterious Bookshop, 129 West 56th Street, New York, N.Y. 10019. Thank you.
O.P.
As editor and introducer of The Best American Mystery Stories 2 004, I bid you welcome.
You needn’t read any further, but may now go directly to the stories.
Still here? Well, then, I won’t take much of your time.
In the beginning was Otto Penzler, a legend in the field of mystery publishing, and a very persuasive gentleman. When Mr. Penzler asked me to be the editor of this anthology, I explained that I wasn’t qualified to take on the task. He agreed, but in turn explained to me that his first and second choices had dropped out at the last minute, and I apparently owed him a favor.
Like many of my generation, I grew up on mystery short stories, devouring anthologies and collections as well as mystery magazines. My favorite mystery stories, and probably everyone’s favorites, were Edgar Allan Poe, and Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes mysteries.
The short story is a deceptively simple format, and the mystery shorts seem even simpler, until you try to write one.
Two of the first things I ever had published were mystery stories: one titled “Life or Breath,” in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine; the other called “The Mystery at Thorn Mansion,” in the now-defunct Mystery Monthly.
I also have a file of rejection letters and enough unpublished short stories to kindle wet logs.
It became obvious to me that short stories are not easy to write just because they are short. Which takes me back to my high school days, when I was a sprinter on the track team. Anyone can run a hundred-yard dash, but the difference between doing it in 11 seconds or 10.2 seconds is the difference between last place and first place.
Obviously, when it came to writing, I wasn’t a sprinter, so I tried out for the long-distance team and became a novelist, which I found to be a lot easier.
The moral, if there is a moral, is that the short story, like the short race, needs to be close to perfect; there is no recovery from a bad start, no time to get a second wind, and no forgiveness for even one misstep.
And so, I am honored to have been chosen to pick the top twenty stories for this anthology, and to join a long and illustrious list of past editors whom I will mention here in the hope that future editors will mention me: Robert B. Parker, Sue Grafton, Ed McBain, Donald E. Westlake, Lawrence Block, James Ellroy, and Michael Connelly.
Those authors are themselves the best of the best, but I’m sure that they, like me, have trouble judging the works of others.
I am currently one of four judges for the Book-of-the-Month Club, along with Annie Proulx, Bill Bryson, and Anna Quindlen, and I can tell you that most authors would rather not be judges of other authors — I’d rather be a wine judge, or (ecstasy!) a beauty pageant judge.
So, when Otto Penzler asked me to pick the best twenty mystery stories from more than fifty entries, I was not being coy or humble when I said I was not qualified: I am actually qualified, I just don’t like to read with the knowledge that I’ve got to winnow and toss.
Newsday once asked me — and Susan Isaacs and Roger Rosenblatt — to judge essays and fiction pieces sent in by hundreds of readers on the topic of Long Island history. We had to pick one nonfiction and one fiction piece, and I can tell you, these were among the worst pieces of writing any of us had ever read. Thankfully, there were two or three pieces in each category that were good, so picking the winners was not that difficult.
But here we have a different situation; without exception all fifty mystery stories that I read were very good to excellent, and the difference in quality was like the difference between the 11-second hundred-yard dash — very impressive — and the 10.2-second hundred-yard dash — exceptional.
I had great fun reading, but not so much fun picking. In fact, it was agonizing, and I suggested to Otto Penzler a bigger, fatter book of, say, fifty of the Best American Mystery Stories.
“Not possible,” he said. “It would look like your last bloated novel.”
So, I went back to the stories, this time using a single criterion: Did I really want to reread this story?
Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories are probably the only things I’ve read six, eight, or ten times each. I can pick up a collection of Sherlock Holmes anytime, anyplace, open at random, and enjoy the story as much as or even more than when I first read it.
So, for better or worse, without too much further agonizing, I have picked what I hope you agree are the Best American Mystery Stories for the 2004 edition.
Enjoy.
And try to pick the best five.
Nelson DeMille
From High Stakes
“I’ll make a bet with you,” Bobby said. He was bourbon-drunk and he leaned close to Sean’s ear to talk over the arpeggios of the piano music, the never-ending chimes of the slot machines, the high roar of gamblers who, just for a moment, were beating the odds.
“I’m listening.” Sean thought it was about time to head up to his room, tired of talking to Bobby, just tired, period. Bobby was scaring off all the women with his overeager laughing, raising his glass to passing beauties like an idiot dink. It was a shame, really; this was Bobby’s last night to be with a woman and the odds weren’t pretty. Sean was supposed to get rid of Bobby tomorrow, take him into the desert outside of Vegas, shoot him, bury him deep in the dry earth, and then fly back to Houston with Vic’s hundred grand and pretend he hadn’t set foot on the Strip recently.
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