I got a “twofer” today: Review of my book by the Seattle PI and BlogCritics (same review) . . .
The reviewer, Greg Barbrick, wrote: “Dare I Call It Murder? really hit home for me, as we just suffered a death in the family. My sister died in her sleep, and I guess because she was not wealthy, we are still waiting for an official cause of death. . . . It is a terrible thing for a family to lose someone, but not being able to put it into any sort of context just makes it worse.
“This is something that Larry Edwards is still clearly dealing with, and my heart goes out to him.”
Mr. Barbrick, back at you. My heart goes out to you and your family not only for your loss of a loved one, but for the slow response from the authorities regarding how your sister died. Dealing with a death is traumatic enough, but that trauma is compounded by the often perplexing snail’s pace of institutional machinery. I hope this situation is resolved soon so you and your family can grieve without having to deal with any more bureaucratic foot dragging.
As an aside, some people have contacted me to ask about the “tragic loss of his . . . siblings on the high seas” referenced in the review, which suggests that some of my siblings died along with my parents. I’m sure that’s not what Mr. Barbrick intended, at least not in the literal sense. But just so there’s no misunderstanding, none of my siblings died; however, I did lose them in the figurative sense that of my four siblings, my sister Bobbie and I are the only ones who talk to each other these days. And that is a loss, indeed.