BLOG Archives - Ron Franscell

After the Last Page: Why your review matters

Somewhere between the last page and the next book you pick up, there’s a consequential question most readers never think much about: whether to leave a review. I understand the […]

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Drop Day: Standing at the deep end

Today has sneaked up, or dawdled, depending on the moment you ask me. I circled May 5 on the calendar months ago, as if choosing it gave me some control. […]

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A Place to Stand: The myth of ‘closure’

I’ve heard the word closure in courtrooms, on front porches, in hospital hallways where you can’t quite forget what’s happened. It’s usually spoken with relief. Sometimes with gratitude. Almost always […]

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Rural Noir: What Raymond Chandler didn’t tell you

We have a mythology about small towns in America, and it goes something like this: people know each other, watch out for each other, leave their doors unlocked at night. […]

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Rewriting Reality: Who owns a crime story?

Writers like to pretend stories are found objects—arrowheads in the dust, waiting for the right set of eyes. We talk about stumbling onto them, as if narrative were a vein […]

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The Second Coming of Father Bert Clancy

There are two kinds of priests in fiction. The first wears immaculate vestments, speaks in ecclesiastic riddles, and inevitably knows more about the murder than he lets on. The second […]

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The small, strange details in DEEP END you might not notice

There’s a small, mischievous part of me that believes every crime novel should come with a magnifying glass and a wink. As I put the finishing touches on DEEP END, […]

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Ghosts of Placitas: The Real Crime That Haunts DEEP END

For a true-crime writer, the world is seldom what it seems. Every place hums with a past life; every peaceful landscape casts a longer, darker shadow. When I moved to […]

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A Slightly Skeptical Guide to Generational Labels

I have always been a little suspicious of tidy labels for messy things, and nothing is messier than human beings. Yet here we are, happily sorting ourselves into generational bins […]

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The Pull of a Dark Road: Why We Love Crime Stories

We read about crimes (and I write about them) not merely to know “whodunit,” but to peer into the hidden architecture of choice—the fragile lines between decency and destruction, the […]

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The Allure of Nowhere: Where the Roads Ends, Mystery Begins

There’s something seductive about the edge of the map. We talk about remote places the way earlier generations spoke of monasteries or islands—as if distance itself confers virtue. Move far […]

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True Crime to Crime Fiction: A plot twist I didn’t see coming

Reporting tells us what happened; fiction asks why it matters. Up to 2020, I wrote bestselling true-crime books like THE DARKEST NIGHT and SHADOWMAN. Then COVID-19 shut down my field […]

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The Last Honest Place in Town

In every town I’ve ever known—from wind-scoured prairie crossroads to mountain hamlets tucked against a hard horizon—there is a table of old men always holding court over coffee. You know […]

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Last room on Route 66: What we owe the dead

For the past couple months, I’ve been chasing a ghost. Fifty years ago, a 53-year-old man checked into a cheap roadside motel along Route 66 in the kind of Southwestern […]

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In defense of Ebenezer Scrooge

I originally wrote this essay as a newspaper column in 1995. It appears here today with a few minor but festive updates because, well, Scrooge is timeless. No businessman in […]

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If AI were human for a day, what would it be thankful for?

“If you could be human for just one day,” I asked the robot inside ChatGPT, “what do you think you’d be thankful for?” To be honest, I have a love-hate […]

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Better Angels: No veteran should die alone

It was after 2am and the graveyard-shift nurses drifted like ghosts in the hallway, tending to the dead and dying. It wasn’t that Michael* couldn’t sleep, even with meds he […]

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We’ll always have mass murder

This essay was originally written just two days after the Sandy Hook Elementary massacre in 2012. Yesterday’s tragic shooting at a Catholic school in Minneapolis makes me want to re-run […]

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Everything I need to know, I learned in Little League

Essayist Robert Fulghum once surmised that everything he ever needed to know he learned in kindergarten, but I was a slow learner. Yesterday, the 2025 Little League World Series got […]

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Class of ’75: Old friends, young again for one night

Fifty years. Half a century. And yet, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the music drifting down the hallways, feel the sun warming our faces on autumn […]

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This boy died far away for a country that wasn’t his

A few years ago, I was contacted by the friend of a friend of a friend. He had a strange request: Could you help this French guy find the descendants […]

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The day I planted Dermot Healy’s potatoes

The potato patch behind Dermot Healy’s stone cottage wasn’t much bigger than a parking space, but the Irish winter had left it dog-eared and bedraggled. “The first thing,” Dermot said as […]

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52 years ago this week, a different terrorist unleashed himself on New Orleans

This was excerpted from Ron Franscell’s DELIVERED FROM EVIL, a book that explores the lives of 10 ordinary people who survived mass killers. One of those monsters was a racist […]

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A new year already? But …

Ready or not, a new year is about to begin, even though it doesn’t seem like that long ago when the “old” year started. An amateur philosopher friend of mine has […]