BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
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I started the day thinking about that sexy couple outside of the Tarrytown house. I just knew that I know them. If I could just remember…
So I hung out with Google first thing this morning. I searched for images of Lajos Antal. Nothing.
I searched for of the reclusive Allan Jatos. And all that came up is the same photo that’s repeatedly used on the jackets of his books. It’s like searching Google images for JD Salinger and one photo keeps showing up:
But I kept going. Deeper into the search results.
I got to several photos from book awards ceremonies. But of course, Allan Jatos, like all reclusive authors – JD Salinger, Robert X. Cringley (Remember? See this post.), K.C. Constantine, etc. – doesn’t show up at awards ceremonies.
But holy smokes, his wife, Katie Jatos, shows up! And she’s the hot Tarrytown jogger! Seriously! I’m looking at her photos and their captions right now. And I remember! I was at least two of those award ceremonies. Duh!
Yet photos of that fashionable stud with his hand on the ass of Mrs. Jatos (aka, the hot Tarrytown jogger) are not showing up. But I’ve seen him before. I just know it.
I called Teena at 14th Street Books. I told her I had to talk and think through something with her.
She lives in the meatpacking district, just a 15-minute walk from me.
First thing in the morning, I’ll pick up two coffees, and Teena and I will sit outside. It’s a good neighborhood for that.
Manhattan’s Meatpacking District
Tomorrow: Teena (fingers crossed!)