The Edgar Awards
Updated: May 15, 2019
"Nominee for the Edgar Award for Best Novel, Victor Methos."
When I got basically a scroll from the Mystery Writers of America letting me know that I was nominated for the Edgar Award, I felt like passing out. The Edgar is the most prestigious award in mysteries and crime fiction, and I've been reading every Edgar winner since high school. Named after Edgar Allan Poe, it's kind of a creepy little statue that leans forward and has uneven eyes. Doesn't look like much, but to a crime fiction writer, it's the highest honor you can bestow.
When they announced the winner at the ceremony, it was not Victor Methos. Gotta admit, that hurt. My super-cool publisher, Thomas & Mercer, who has had my back for years, was there with me and I sat with them at the Amazon Publishing table. I really wanted to bring an Edgar home, not just for me, but for them. To give them a little award (T&M hasn't had an author win one yet) to let them know how grateful I am to them for rolling the dice on me.
Normally I don't care about awards, but I REALLY wanted an Edgar. Some of my favorite writers, like Michael Connelly, Elmore Leonard, Michael Crichton (writing as Jeffrey Hudson), and Raymond Chandler are previous winners for best novel. And opening Wikipedia to see Victor Methos added to that list would have been surreal.
Alas, it was not meant to be in 2019.
But that week was SO much fun. I got to meet people I've admired for years, like Mathew Weiner, creator of Mad Men and writer for The Sopranos, authors Jeffrey Deaver and Meg Gardiner, and some very cool people I hadn't heard of like Catherine Ryan Howard and James A. McLaughlin, who actually lives in Utah and his wife is a professor at my alma mater law school. I also got to sit on a panel with some great authors and Mathew Weiner and give opinions on writing to a room full of mystery writers and publishers. So cool and so much fun.
I'm by no means done: Now I have the Edgar's bug and want one even more. I've got a long career ahead of me, and writing has been my passion since I was eleven years old. One day, that little bastard statue will be sitting on my shelf, and you'll see Victor Methos on the small list of winners of the most esteemed award you could give a writer of blood and murder books.
But for now, just being nominated with five other authors, out of all the other authors in the English speaking world, is the greatest honor bestowed on me as a writer so far, and I couldn't be happier and more grateful for it.