Sue Grafton


December 29, 2017

I think my heart just broke a little when I heard the news that Sue Grafton had passed away.

Sure, I loved her books, but it was Sue herself I really liked. No, I didn't know-know her, but I was fortunate enough to meet her a few times, and I even got to interview her for Mystery Scene in 2013, upon the publication of perhaps her most personal book, Kinsey and Me. She was funny and charming and opinionated and the interview kept wandering off into the conversational weeds, much (I hope) to our mutual delight. Weeks later I received an email thanking me for the interview, saying she'd enjoyed it very much, and providing me with the title of a book about Agatha Christie she had recommended to me, but whose title she couldn't quite remember.

But I first "met" her back in the early nineties, at the Bouchercon in Toronto. It was my first mystery convention (The Thrilling Detective Web Site was not even a gleam then in anybody's eye) and I was amazed at the long line of readers that stretched out of the signing room, beginning at her table.

A day or so later, I was fortunate enough to attend a special "writer's workshop" she hosted. It only lasted maybe an hour, but Sue was a hoot -- in that honeyed, slightly husky, slightly Southern drawl (she was from Kentucky, after all), she provided a slew of buzzy, upbeat advice and tips to us wannabes, tempered with a pragmatic straighforwardness that was both helpful and inspiring ("keep yourself in shape -- writing takes it out of you"). It was a tone that readers of the Kinsey Millhone novels would no doubt find familar (or those lucky few who managed to catch her charm-attack Johnny on The Tonight Show a year or so later).

I even got her to sign my copy of Writing Mysteries, a 1992 "Handbook by the Mystery Writers of America," which she edited.

The last time I saw her was at the Bouchercon in Long Beach, California in 2014, where Kinsey was awarded The Hammer, the PWA's award for a character for his/her contribution to and longevity in the field (Sue herself, having been given The Eye, their lifetime achievement award, back in 2003).

She was one of the good ones, a great novelist (and a pretty damn good short story writer, as well). The opening lines to her first Kinsey Millhone novel, A is for Alibi (1982), remains one of my favourite openings ever.

"My name is Kinsey Millhone. I am a private investigator, licensed by the state of California. I am thirty-two years old, twice divorced, no kids. The day before yesterday I killed someone and the fact weighs heavily on my mind."

Damn. I'm gonna miss her.

* * * * *


Everybody knows -- or thinks they know -- Sue Grafton. She was, without question, one of the most popular and acclaimed P.I. writers of the last thirty years, and also one of the most influential, in a subtly subversive way. Her long-running series featuring southern California private eye Kinsey Millhone started way back in 1982 with A is for Alibi, and was soon followed by B is for Burglar, C is for Corpse, D is for Deadbeat and so on.

In the thirty-five years that followed. every Kinsey novel jumped immediately onto bestseller lists upon release, and was swiftly translated and published around the world. W is for Whatever-She-Decides-To-Call-It was tentatively scheduled for publication later that year, and Z is for Zero (we know the title of that one) lies in wait just down road, the final curtain on what will have been simply one of the major series in American detective fiction.

That she never got to complete the series is surely going to go down as one of the biggest heartbreaks of the year for mystery fans.

But in 2013, at a time when most writers at that stage in their careers are playing to their strengths, and everybody's expecting a mad dash for the finish line, Grafton's made a curious detour, revisiting Kinsey's past and, more surprisingly, her own.

Kinsey and Me was like nothing Grafton has done before. It's very much part of the Kinsey series, collecting all nine of the previously published Kinsey short stories that Grafton wrote from 1986 through 1992. That's the "Kinsey" part of the book.

But it's the second half, the "... and Me" section, that will be drawing most of the attention. It features thirteen loosely connected vignettes focussing on the trials and tribulations of Kit Blue, a fictionalized, younger version of Grafton herself, dealing with her troubled childhood and early years, written by Grafton in the decade following her mother's death, and in which the author struggles with all "that rage, that pain. All the scalding tears I wept, both during her life and afterward."

Here, then, is the interview I conducted for Mystery Scene, upon Kinsey and Me's publication.


It's not like Sue Grafton invented the female private eye or anything. Even a cursory flip through the genre's back pages would reveal a slew of predecessors, from colourful figures like pulpster Cleve F. Adams' Violet McDade and Erle Stanley Gardner's Bertha Cool to such frequently clothing-challenged post-WWII male fantasies as G.G. Fickling's Honey West and Carter Brown's Mavis Seidlitz. And even within the "modern" era (whatever that is) of women gumshoes written by women, Grafton's 30-something Southern California private eye Kinsey Millhone would have to joust with such other pivotal gumshoes as Marcia Miller's Sharon McCone, Sara Paretsky's V.I. Warshawski, Liza Cody's Anna Lee, Maxine O'Callahan's Delilah West and P.D. James' Cordelia Grey, among others.

No, what sets Grafton apart, then, is a combination of her wide-spread appeal (she's one of the most popular writers currently mining the P.I. vein), her longevity (thirty years and counting) and the almost subversive way she's slipped her private eye hero into our consciousness. Sure, there are more precedent-setting figures, more politically charged ones, louder ones and hipper ones (Grafton has steadfastly set all the novels in the eighties, boasting that Kinsey does her sleuthing "the old-fashioned way, without internet or cellphone"), whackier ones and even (maybe) a few better written ones. There may even be a better selling one or two. But no female private eye (and few contemporary male ones) have appealed to such a wide spectrum of readers, both male and female.

But Grafton has done more than merely ship units. She's not just successful at what she does -- she's damn good at it. She has received lifetime achievement awards from the Mystery Writers of America, the British Crime Writers' Association and the Private Eye Writers of America. She also landed, perhaps most fittingly, the Ross Macdonald Literary Award in 2004. They don't just give those things away.

The series has had few false steps. In sharp, clear prose Grafton has presented a frank and honest portrait of a thirty-something investigator, flawed but recognizably human, who has nonetheless approached her cases with a steel-eyed professionalism Dashiell Hammett's Continental Op himself might appreciate.

Critics and readers have praised her shrewd eye for the telling detail, well-integrated research (no info dumps here), deft characterization and solid and inventive plotting. But it's her tough, clear-eyed rendering of the human heart, in all its warped, broken and flawed glory, that really brings her novels alive. Not since Lew Archer, the creation of her idol, Ross Macdonald, has a fictional private eye so effectively wormed their way into the dark, twisted wreckage of American families gone awry. The wary survivors of broken homes and shattered families, addicts, alcoholics, lonely widowers, frightened girlfriends, the dispossessed and the obsessed -- through Kinsey's eyes we see them all with a taut and refreshing emotional clarity, a rough humour and a hard-won empathy. Like Archer, with whom Kinsey shares the stomping ground of Santa Theresa (a thinly fictionalized Santa Barbara, the southern California beach town where Grafton now lives and Macdonald once lived), the turf is not so much the mean streets Raymond Chandler dreamed of, but the mean and frequently dysfunctional homes that line those streets.

And the sad acknowledgement that everyone, it seems, has their reasons.

* * * * *

In the introduction to the first half of Kinsey and Me, Grafton acknowledges the challenges of writing (and the appeal of reading) short crime fiction, but even a quick read shows she's no mere dabbler. There's real meat on those small bones, the same tight plotting and emotional wallop that resonates through novels, and several of them were nominated for various mystery awards. "The Parker Shotgun" and several of the others often pop up in anthologies, and even now, "She Didn't Come Home" is, in my mind, one of the most chilling private detective short stories I've read, an unsettling little yarn that has Kinsey searching for the runaway wife of a young father whose life has been torn apart. There's even a real change-of-place lagniappe for long-time fans, the tongue-in-cheek product placement tale "The Lying Game," which Grafton wrote for -- of all things -- the Land's End catalogue. Presumably she got a nice coat out of it, perhaps even, as she so casually mentions, a Lands' End Squall Parka with its Advanced Thermolite Micro Insulation...

That's the "Kinsey" part of the book.

There follows a brief intro. "An Eye for an I: Justice, Morality, the Nature of the Hard-Boiled Investigator and All That Existential Stuff" is a think-piece which first appeared in The Crown Crime Companion (1995). In it, Grafton confesses she was "raised on a steady diet of mystery and detective fiction," and credits her father, C.W. Grafton, who wrote a handful of acclaimed mystery novels himself, for introducing her to the genre. She then proceeds to offer some thoughts on how the genre evolved from the "escapism" of the forties and fifties into our modern era where "the P.I. has been transformed from a projection of our vices to a mirror of our virtues... and has come to represent and reinforce not our excess but our moderation."

It's a thoughtful and intriguing essay, and the hint of personal biography sets the scene for the "... and Me" half of the book. And it's that second part of the book, ladies and gentlemen, that's gonna spin some heads.

Over the years Grafton has parcelled out intriguing snippets of her past, in much the way she has slowly revealed details of Kinsey's own complicated family history. Not that it's been a closely guarded secret or anything -- Grafton herself has alluded previously to the "long, ugly story" that was her childhood, without necessarily making a big deal about it.

The cursory knowledge that Grafton was the daughter of a well-regarded mystery novelist, that she now lives in tony Santa Barbara or that she maintains a "stately mansion" back home in Louisville might lead some to assume she's had it easy, or was somehow to the manor born. Not so.

Her parents were alcoholics.

"My father was known as the 'dean of Kentucky municipal bond law,' " she reminisces. "He went to work every day of his life with a fifth of whiskey. My mother, who never weighed more than ninety-eight pounds, drank as well. She would wake up, have a drink and lie down on the couch, so from the age of five on, my older sister and I pretty much raised ourselves."

She left home and married at eighteen, had a child, divorced her first husband (while pregnant), remarried, had two more children, divorced again. By then she'd moved to California, far from her old Kentucky home. She took what jobs she could find: a hospital admissions clerk, a cashier, medical secretary, a maid.

"Yes, I did that," she confesses. "I worked as a domestic servant. Did I put that in the book? Oh, Lord. I was young, I wanted to write, but I was divorced and I had little children, and I'm telling you, you just do what you have to do, use whatever skills you have at your disposal. Mine were a bit limited for a while. But I'll tell you, you learn a lot about other people, cleaning their toilet bowls."

In a 2005 interview, she revealed to Stuart Kaminsky that her mother had committed suicide. "She had cancer of the throat... she just wasn't going to put up with it. She died on my twentieth birthday."

But through it all, Grafton had continued to write. And write. And write. Writing was her salvation, she has written, "the means by which I learned to support myself, to face the truth,to take responsibility for my future."

She wrote several novels and eventually two were published, Keziah Dane in 1967 and The Lolly-Madonna War in 1969. Grafton co-wrote the screenplay for the 1973 feature film adaptation of the later, starring Rod Steiger, Robert Ryan and a young Jeff Bridges, and eventually settled into a career writing for television, writing episodes of Rhoda, Nurse (for which Grafton developed and wrote or co-wrote every episode), Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and others, and eventually moved on to made-for-TV films, including the adaptation -- with her third (and final, she says) husband, Steven Humphries -- of a couple of Agatha Christie novels, A Caribbean Mystery and Sparkling Cyanide (both 1983).

"I lost a decade working in Hollywood. But I think that was good for me as a writer, to come up slowly. All those things are necessary detours, part of the path youíre on."

An early version of Kinsey and Me, featuring stories written in the ten years following her mother's suicide, appeared in 1991. But if it was an outing of her demons, it was a muted and rather private one. The volume was published by Grafton and her husband and had an extremely limited run of 300 copies, doled out mostly to friends and family.

But now comes this new, expanded and revised edition, aimed at a much larger audience. It's a curious book, part collection and part memoir, fictionalized to be sure, with the latter half offering the slightly queasy feeling of violating someone's privacy. At times I feared Grafton would barge in and demand to know what I was doing reading her diary.

But ultimately, it's a tale of triumph; a spit in the face of victim chic. It's also jarring and emotionally wrenching, a cry from a wounded heart, told by a survivor. A tough little bun, as it were.

Kinsey would probably understand. Whether her millions of fans will is another story.


"I know those stories are difficult," Sue confesses, as we chat by phone on the eve of Kinsey and Me's release. I'm perched in front of an electric heater while California's High Desert winds howl outside my cramped little office. Sue (after reading Kinsey and Me, I just can't bring myself to refer to her as "Grafton" any more) is in sunny Santa Barbara in her own book-lined study (I've seen pictures), the sun no doubt streaming through her windows.

She considers herself a native Californian, but a slight dusting of her childhood lingers in her voice, along with a measure of what I'd like to think is old-fashioned Southern graciousness (ie: she laughs at my jokes, tells me several times I'm sweet, and peppers her speech with "Oh, Lords!" and "Oh, my heavens!"). She's generous with her time, and the conversation veers all over, from our likes and dislikes in crime fiction, some surprisingly candid asides about her family background and even some early reactions to the book.

"One woman was rather upset, accusing me of forcing her to touch on recollections and feelings she hadn't dealt with in years, and I thought, well, apparently, Honey, you still have some work to do."

"I think we handle what we need to handle when we're able to. It doesn't always pop up at first in a way we can process, but eventually you have to deal it it. And it's hard work."

That's the other thing you notice. Balancing out the gentility and charm is a very strong work ethic. Sue has little truck with those who choose to wrap themselves in victimhood, and she's been known to speak with a bluntness that sometimes rankles, in much the same way the late Robert Parker's did. She has little sympathy for those who don't do the work or try to dodge personal responsibility. Just last August she raised the hackles of a whole generation of would-be writers by urging them to stop worrying about publication and "master their craft," and then had the temerity to suggest that self-publishing was "as good as admitting you're too lazy to do the hard work."

The fall-out was as amusing as it was predictable: a slew of self-publishing disciples and mostly unknown writers slammed her in often less than coherent outrage. "She's at best a mediocre writer and has never risen above that level," sniped I.J. Parker.

Even as far back as 1999 -- when she'd already published over a dozen mystery novels and already won or been nominated for several major mystery awards, including several bestsellers -- Bruce F. Murphy dismissed her as a "non-mystery writer" in his Encyclopedia of Murder and Mystery. Meow.

Bracing myself, I asked her about the differences between her and Kinsey.

"Well, Kinsey and my adult self are very connected in a curious way. She, for instance, has been married and divorced twice, as I have, but I'm married for a third time and she may never marry again. And of course, I had kids and Kinsey isn't even really fond of children. But I do notice that her parents die (conveniently) when she's five, and I remember thinking, oh, Lord, that has a little ring of truth to it, doesn't it? Yes, that may mean something."

"But, honestly, that was all unconscious. I never intended to set up this parallel, that just showed up later, and I went 'Oh my goodness.' "

I suggested that because Kinsey was a person first, and a woman second, it might have helped ease her across the gender gap, picking up male readers where many other female private eyes have not.

She answered with a equivalent of a verbal shrug. "I just didn't know any better. Honestly, it did not occur to me at the time that there really weren't many woman private eyes. Although Kinsey's often referred to as a role model, which just, well, oh, it makes me cringe."

"The whole thing with Kinsey is that she's flawed and inconsistent and she likes to lie and she's a bit of a flake. But she works it out. She's very down to earth in her own way."

The follow-up question, then, seems obvious. How much of Kit Blue, then, is you?"

"Almost everything. The biographical details are all correct. Very little was invented. Kit is... the part of me I think I've recovered from."

"Oh, in one story, I deleted a character or two for the sake of simplicity, and when we decided to do this as a real book, I took out two stories that just seemed too harsh, and added five."

She's quick to explain. "I have three adult children, you know, and I have four granddaughters and at this remove, I thought, 'You know, Mama, let's just be a little discreet here.' But everything else I just reported the way it was."

Which in itself is staggering, because Kit's story is truly heartbreaking, The same skills that have made her mystery novels so popular are turned into a report from the front lines of an never-ending domestic battlefield. The stories trace the arc of a family falling apart, through their mother's occasional stabs at sobriety, Kit's own rebellious coming of age and her own struggles, her mother's bitter battle with cancer and eventual death, as well as the fallout.

"It was painful at the time," Sue allows, referring to the years following her mother's death, her father's eventual remarriage and the razing of the family home in Louisville, one of the most powerful scenes in those stories. "We'd all been in denial for so long, and when my mother passed I felt this need to, well... at that time, I thought let's own it, let's just acknowledge exactly what went on."

"But I never wrote those stories for... they were all for me. I had no intention of ever publishing them. I put them away."

"I would read them occasionally and think, yes, that that was exactly right, that is exactly how it was. I felt there was a kind of timelessness from my perspective as the writer and as the person who suffered through all that -- that carried some weight with me. If I had thought, oh, this is miserable dreck, I would never have published them. So it will be interesting -- an invasion of privacy I did to myself. But I think there's a certain power in just finally putting it out."

"I am curious about my sister's reaction. She has never wanted to deal with this and I have a feeling she just won't do it. In fact, sometimes I think my sister and I had different parents. I remember times when I felt like, 'Are you kidding? Don't you remember when she did this, or that happened?' "

"So I think she'll read them but I'm not sure how she'll react or if I'll get feedback. She was the oldest, so she was on the front lines and she took the brunt of it and I just did my little dog-and-pony show, as I put it. I was little Mary Sunshine and that's how I avoided centre stage. She was the one who clashed with my mother. We all handle these things differently..."

"For me, it was writing. I was just fortunate my father had written mystery fiction and that it was the love of my reading life. We had a drugstore spinner rack in the back of the house and we just read all the time. That was lovely. At the dinner table my parents would talk about books and literature. We were all well-read. That was how we related to each other."

"And my father admired mystery fiction so much. I was saturated with it from an early age. It gets in your blood, that's for sure."

"I don't know if this was a conscious decision on their part or by default but my parents were very permissive. My sister and I had a lot of freedom, probably far more than we should have -- we could read whatever we wanted. Mickey Spillane, Chandler, James M. Cain.Those are the books I grew up on and they were dark. I loved Double Indemnity. That was great stuff."

"But I think that crime in real life is much more absurd. Crime in fiction is more grounded in human life, in history and narrative. Read your local paper. Kids are killed for just the most ridiculous reasons... or for no reason at all. In fiction the job of the writer is to put that into a context that makes sense."

It's something I've felt myself for a long, long time, and it's gratify to hear her touch on the same topic.

I just have to ask. "Because real life doesn't make sense but fiction does?"

"Exactly!" she laughs. "Especially mystery fiction."

"Every time I finish a book with Kinsey, I think 'that's it.' I am absolutely played out -- nothing left to say and no place left to go. And then, inevitably, I come to the conclusion that no, maybe I have one more story in me."

"I am committed to getting to Z is for Zero, although I'm not sure how I'm going to get there. But I want to assure people that Kinsey will survive. After all, Kinsey IS me, and of course she'll live forever."

"But the past is a package deal," she concedes, echoing what's she's written in Kinsey and Me. "I wish life could be edited as deftly as prose... but I've found out that any attempt to trim out the dark matter takes away some of the good that was also buried in the muck. You can't tell just part of the truth."


  • "I'm a law-abiding little bun."

-- Grafton insistsi that she only writes about crime -- she doesn't commit it

  • "My father, C.W. Grafton, was a municipal bond attorney in Louisville, Kentucky, where I was born and raised. He was also a writer and published thrtee mysteries -- The Rat Began to Gnaw the Rope, The Rope Began to Hang the Butcher and Beyond a Reasonable Doubt. His first mystery won the 1943 Mary Roberts Rinehart Award. He was probably the greatest influence in my decision to write mystery novels because he was always so passionate about the genre himself."

-- Sue Grafton, June 2006,

  • "I'm smart one day out of thirty, but I never know which day it will be so I have to sit here patiently, feeling liker an ignortamus most of the time."

-- Sue Grafton




    Also distributed as a pamphlet given to attendees at Malice Domestic 2011 conference, where Grafton was recognized for Lifetime Achievement.


    • "An Eye for an I: Justice, Morality, the Nature of the Hard-Boiled Investigator and All That Existential Stuff." (1995, The Crown Crime Companion)

    An essay on the shamus game.


    Originally published in 1991 (see below), and only available as a limited-edition collector's item, this collection was finally released to the general public in 2013.


    • Kinsey and Me (Bench Press, 1991)

    "C" is for Collectible, I guess. This rarity was published by Grafton and her husband Steven Humphrey, and collects her short stories and an intro on her writing. Only 300 copies were printed, each signed, numbered and slipcased, and was available only by mail order from Grafton herself. Dealers are currently asking $750.00 or even more for a copy.


      Based on the novel The Lolly-Madonna War by Sue Grafton
      Screenplay by Sue Grafton & Rodney Carr-Smith
      Directed by Richard C. Sarafian
      Starring Rod Steiger, Robert Ryan, Jeff Bridges, Scott Wilson, Katherine Squire, Tresa Hughes, Kiel Martin, Ed Lauter, Joan Goodfellow, Randy Quaid, Season Hubley
      A relatively benign family feud between two Southern clans turns nasty when a girl is kidnapped.

    • RHODA
      (1974-78, CBS)
      TV series
      110 episodes
      Created by James L. Brooks and Allan Burns
      Starring Valerie Harper, Julie Kavanaugh, David Groh, Lorenzo Music
    • "With Friends Like These" (October 20, 1975)
      Written by Sue Grafton
      TV Movie

      TV Movie

    • NURSE
      TV Movie

      TV Movie

    • NURSE
      TV series
      Impressions (1982) (developer)
      Euthanasia (1982) (developer)
      Fevers (1982) (developer)
      ñThe Clown Prince Is Indisposed (1982) (developer)
      Father (1982) (developer)
      See all 25 episodes

      (TV series)

      Premiere: October 22, 1983
      Based on the novel by Agatha Christie
      Teleplay by Sue Gafton and Steve Humphries

      (TV movie)
      Premiere: October 30, 1983
      Based on a story by Robert Aller
      Teleplay by Robert Aller, Sue Gafton and Steven Humphries
      Starring Robert Mitchum

      (1983 TV movie)
      Premiere: November 5, 1983
      Based on the novel by Agatha Christie
      Teleplay by Robert M. Young, Sue Gafton and Steven Humphries

      (TV movie)

      TV Movie
      Teleplay by Sue Grafton and Steve Humphrey
      Directed by Bobby Roth
      Starring Jack Blessing, Max Gail, Gerrit Graham
      A night of romance in a blues bar.

      (1987, NTV [Japan])
      TV movie
      Premiere: July12, 1988
      Based on the novel B Is for Burglar by Sue Grafton
      Teleplay by Toshimichi Saeki
      Directed by Genji Nakamura
      Starring Rumiko Koyanagi as Kumiko Katagiri
      Also starring Kaku Takashina, Kai AtÙ, Miyoko Akaza, Yuki Ninagawa, Naoto Takenaka, Takashi Sasano, Sumie Sasaki, Toshie Kobayashi, KÙichi Ueda, Aoi Nakajima
      The first of two Japanese made-for-televsion movies apparently based on a Kinsey Millhone novel. No idea how they got the rights on these -- has Grafton backtracked on her promise to never let anyone film one of her Kinsey novels? Or how much the apparent lead chacter, Kumiko Katagirl, resembles Kinsey.

      (1988, NTV [Japan])
      TV movie
      Premiere: February 28, 1989
      Based on the novel D Is for Deadbeat by Sue Grafton
      Teleplay by Shûji Kataoka
      Directed byStarring Genji Nakamura
      Rumiko Koyanagi as Kumiko Katagiri
      Also starring Kaku Takashina, Noboru Nakaya, Fukumi Kuroda, Ken Osawa
      Second of two Japanese adaptations. Still no idea how close they are to their originals.



    • Kaufman, Natalie Hevener, and Carol Mcginnis Kay
      "G is For Grafton: The World Of Kinsey Millhone
      .. Buy this book
      New York: Henry Holt & Co.,1997.

    Report respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. Grafton photo by Laurie Roberts. Portions of this piece were originally published in Mystery Scene. Used by permission.

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