The recent discussion here about "adult material" in my DIAGNOSIS MURDER books reminded me of a book signing I did a while ago. I spoke to an audience of retirees in the auditorium at a retirement home. When I was done with my presentation, an elderly man raised his hand.
"Yes, sir, do you have a question?" I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
At that point, I had just finished speaking about myself, and the books that I write, for about 15 minutes.
"I’m Lee Goldberg," I said. "I’m an author."
I quickly turned my attention to a woman raising her hand. "Yes, ma’am."
She smiled sweetly. "You are such a nice young man. I’m so glad you came today. Have you written anything I might have read?"
I motioned to the books next to me. "These. The Diagnosis Murder books. The ones I was just talking about."
"Oh," she said. "I’m not familiar with those."
I turned to someone else with a raised hand. "Yes, ma’am, do you have a question?"
She looked at me sternly. "Is there any explicit sex in your books?"
"No," I said. "They are squeaky clean."
She shook her head, a frown on her face. "Then I’m not reading them."