Clive Rosengren's long career as a character actor included appearances on Seinfeld, in the film Ed Wood, and memorably as the only person ever to throw Sam Malone out of the bar on Cheers.
His first novel, Murder Unscripted, draws heavily on his movieland experiences. Booklist and MysteryScene both greeted the book with raves, and the Private Eye Writers of America seconded those judgments with a Shamus nomination.
Clive Rosengren lives in Oregon. His web page is here.
Clive Rosengren dropped by the Bouchercon in Albany and reported his adventures in the Private Eye Writers of America’s newsletter:
I'm a retired actor, and therefore an Oscar junkie. Having done the Hollywood Hustle for eighteen years, I'm very familiar with the mantra "It's an honor just to be nominated."
However, I discovered the truth of that statement when I learned my debut novel Murder Unscripted had been nominated for the Shamus as Best First PI Novel. Gobsmacked, as the Brits say, is the best way to describe my reaction upon hearing the news.
I hadn't planned on attending Bouchercon in Albany, largely because of the distance. A New York City trip in May to see a friend on Broadway convinced me to think twice about undertaking a cross-country jaunt again. But when the news came, I thought it best to hop on a plane—actually several planes—and attend the awards banquet. A three-hour delay at O'Hare was made tolerable
by meeting and talking with Joe R. Lansdale.
Bouchercon itself had its shortcomings, mostly due to the cold and cavernous Empire State Plaza and lackof a central hotel. The Shamus banquet on Friday night, however, was special. Bob Randisi's penchant for staging the affair in unusual venues didn't disappoint. This time the Shamus was bestowed in the Linda, now a performing arts center, but at one time a bank. No doubt plot lines presented themselves to the assembled writers as we dug into our plates of pasta.
My cab ride to the event took less time than expected, so I waited at a nearby Subway, where I met David Housewright. He was also having a cool drink while waiting for the doors to open. I'm familiar
with David's work, and our conversation found that we had friends in common from my time living in Minneapolis.
Once inside the Linda, I confess to feeling a little like the guy wearing sneakers with a tuxedo. Parnell Hall I knew, so we chatted. Then in walked Lawrence Block, whose work has probably felled as many forests as the newly departed Tom Clancy. Several other writers I knew by reputation and their books, which only reinforced my awe in being in the same room with them.
As I stood along a wall, Diet Coke in hand, PWA's own Christine Matthews took me under her wing and invited me to sit at the table with her and Bob Randisi, along with PWA's President Steve Hamilton. Joining us, and sitting next to me, was one of my competitors, Michael Sears, who turned out to be the eventual winner for his novel Black Fridays. In retrospect, I perhaps should have done something sinister to his pasta, but the look on his face when his name was announced made any thought of mayhem inappropriate. My congratulations to Michael. Well deserved.
During dinner, I revealed that I had spent most of the last forty years as an actor. Steve Hamilton then said he thought he recognized me from something. Yeah, right, Hamilton. Been there, done that. But he was right. I mentioned that I had appeared in the Johnny Depp film Ed Wood. Bingo. He hit the nail on the head. Steve, your books shall forever be in my library.
As the slate of nominees for Best First PI novel was read, my anticipation rose, and then quickly dissipated. But no problem. I'm still in awe to see my name among the nominees. The recognition from a group who I can now rightfully call my peers will always be there. I'm proud to be a member of the PWA and will look forward to subsequent Shamus award banquets . . . and who knows, maybe even another nomination.