Nick Mamatas Sets the Record Straight

I read Richard K. Morgan's recent call for more happiness and hand-holding in SFF (among writers, I mean -- he still apparently wants the books to be all dreary sad slogs), scoffed at his claim that "crime writers" never fight with each other, but instead sing Kumbaya together around the campfires of their discarded low-denomination bills.

And I knew he was wrong -- badly, ridiculously wrong, as anyone who's ever heard of the cozy-hardboiled split would know -- but other things got in the way, and I didn't climb into high dudgeon to lambaste him.

And it's a good thing, since Nick Mamatas has just done it for me, and for all of us. Better than I probably would have, too.