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Who Done It?

Author Jon Scieszka
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Soho Press | Soho Teen
On sale Feb 12, 2013 | 373 Pages | 9781616951535
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A star-studded anthology with a devilish hook, whose proceeds benefit 826nyc: the fabulous literacy non-profit founded by Dave Eggers.
 
Can you imagine the most cantankerous book editor alive? Part Voldemort, part Cruella de Vil (if she were a dude), and worse in appearance and odor than a gluttonous farm pig? A man who makes no secret of his love of cheese or his disdain of unworthy authors? That man is Herman Mildew.
 
The anthology opens with an invitation to a party, care of this insufferable monster, where more than 80 of the most talented, bestselling and recognizable names in YA and children’s fiction learn that they are suspects in his murder. All must provide alibis in brief first-person entries. The problem is that all of them are liars, all of them are fabulists, and all have something to hide...
Jon Scieszka, who runs point on the investigation, is one of the world's best-loved, bestselling, and well-known children's authors. The very first UN Ambassador of Children's Literature, Jon is also a Caldecott Honor recipient whose books have been translated into 14 languages and have sold millions around the world. Contributors include John Green, Sara Shepard, Lauren Oliver, Lauren Myracle, Adam Mansbach & Ricardo Cortes (authors of Go the F*ck to Sleep), Maureen Johnson, Libba Bray, Gayle Forman, Rebecca Stead, Daniel Handler (as Lemony Snickett), Mo Willems, Dave Eggers (not YA but still a suspect), and countless other bestselling and award-winning authors.
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Introduction (by Jon Scieszka)

Ladies and gentlemen . . . and I use those terms loosely because I know you are all writers and illustrators . . . we have a bit of a situation.
     You were all invited to this party tonight because of your relationship with Mr. Herman Q. Mildew.
     Some of you were not fond of him. Others of you could not stand him. Most of you completely hated his guts.
     Mr. Mildew brought you to this abandoned pickle factory because he had something to tell you, something that he thought might make you very mad. And he wanted to see
all of you freak out live and in person.
     But that is not going to happen.
     You see . . . Mr. Herman Q. Mildew is no longer with us.
     He shuffled off this mortal coil, took the long walk off the short pier, has gone to glory, gave up the ghost, cashed in, checked out, kicked the bucket, went bye-bye.
     He is now a corpse, a cadaver, dearly departed, a stiff. The problem?
     Each and every one of you had a reason to send Mr.Herman Mildew to the Great Beyond. You are all suspects in his demise. And it is up to me—and the keen reader holding this book—to figure out: Who done it?
     As you well know, Herman Mildew was not a nice man.
     He was mean, arrogant, loud, large, obnoxious, cruel to small furry animals,  delusional, thoughtless, difficult, vulgar, negative, likely to take the last sip of orange juice and then put the empty carton back in the refrigerator, intolerant, sneaky, greedy, fond of toenail clippings and strong cheeses, hugely entertained by the misfortune of others, hateful, quick to anger, unforgiving, mean, gaseous, paranoid, belligerent, unreasonable, demanding, smelly, near-sighted . . . in short: an editor. Perhaps even your editor, or the editor of someone you admire.

     Some examples of his sadistic behavior, in no particular order:
• He enrolled Dave Eggers in True Romance’s Book-of-the-Month Club.
• He drew mustaches on all of Lauren Oliver’s author photos.
• He told Mo Willems what he could do with the Pigeon.

All this is true. So why did you accept this invitation?
     Never mind. The more important question is why a quick pat-down of this audience turned up:
• 1 poison-tipped umbrella
• 1 suitcase full of poisonous tree frogs
• 3 throwing stars
• 1 noose, 1 candlestick, and 1 lead pipe
• 2 snakes resembling speckled “friendship” bands
• 1 frozen leg of lamb

     What?
     Me?
     Why do I have a piece of piano wire hanging out of my trench coat?
     Why . . . why . . . not because Mr. Mildew once forced me to play “I’m A Little Teapot” on the piano in front of hundreds of booksellers. And I wasn’t going to use it to strangle anyone in a most fitting way. I have piano wire because . . . because . . . because I was fixing my piano last time I was wearing this coat. I was just replacing the—
     Wait a minute! Our readers and I are running this investigation. We’ll ask the questions. And we want answers. We want alibis.
     Of course, before you begin, we are bound by law to advise you that you have the right to remain silent.
     But who are we kidding?
     You are (as mentioned) a bunch of writers and illustrators. You couldn’t remain silent if your life depended on it. You would sell your grandmother for an audience.
     So tell us your alibi.
     Convince us that you did not do in, cut down, rub out, bump off, put away, dispatch, exterminate, eradicate, liquidate, assassinate, fix, drop, croak, or kill the late, unlamented Mr. Herman Mildew.

J. R. and Kate Angelella's alibi
We were mad enough to murder, but please allow us to explain.
     We didn’t murder Herman Mildew. You can split us up—in fact, we encourage it—and you can scream and shout and shine a bright light in our eyes to see that we are telling the truth. We have nothing to hide here because we didn’t do it. We admit that we said we were mad enough to murder, but it’s not what you think. We were mad enough to murder, but not mad enough to murder Herman Mildew.
     (Is it all right that we use the past tense when we talk about Herman Mildew, or does that make us look guilty too?)
     It’s true—Herman Mildew was a rat of a man, who nibbled and nibbled and nibbled away at our words, chewing up and spitting out the most beautiful and meaningful  parts of our novel. He was never pleased with any draft that we turned in to him on time. He was never happy with our work. He always wanted more, or demanded a whole lot less.
     Herman Mildew was definitely the princess who slept on the pea.
     Herman Mildew was the Goldilocks to our bears.
     We agree; if he is, in fact, dead and he was, in fact, murdered, then it was most certainly someone he knew. It just wasn’t us.
     Yes, it’s true that he used to be our editor.
     Yes, it’s true that he didn’t like our book.
     Yes, it’s true that we wrote him into the final draft of our book as a villainous, spiteful tree-dwelling gnome.
     And, yes, it’s true that he fired us from his imprint after he discovered the aforementioned gnome’s name, hardly a fire-able offense.
     That being said, once we were fired, we were free from him. We were free from his yammering, and free from his pointless line edits. We didn’t have to falsely lie in our blogs about how brilliant and amazing our editor was to work with (a total lie!) or write a loving acknowledgement in the back of our book like Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Mildew, we owe every success of this book to you (which would have also been a lie!).
     Are we guilty of being tacky, naming the villainous gnome after Mildew? Maybe.
Are we guilty of being mean? Absolutely.
     But are we guilty of murder? No, not his.
     We were mad enough to murder was meant as an expression, not a literal action. We never meant it to be real or even directed at Mildew. Simply put—the reason it was said was that we absolutely drive ourselves insane sometimes. Always talking like this—in the plural first person point of view, simultaneously, like we’re the same  person, always speaking as one. It’s enough to make one mad—maybe not mad like mad enough to murder, but more mad like mad like crazy.
     Are we making sense with this yet?
    Allow us to be clearer: we were once mad enough to murder, but after this falsified murder accusation we are madder like madder like incredibly annoyed, and quickly barreling toward madness like madness at the hands of the late Herman Mildew.
     How is that for clarity?
Copyright © 2013 by Jon Scieszka. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Praise for Who Done It?
 
"Go buy this book for your kids. Every kid on the planet needs this book. And the extra bonus is that proceeds from Who Done It? benefit 826nyc, the literacy non-profit founded by Dave Eggers!"
—NCBLA Executive Director Mary Brigid Barrett
 
"Well worth a read."
—The Guardian (UK)
 
"Wonderful and fun to read. Included in these pages is some fabulous description, lots and lots of creativity...[will] keep even the pickiest teen happy for hours."
—Tulsa Books Examiner

“Curl up and check out the laugh-out-loud alibis.”
—Justine Magazine

"Who Done It? is essentially a who’s who of fabulous YA...And they’re all talking. But someone’s lying. The 'alibis' range from poetry to comics, and are hilarious."
—Persephone Magazine

“With a lively blend of self-incrimination and finger-pointing, Who Done It? will keep readers guessing to the end.”
—Shelf Awareness

"Filled with in-jokes and carried to ridiculous extremes by a mammoth stable of YA and children’s authors...clever."
—Kirkus Reviews
 
"The finger-pointing and self-incrimination begin in every form imaginable...David Levithan offers his alibi in verse....Indeed, the pen is being used mightily to drum up support for creative writing; proceeds from sales will benefit Dave Eggers’ (another among the accused) 826 program in New York."
—Booklist

"Jon Scieszka combines humor and Clue style campy mystery in his Who Done It?"

—Crimespree Magazine
"How did you get my phone number? Stop calling me or I'm getting the police involved."
—Maureen Johnson, author of The Name of the Star and The Last Little Blue Envelope

"Wah-huh?"
—Gayle Forman, author of If I Stay and Where I Went

"Who are you? Why are you writing down everything I'm saying? What book? What are you talking about?"
—Lemony Snicket, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events and Who Could That Be at This Hour?

"Papery. And rectilinear."
—Barry Lyga, author of I Hunt Killers

"Of all the books I've ever read, this was definitely the most recent."
—Jennifer Smith, author of The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

"If you already know who done it, this is not the book for you."
—Mo Willems, author of Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus

"Deliciously cheesy."
—Jo Knowles, author of See You At Harry's

"Exceptionally rectangular."
—Kiersten White, author of Paranormalcy

"My God. It's full of words."
—Kieran Scott, author of the He's So/She's So trilogy
 
"Not enough pictures."
—Ricardo Cortés, co-author of Go the F--k to Sleep

"Cures everything from sleeplessness to insomnia."
—Natalie Standiford, author of The Secret Tree
 
"Wicked awesome."
—Lisa Brown, How to Be
 
"Who is Jon Scieszka?"
—Casey Scieszka, co-author of To Timbuktu

"I'll get back to you with a blurb as soon as I have some time."
—Leslie Margolis, author of Everybody Bugs Out

"This book is full of slanders, falsehoods, and outrageous defamations of character. In other words, it was perfect!"
—Adam Gidwitz, author of A Tale Dark and Grimm

"Without a doubt, one of the top 10,000 books of the year."
—Robin Wasserman, author of The Book of Blood and Shadow

"Stays crunchy in milk."
—Gordon Korman, author of Swindle
 
"It makes an excellent step so I can reach all my shoes."
—Kate Brian, author of the Private series

"What an outrageous, hysterical, cheesy, fantastic, ingenious book!"
—Emily’s Crammed Bookshelf

"Funny, creative, and clever. Buy a copy for yourself and another for a young reader in your life."
—Beth Fish Reads

About

A star-studded anthology with a devilish hook, whose proceeds benefit 826nyc: the fabulous literacy non-profit founded by Dave Eggers.
 
Can you imagine the most cantankerous book editor alive? Part Voldemort, part Cruella de Vil (if she were a dude), and worse in appearance and odor than a gluttonous farm pig? A man who makes no secret of his love of cheese or his disdain of unworthy authors? That man is Herman Mildew.
 
The anthology opens with an invitation to a party, care of this insufferable monster, where more than 80 of the most talented, bestselling and recognizable names in YA and children’s fiction learn that they are suspects in his murder. All must provide alibis in brief first-person entries. The problem is that all of them are liars, all of them are fabulists, and all have something to hide...

Author

Jon Scieszka, who runs point on the investigation, is one of the world's best-loved, bestselling, and well-known children's authors. The very first UN Ambassador of Children's Literature, Jon is also a Caldecott Honor recipient whose books have been translated into 14 languages and have sold millions around the world. Contributors include John Green, Sara Shepard, Lauren Oliver, Lauren Myracle, Adam Mansbach & Ricardo Cortes (authors of Go the F*ck to Sleep), Maureen Johnson, Libba Bray, Gayle Forman, Rebecca Stead, Daniel Handler (as Lemony Snickett), Mo Willems, Dave Eggers (not YA but still a suspect), and countless other bestselling and award-winning authors.
Jon Scieszka View titles by Jon Scieszka

Excerpt

Introduction (by Jon Scieszka)

Ladies and gentlemen . . . and I use those terms loosely because I know you are all writers and illustrators . . . we have a bit of a situation.
     You were all invited to this party tonight because of your relationship with Mr. Herman Q. Mildew.
     Some of you were not fond of him. Others of you could not stand him. Most of you completely hated his guts.
     Mr. Mildew brought you to this abandoned pickle factory because he had something to tell you, something that he thought might make you very mad. And he wanted to see
all of you freak out live and in person.
     But that is not going to happen.
     You see . . . Mr. Herman Q. Mildew is no longer with us.
     He shuffled off this mortal coil, took the long walk off the short pier, has gone to glory, gave up the ghost, cashed in, checked out, kicked the bucket, went bye-bye.
     He is now a corpse, a cadaver, dearly departed, a stiff. The problem?
     Each and every one of you had a reason to send Mr.Herman Mildew to the Great Beyond. You are all suspects in his demise. And it is up to me—and the keen reader holding this book—to figure out: Who done it?
     As you well know, Herman Mildew was not a nice man.
     He was mean, arrogant, loud, large, obnoxious, cruel to small furry animals,  delusional, thoughtless, difficult, vulgar, negative, likely to take the last sip of orange juice and then put the empty carton back in the refrigerator, intolerant, sneaky, greedy, fond of toenail clippings and strong cheeses, hugely entertained by the misfortune of others, hateful, quick to anger, unforgiving, mean, gaseous, paranoid, belligerent, unreasonable, demanding, smelly, near-sighted . . . in short: an editor. Perhaps even your editor, or the editor of someone you admire.

     Some examples of his sadistic behavior, in no particular order:
• He enrolled Dave Eggers in True Romance’s Book-of-the-Month Club.
• He drew mustaches on all of Lauren Oliver’s author photos.
• He told Mo Willems what he could do with the Pigeon.

All this is true. So why did you accept this invitation?
     Never mind. The more important question is why a quick pat-down of this audience turned up:
• 1 poison-tipped umbrella
• 1 suitcase full of poisonous tree frogs
• 3 throwing stars
• 1 noose, 1 candlestick, and 1 lead pipe
• 2 snakes resembling speckled “friendship” bands
• 1 frozen leg of lamb

     What?
     Me?
     Why do I have a piece of piano wire hanging out of my trench coat?
     Why . . . why . . . not because Mr. Mildew once forced me to play “I’m A Little Teapot” on the piano in front of hundreds of booksellers. And I wasn’t going to use it to strangle anyone in a most fitting way. I have piano wire because . . . because . . . because I was fixing my piano last time I was wearing this coat. I was just replacing the—
     Wait a minute! Our readers and I are running this investigation. We’ll ask the questions. And we want answers. We want alibis.
     Of course, before you begin, we are bound by law to advise you that you have the right to remain silent.
     But who are we kidding?
     You are (as mentioned) a bunch of writers and illustrators. You couldn’t remain silent if your life depended on it. You would sell your grandmother for an audience.
     So tell us your alibi.
     Convince us that you did not do in, cut down, rub out, bump off, put away, dispatch, exterminate, eradicate, liquidate, assassinate, fix, drop, croak, or kill the late, unlamented Mr. Herman Mildew.

J. R. and Kate Angelella's alibi
We were mad enough to murder, but please allow us to explain.
     We didn’t murder Herman Mildew. You can split us up—in fact, we encourage it—and you can scream and shout and shine a bright light in our eyes to see that we are telling the truth. We have nothing to hide here because we didn’t do it. We admit that we said we were mad enough to murder, but it’s not what you think. We were mad enough to murder, but not mad enough to murder Herman Mildew.
     (Is it all right that we use the past tense when we talk about Herman Mildew, or does that make us look guilty too?)
     It’s true—Herman Mildew was a rat of a man, who nibbled and nibbled and nibbled away at our words, chewing up and spitting out the most beautiful and meaningful  parts of our novel. He was never pleased with any draft that we turned in to him on time. He was never happy with our work. He always wanted more, or demanded a whole lot less.
     Herman Mildew was definitely the princess who slept on the pea.
     Herman Mildew was the Goldilocks to our bears.
     We agree; if he is, in fact, dead and he was, in fact, murdered, then it was most certainly someone he knew. It just wasn’t us.
     Yes, it’s true that he used to be our editor.
     Yes, it’s true that he didn’t like our book.
     Yes, it’s true that we wrote him into the final draft of our book as a villainous, spiteful tree-dwelling gnome.
     And, yes, it’s true that he fired us from his imprint after he discovered the aforementioned gnome’s name, hardly a fire-able offense.
     That being said, once we were fired, we were free from him. We were free from his yammering, and free from his pointless line edits. We didn’t have to falsely lie in our blogs about how brilliant and amazing our editor was to work with (a total lie!) or write a loving acknowledgement in the back of our book like Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Mildew, we owe every success of this book to you (which would have also been a lie!).
     Are we guilty of being tacky, naming the villainous gnome after Mildew? Maybe.
Are we guilty of being mean? Absolutely.
     But are we guilty of murder? No, not his.
     We were mad enough to murder was meant as an expression, not a literal action. We never meant it to be real or even directed at Mildew. Simply put—the reason it was said was that we absolutely drive ourselves insane sometimes. Always talking like this—in the plural first person point of view, simultaneously, like we’re the same  person, always speaking as one. It’s enough to make one mad—maybe not mad like mad enough to murder, but more mad like mad like crazy.
     Are we making sense with this yet?
    Allow us to be clearer: we were once mad enough to murder, but after this falsified murder accusation we are madder like madder like incredibly annoyed, and quickly barreling toward madness like madness at the hands of the late Herman Mildew.
     How is that for clarity?
Copyright © 2013 by Jon Scieszka. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Praise

Praise for Who Done It?
 
"Go buy this book for your kids. Every kid on the planet needs this book. And the extra bonus is that proceeds from Who Done It? benefit 826nyc, the literacy non-profit founded by Dave Eggers!"
—NCBLA Executive Director Mary Brigid Barrett
 
"Well worth a read."
—The Guardian (UK)
 
"Wonderful and fun to read. Included in these pages is some fabulous description, lots and lots of creativity...[will] keep even the pickiest teen happy for hours."
—Tulsa Books Examiner

“Curl up and check out the laugh-out-loud alibis.”
—Justine Magazine

"Who Done It? is essentially a who’s who of fabulous YA...And they’re all talking. But someone’s lying. The 'alibis' range from poetry to comics, and are hilarious."
—Persephone Magazine

“With a lively blend of self-incrimination and finger-pointing, Who Done It? will keep readers guessing to the end.”
—Shelf Awareness

"Filled with in-jokes and carried to ridiculous extremes by a mammoth stable of YA and children’s authors...clever."
—Kirkus Reviews
 
"The finger-pointing and self-incrimination begin in every form imaginable...David Levithan offers his alibi in verse....Indeed, the pen is being used mightily to drum up support for creative writing; proceeds from sales will benefit Dave Eggers’ (another among the accused) 826 program in New York."
—Booklist

"Jon Scieszka combines humor and Clue style campy mystery in his Who Done It?"

—Crimespree Magazine
"How did you get my phone number? Stop calling me or I'm getting the police involved."
—Maureen Johnson, author of The Name of the Star and The Last Little Blue Envelope

"Wah-huh?"
—Gayle Forman, author of If I Stay and Where I Went

"Who are you? Why are you writing down everything I'm saying? What book? What are you talking about?"
—Lemony Snicket, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events and Who Could That Be at This Hour?

"Papery. And rectilinear."
—Barry Lyga, author of I Hunt Killers

"Of all the books I've ever read, this was definitely the most recent."
—Jennifer Smith, author of The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

"If you already know who done it, this is not the book for you."
—Mo Willems, author of Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus

"Deliciously cheesy."
—Jo Knowles, author of See You At Harry's

"Exceptionally rectangular."
—Kiersten White, author of Paranormalcy

"My God. It's full of words."
—Kieran Scott, author of the He's So/She's So trilogy
 
"Not enough pictures."
—Ricardo Cortés, co-author of Go the F--k to Sleep

"Cures everything from sleeplessness to insomnia."
—Natalie Standiford, author of The Secret Tree
 
"Wicked awesome."
—Lisa Brown, How to Be
 
"Who is Jon Scieszka?"
—Casey Scieszka, co-author of To Timbuktu

"I'll get back to you with a blurb as soon as I have some time."
—Leslie Margolis, author of Everybody Bugs Out

"This book is full of slanders, falsehoods, and outrageous defamations of character. In other words, it was perfect!"
—Adam Gidwitz, author of A Tale Dark and Grimm

"Without a doubt, one of the top 10,000 books of the year."
—Robin Wasserman, author of The Book of Blood and Shadow

"Stays crunchy in milk."
—Gordon Korman, author of Swindle
 
"It makes an excellent step so I can reach all my shoes."
—Kate Brian, author of the Private series

"What an outrageous, hysterical, cheesy, fantastic, ingenious book!"
—Emily’s Crammed Bookshelf

"Funny, creative, and clever. Buy a copy for yourself and another for a young reader in your life."
—Beth Fish Reads

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