Winner of the Lefty Award for Best Humorous Mystery, 2007
“The Dorothy Parker of Scotland.”
Ken Bruen, author of Priest
“The humour is black, the narrative surreal, the author insane. Helena Handbasket elbowed her way into my fantasy life, replacing several Hollywood starlets at one stroke.”
John Baker, author of White Skin Man
“It’s like having Groucho Marx feeding you one-liners over your shoulder the entire trip. Author Donna Moore’s debut is a laugh-riot of a read.”
Charlie Stella, author of Shakedown
“…Go To Helena Handbasket is a hilarious send up of the mystery genre. Donna Moore, with her trademark wit, has created a fast and funny read. I absolutely devoured it and anxiously await an encore.”
Devoted Fan, Barbara Seranella, author of the Munch Mancini crime novels.
“We all may very well be going to hell in a handbasket, but if we take Donna Moore’s riotously funny …Go To Helena Handbasket along for the ride, at least we’ll go down laughing. Sam Spade in a skirt on acid.”
Reed Farrel Coleman, author of The James Deans
“Bridget Jones meets Raymond Chandler meets Jeffrey Dahmer in …Go To Helena Handbasket, Donna Moore’s brilliant absurd romp of a detective novel. Kudos to PointBlank Press for unearthing yet another gem.”
Jason Starr, author of Lights Out
“Donna Moore’s debut rattles along at a manic pace. Sharp, snappy and very witty, the story starts at a sprint and never lets up its relentless pace. Moore is definitely one to keep an eye on.”
John Rickards, author of The Touch Of Ghosts
“Sharp, smart and flat out funny. Donna Moore knows the genre, and she knows right where to stick the knife. The comedic debut of the year.”
Victor Gischler, author of Suicide Squeeze
Donna Moore was born in 1962 and led a sheltered childhood in a small English village. A crime fiction fan from a young age, Donna wanted to be one of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five and fight crime with the aid of only a basket of cucumber sandwiches and a bottle of ginger beer. She spent her spare time following mysterious strangers around the village - especially those with cockney accents and a couple of days’ growth of stubble - until a complaint from the new local vicar put a stop to her sleuthing career.
She now lives in Glasgow, where she has a thrilling dual career as a mild-mannered pension consultant by day, and an unemployed superhero by night. For relaxation she listens to Dean Martin and The Ramones, watches screwball comedy and film noir, and enjoys salsa, cha cha cha and merengue - despite having two left feet.
“…Go To Helena Handbasket” is her first book.