His series “Life on the Land: An American Farm Family” were the stories he had written to result in such a prize. That year his writing efforts would be validated even further as he won a Pulitzer for Non-Deadline Feature Writing. John Sandford’s break out year would come in 1986. That year was also his first brush with a Pulitzer as he made it as a finalist thanks to a series of stories he had written on Native American culture. As usual his work excelled there and John Sandford became a full-time daily columnist by 1980. There he joined the staff of The Saint Paul Pioneer Press as a features reporter.

In 1978 John Sandford was looking for a new challenge. He used his Bachelor’s in American history and Masters in Journalism from the University of Iowa to hone his skills, becoming a top writer at the Miami Herald. Before his first two releases in 1989, John Sandford wrote for the Miami Herald, for seven years during the 1970’s. So from then on John Roswell Camp became John Sandford. The later took off, becoming increasingly more popular than the first. He had two books coming out that year and they decided to release one, The Fools Rush In, under his real name and a second under a pseudonym, Rules of Prey. He created the pseudonym at the request of his publisher in 1989. But that is the real name of an author I am sure you all have heard of, John Sandford. Sometime soon, unless he could stop it, there would be another death, and then still another, and Davenport couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this time, the final death might not be his own….When you think of the Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and bestselling novelist John Roswell Camp, you may end up drawing a blank. He had felt this way not long before, sensed the curling of an indefinable evil, and not only had it nearly gotten him killed, it had lost him his fiance, who’d never been able to recover from the violence of the encounter. There were currents running through this group, hints and whispers of something much greater than the murder of a single man. If he read it in a book, Lucas Davenport thought, it would seem like one of those classic murder mysteries, the kind where the detective gathers everyone together at the end and solves the case with a little speech.īut it wasn’t going to be that easy, he knew. The company chairman lay on the cold ground of the woods, his eyes unseeing, his orange hunting jacket punctured by a rifle bullet at close range.Īround him stood the four executives with whom he had been hunting, each with his or her own complicated agenda, each with a reason not to be sorrowful about the man’s death.

Secret prey by john sandford