The book was selected as one of the best or notable books of 2017 by the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, Time, Entertainment Weekly, Boston Globe, Bloomberg, San Francisco Chronicle, NPR, PBS, Seattle Times, Smithsonian, GQ, Slate, Buzzfeed, Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Outside, The Week, Star Tribune, Newsday, Kirkus, Library Journal, Marshall Project, Parade, History, Paste, Powells, and Barnes and Noble. Vulture named it the best thriller of the year. And both Amazon and Shelf Awareness chose it as the single best book of 2017. According to Literary Hub, it was also the best reviewed nonfiction book of the year.
In its citation, the judges for the National Book Award wrote that Killers of the Flower Moon is “structured taut as a noir, researched like an indictment, and written with hard-boiled empathy.” The book is also a finalist for an Edgar Award for best true mystery and for an Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Nonfiction.
Here’s the first teaser trailer:
“A fascinating account of a tragic and forgotten chapter in the history of the American West. As in all his work, David Grann digs deep, and this powerful story reveals the unimaginable scale of these shocking murders almost a hundred years ago.”
From New Yorker staff writer David Grann, #1 New York Times best-selling author of The Lost City of Z, a twisting, haunting true-life murder mystery about one of the most monstrous crimes in American history.
The Lost City of Z film will close this year’s New York Film Festival, Saturday, October 15th.
Jonah Weiner discusses my work at Slate.
I don’t get to take too much time from writing for The New Yorker, but I recently blogged at the Powell’s blog, which was a lot of fun, and this week I’m blogging The New Yorker’s book blog, “The Book Bench.” Here’s my first post: “David Grann Takes the Bench.”
The Lost City of Z hit The New York Times Bestseller List for paperback nonfiction last week at #1!
I was on CBS’s Sunday Morning on Sunday the 21st. Here’s an excerpt from the conversation:
On a cold January day in 1925, a tall, distinguished gentleman hurried across the docks in Hoboken, New Jersey, toward the SS Vauban, a five-hundred-and-eleven-foot ocean liner bound for Rio de Janeiro. He was fifty- seven years old and stood over six feet, his long arms corded with muscles. Although his hair was thinning and his mustache was flecked with white, he was so fit that he could walk for days with little, if any, rest or nourishment. His nose was crooked like a boxer’s, and there was something ferocious about his appearance, especially his eyes. They were set close together and peered out from under thick tufts of hair. No one, not even his family, seemed to agree on their color– some thought they were blue, others gray. Yet virtually everyone who encountered him was struck by their intensity: some called them “the eyes of a visionary.” He had frequently been photographed in riding boots and wearing a Stetson, with a rifle slung over his shoulder, but even in a suit and a tie, and without his customary wild beard, he could be recognized by the crowds on the pier. He was Colonel Percy Harrison Fawcett, and his name was known throughout the world.
Great piece in The Times on Fawcett and recent discoveries in the Amazon: