having one detective explain whodunnit to another without telling us.

I'm confused what you mean by this. Do you mean one detective told another who the culprit was, but the author never explained how it was figured out, or one detective told another off-page, as it were?

PD James does occasionally do the annoying thing when one character says to another, "Let me tell you what we found in the house," and then we don't learn what that was until they're arresting the murderer. In her recent books, my main problem is that, for my taste, we spend way too much time with the murderer and the victims. In some books, I get awfully fond of the the victims before they're brutally murdered and in others I think I would have murdered this person myself.

I don't mind getting to know the victims - in fact, I rather like it. More impact with the murder.

What she did was to go something like this:

"I've worked out how the murder was committed," said Dalgliesh.

"Do tell," said Inspector Reckless.

The wind battered the tiny cottage during the conversation. Reckless leaned back in his chair when Dalgliesh was done.

"You're right," he said. "That will be hard to prove."

That's not exclusive to her, just FYI. I've seen that trick pulled in everything from Sherlock Holmes to Peter Wimsey.

I wasn't touting it as a rare new breed of storytelling never before seen in nature -- I've, you know, read books and seen it before. I'm just trying to avoid it if it's her characteristic. Hell, that's why I don't read as much Holmes as I might otherwise--that and the arcane twisted knowledge required to solve the crimes.

Honestly, I don't mind a character saying "I know how it's done." and it not being shared. It's references to conversations with actual information in them that's not shared.

For Good Omens fans. Gaiman and Pratchett came up with New Year's resolutions for Crowley and Aziraphale: [link]

I'm trying to track down the short story that "Brokeback Mountain" was based on. Any clue where it was published, what collection it might be in, or even if it was ever published online?

Anne, it was originally published in the New Yorker, and I thought I saw a link to the story on their website somewhere in my interbunny travels. Let me check the usual suspects.

Here's a cached version from Google: [link]

Thanks, Sue! If I can track this down, it will absolutely make my mom's Christmas. She's a huge Annie Proulx fan, and hasn't been able to find the story anywhere.

ETA: THANK YOU!!!!

Mom's getting gay cowboys for Christmas! Whee!