Hugh P. Whitt
9530 Davenport Street
Omaha, Nebraska 68114
(402) 391-3094

I got my A.B. degree from Princeton and my M.A. and Ph.D degrees from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Susan Johnson was a fellow grad student at UNC. I've taught at UNC, Vanderbilt and Fisk Universities in Nashville, and I've been a faculty member in sociology at the University of Nebraska for over 40 years, specializing in criminology and religious studies. Along the way, I've published two scholarly books, numerous articles in scholarly journals, and two short novels. My first book, The Currents of Lethal Violence, received the Distinguished Book Award from the Midsouth Sociological Society in 1994. Louise Cook, God rest her soul, would be proud that my second book is a translation from the French of one of the earliest sociological studies, André-Michel Guerry's Essay on the Moral Statistics of France, and that my currrent work focuses on the analyzing the data he collected on violence in France in 1833.

My office contact is:
Department of Sociology
University of Nebraska-Lincoln
Lincoln, NE 68858-0324
(402) 472-6047

The novels, The Adventure of the Two Coptic Patriarchs and The Adventure of the Victorian Vulcan, are Sherlock Holmes pastiches with a science-fictional twist that I published under the pen name of P. Whitney Hughes. They were published last year in Canada, and they can be obtained at (Sorry for the crass self-promotion). I started writing fiction while I was at Brown, and one of the short stories I wrote back then will be included in a collection that I hope will come out later this year, but I only got serious about it a couple of years ago. There's a story here. Back in 1974, one of my coleagues and I were lamenting that sociologists are terrible writers, present company excluded, of course. We challenged each other to write the Great American Novel, and we both worked on doing just that in our spare time for the next thirty years. When we finally finished, we showed our work to one another and a few carefully chosen friends. One of them, a member of the Baker Street Irregulars, liked mine so much that he put me in touch with the Sherlockian specialty publisher who eventually published it and asked for more. When I retire I suspect I'll have a second career as a writer of detective fiction.

I married my next-door neighbor in Lincoln, Susan Brailey, after a twelve-year courtship (think When Harry Met Sally), and we moved to Omaha, where she worked as a quality assurance analyst. She retired in 1992, but I'm still commuting 50 miles a day. We couldn't have children, but Sue's brother, who is much younger, sort of fills that niche for us. Also, one of the things that brought us together was our mutual life-long love of dogs, so we think of Sophie, our beagle, and Penny, our cocker spaniel, as our kids.

Great to hear from you. We haven't been to any reunions, but we'll try to get down to Red Top Mountain in July.