Pawsitively Eastport

Hello again from Sarah Graves, writing to you from Eastport, Maine, which has gone to the dogs. And I mean that in a good way: first of all, our friends Ken and Denise Brown are going great guns with Eastport Pets, a food-and-supplies store for our furry pals. Food, toys, OTC remedies, grooming items, wearables — you name it, if it’s for dogs or cats (some other critters, too), they’ve got it. Our house runs much more smoothly now that Evie the Doggie Diva can get food and treats that don’t make her break out in hives or worse, and from the amount of traffic in and out of the store I think lots of other Eastporters feel the same.

Next: The Ken and Julia Gholson Memorial Dog Park! Named in memory of some beloved people and frequented by many of Eastport’s most interesting personalities, the dog park is fast becoming a favorite. Double gated, securely fenced, and big enough so even a large dog can get up a good head of steam, the park is open to all, residents and visitors alike, who are willing to pick up after their animals.

Two pet care services cover the needs of animals whose humans want or need a break: CPL Kennels is a traditional boarding operation for dogs, while Pampered Pets offers day care, scheduled doggy play times, dog walking, and other animal services like trips to the vet and in-home feeding and exercise. And for animal health care, nearby Little River Vet Clinic offers the full range of veterinary services.

Eastport’s the perfect place for animal owning vacationers or day trippers. A daring dog can even take a trip to Canada on the ferry! Just make sure Fido’s papers are in order: a current rabies certificate will insure that the pup gets welcomed back into the country as easily as s/he was let out of it.

If you’d like to help downeast Maine animals and have a good time, too, you might be interested in an upcoming event to benefit them:

Saturday, June 23 7:00 pm (ET)
Calais – Calais Regional High School – 34 Blue Devil Rd, Calais

An evening of Downeast Entertainment with Maine’s favorite humorist Tim Sample will benefit PAWS Brave Hearts on June 23 at 7 pm. Desserts and coffee will also be available. Tickets are $20 and available at Eastport Pets, Urban Moose, and at the door.

For more information contact Anthony Giard at (207) 454-7662

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Trek Across Maine: Five Facts You Probably Didn’t Know

Vicki Doudera here, ready to ride in my fourth Trek Across Maine, the annual180-mile cycling event to benefit the American Lung Association.

Ready to roll!

Tomorrow I’ll board one of several busses in Belfast and make the bumpy journey to Bethel, my trusty pink-accented black bike safely tucked into one of the many vans also making the trip. The following morning — Friday — I’ll eat some eggs, pump a little air into my tires, and meet the other riders (nearly two thousand in years past) at the starting line at Sunday River.

Trek Across Maine 2009

My brother, William von Wenzel, myself and Ed at the finish line in 2010.

Despite the hordes of colorfully-shirted cyclists, I’ll see loads of familiar faces, such as my friends I ride with on Saturday mornings, my daughter’s guidance counselor from Camden Hills Regional High School, and doctors and nurses from Pen Bay Medical Center. I’ll glimpse people I don’t really know but will recognize from years past, such as the always ebullient Ed Miller, Executive Director of the ALA in Maine. He’ll give the assembled riders a little pep talk, and then begin releasing us in groups of thirty or so. We’ll snap on our helmets and climb on our bikes, and then we’ll be off, winding our way along the Androscoggin River, through Rumford, Weld, and Wilton, headed toward our first night at the University of Maine Farmington.

Assuming I arrive in one piece that first day, I’ll be doing a talk at 4 pm in downtown Farmington at Booksellers Devaney, Doak, and Garrett. I’ll discuss my latest Darby Farr Mystery, DEADLY OFFER, and the cycling-writing connection that helped me write that book. In the spirit of the Trek, the store’s owner, Kenny Brechner, will graciously donate proceeds from any sales to the ALA. I hope that I have a good turnout!

Robyn Chace and my brother, Will.

This is actually the fifth year that my husband Ed and I have signed up to ride. Last year, we did an amazing cycling trip across Italy, and although we returned to Maine in probably the best biking shape of our lives (they don’t call them “hill towns” for nothing!) we just had too much going on to give the four days the Trek requires. This year, we’ve done our fundrasing, logged lots of miles, and are looking forward to the ride. Okay, so we won’t be stopping for cafe macciato or gelato in Gubbio, Orvieto, or Assisi, but we’ll be pedaling through the beautiful countryside of Maine, and believe me, that’s pretty special.

The year of the deluge... 2009.

Day 2 of the Trek loops through New Vineyard, North Anson, and Norridgewalk, ending at Colby College in Waterville. In years past, Ed and I have pitched our tent on the grass in front of one of the college’s pretty buildings, but this year we are going deluxe and staying in dorms. I’ve been joking with Ed that since we weren’t college coeds together, that this is our big chance to whoop it up. (“Whooping it up” will most likely mean taking Advil and falling asleep in twin beds.)

The third day of the Trek takes us by China Lake, past Hussey’s General Store in Windsor, and then a long haul on Route 3, east into Belfast. There’s a celebratory cookout, scores of cheering volunteers with noisemakers, and the beautiful view of Penobscot Bay from Steamboat Landing, but it’s also Father’s Day, so we don’t normally linger too long.

So there you have it: roughly sixty miles each day, one-hundred and eighty miles in all, and thousands of dollars raised for healthy lungs and clean air. The ride is incredibly organized and manned by a fantastic team of volunteers.

I love my Trek Women's Specific Design Bike!

But what are the Trek Across Maine facts that no one ever talks about? Here’ my secret list.

1. They serve fluffernutters at the rest stops. Yes, along with the energy bars, sliced apples, granola and Goldfish are my favorite childhood sandwiches, and the reason I usually go home weighing three pounds more than when I started riding.

2. Even with sore muscles, dancing feels good. There are loads of opportunities to kick up one’s bike shoes during the Trek — at the rest stops (when you’re not eating a fluffernutter) at the bar in Farmington, on the common at Colby — and oddly enough, it feels great.

3. Everyone turns their bike shorts inside out. The first time I saw the airing-out technique of placing inverted lycra shorts on the top of a tent, I was disgusted, but see a few dozen gel pads, and pretty soon you’re doing it too. After all, who has time to handwash their shorts when there’s dancing to be done?

Camping in the fieldhouse because the tent sites were flooded!

4. It’s less fun when it rains.Remember June of 2009, when it poured non-stop here in Maine for twenty-plus days? Three of those were Trek days, and the first day in particular was nasty. Temperatures in the forties, buckets of rain pelting us as we pedaled, knee-high mud encircling both the fluffernutters and the port-a-potties — ugh. Although scores of riders bailed, Ed, myself, my brother, and other hardy (or crazy?) souls persevered. I won’t lie — it wasn’t a spin in the park. It was cold, wet, and miserable, which is why I’m overjoyed that this year’s forecast is sunny.

Sue Chace, me, and Amy Drinkwater in the gym

5.  It’s not that hard to raise the money. After the registration fee of $55, each participant must obtain at least $500 in donations. It seems daunting (although compared to similar rides in other states, it’s a bargain) but once you ask a few people and cough up some funds yourself, you see that the fundraising isn’t going to be too arduous. After all, it’s a terrific cause — one that makes you breathe easy, even when you’re headed up a hill.

Want to donate to this year’s Trek? You can give online to my personal fundraising page.  Thank you!

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A Few Thoughts: Page to Screen

Recently, I watched the DVD of the movie version of Janet Evanovich’s One for the Money, a  comic caper mystery featuring novice bounty hunter Stephanie Plum. There was a lot of online discussion about the casting of this movie and then, when it came out, about the way the actors interpreted Evanovich’s characters. Personally, I liked the results, but it got me thinking about other mystery series that have been translated from page to screen.

Comparing books to movies is like trying to make cats and dogs into the same animal. Sure they’re both popular pets, but they are and always will be different breeds. This is never more obvious than when a popular mystery novel is made into a movie or TV series. It’s a given that some fans of the book will hate the result, no matter how well it’s produced or how excellent the acting. But the thing is, you don’t have to like them both.

Writers who sell movie rights do just that: sell the rights to someone else to pick and choose what elements to take to the new genre. Meanwhile, the novels continue on the path the author has chosen, given a boost, one hopes, by new readers attracted by first seeing the screen version. This is a good thing. Case in point: after HBO launched the series True Blood, based on Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels, every book in the series hit the NY Times bestseller list at the same time. Season One stuck pretty close to the first book in the series, a paranormal mystery featuring a Louisiana waitress afflicted with the ability to read minds. After that, it veered off more and more, although the core characters are still there. The biggest difference, of course, is that on HBO, you are shown scenes you only imagine in the books (which are written in Sookie’s first person point of view). Let’s just say there is a lot more bare skin!

Our fellow Maine writer, Tess Gerritsen, is represented these days on TNT with Rizzoli and Isles. It’s a hugely popular show, but TV’s Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles, Boston police detective and medical examiner respectively, are not the Jane and Maura of the novels. On the page, Jane marries and has a baby. That’s not likely to happen on the small screen, where the emphasis is on gal pals Jane and Maura with Jane’s mom thrown in for comic relief.

Bones is another show that departs radically from the novels featuring Temperance Brennan. Kathy Reichs, who wrote the books and is also, somewhat unusually, involved in the TV production, explains this by saying that the TV version of her protagonist is “a very young Temperance.”

Some classic mysteries have lots of different versions and some are far more popular than others. Sherlock Holmes stories have recently been updated to present day London with Sherlock to mixed reviews. Most Agatha Christie fans have favorite Miss Marples and Hercule Poirots from among the many actors who have taken on those roles. There was a huge negative reaction online when the latest PBS version tried to give Miss Marple a sex life and borrowed Christie stories she did not appear in to give her “new” mysteries to solve.

As both a mystery fan and someone who enjoys relaxing in front of the TV with an entertaining series episode or the DVD of a movie, I can enjoy both versions, as long as I remember that they are two different animals.

I can’t resist adding a sidebar here. The most hated adaptation of a mystery series to film is probably V. I. Warshawski, with Sara Paretsky’s creation played by Kathleen Turner. The two screen versions that deviate most obviously from the books—in other words, about the only thing that’s the same is the name of the detective—are Age of Treason, which takes Lindsey Davis’s Roman sleuth, Marcus Didius Falco, and sends him on an adventure no reader of the novels would ever recognize, and Gideon Oliver, a short-lived TV series in which Aaron Elkins’s married but childless forensic anthropologist not only turns into a social anthropologist with a grown daughter but also changes his race so he can be played by Louis Gossett Jr. The series only lasted five episodes.

Would I want any of my books to be adapted for the movies or TV? Well, someone had an option for my Face Down series (written as Kathy Lynn Emerson) for awhile some years back. When nothing came of it, frankly, I was relieved. On the other hand . . .

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Birds of a Feather

Hey all. Gerry Boyle here.

A reader named Rick, who lives in Belfast, was the winning bidder on lunch with me (I asked him if the was the only bidder and he said no, but he may have been being polite) and a signed copy one of my books, DAMAGED GOODS. This book, McMorrow No. 9,  was appropriate because it’s set in the coastal town of Galway, Maine, which is a lot like Belfast. And I mean a lot.

So Rick and I ate in a booth in Darby’s Restaurant, had a very pleasant conversation (he retired to Maine from the midwest), and a stroll around downtown Belfast to see some of the locations McMorrow frequents in the book. Rick read DAMAGED GOODS  that week and was kind enough to send me a note saying that he’d liked it very much. (Authors pretend not to need this sort of positive reinforcement but most of them are lying.)

But Rick’s first reaction was interesting. He said he could tell I was a birder because there are birds all through the book. And I suppose there are, though I’ve never sent McMorrow out with his binoculars and field guide. But my reporter protagonist is aware of his surroundings, natural and otherwise, and if you live in Maine in the the country it’s very likely that you’re surrounded by birds. And if you know birds at all, you can’t help but notice what’s out there.

No surprise that writers share their interests with their characters. (Melville sent his characters whaling; Fitzgerald’s books were about the social circles he inhabited).  McMorrow and I share some qualities, I guess (both fearless, handsome, intrepid), including an awareness of birds. When I step outside in the early morning I look up at the sky, the trees, and listen. Often there are a dozen or more birds calling at once and I run through the list as I walk to the road to get the newspaper. Orioles, various warblers, sometimes an osprey, crows, chickadees, vireos, robins, bluejays, cardinals, thrushes, woodpeckers, sapsuckers, a pileated woodpecker drumming. To some people it’s just a cacaphony, I suppose, a lot of chirping and tweeting. For me and McMorrow it’s much more than that.

So that’s the explanation for the bird thing. To me birds are as much of the landscape as the clouds in the sky. And when I describe the Maine landscape in my books, birds have to be there.

One morning last week I woke up at 3 a.m. to a wonderful hooting sound. Outside, close to the house, a great horned owl was calling. Another answered. It was a territorial call, from what I’ve read and heard; maybe there’s a nest nearby. My plan is to take an iPod out some night soon and see if I can call a Great Horned in.

It was very cool. So don’t be surprised if, in an upcoming McMorrow novel, a great horned owl awakens Jack as well. Fun how that happens, art imitating life. In fact, it’s a hoot.

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This Summer, in Maine, I’m Going To . . .

Kate Flora here, sitting for the third rainy day in an icy cold house, thinking about summer in Maine. While I hate the term “bucket list,” each summer I find myself making lists of things that I don’t want to miss. You guys are responsible for adding a lot of events and places to that list. So here are some of the things that I am planning to do this summer.

Fly fishing. I grew up with the old dig the worms, put them in a tobacco can, ride my bike up the road to the brook, and stick a work on a hook kind of fishing. But spending weeks interviewing wardens about the importance of protected ponds has left me with a yen to try my hand at catching one of those gorgeous, rare lake trout.

Art openings. Two summers ago, I trekked up to Rockland for one of the monthly summer art nights, srolling the streets of my misspent youth, in a town that’s now gone upscale, it was wonderful to go from gallery to gallery, drinking wine, meeting people, and looking at all the wonderful art that’s being shown. Last summer, it was a trip to The Stable Gallery. This summer, there has to be a lot more of that.

Drink Moxie. Swim in Mackerel Cove. What about the rest of you?

Barb Ross: This year one thing I’m very excited about is Books in Boothbay: Maine’s Summer Book Fair on July 14, noon to 3 pm.  For one thing Gerry Boyle, Lea Wait, Vicki Doudera, Kate Flora, James Hayman, and Julia Spencer-Fleming will be there (have I missed anyone?) and we Maine Crime Writers seldom get to see each other in the flesh. For another, it’s in my hometown. For a third it’s the first time I’ve been invited as an author. And for a fourth, the list of authors is amazing.

Two other things on the list this summer are to spend more time in Portland and Bath.  They’re kind of like “drive through” places for us on our way to Boothbay, yet whenever we spend time in either place, we end up saying, “Ya know, we should come here more.” So that’s what we’re determined to do.

Kaitlyn Dunnett: Kaitlyn the old stick-in-the-mud here. I have a book coming out July 31 and another August 7, one manuscript due Sept. 1 and another right after Thanksgiving. I’ll be spending most of the summer in my office at the pc or on the screen porch, scribbling on a printout or proofreading on my iPad. Good thing I really like my job!!

I do have a couple of resolutions though. I hope to use the summer cookout season to reconnect with non-writer friends and family. Invite folks over, fire up the grill, throw on a few hamburgers and hot dogs: what could be simpler? Of course it doesn’t always work smoothly, what with everyone’s crazy schedules, and the weather doesn’t always cooperate, but I’ve got my fingers crossed. I have a tendency to become a hermit when I’m writing and since I write all the time, this can be a problem.

I’m also going to make time to walk in my own woods and fields. I don’t do enough of that. This requires lots of bug spray to ward of ticks, mosquitoes and black flies, but it’s worth it. My favorite place in the world is my own back yard and I don’t get out and enjoy it often enough. We have a stream running along our property line and some wonderful glacial-deposit boulders in among the trees. And it’s quiet away from the road. There are occasional moose and deer, plus plenty of smaller critters. Of course there was that rampaging three-legged black bear in the area a few weeks ago, but a farmer shot him just before he raided the pigpen, so I hope I don’t have to worry about that.

Then again, maybe I’ll just stay on the porch and write by hand. It’s still Maine in the summer and our house is in as pretty a setting as any summer camp.

Lea Wait: I’m relieved and very happy to say that my “next year’s mystery” (Shadows on a Cape Cod Wedding) is now officially out of my hands (and those of my editor) and on its way to the art department, so I’m free to think about … my next book! I’ve decided to write another mystery, set in Maine (where else?) that’s a little different from anything I’ve done before, and I’m very excited about it. So – that’s tops on my list for the summer. I’m hoping to host two or more of my grandchildren for a while, but that isn’t certain yet. I docent when needed at the Old Jail (built in 1811) in Wiscasset.

But I definitely want to get out of my study more and just enjoy Maine. Walk, sit on the porch, and maybe even get my rowboat back in the river and do some rowing.  I’ve never been kayaking, and would love to try that, too. The woman who taught me to row, on her cove off the New Meadows River in West Bath, left her land to the Audubon Society, and sometime this summer I want to spend an afternoon there, reliving some memories.

I’ll be at that fun book festival in Boothbay with the gang, as Barbara mentioned, and will also be

Ellsworth Library

making a trip to Ellsworth, Maine, to speak with Kate Flora, Sarah Graves, and Katherine Hall Page at the library there July 26, and then going to Meredith, New Hampshire, to speak at their library August 9, and doing an antique show in Damariscotta August 29. So — with starting a new book, too — and visiting the Farmers’ Markets in local towns and supporting my husband, Bob, at the Stable Gallery — I don’t plan to be at all bored!

Paul Doiron: Write.

Gerry Boyle: Make a few appearances at Maine libraries (the whole schedule is at gerryboyle.com with the upcoming stops in the column at left). Work on two different books, one a collaboration. And when I’m not doing those two related things, I hope to be out on the water. Life–and the lovely Maine summer–are too short to miss any opportunity to enjoy them. Seize the Maine summer! (Anyone know how to say “Maine summer” in Latin?

 

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A Day in the Life

Redemption: A Joe Burgess mystery

Kate Flora, here, sharing something I wrote earlier this spring for the charming Dru Ann Love’s blog,  Dru’s Book Musings, when I was on my book promotion blog tour. I was asked to write about a day in my character’s life. It was an interesting  challenge to take Det. Joe Burgess out of the context of a particular story, and just imagine him, briefly, in a scene in the middle of his day. So here is what emerged. Perhaps it’s a taste of what Joe B. may be up to in the next book, tentatively titled: And Grant You Peace.

A Day in the life of Detective Sergeant Joe Burgess, Portland (ME) P.D.:

“Okay. Here’s how it is,” Burgess said, trying to find a position in the chair that would accommodate his bad knee and his sore back, “there is no typical day in the life of a personal crimes detective. How the day goes depends on what the bad guys have been up to. And here’s another thing—day doesn’t really describe it, because sometimes it’s a night, sometimes it’s a day and a night. Sometimes it’s a day and a night and another day. Sometimes you wear your clothes so long you want to burn them. Like now.”

He glanced a little ruefully at his rumpled shirt, at the stained knees on his pants. Caught the girl’s nervous shift. “No blood or guts,” he said. “It was wet at the crime scene. This is just mud.” Seeing that her eyes were lingering on a reddish stain on his shirt, he shrugged. It was mud, blood, garbage, and who even wanted to know what else. He could have changed if this girl wasn’t taking up his time.

The phone was ringing and he ignored it. He wasn’t the only detective on the planet, and he was trying to be polite to a curious civilian. Orders from Captain Cote. Cooperate with the nice college girl majoring in criminal justice who wanted to write for her school paper. He had fifteen minutes before he had to head out to the autopsy, and about two days worth of work to do. But she perched before him on the edge of her chair, all eager and attentive. How would she react, he wondered, if she knew his assessment of her? That under all that fresh and perky, she had the tired skin and under eye smudges of someone who hadn’t quite slept it off. And beneath the flowery shower gel, her skin still gave off the faint reek of alcohol.

He forced a tired smile. “All that stuff about cops and coffee and donuts? Sometimes you’re gulping too much coffee because you need to stay awake, grabbing a donut for the sugar lift, or eating at the Golden Arches because it’s on the way, it’s sorta fast, and you don’t know when you may get a chance to eat again. Cop rule.”

He gave up trying to get comfortable and stood. The college girl jumped. “Cop rule,” he repeated, bracing himself on his desk with his arms, trying to get a stretch in his lower back. “Eat when you can.”

She smiled nervously, scribbled on her pad, and asked about the crime. Her youthful energy made him feel a hundred years old.

“Devone Phillips, 22. Black male. Shot at least four times. We’ll know better when the ME is done. Found yesterday afternoon around 4 in a dumpster in the West End. I got the call just as I was about to head home for my girlfriend’s birthday. Been working it ever since.”

“You didn’t get home to celebrate your girlfriend’s birthday?”

Sometimes he wondered what they taught in these criminal justice programs, or whether these kids got their ideas about the life from TV. “Gotta give the dead their due,” he said. He was lying a little. For an hour, he’d left Kyle in charge, slipped home, and given Chris her presents—an armload of roses and a small black velvet box with a ring. A cop tried for normal, even when the path was strewn with bodies.

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Rhubarb – Not a quarrel or a squabble, but a recipe

“Some people are like ants. Give them a warm day and a piece of ground and they start digging. There the similarity ends. Ants keep on digging. Most people don’t. They establish contact with the soil, absorb so much vernal vigor that they can’t stay in one place, and desert the fork or spade to see how the rhubarb is coming and whether the asparagus is yet in sight.” Hal Borland

It’s Rhubarb Season in Maine. So what could be more fun than exploring the variety of ways Maine cooks have found to serve this tart and delicious plant, treasured for centuries for its medicinal qualities, and eagerly awaited by gardeners and cooks as one of the earliest “fruits” of the season.

Pentagoet Blueberry Rhubarb Crisp

Ingredients:
1 quart Maine Wild Blueberries, 2 Cups Maine Rhubarb, chopped very small, 3/4 Cup sugar, 2 Tbsp flour, 2 Tbsp lemon juice, 1 Tbsp lemon zest, 3/4 Cup flour, 1 1/4 Cups old fashion rolled oats, 1 Cup darkbrown sugar, 1 stick butter, 1 tsp ground cinnamon, 1 tsp ground cloves

Preperation: Rinse berries, then mix all filling ingredients (next 5) together in a bowl. Butter a 9″ x 12″ baking pan and spread berry mix in it. Mix together rest of dry ingredients for topping, then cut in butter. Spread topping over fruit. Bake at 350 degrees for 20-30 minutes or until bubbling. Serve warm, a la mode.
Source: Passports Pub at The Pentagoet Inn

Rhubarb Oatmeal Squares
Chelsea Sonksen, Editorial Assistant
Adapted from a Cooks.com recipe

For the crust:
¾ cup butter, melted (a stick and a half)
1½ cups white flour
¼ cup wheat flour
¾ cup oatmeal (I used quick cooking Quaker Oats)
¾ cup brown sugar
¼ teaspoon salt

For the filling:
1 (8 ounce) package reduced fat cream cheese
¾ cup sugar
1 egg beaten
1½ cups rhubarb, cut into ¼ inch pieces
¼ teaspoon cinnamon
⅛ teaspoon nutmeg

Mix crust ingredients until crumbly. Press half of crust mixture in ungreased 9 inch square pan. Combine softened cream cheese with remaining filling ingredients. Beat smooth; pour over crust. Sprinkle with remaining crust mixture. Bake in 350º oven for 45 minutes. Cool and cut into squares. Store covered in refrigerator.

Makes about 16 squares.

http://blog.mainefoodandlifestyle.com/2012/05/sour-cream-rhubarb-squares.html 

Terry’s Sour Cream Rhubarb Squares
Martha Greenlaw, Recipes From a Very Small Island

Ingredients:
½ cup sugar
½ cup chopped walnuts or pecans
1 Tablespoon unsalted butter or margarine, melted
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1½ cups packed light brown sugar
½ cup solid vegetable shortening
1 large egg
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup sour cream
½ pound fresh unsweetened rhubarb, cut into ½- inch cubes (about 1½ cups)

Preheat the oven to 350°. Grease and flour a 13 by 9 by 2-inch baking pan.
In a small bowl, mix together the sugar, nuts, butter, and cinnamon. Using a fork, pastry blender, or your fingers, work this mixture until crumbly. Reserve.
In the bowl of an electric mixer set at medium speed and fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together the brown sugar, shortening, and egg for 4 to 5 minutes, or until light and smooth.
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt. Whisk eight to nine times to blend. With the mixture on low, add the dry ingredients to the batter, alternating with the sour cream. When smooth, remove from the mixer and stir in the rhubarb.
Transfer to the prepared pan and sprinkle evenly with the reserved topping. Bake for 45 to 50 minutes, or until the topping is browned and crisp and the rhubarb squares are cooked through.
Serve from the pan, cut into squares.
Serves 10-12.

And from our friends at the Bangor Daily News:

Rhubarb Jam  http://bangordailynews.com/recipe/rhubarb-jam/

Ingredients

5 cups of rhubarb, cut into 1 inch pieces

1, 8 ounce can crushed pineapple

3 cups of sugar

1, 3 ounce package strawberry jello

Aprox. Preparation Time: 10 minutes – Cooking Time:12 minutes

Mix together the rhubarb, pineapple and sugar in a medium saucepan.

Let stand 30 minutes.

Bring to a boil and cook for 12 minutes, stirring constantly.

Mix in the strawberry jello.

Cool, pack into containers and refrigerate. It also may be canned or frozen.

And if you’re really in the mood for a gourmet challenge, check out this recipe for a Rhubarb Galette from Ken Oringer at Earth in Kennebunkport

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The Perfect Place for a Murder

I don’t write cozies, but like many mystery writers, I grew up reading Agatha Christie. The first time I ever heard of the Orient Express was when I accompanied Hercule Poirot on his snowy ride aboard the wagon-lit. Later, I floated with him—and a shipload of murder-minded passengers—from Cairo up the Nile. I flew with Monsieur Poirot from Paris to the heretofore unheard of destination of Croydon in Death in the Clouds. In short I traveled the world (or at least a good part of it) with her funny little Belgian detective, and I came to see my surroundings the way his creator must have viewed her own environs. How many times did Dame Agatha look around an archeological dig and think to herself, “What a perfect place for a murder!”

I still have those moments myself. One of my perks at Down East is that I get to travel around Maine a bit. And there have been many occasions when I have stared at a particularly treacherous cliff or down into the plunge pool at the base of a waterfall and thought, “What a perfect place for a murder!” Here are a handful of real locations that struck me as particularly well-suited for fictional homicides (sadly, some of these sites have witnessed real-life tragedies and crimes, but we’re just mystery buffs having fun here):

Quoddy Head Light: The fog rolls in thick around this red-and-white striped lighthouse…the perfect cover for a killing.

Otter Cliff: At 110 feet high this famous precipice in Acadia National Park is popular with rock climbers, one of whose ropes might fray…or be cut.

The Knife’s Edge: Only a few feet wide, this windswept ridge along the top of Mount Katahdin is the sort of place where a hiker might easily stumble…or be pushed.

Popham Beach: At night this popular beach is isolated and off limits, but it’s easy to imagine someone going their with a lover to roll around in the sand…or being buried up to their neck while the tide comes in.

The Rockland Quarries: So close to the road, so easy for a car to skid into the depths…or be forced through a guardrail.

I have no plans to send Warden Mike Bowditch gallivanting from famous Maine landmark to famous Maine landmark, inspecting corpses. But as a crime writer, I can’t help but be tempted to imagine dark deeds.

What Maine locations have made you exclaim about the murderous uses to which they might be put?

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A Writing Retreat in Old Orchard Beach

Hi. Barb here. Just back from an amazing, productive and restorative writing retreat in Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

When I announced that I had sold a new series (see that blog post here), I explained the integral role my agent John Talbot of the Talbot Fortune Agency and Sisters in Crime New England had in its creation and sale. What I didn’t say at the time was that three other fabulous New England authors had participated in the same process and also sold their series.

Last weekend, one of the authors, Jessie Crockett, invited us to her beach house for a fantastic weekend of writing, writing, writing, great food, wine, wine, wine and of course, staying up too late and talking, talking, talking. Talking about our books, the publishing industry and sharing our hopes and dreams.

Here are my fellow authors and their series.

Jessie Crockett

Our hostess, Jessie Crockett‘s first book, LIVE FREE OR DIE, won the Daphne DuMaurier Award for Excellence in Mystery and has basically never been off the Amazon Kindle Store’s top 100 women sleuth‘s list since its publication. Here’s the announcement about her new series.

“Daphne DuMaurier Award for Excellence in Mystery Award winner Jessie Crockett’s DRIZZLED WITH DEATH, TAPPING TROUBLE, and BOILED DOWN TO MURDER, a new series of Maple Syrup Mysteries set in rural Sugar Grove, NH, starring a fourth generation syrup maker and recipes, to Berkley.”

Edith Maxwell

Writing as Tace Baker, Edith Maxwell‘s first book, SPEAKING OF MURDER, will be published by Barking Rain Press this September. Here’s the announcement for her new series.

“Former Five Star Organic Farm owner Edith Maxwell’s A TINE TO LIVE, A TINE TO DIE, TILL DIRT DO US PART, and MURDER BY RUTABAGA, a new series of Local Foods Mysteries featuring a novice farmer and a colorful group of mystery-solving locavores, as well as lots of recipes, to Kensington.”

 

Liz Mugavero

Liz Mugavero‘s new series will be her first novel length fiction publication. Here’s her announcement.

“Liz Mugavero’s KNEADING TO DIE, DIGGING FOR DEATH, and MEOWING FOR MURDER, ‘Pawsitively Organic’ Gourmet Pet Food Mysteries set in a storybook New England town and featuring a gourmet pet food chef and her Maine coon cat, to Kensington.”

 

Barbara Ross

Barbara Ross

If you read this blog regularly, you know about me. Here’s the announcement about my new series.

“President of Sisters in Crime New England chapter Barbara Ross’s CLAMMED UP, BOILED OVER, and MUSSELED OUT, a new series of Clambake Mysteries set in coastal Maine and featuring a woman and her family clambake business, including recipes for such delicious treats as Snowden Family Blueberry Grunt and Snowden Family Clambake Clam Chowder, to Kensington.”

The retreat was also a mini-reunion for Edith, Liz and me. We attended the Seascape Writers Retreat together in 2009–an experience I totally recommend.

John Talbot will be one of the agents at The New England Crime Bake this year. One of many, many reasons to attend! But hurry. Registration’s only been open a month and the conference is already 3/4 full.

A huge thank you to Jessie for making this wonderful weekend possible. I just love the New England mystery-writing community!

Hard at work. Notice prominent placement of wine bottle.

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Fathers and Son. A terrific tale of murder and mayhem by an extraordinarily gifted writer.

James Hayman:  My daughter Kate, who teaches English at a prep school south of Boston is not normally a reader of crime fiction. However, she (and her new fiancé) recently visited Jeanne and me in Maine and brought with them a DVD of a documentary film about the life and work of a southern writer I’d never heard of, Larry Brown. Kate strongly recommended that I read Brown’s writing and one of his novels in particular, a book titled Father and Sons.

The book was originally published back in 1997 and takes place in rural Mississippi in the 60’s.  I just finished it and must say it is one of the most remarkable pieces of what might (or might not) be called crime writing that I’ve read in a long, long time.  In the words of the initial Publishers Weekly review:

“It takes formidable talent to mesmerize readers of a novel that focuses on a deeply flawed, unsympathetic protagonist, but Brown succeeds triumphantly in his most wise, humane and haunting work to date. On the first day that Glen Davis is released from the Mississippi state pen (after serving three years for running over a child while he was drunk), he kills two men; that night, he callously tells the mother of his toddler son that marriage is not part of his plans. On the second day, he rapes a teenaged girl. Glen is a despicable person, mean, icily remote, seemingly without conscience.” 

However, Glen Davis is far more than just a nasty, one-dimensional villain and this book is about far more than murder and rape. It deals with the complex relationships between Davis, his father Virgil and his nemesis, county sheriff Bobby Blanchard as well as two women who love them. Bobby, who initially sent Davis to prison, is as good as Glen is evil and it isn’t until about half-way through the book that we realize that Bobby is Davis’s half-brother.

Larry Brown, who died in 2004, was a self-taught writer who began crafting fiction during his long shifts working as a firefighter in a small Mississippi town.  He is also a monument to persistence, having written roughly seven hundred short stories all of which were rejected before his first one was accepted for publication.   Though Brown’s writing style is spare and deceptively simple, the depth of his characters is anything but, having frequently been compared to those of another Misissippi novelist, William Faulkner.

I plan to read Brown’s other books.  In the meantime, I strongly recommend Father and Sons to readers of this blog though I must give you fair warning that parts of the book, especially the scenes of murder and rape, are brutally violent.

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