Summertime, and the supporting Maine authors is easy

(Note from fellow Crime Writer Sandy Neily: “Enjoy Maureen’s excellent post to get out and support Maine authors for yet another day!  …  Tuesday, the 21st.  (I’ll be posting on Wednesday, the 22nd.)

I often hear from readers about how they they really like to support local authors. Thanks! We appreciate it. And guess what? This time of year is the best time for readers in Maine to get out and support local authors who they love, as well as to find new ones. Yes, there are author events in the other seasons, but when the nice weather [theoretically] ramps up, so do the opportunities to catch Maine authors doing what they do second-best [after writing, of course], which is talking to you about writing, books, Maine and everything else.

I know! You’re busy. Very busy! There’s the lawn and the kids and the porch and the visitors from away and the ice cream and the lake and the lobster and the beach and the cozy sunsets and the camping and the garden and that part of the state you’ve never been to but vowed to drive to when the weather was okay and the [if we’re lucky] a few short months to do it all in. Good news! Author events don’t have to be a chore that you wedge into an otherwise fun schedule. Your local library or craft fair likely has some Maine authors scheduled. Or the place you’re visiting does. Come on! We are a fun bunch and we are always happy to see you.

If you’ve never been to an author panel or author talk at  your local library, how about checking one out? They are free of charge, usually are about 90 minutes long. Frequently, light refreshments are served. It’s fun to meet authors and listen to what they have to say. You can bring the kids, bring the old folks, bring the visitors from away. You’ll also be showing some love for your library.

I love doing library events — I wouldn’t be a writer if it weren’t for the excellence of the local libraries I spent so much time in as a kid, first taken there by my mother, then on my own. [In particularly, major shout-out to Augusta’s fantastic Lithgow Public Library, where I’d devoured the entire mystery section by the time I was 16.]

Maine Crime Writer Jule Selbo, standing, with camera, takes a photo of Dick Cass, far left, as the crowd gathers before a Making Your Own Mystery event at the South Portland Public Library in February. Library events pick up in the summer, and are a great way to support Maine authors and the libraries that made us. (Photo by Maureen Milliken, third author on the panel).

Participating in a library author talk or other event is pretty low-effort on your part. All you have to do is show up. Not only will the author appreciate it, but successful events help libraries stay in the good graces of the municipal government that funds the library. Having lived in a town where the library was under threat of being closed down for several years, I can assure you it’s not just hyperbole on my part. As an author, when only a few people show up for an event, I charge right ahead, full speed. I don’t feel bad for myself, but I do feel bad for the librarian who put so much time and effort into making the event happen.

I don’t mean to guilt-trip you! You should go because you want to. You’re interested, you want to support local authors and you want to support your library. You are not required to ask a question. You are not required to buy a book [though if the feeling moves you, we appreciate it]. It’s free. And THERE ARE OFTEN LIGHT REFRESHMENTS.

An even less commitment-heavy way to support local authors during the summer and early fall months is to check out local craft, art and literary fairs, where authors often have a table. There’s no pressure. You don’t have to be there at a certain time. You can leave when you want. There are other things to see, too, and other creators to support. You’re responsible for your own light refreshments, though I do know of at least one author, who will remain nameless but her initials are KF, who usually has a bowl of free candy on her table.

When we have a table at these events, we’re honestly just happy that people come by and chat, and pick up some bookmarks or other free material. No pressure to buy a book. If you do want to support local authors, though, buying a book [or two] is a great way to do it.

Buying a book directly from an author at an event not only usually gets you a signed book, but the author also makes a little more money than they do when you buy one on Amazon or at a store.

Maine Crime Writers Matt Cost, Kate Flora, Maureen Milliken and John Clark at the Belgrade Village Green Craft Fair in June last year. The authors donated some of their proceeds to the Friends of the Belgrade Public Library.

Not that we don’t also love bookstores and book sellers! You can support both indie book sellers and local authors by buying from Maine book stores. Don’t worry if the store doesn’t have the book or author you’re looking for in stock — they may be able to order it from their distributor. Many local booksellers now also have online stores where you can find books that aren’t on their shelves from the comfort of your smart phone or laptop place.

Don’t want to buy a book? You can also ask your local library to order books from your favorite author. Or you can get them through an intra-library loan.

We don’t mind if you borrow our books from the library, rather than buying it. Or even read one handed down from a friend or family member. Because the best way to support local authors is to read their books. If you read them, and enjoy them, tell your friends and family. That’s also a great way to support local authors. That word of mouth is gold.

And, as KF says, “Books make great gifts.”

Maine Crime Writers list some of the events we have coming up in our weekly update blog post, which comes out on Saturday morning. You can also find events on authors’ Facebook pages and websites, the Maine Crime Writers Facebook page, your local newspaper listings, your library’s social media, and everywhere else stuff like this is posted.

What do I have going on this summer? Thanks for asking! Here’s the schedule so far:

Tuesday, JULY 9, 6 p.m., Tuesday, Topsham Public Library, 25 Foreside Road, Topsham, I’ll be participating in a Casting Call panel with fellow Maine Crime Writers Kate Flora, Vaughn Hardacker and John Clark. We’ll talk about how different writers choose the attributes of their characters – the victim, the sleuth, and the villain – along with additional characters such as sidekicks, alternative suspects, witnesses, and others who fill out the cast.

Friday, JUNE 21, JULY 19 and AUGUST 16, I’ll be sharing a table with fellow Maine Crime Writer Kate Flora, 4-7 p.m., at the Bath Art Hop, downtown Bath.

Friday, JULY 12, AUGUST 9 and SEPTEMBER 13, I’ll be sharing a table with fellow Maine Crime Writer Kate Flora, 4-7 p.m., at the Brunswick Art Walk, downtown Brunswick.

AUGUST 25-26 – I’ll have a table at Maine BookFest, Saturday and Sunday, Head of Falls, Waterville, Maine. On one of those days, I’ll share with Kate Flora, and on the other, I’ll be sharing with another great Maine author. More information coming soon.

One final note: Be sure to keep an eye out for the fourth in my Bernadette “Bernie” O’Dea mystery series, DYING FOR NEWS, coming out late summer or early fall. What’s that? You haven’t read the first three? Well, summer is a great time of year to catch up on some good mystery reading, too. Check out my website, maureenmilliken.com, or hunt me down and we can discuss that in person.

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Weekend Update: May 18-19, 2024

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Maureen Milliken (Monday), Sandra Neily (Wednesday), Dick Cass (Thursday) and Matt Cost (Friday).

In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:

Matt Cost was excited to have a cover reveal of his upcoming release of City Gone Askew, book 2 in the Brooklyn 8 Ballo series.

What is happening at Cold Spring Harbor with Herman Wall and the eugenics movement? Who are the mysterious Germans threatening 8? And what is the identity of the charismatic Grand Cyclops? 8 must race against time to uncover the truth and put a stop to the most chilling triumvirate ever conceived.

COST TALKS continue this week. Matt will be at the Mystery KensiCon Conference on a thriller panel today, Saturday, at the Langley-Adams Library in Groveland, MA, and will be signing books from 10-3. Sunday is The Grande at South Portland for senior living. Monday, Matt gets to stay in Brunswick at the Rotary Club at high noon. Tuesday finds Matt trekking all the way up to the Southwest Harbor Public Library for his talk on the evolution of a book at 5:30 p.m. And then Wednesday, he will be signing books for the grand opening of Barnes & Noble in South Portland from 1-3 p.m. Come say hi. Buy a book. Write on.

An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.

And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business, along with the very popular “Making a Mystery” with audience participation, and “Casting Call: How We Staff Our Mysteries.” We also do programs on Zoom. Contact Kate Flora

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Once Again the Body is Face Down

Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson here, today blogging as Kathy.

Well, here we go again. The newly edited trade paperback of the second book my Face Down historical mystery series, featuring Susanna, Lady Appleton as the amateur detective, is now available. The idea is for all ten novels to be in print by the end of January 2025 and, at least on my end, everything is progressing right on schedule.

Face Down upon an Herbal takes place two years after Face Down in the Marrow-Bone Pie, in 1561. Susanna Appleton is a gentlewoman who just happens to be an expert on poisonous herbs. Shortly after the last murder, she published a book (A Cautionary Herbal) to warn people which plants to avoid. It was published anonymously because her husband, Sir Robert Appleton, doesn’t approve of women authors, and unbeknownst to Susanna, he’s been taking credit for it himself. As this story opens, he’s in Scotland on a mission for Queen Elizabeth and the queen has a task for Susanna as well. She’s sent to assist a noblewoman, Lady Madderly, with an herbal she’s been writing. Accompanied by her young kinswoman, Catherine, Susanna travels to Madderly Castle in Gloucestershire, where the Yuletide season is just getting under way and where a Scots lord has recently been murdered. When Susanna learns that he was found face down upon a copy of her book, she feels a personal obligation to solve the crime.

There are cheaper e-book and used copies out there, with texts that aren’t all that different from the newest versions (although I personally believe my recent edits have made them better reads), but I’m hoping these reissues will appeal to collectors, and to folks who prefer physical books to reading on a tablet or phone, and that print-on-demand will keep the titles readily available for many years to come. They won’t automatically appear on brick-and-mortar bookstore shelves or in libraries, but any bookstore or library can easily order copies.

There is, however, one large and annoying speed bump interfering with my master plan. Like it or not, the average reader goes first to Amazon to search for a book, and for some time now, Amazon has been going out of their way to mess with the prices and availability of independently published books. Face Down in the Marrow-Bone Pie was published on April 6, 2024. On April 11, it was listed in stock for $25.17 (the price I set was $15.99) with free delivery by April 23-May 2, but the seller was not Amazon. Rather it was one of their “other sellers”—All Time Fans (only a 77% positive rating). When I checked again on April 19, All Time Fans had been relegated to its proper “other sellers” slot, but Amazon claimed “This title has not yet been released” and offered free delivery of a $15.99 paperback by October 29, 2024!  A little later the delivery date moved up to November 20. When I checked on May 11, things had changed yet again. There were “only 10 left in stock” for $17.55 plus $3.99 shipping, shipped by Amazon and delivered by May 20-24, but coming not from Amazon but from SuperBookDeals (85% positive ratings). Four “new and used” offers were also listed under “other sellers on Amazon” but—surprise! surprise! they were the Amazon offer from SuperBookDeals, another offer direct from Super Book Deals ($17.55), the one from All Time Fans ($25.17), and the previous Amazon pre-order offering (to be delivered by November 20) for $15.99. What a deal!

Barnes & Noble online has listed the book at the price I set from the start.

Do I expect better from Amazon for Face Down upon an Herbal? Let’s just say I’m not holding my breath. The book was published May 9. On May 11, Amazon listed it with the correct price and with free delivery to Prime members, but flagged it “Temporarily out-of-stock.” In other words, order at your own risk.

It is available at Barnes & Noble online. Here’s the link if anyone is interested.

Undaunted, I’ve already edited and scheduled the third entry in the series, Face Down Among the Winchester Geese, for release on June 6, 2024 and I’m currently proofreading number four, Face Down Beneath the Eleanor Cross.

For those who prefer e-books, the entire series, plus the short stories featuring the same characters, is already available in a three volume collection. That text was lightly edited from the original single-title print and e-book versions but I have done and am doing more minor edits (catching typos and inconsistencies) before releasing each new trade paperback. The plot and characters are unchanged.

Back in the day, when I regularly attended fan conventions, I was known as “the Face Down lady.” That’s not a bad way to be remembered.

Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett has had sixty-four books traditionally published and has self published others. She won the Agatha Award and was an Anthony and Macavity finalist for best mystery nonfiction of 2008 for How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries and was an Agatha Award finalist in 2015 in the best mystery short story category. In 2023 she won the Lea Wait Award for “excellence and achievement” from the Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance. She was the Malice Domestic Guest of Honor in 2014. She is currently working on creating new omnibus e-book editions of her backlist titles. Her website is www.KathyLynnEmerson.com.

 

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Heard the one about the farmer’s daughter?

Kate Flora: From time to time, a casual conversation with friends will remind me how

The farmhouse on Sennebec Hill, painting by Karin Rector

different it is to have grown up on a Maine farm, actively tied to the seasons and the production of food. Yes, we got some of our food from grocery stores, but what we could raise ourselves, we did.

In the hilltop farm, spring meant all the counters, desktops, windowsills, and part of the floor would be covered with plants being raised from seed. New varieties would be carefully chosen from the seed catalogues that arrived in January. A shorter growing season? Better resistance to pests? Summer meant long evenings spent at the table after dinner, processing produce for canning and freezing, an activity that connected us to earlier times, when processing food was the only way people ate in the winter. Our parents’ city friends, who came to Maine in the summer, would join us snapping beans and pitting cherries.

Summer meant getting the daily chore lists, neatly typed by my mother, listing the tasks that had to be completed before we would be allowed to go down to the lake to swim. Weeding was high on that list. I don’t recall whether another task was picking the potato beetles off the plants, but likely it was. When my boys were little, their grandmother made it a special treat for them to hunt down those bugs and drop them into cups of soapy water.

Clark children: John, Kate and Sara

Over the summer, the shelves of canned good would fill, carefully processed in the pressure cooker. Because my mother was always afraid it would, literally, blow a gasket, we were sent away for our safety while it was doing its thing. I grew up with a great respect for pressure cookers.

Fall meant that pails of squash, potatoes, and onions were stored in the cement or dirt-floored cellar for the winter. There would be shell beans waiting to dry so they could be shelled, cooked, and canned. Newspapers would be spread on the floor of the summer kitchen to hold squash and any tomatoes that could be rescued from the frost. It was also apple stealing time, when we would drive back roads to find abandoned farms where apple trees still produced. My mother told us that you couldn’t make an apple pie without at least five kinds of apples.

Come January it would all begin again.

That way of growing up connected me to the natural world. And there is no time I feel that connection more than in the spring. In spring, I make myself leave the desk, go outside, and notice the way the world changes every day. The many, many shades of green that grow more homogenized as spring progresses. One gray and gloomy day, it will seem like the buds on trees that line the highway will never become leaves and a few days later, the landscape has exploded into a zillion shades of green interspersed with bits of red. It is the gardening season. It is the bug season. It is the season when the days are suddenly long and we still cannot get enough done.

I am a hereditary gardener. My paternal grandmother had three long swaths of perennial beds in her lawn, with a white garden seat in the center whose lattice supported climbing roses. She also had a rock garden my father built for her when he was teenager. My father had a degree from the Stockbridge School of Agriculture. He along with my little sister Sara, had the kind of gardening touch where it seemed as though they could stretch out their hands and the plants would leap to them like animals wanting to be petted.

My parents were very competitive about gardening. For years, she kept her yearning to garden under wraps so as not to threaten him. Eventually, though, she couldn’t keep her desire for a garden of her own in check and established one outside the back door. He grew more traditional things in a more conventional way—though I do remember the truck being filled with softball-sized watermelons one year—a rarity in Maine back then—and an abundance of cantaloupe. She practiced raised beds with heavily mulched paths and the beds were encircled with marigolds and calendulas to deter pests. Those paths were mulched with newspapers and paperbacks the local drug store was discarding, or papers her classroom was done with. She grew bright purple beans that, disappointingly, turned green when they were cooked. The purple made them easy to harvest.

The Maine Mulch Murder by A. Carman Clark

I inherited their passion though not, alas, their ability. I like to joke that I have a brown thumb and a credit card. It doesn’t mean that I don’t try, though. Right now, although I have a lot of writing and organizing on my plate, I cannot stay inside at the computer. In my earlier, more disciplined (or compulsive years), back when I could write six or eight hours a day, I used to make a bargain with myself: an hour of gardening in the cool of early morning, and then back to work. Lately, I’ve been allowing myself more time in the garden. Partly because I’m slow. Partly because I want to be out there in the midst of the plant explosion, peering down at the ground to see what has survived another winter.

Recently, we were away for two weeks and everything doubled in size, especially the weeds. Those “empty” spaces in the garden I was wondering how to fill? They’re gone. The Japanese maple has grown huge. The golden spirea is a bold splash of yellow. The ligularia are threatening to take over the world. My painter’s palette persicaria, with their green, burgundy, and cream colored leaves, are jumping out from the sea of green. I am having a new bed built so I have a better place for lettuce and tomatoes. I know I should be inside finishing the next Joe Burgess, but spring is too magical to only view through a window. The voice in my head asks: What Matters? What are you waiting for? And What will you regret? These messages say: Be outside now, when the world is impossibly alive. And I listen.

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Your Book is Bigger Than Your Head

Rob Kelley here, talking about how to tackle whole book revision.

In 2018 famed author Walter Mosley was a featured speaker at the Thrillerfest conference in New York City and I got to hear him present. It was not a typical author talk, rather a philosophical consideration of the act of writing. And one of the things that has stuck with me from that talk is his concept the “the novel is bigger than your head.”

In a 2017 Paris Review interview of Mosley, he put it this way: “The novel is bigger than your head. A novel is a gigantic, rambling, incredible thing. All you can do is start.” As with all writing advice, often the most useful advice is that which you are primed to hear at that exact moment in your writing journey.

That summer at Thrillerfest was the moment when I was trying desperately to figure out how to finish the novel that eventually became Raven (High Frequency Press, 2025). The book had existed in a number of iterations, first as science fiction, then again as science fiction, then as several unsuccessful attempts at a thriller. In that form a number of people read excerpts and liked the writing, but I knew it wasn’t finished, wasn’t what I wanted it to be.

Mosley’s concept helped calm in me the fear that I had lost control of my novel and that I wouldn’t get it back. In that Paris Review article, Mosley goes on: “Roy Lichtenstein, who I knew quite well actually, would say the reason most painters fail at art—not at painting, but at art—is because they know what the picture is going to be before they approach the canvas.”

I am not a “pantser.” I do need to outline, but the discoveries that happen mid-book—the character you didn’t know you needed who just shows up on page 49, the piece of dialogue that takes your breath away because where the hell did that come from?—are miraculous. So I can outline all I want but that “shitty first draft” is a living, breathing thing. It writhes and expands and contracts and moves and is, without question, out of control.

So Mosley’s concept helped me see that I could accept that my draft novel would go beyond my ability to easily encompass and tame it. But I had to accomplish it somehow.

A number of us at the Maine Crime Writers Blog collaborated on a post a couple of weeks ago, “Actually Useful Writing Books,” in which I gave a big shoutout to Seven Drafts by Allison K. Williams.

Here’s where Williams’ book was incredibly helpful. After that first draft, she outlines a progressive series of edits focused on very specific tasks. First a story draft, in which you dig into the story arc. Then a character draft, in which you attend to the unfolding story for each major character, ensuring that their individual arcs are complete and compelling. A technical draft in which you dig into showing not telling, managing sentence, paragraph, and scene length, fixing verb tenses, removing passive voice, and fixing repeated word frequency. For this draft, I am a fan of the online tool Autocrit, which helps identify some of these issues for you. The next step is a personal copy edit. For this one, my trick is to have it read aloud to me. I use Microsoft Word’s read aloud function, because that sentence that looks right on the page and sounds fine in your head can definitely be missing a word or have an odd syntax you only hear and don’t see.

I have taken her principles and tuned them for the idiosyncratic weaknesses in my prose. As a plotter, I know the big beats and cliff hangers, the threats and the saves. So when I’m drafting I tend to push the action forward, sometimes to the detriment of characterization and scene detail. So after the technical draft I do a “detail draft,” where I consider what my character sees on her walk through the MIT campus, and how cold it is in the big house she shares because it’s too expensive to fully heat.

By that draft the book is definitely bigger than my head, but is also now something richer and fuller than I could have imagined when I first outlined it.

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Weekend Update: May 11-12, 2024

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Vaughn Hardaker (Monday), Rob Kelley (Tuesday), Kate Flora (Thursday) and Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson (Friday).

In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:

Matt Cost will continue his COST TALKS at the Pittsfield Public Library on Thursday, May 16th at 6 p.m. The conversation and reading will be about PIRATES. On Saturday, May 18th, Cost will be Cozy Con East in Groveland, MA from 10 to 3 p.m. He will be on a thriller panel (see, not just cozy) at 10:30 a.m. and will be signing books the rest of the time. The event is hosted by Kensington Books and the Langley-Adams Library.

 

COZY CON EAST 2024: GROVELAND, MASSACHUSETTS | Saturday. May 18, 2024 | 10:00 am

An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.

And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business, along with the very popular “Making a Mystery” with audience participation, and “Casting Call: How We Staff Our Mysteries.” We also do programs on Zoom. Contact Kate Flora

 

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A QUESTION THAT SOMETIMES FLITS THROUGH MY MIND

by Jule Selbo

James Lee Burke, age 87 now, is an American author who we know from the David Robicheaux series (17 books so far, by my count) and the Sheriff Hackberry Holland series (13 books by my count). He’s got a few Edgar Awards and he’s been presented with the Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America, he’s got a CWA Diamond Dagger and a Gold Dagger and the Grand Prix of Litterature Policiere and he’s a recipient of the Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts in Fiction.  Some of his other books are historical fiction, some are collections of short stories about love and honor and survival, some are coming-of-age tales. He earned his Master’s in English and taught at universities and the Job Corps, served as a case worker for felons and the criminally insane, worked as a pipeliner, newspaper reporter, and long-distance truck driver. A NY Times reviewer suggested his work is a bit like Faulkner, a bit like Sartre and – then, of course, a lot like James Lee Burke.

            I was excited to see he wrote an introduction to a crime/mystery book I was reading and settled in to see what he had on his mind. This is what he wrote (I am cherry- picking the best parts, the ones that resonated the most to me):

James Burke: “I have always been puzzled by our collective tendency to place American writing into categories, particularly when the categorical description is not meant to be complimentary… Terms like ‘mystery’ and to some degree ‘crime’ fiction have connotations that may not be derogatory but are hardly laudable, at least not laudable in the way the categorical terms ‘literary’ fiction and ‘metaphysical’ poetry, and my all-time favorite, ‘metafiction’ are used.”

Burke continues: “Academics do not teach James M. Cain, even though he is one of our best writers – his novel Mildred Pierce is arguably as good as any book Henry James wrote using a female protagonist. By the same token, I would suspect most academics would probably not want to call Robert Stone’s Dog Soldiers a crime novel, even though its subject is heroin smuggling and the moral insanity of a profligate society. Why not? You got me. Perhaps books that win the National Book Award are automatically excluded from the crime-novel category….

More Burke: Edna Buchanan and I both blurbed for The Black Echo (by Michael Connelly). I’d like to quote from my words…

‘…one of the most authentic pieces of crime writing I’ve ever read. When Connelly takes you into a tunnel beneath the earth, either in Los Angeles of Vietnam, you feel that you’re entering a domain of moral darkness that only Joseph Conrad could adequately describe…’

Continuing to quote Burke: “We forget sometimes that the genre begun by Edgar Allan Poe was actually a metaphor, at least for Poe, about the decay of Western civilization. James M. Cain once said that the premise of all his plots was the tragedy that befalls us when we eventually get what we want…”

Now this is just me, Jule: Just some of the “oldies” I admire that got me into the crime/mystery genre when I was a kid: John Fowles, Martin Cruz Smith, Graham Greene, P.D. James, Patricia Highsmith, John Le Carre, James M. Cain, Umberto Eco, James Lee Burke, Daphne Du Maurier, and a whole whole whole bunch more.

Among the hall-of-famers of my crime/mystery youth:

 

Le Carre…Smith… duMaurier… Fowles………. Highsmith…..  Cain

Eco….                 Greene………… Christie….   Chandler ….    P.D. James

As a lifelong reader of all genres, I am continually gobsmacked when I hear (or overhear) the denigration of the crime genre, the romance genre, the horror genre, disaster genre, western genre, comedy (humor) genre and others  – those that are not embraced under ‘literary fiction’.  Novelists dedicated to examining the whys and wherefores of characters and situations, of good and evil, or morality and immorality, of ethical and unethical behaviors – for me, it’s all one stewpot. And that’s what my favorite books explore.

I can appreciate all sorts of stories, but I am partial to crime/mysteries because of their  strong story engines, the creation of actions that garner great consequences, the building of puzzles of who-done-what-and-why, the examinations of malfeasance and evil and selfishness and of those who try to find some semblance of justice in the world.

Like James Lee Burke, I wonder why – just why –  why sometimes the respect (in certain circles) for the crime/mystery writer is not up there at the top. I know you all have opinions that will edify this quandary that flits through my mind – just sometimes.

Would love a list of your “old” favorites to add to mine.

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A Break From Writing and My Trip To Prague


I took a bit of a break from writing since I last spoke to you. I turned in my latest manuscript to my editor, CRUEL & BITTER THINGS, jumped on a plane and traveled out to the Czech Republic. Prague, to be more specific.

If you haven’t been there, you should go. Prague is a stunning city with castles and cathedrals around every corner. Cross the Charles Bridge and climb the steep hill to see the St. Vitus cathedral and the Prague Castle. There’s the apartment where Franz Kafka stayed while working there, and where he wrote one of his books. See the first Bible translated into Czech and all written by hand. When you’re done getting your fill of history, there’s an amazing brewery called U Dvou Slunco nearby that brews its own style of Czech beers and serves traditional Czech food.

Walk around the historic Old Town Square and wait with the crowd for the Astronomical Clock to chime. Sample the sausages, potato pancakes and ham shoulder that is slow cooked over a coal fire. Have a Czech beer to wash it all down and then stroll over to Wenceslas Square and the National Museum.

My favorite beer halls were U Rudolfina and U Pinkasu, both Pilsner tank pour pubs. U Pinkasu has the tap that served the first Pilsner Urquell and it also has a Gothic beer garden. We had a tremendously filling meal consisting of duck, sausages served in dark beer gravy sauce, red cabbage, sauerkraut, potato and bread dumplings, and toasted garlic bread with beer cheese. And all of this was washed down with many tank poured Pilsners. The price of all this for the three of us was roughly fifty dollars.

Prague is beautiful, clean and gorgeous. It is the safest city I’ve ever traveled around in. The people there are genuine and nice, and the architecture stunning to behold. Even more impressive is how inexpensive everything was. The hotel in the center of the city cost $80 a night for the three of us.

Now that I’m refreshed and renewed, it’s time to return to my next manuscript.

Safe travels!

Best,

Joe

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5/4/70>Shades of Grey mixed with blood<5/4/2024

John Clark writing what is the most difficult post since the one about my personal experience with abortion.

My involvement with the anti-war movement began after I wrote a research paper in the spring semester back in 1967 when I was a freshman at Arizona State University. I chose to explore the economics of the air war in Viet Nam. The deeper I dug, the more uneasy I felt. It was clear purely from an economic standpoint, that our involvement was a disaster from day one. However, there was no way to research the war without realizing the historical futility of foreign involvement in the country, the degradation of the environment (can you say Agent Orange?), and the horrific casualties inflicted by both sides.

It didn’t take long to find other students equally concerned about the war. Two were also from Maine, George Peter Clark (who went on to law school) and Hank Benoit. The number of students against the war grew steadily and we formed our own campus group called the Student Power Coalition, many of us, myself included, running for student government. We performed guerrilla theater on the campus mall, complete with Feeling Like I’m Fixing To Die Rag as our soundtrack, held signs at antiwar rallies, and clashed with the Young Americans For Freedom.

As my college career progressed, so did an increase in my sense of dismay at our involvement in the war. Like many of my fellow anti-war friends, my anger wasn’t at our military, but at our government, and the ever growing revelation of lying coming from congress and the Pentagon to justify what many knew was an unwinnable war. In April, 1969, a bunch of us went to San Francisco and marched in the huge anti-war demonstration over Easter weekend.

On May 4th, 1970, not long before graduation, the entire country was jolted out of what complacency remained when four students were killed by national guardsmen at Kent State in Ohio, followed shortly by two more at Jackson State on May 15th. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_State_shootings https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_State_killings When awareness of this horrific event spread across the ASU campus, shock and outrage were so strong as to seem like a physical force. Students and faculty cried, walked around looking like ghosts, and were asking each other how could something like this happen in America.

The number of protesters skyrocketed to a point where, feeling a sense of urgency to let the world know we were upset and in solidarity with other protests stemming from this massacre, several thousand people staged a sit in, stopping traffic on Route 60 coming into Phoenix from the east. I remember fondly, the way director of campus security, Mr. John Duffy, a retired FBI agent, realized what was happening was too big and powerful to control, so he, campus security, and local law enforcement let things play out.

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2024: The world has deteriorated greatly since 1970. Four people killed in a shooting barely makes the evening news now. We’ve seen the environment degrade ever more quickly while those in office are hell bent upon eroding rights of the LBGTQI, Black, and female populations. Nasty is almost normal in politics, We’ve seen wars in Iraq, Afghanistan, and on the streets of many large U.S. cities. School kids have learned to shelter in place. Social media (which thankfully wasn’t even a thing when I was in college) bombards almost everyone with ‘stuff’. Information is a fragile commodity, news is frequently biased, and the need for shock value to keep people’s attention is over the top desperate.

The current wave of protests against the massacre in Gaza and Israel has many critics and detractors. The immediacy of video and social media makes measured judgment challenging at best, and I suspect most people barely make it past headlines, let alone take time to read articles about what’s really happening in the middle east, or on college campuses. It’s easy to play cards like antisemitism and outside agitators unless you’re fully engaged with what’s happening. Remember Nixon’s infamous ‘silent majority?’ It was a catchphrase for a shitload of apathetic Americans.

Anyone who thinks kids go to college without being exposed to new opinions and aren’t challenged to think about how world events affect their lives, probably owns stock in a recently debuted company created by the orange haired idiot.

Students face a whole different world than I did. The future of the planet is iffy as hell, they’re as likely to be shot as buy a winning lottery ticket, politics has a level of viciousness never seen before, knocking on the wrong door can get you shot (think about how that affects people who want to help elect good candidates), the weather acts like a character from Nightmare on Elm Street, and they’re probably going to graduate with enough debt to sink them for years. (I owed $750 when I graduated)

All this has been written so I can make one final statement. I admire the hell out of students protesting what’s happening in Israel and Palestine, and hope they have more, or quicker success than we did.

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Finding Family in Ireland

We’re recently back from a two-week trip to Ireland where we spent most of our time on the rural west coast.

Slea Head Drive, part of the Wild Atlantic Way in West Kerry

Winter there was cold, gray and wet, much like Maine, but spring was in full flower when we arrived on the 11th of April, a huge relief after a heavy snowstorm clotted our landscape the week before we departed.

The Bluebells were in bloom when we arrived.

My grandmother

Celebrating my family heritage was the primary aim of this trip. Both of my maternal grandparents emigrated from Ireland to the US at the turn of the twentieth century.

They didn’t know each other in Ireland—Ellen Fenton was from Co. Kerry and John Kane from Co. Mayo—but both boarded ships on the west coast of Ireland and left their homeland forever when they were young adults.

They met in Massachusetts, married and had six children, the fifth of whom was my mother.

My grandmother died long before my birth. But because my mother and my other relatives spoke about her so often, I grew up with a strong sense of her. Most of her nine siblings also emigrated to the US, including her younger sister Kate, who lived down the street from my childhood home.

The view toward the sea from the farm where my grandmother was raised in County Kerry.

I was aware one of her younger brothers was a world-class marksman who had won Olympic medals as a member of the United States shooting team in 1920 and 1924. But it took until adulthood, when my cousin Kay Fitzgerald shared her meticulous genealogical research with me, that the Fenton family history came into clearer focus.

The other main branch of the Fenton family didn’t emigrate. The descendants of Patrick Fenton still live today on the Dingle Peninsula in the townland known as Baile an Chótaigh (English pronounciation, Ballincota), which is within the town of Ventry.

The farmhouse where we stayed. The stone house where my grandmother was raised is gone now. The far left side of this newer house is on its footprint.

Last month, I was delighted to meet for the first time my cousin Muiris, his wife Philomena, three of their six children, Grainne, Peter and Emer, and their grandson Paddy.

The connection  was instantaneous, our conversation as effortless as though we’d known each other all of our lives. For three nights we stayed in a farmhouse adjacent to the spot where my grandmother’s home—a stone house with a thatched roof that was repurposed as a cart house for farm equipment in about the 1920s—was located.

Sheep, including some baby lambs, headed for the barn.

That building is gone now. Peter told me it was crumbling when he was a teenager, and he was given the task of demolishing it with a tractor. He pointed to a large rockpile 100 yards from where we stood. “That mound of rock on the edge of the field is what remains of it,” he said. “We still use the stones from time to time. They’re good stones.”  He retrieved a small one for me and presented it as a gift I’ll treasure.

Grainne described her favorite walk along the boreen to the road that leads to the Ventry Strand, the beautiful beach Baile an Chótaigh overlooks. We both feel sure my grandmother walked the same path hundreds of times before she left Ireland in 1901 at the age of twenty.

The week before we arrived, Muiris was a key organizer of a long-overdue celebration of the accomplishments of my great uncle Dennis Fenton, who won three gold and two bronze medals in the 1920 and 1924 Olympics. For more information about him, go here: https://olympics.com/en/athletes/dennis-fenton

The commemoration originally was planned for 2020, a century after the Antwerp games where he’d won his first medals, but the pandemic forced it to be postponed until this year.

About a dozen of my cousins from Massachusetts were on hand April 3,  the day a bench in the center of Ventry village was dedicated in his memory. Due to work schedules, we didn’t arrive until a week later, and while it was unfortunate we missed what sounded like a wonderful gathering, it was a thrill to see the beautiful memorial when we did get there.

Later in the trip we explored the countryside in Co. Mayo, where no members of my grandfather’s family remain. The last time we were in Ireland I went to the General Registry in Dublin and found my grandpa’s birth certificate, showing he was born in a townland called Bekan. That pinned it down enough for us to drive east from Westport through beautiful farmland and find a tiny village centered around an old church. I’d assumed the pronunciation of the name was Beck-an, but a lovely woman in the combination pub/store corrected me. “It’s Bacon, like Bacon and Cabbage,” she said, a mnemonic I won’t soon forget.

A rainbow after one of the many afternoon showers we experienced in the west of Ireland during our trip.

Coming next month:  Music, history, Galway and Dublin.

Brenda Buchanan brings years of experience as a journalist and a lawyer to her crime fiction. She has published three books featuring Joe Gale, a newspaper reporter who covers the crime and courts beat. She is now hard at work on new projects. FMI, go to http://brendabuchananwrites.com

 

 

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