Annamaria on Hiatus
Though I never go anywhere near Dallas if I can help it, and I was not at Bouchercon this year, I am cashing in my B'con hiatus raincheck today because I am with a few thousand words of the end of a first draft of my WIP. I cannot stop now, friends. So I am sending an alter-ego to take my place..
Bjorn Leggo-Saab, standing in again - this time for Annamaria whose mind is otherwise occupied.
Though I never go anywhere near Dallas if I can help it, and I was not at Bouchercon this year, I am cashing in my B'con hiatus raincheck today because I am with a few thousand words of the end of a first draft of my WIP. I cannot stop now, friends. So I am sending an alter-ego to take my place..
Bjorn Leggo-Saab, standing in again - this time for Annamaria whose mind is otherwise occupied.
A fragment from my upcoming London Times bestseller: The Laughing Faceless Detective With the Frost Tattoo.
Dedicated
to
Everett Kaser
who, like me, lives in a gloomy place.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to force
the image outside the car window to come into focus.
I
wished I had stayed with goop. But it
was illegal. The sticky, black-brown paste my brother cooked up in his lab at
the university every Friday afternoon had had its base in hashish. Hagar had spread it, still warm enough to be
soft, onto cigarette papers, which we rolled and smoked. Hagar had given it its American name—goop.
It
lighted me up.
If
I could take a few hits on goop right now, this bleak landscape would assume
the aspect of a brilliant minimalist painting. Even in this relentlessly somber
light, where the color of the sky exactly matched the wet concrete pavement.
If
I were high on goop, this thin strip of blue water between the endless bands of
grey would take on gleaming intensity.
Painful because it was the shade of Sigrid's eyes. It reminded me of death. One death I could not stop. And all the
deaths I could not stop investigating.
Not even goop, with its silly American name—silly like all Americans—could erase my agony.
It
had, in the end, taken away Hagar's passion—his work at the university. He had been shamed into
resigning. "For using his
laboratory to manufacture a banned substance," the letter from the
Department Rector had said. Hagar had
taken his own life.
I
did not. Coward that I am, I had turned
to a weaker, but the only legal means of dulling my pain. Drink.
And
so I never drive. I look out the window
while my partner drives us to the investigation of yet another death. And I rub my drunken eyes. And I try to bring into focus that thin
stripe of blue between the interminable bands of grey. And try not to see in it the color of
Sigrid's eyes.
"I
think it's the next turning on the left," Nils said. "Can you see the spinning light of the
squad car through the mist?"
I
could not. "Yes," I said.
BTW, if you want an alternative to gloomy Scandanavia, here is a great suggestion:
BTW, if you want an alternative to gloomy Scandanavia, here is a great suggestion:
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Well, except for one VERY minor thing. Almost not worth mentioning. In the dedication, 'gloomy' should be 'goopy'. But other than that, perfect. No one could have constructed anything more perfect. Well... except maybe one other thing. In the dedication, it shouldn't be 'goopy', it should be 'goofy'. Then it would certainly be perfect. Not only perfect, but existentially unique. Well... except maybe ONE tiny, trivial, not-even-really-a-thing: if the laughing faceless detective was wearing a long white slinky dress of silk, or no, of nylon, exposing his hairy legs, then that one little Freudsenian slip would bring total perfection to an otherwise perfect piece!
ReplyDeleteBut... now my life will be incomplete. I *want* to read this novel!!! Will the body be lying on a therapy couch? Or posed in the driver's seat of a Saab sedan made from Legos? Is the victim the first-bjorn son of a sailor man? Tonight will be a sleepless night...
EvKa, you were the inspiration for this. And DEFINITELY the body will be lying on a therapy couch. People in long white slinky dresses always make me think of Faye Wraye in the hand of King Long atop the Empire State Building, screaming, "Let me go. Let me go."
DeleteBut, I promise, when we make the movie of "The Frost Tattoo," there will be no plunging except for your neckline.
"The Frost Tattoo" makes me think of a dead dwarf in a freezer on Fantasy Island...
DeleteAs for my plunging neckline, that's fairly passé amongst today's headlines... fairly nauseating, too.
Brilliant, AA! You've captured the goopy, gloomy essence of what Sunshine Noir saably lacks.
ReplyDeleteThough some of us do manage to find roles for EvKa types in slinky silk frocks.
Bro, we are casting you as the psychiatrist and a suspect.
DeleteI now have an image in my head of EvKa in a silky frock. I am in a dark place indeed.
ReplyDeleteCaro, Fair warning then. Don't read my reply to EvKa. You'll need to smoke a whole joint of goop to get over the images it invokes.
DeleteThis is hilarious. Good work, Annamaria!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Triss. I must admit, I giggled a LOT while working on it.
DeleteAnnamaria, this is a writer to be watched. If he adds in some furniture shopping at Ikea and a lot more coffee, he could be headed for the big time. However, I did hear a rumor that this is actually a pseudonym for TWO writers collaborating on the work by writing alternate words. I await developments.
ReplyDeleteMichael, Bjorn is an elusive guy. I think that bit about goop is autobiographical. Maybe that stuff splits the personality, which could lead to such a rumor.
DeleteMaybe EvKa in the slinky silks BENEATH the therapy couch reaking of his last imbibed substance. Excellent, AA!
ReplyDeleteJuno, good idea. I will pass your suggestion on to Bjorn, if he every comes down from his high.
DeleteOh how I wish I had your wit, Annamaria! The book will be very funny!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Barbara. I must confess that I giggled a lot while writing this post. The people who write for this blog and who read it an join in with comments are so full of fun and wit, it's a pure pleasure to join in.
DeleteSomehow, through a Herculean (as opposed to Poirotian) effort, I'd managed to forget this classic column. For just a second, you had me checking my calendar to see if it was April 1st already. Still hilarious the second time around.
ReplyDeleteIt's dedicated to you, my friend!!
DeleteBy the way, have you ever read "Maisie Dobbs"? I'd never even heard of the series (or the author, Jacqueline Winspear) until a couple of the books showed up on Amazon's Daily Deal. I'm 80% through the first book and loving it. If you've not read it, I heartily recommend it. Set in 1910-1929, Maisie Dobbs is a woman of poor origins who rises to a good education, becomes a nurse in WW I, and eventually becomes a psychologist and investigator. I've no idea how the rest of the series will be (12 books so far), but the first one is quite good.
DeleteI will get it. It sounds like something right up my street! THANK YOU!
DeleteFun post!
ReplyDeleteAaaugh! I can't take sides in this hairy dilemma.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I know that the cover of Sunshine Noir has a very eye-catching design. And it's upbeat. It makes me want to rush (where? when?) to get a copy and plow into it.
Kathy, the updated paperback will be available at Amazon on Saturday. It is listed now, but I'd wait a couple of days to get the update - just some minor formatting improvements, no content changes.
DeleteKathy, I think you will enjoy the collection. It's a trip around the world with a diverse group of crime writers--many voices, viewpoints! And styles. But all well done.
DeleteWell, that sunny cover makes the book quite enticing.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read it.
Can you please post when it'll be the best time to order the book?
ReplyDeleteKathy, it is available in paperback and eBook right now. You can order it from any of the on-line bookstores--Amazon, B&N, etc. If you want a paperback and prefer to buy from a local bookstore, they can order it for you. OR can get it at a discount from the website of Strand Magazine.
DeleteOK, either Amazon or I go to B&N.
ReplyDeleteWow, this classic is from 4 1/2 years ago already, how time does creep and crawl through the dim twilight (wearing a silky slip, no doubt). Best wishes for the WIP!
ReplyDeleteTimes flies and crawls, EvKa. What gets me about time is that it seems to do both at the same time. Publishing, as I noted last week, absolutely follows your description, including the dim twilight. But I am tenacious. News will be published here EVENTUALLLY!
ReplyDeleteJeg er veldig glad for å dele min erfaring her, jeg heter Brenda og jeg var lykkelig gift. Ikke før mannen min sa at jeg jukset med ham, da ble vi begge små irriterende par, han kunne ikke tro, og han stolte heller ikke på ordene mine, så vi søkte om skilsmisse, senere ble vi separerte og svor å aldri gjøre opp. Jeg prøvde å gå videre, men jeg kunne ikke bli uten ham, så jeg begynte å søke etter mannen min, så ble jeg henvist til Dr.IZOYA. En flott mann jeg kom over, han kastet en kjærlighetsfortroll og fikk mannen min tilbake innen 24 timer. med dette er jeg her for å dele kontakten til Dr. IZOYA, nå ham via drizayaomosolution@gmail.com. Han er faktisk mektig og spesialiserer seg i følgende saker ...
ReplyDelete(1) Elsker trollformer av alle slag. (2) Slutt skilsmisse. (3) Slutt barrenness. (4) Trenger åndelig hjelp.