Saturday, November 30, 2024
Secrets of Greek Cooking Brought to Mind by the Closing of a Landmark NYC Restaurant
Friday, November 29, 2024
And the winner of the Saltire Prize is......
As some of you may know, I started writing at the age of 'quite old' after I fractured my back and ended up in hospital for a very long time. Before that I hadn’t written a word of fiction. By the time I was back on my feet, literally in this case, I had written over quarter of a million words. They ended up becoming books 1 and 2. 'Absolution' starts off with a female lying in their bed having everything done for them. And it wasn’t until much later somebody pointed out that it had been written by a female in bed having everything done for them.
The answer to your unasked question is a Papermate pen and a clipboard because you can write whilst lying on your back.
Ajay getting her award.
Apropos, of absolutely nothing, the story was inspired by some lines from the Waterboys song A Girl Called Johnny.... "A girl who discovered her choice was to change or be changed."
So if we take a timeline from me being in hospital to me appearing in the British Embassy in Berlin next month as a sort of Scottish tartan noir cultural ambassador(??) many people along that timeline have pushed me, prodded me, encouraged me, slapped me about etc but none more so than the lady who won the Saltire award last night... Ajay Close.
My memory is quite hazy and sometimes my imagination just fills the gaps but this is the story.
When I had finished my quarter of a million words but wasn't quite strong enough to be back at work full time, I joined the afternoon writers' group in the local library. There was stunned silence when I read the opening of Absolution... 'White nothing but white, nothing but the rhythmic breathing of life.'
The writer in
residence basically told me to go away and come back on the Thursday night when
the audience would be slightly tougher. ( Much tougher to be accurate ) Weirdly, I am now in charge of fiction
in that writers' group, or so I think.
Ajay, insert joke re light at the end of the tunnel!
Back in the day, the council paid for a writer in residence to take writing groups. They are generally authors, who like to give something back to the community. Then along came Ajay who I think has a PhD in the works of Larkin- I might have made that up but I don't think so. She was an award winning journalist in the more intellectual end of print media. And a graduate of Oxford or Cambridge ( I suspect it was Cambridge), and generally a mega intelligent human being. The sort of person who can tell you that something is crap but can also tell you how to put it right. As a writer she is very literary, working on political themes.
She once read my whole typescript for me, and once she had slapped that about a bit, she suggested I send it to Jane Gregory who is the agent for Val McDermid and Anne Cleeves, Minette Walters etc and so my writing career was born.
I often wonder what
would have happened if I hadn’t turned up that night or if Ajay had never taken
the job. She now works up in Perth. I remember meeting her other half at some
thing we were doing together and he was very patient in explaining to me what
steampunk was. I had no idea.
Ajay's writing really impressed John Le Carre.
What more do you need to know.
Anyway, Ajay has always been a beautiful writer, shades of Donna Tartt about the way she writes but without the twirly bits if you get my meaning. The book that won the Saltire for her is not about the Yorkshire Ripper, it's about the women living in Leeds during that time, different stories about the different women and what it was actually like. Much more literary then crime.
In fact, the book is totally about the quiet heroic women who went about their business during that time and fought back. And fought back against the police who, with the distance and judgement that time allows, made some bad decisions.
For those that don't know, the police at that time advised women to stay in as they couldn't catch the guy who was murdering women - thirteen in all. Famously the floor of the incident room nearly collapsed due to the weight of the paperwork.
And just to end with a story, I was promoting this book to a patient who said they were doing social work training at the time "The Ripper" was active and because of what was going on and the fact that she was often out at night, her husband used to drive her from home visit to home visit. Three times he got a knock on the window of his car from the boys in blue, "What exactly are you doing here, sir?"
Thursday, November 28, 2024
Thankful
Wendall -- every other Thursday
Happy Thanksgiving. I thought I’d take this opportunity to write about a few things I’m grateful for today.
First, I am so grateful for my husband. Today is the anniversary of our first date and I want to thank him for making me laugh every day for the last twenty-three years.
We never pass up a chance at a photo booth. |
The king of funny faces. |
He sent off for an inflatable Dino from Japan. |
I am also grateful to the Murder is Everywhere crew. It is a privilege and a pleasure to have spent almost two years now with all of you interesting, talented, erudite writers and to be a part of the blog. I’m also grateful for all of you who follow us.
My first Bouchercon with most of the writers from MIE. |
As always, I’m grateful to Stevie Wonder for still being alive. Same goes for Joni Mitchell, Jackson Browne, Stephen Stills, Bob Dylan, Rickie Lee Jones, Stevie Nicks, Keith Richards, and on and on. For more details on how music is vital to me, see my blog from November 14.
I am grateful that James and I now have a balcony. It may overlook a freeway (we pretend the constant sound is the ocean) but it’s a private place outside to read, drink coffee and cocktails, and watch the hummingbirds while the sun rises and sets. Makes all the difference.
I am grateful to all my professors at UNC, especially the late Doris Betts, who gave me the best reading lists and taught me to think, always dig deeper, and check my sources.
My writing and thinking mentor, Doris Betts. |
I’m grateful to live in California, where succulents abound.
Huntington Gardens. |
A palm tree from my neighborhood. |
I’m grateful to have grown up in the 70s, where great, profound, irreverent, and hilarious movies were in theaters every week.
To be a moviegoes when Altman was at his peak was a privilege. |
When news was news. |
No words for how prophetic this was. |
When Jill Clayburgh, Diane Keaton, and Sally Field were movie stars. |
Still stunning. |
My idol and still one of my favorite films. |
"Serpentine!" |
Too many funny lines to quote. |
I’m grateful that mystery organizations, librarians, and independent bookstores exist and for all the amazing people who have helped me with my research, read early drafts, chosen my stories for anthologies, and generally supported me as a writer, especially my sister, Kim. The rest of you know who you are.
At Chevalier's with Tim Hallinan. |
My very first signing with Anne Saller at Book Carnival. |
My first published story, thanks to Naomi Hirahara. |
Also grateful I can still hear, see, and type!
Have a great holiday.
--Wendall
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
Global Icons: The Hits and Misses of My Travel Bucket List
Kwei--Wednesday
After a horrific few weeks, I wanted to post something of lighter fare.
Exploring the world’s most famous landmarks is an exciting adventure—but not all icons live up to their hype. While some places left me in awe, others didn’t quite meet my expectations. Here’s my take on the global landmarks that impressed me and those that fell a little short.
The Disappointments: When Reality Didn’t Match the Vision
Doesn't it look like a skyscraper? Image: Shutterstock |
My first thought: "This is ridiculous." (Image: Shutterstock) |
Photos give an impression of size that doesn't show in real life (Image: Shutterstock) |
The size and grandeur is overpowering (Image: Shutterstock) |
In real life, the Akosombo Dam is truly impressive (Image: Shutterstock) |
The Adome Bridge features strongly in The Missing American (Image: Kwei Quartey) |
I've admired this building since childhood (Image: Shutterstock) |
We usually see the exterior of the Lady With The Lamp; this is the spiral staircase inside (Image: Shutterstock) |
Plan Your Visits: Know What to Expect
Iconic landmarks are part of our shared cultural imagination, but knowing what to expect can help you avoid disappointment. Researching size, accessibility, and crowds can make or break your visit. While some places—like the Adome Bridge or the Grand Canyon—are even more stunning in person, others, like the Little Mermaid or Mona Lisa, might underwhelm at first glance.
What global landmarks have exceeded or fallen short of your expectations? Share your travel tales in the comments!
Monday, November 25, 2024
Why?
Annamaria on Monday
To be honest, I am a little trepidatious about taking up this topic today. After all, I am not a political scientist. But I need to find my way to some level of understanding, at least for myself. So I am using this blog to try to make sense of the situation. I fear, readers will think I am being jejune. Or facetious. But I believe in my conclusion is true.
For the past few weeks, I have had to turn off the news because Democrats have ben doing what, I am sorry to say, we too often do best: blaming each other for our loss in an recent election. That amounts to shooting ourselves in the foot.
Too many people have been playing this blame game. They have been dwelling on specific acts that so-and-so shouldn't have done. Or he/she did not do XYZ when it would have cured the whole situation. I cannot imagine why anyone would think engaging in such self-flagellation, especially when it will be broadcast worldwide, would be helpful.
That said, I am going to throw my chapeau into the ring. My analysis, amateurish as it may seem, I hope will add some salt to the soup.
First, I need to get us past the rumor that Trump won by a landslide. He won, but by a margin of less than 2%. (Aside: after all his lies about the American election system being rife with fraud, he now believes in this result.) In truth, when all the votes were counted, more Americans voted for somebody other than Trump. But he did win.
Although the Democratic Party won the votes of their own members and of many well–informed Republicans, they did not win because of, in the words of Cool–hand Luke, a failure to communicate. The Democrat’s messages were progressive, but they required explanation and thought to be convincing. And generally speaking, they weren't amusing. "Women deserve the right to make their own decisions about their own bodies." "America under Biden came out of the pandemic stronger than any other country in the developed world."
The MAGA message on the other hand was tailored to the addicts of social media "They eat their neighbors pets." "Immigrants are taking your jobs."
The Democrats messages were aimed at getting the voter to think.
The MAGA messages were aimed at amusing and rialing up the voters
The Democrat's messages required, for example, an elementary knowledge of economics.
The MAGA messages could be easily expressed in 140 characters, or 280 at the very most.
In the end, when it comes to attracting those voters who listen to influencers rather than experts, I am afraid it boiled down to this: