Friday, September 6, 2024

Hey there Cowboy- a Flaneur round Nashville

Having escaped the Dome Of Doom, we are now trying to escape the USA. Our plane hasn't taken off yet to go to London to come back to Nashville to get us. I can see it being a very long day.
Yesterday we braved the heat and went into Nashville.

Here's a brief impression of the city.

Martin Edwards said it was architecturally underwhelming.
I'd put it a bit stronger than that. 

View from the Capitol building.

A famous lady who was a sex symbol in her day, would now be considered fat I fear.


Queuing for Chicken with only one C. 

Mr James Polk's memorial. 11th President - known as the Dark Horse.

Capitol Hill


The other sign said  something about Scottish Worship so we took this picture for Billy, who is 87 and is a ermmm...whatever they are called in  'The Masonic'. 

I really hope the people who created Batman also created this building.

Typical Nashville street.
What we need is SmellyBlog so you could witness the aroma of weed, old socks, rotten cabbage and exhaust fumes. 

Alan knew all about this.
I didn't.

We had a vegan burger here. Rather a strange vibe to the place.
Those dressed like extra's from Suits eating amongst those dressed like extras from Rawhide.
We went out a door and got trapped in a fire exit.
Then watched somebody else do exactly the same thing.


An old façade on a new building- rather pretty

Lots of noise.
I tried to write a country song.

"It's hard to be a cowgirl from Glasgow
The boots don't look right with my kilt."

Bravely trying to cross the road.
We waited for an older person and followed them on the basis that they were still alive so had mastered the art.




Old car with with all kinds of floral displays advertising.....something....


Batman !

It might have been smoothies.....? Don't think it was cars.
Doughnuts maybe?

Great ironwork on the bottom of the streetlamps.


Lovely statue..... the farrier had his hand in this position....


Another statue by the same artist- I think this one was called the family.
Just look at the dog!



Batman was following us around.

Here was  the hotel were those who try to escape the Dome are incarcerated.

They are fed terrible rations, one between two.

From a van that entices you in,  then closes the doors and takes you back to the dome.

We did go back, voluntarily. There was a SING workshop going on where  the Bouchercon had been. The rooms that were the bookroom, the author dating room, the book bazaar room were all  back as one huge room and  it was mobbed.

So we, yet again, escaped the Dome.

Caro (UPDATE- at an airport fog bound somewhere on the planet)

 

Thursday, September 5, 2024

The Museum at the End of the World

Wendall -- every other Thursday

The past six weeks have been such a period of highs and lows. I've lost a beloved cousin and a friend of thirty-five years, but was also able to return to Australia for the first time since the pandemic.

As I take some time to grieve for these loved ones, I'll offer some photos from our days in Tasmania, land of the lost thylacine, and particularly, in this post, from MONA, the privately owned Museum of Old and New Art.

The Museum is one of the most extraordinary places James and I have ever visited.  You must book a 25 minute ferry-ride  to get there, and once you do, the bulk of the museum is entirely underground, tunneled out of a sandstone cliff.  Currently, it has three levels, connected by stairs and tunnels and a round, see-through elevator.  I wish I were a better photographer, but here are a few moments and objects from our visit.

The Ferry Ride:

Looking back at Hobart.

Looking back towards the "posh pit," where there's champagne for the 25 minute journey.

A detail from the stairway on the ferry.

ARRIVAL:

We climbed 96 stairs from the ferry to the outside of the Museum.

Another view from the top.

The Museum entrance.

INSIDE SPACES:

Looking into the lowest floor from above. Note the sandstone walls.

Another view from above, looking back towards one of the bars.




Another tunnel.

A view through one of the galleries.

A different view. 


Three levels at once.


The Faro bar, complete with a James Turrell installation.

This huge architectural space has a deep pool of oil at the bottom, which becomes invisible and reflects everything around it.

The tunnel into the space.

The promontory into the liquid.

Looking at the reflection of the ceiling in the oil.



RANDOM ART:

James and the Giant Statue.

Passage to a crystal temple.



The Grotto.

Looking up towards the elevator.

The obligatory Warhols.    

 And for the (mystery) writers, these two:

An entire room of empty books. Yikes.

Yep.

THE SOURCE RESTAURANT:

View from our table.

Their "grilled cheese" appetizer.

This was my risotto!

It truly is an extraordinary place, as is all of Tasmania (more on that in my next post), and it's a quick and inexpensive one hour flight from Melbourne, so if you're ever there, Cyd Redondo and I suggest a visit. Book ahead!

Hope everyone had a great time, hotel notwithstanding, at Bouchercon.

--Wendall

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

The Whitewashed Tombs: Reflecting on Medicine, Printing, and Writing as Lifelong Practices

 Wed--Kwei



Writing and Medicine: A Shared Commitment to Lifelong Improvement

As an author and former medical doctor, the release of my latest novel, The Whitewashed Tombs, on September 3, 2024, feels like a moment to reflect on the connection between medicine and the practice of writing. Both professions, after all, share a dedication to continual improvement. It's telling that medicine is one of the few professions referred to as a "practice." We don’t say that pilots are engaged in the "practice" of flying or that civil engineers practice infrastructure design. 


Yet for doctors—and writers—there’s an understanding that there’s always something more to learn, always a way to grow and improve, no matter how experienced one becomes.

This idea of continual refinement is fundamental to medicine, where even the most seasoned doctors are constantly honing their skills, learning new techniques, and updating their knowledge. Similarly, a writer is always flawed in their craft. Each novel, short story, or article is a chance to push boundaries, experiment, and get closer to that elusive goal of writing the perfect piece—just as each patient presents a unique case for a doctor, offering a new opportunity for diagnosis and treatment.


Narrated by the incomparable Bridgerton megastar, Adjoa Andoh

                                     

The Intersection of Medicine and Writing: From Doyle to Crichton

Some of the most celebrated authors in history began their careers in medicine. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of the brilliant detective Sherlock Holmes, was a physician before he turned to writing. His deep knowledge of medicine influenced Holmes' methodical approach to solving crimes, similar to the diagnostic process. Robin Cook, the master of the medical thriller, gave us gripping novels like Coma, drawing on his medical training. A Harvard-educated doctor, Michael Crichton translated his expertise into unforgettable science fiction like Jurassic Park and The Andromeda Strain. Incidentally, it is the legend that Crichton wrote his first novel while an intern, which is baffling.


Then there's Somerset Maugham, a doctor-turned-author, who explored the human psyche with the precision of a surgeon. More recently, Abraham Verghese, author of Cutting for Stone, bridged the gap between medicine and literature, crafting a novel that intertwines healing with storytelling. The Russian writer Anton Chekhov was another doctor who merged medicine and writing, famously saying, "Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress." Each of these authors approached writing with the same meticulous care they brought to medicine, knowing that both fields require attention to detail, a deep understanding of the human condition, and the ability to communicate complex ideas clearly and effectively.


Crime Fiction and Medical Diagnosis: A Symbiotic Process

The parallels between writing crime fiction and practicing medicine are more profound than one might think. In crime fiction, solving a mystery is much like diagnosing a puzzling disease. Just as a doctor must question a patient to gather a medical history, a detective questions witnesses to understand the crime. Both are looking for clues—whether it’s symptoms of a disease or evidence at a crime scene.


Once the basic facts are gathered, the doctor performs physical exams or orders lab tests, much like a detective scours the crime scene for overlooked details. And just as some medical findings can be misleading, red herrings can distract detectives and readers in a mystery novel. Finally, the diagnosis process can be compared to a detective’s task of compiling a list of suspects. Just as a doctor works through a differential diagnosis, narrowing down possible illnesses, the detective eliminates suspects until they find the true culprit.


In The Whitewashed Tombs, these parallels between medicine and detective work are more than thematic—they are the story’s backbone. Emma Djan’s process of solving the murder mystery mirrors the diagnostic steps taken by a doctor, with twists and turns that reflect the complexities of both medicine and crime-solving. Both fields require intuition, logic, and the ability to see beyond the obvious.


Printing, Writing, and Medicine: The Evolution of Craft

Finally, as we celebrate the release of The Whitewashed Tombs, it’s also worth reflecting on the printing process—an art form in itself. Printing, like writing and medicine, has evolved continuously, with each advancement representing a step forward in the quest for accuracy, clarity, and beauty. Just as doctors refine their techniques and writers hone their prose, printers have perfected their craft over centuries to bring stories like mine to life in the most vivid and impactful way possible.


The connection between these fields—medicine, printing, and writing—is the pursuit of mastery, the desire to do better with each attempt. Like medicine and printing, writing is a practice. With The Whitewashed Tombs, I hope to take readers on a journey of discovery, where the truths are not always what they seem, and uncovering them is as intricate and rewarding as any medical diagnosis or detective case.


Conclusion

I continue refining my craft with each new story I write, just as doctors refine their skills. One reviewer recently described my writing as “clunky” in parts, and rather than taking offense, I agree! As I have always strived to be a better physician, I still strive to make my writing more elegant and refined with every novel. The Whitewashed Tombs represents a milestone in that ongoing journey, intertwining medicine and crime-solving to bring readers a story filled with intrigue, complexity, and, ultimately, revelation.


As The Whitewashed Tombs hits the shelves September 3, 2024, I invite readers to dive into this mystery and explore the deep connections between these lifelong practices.