Many thanks to the ten wonderful mystery writers who invited me to write a guest blog entry on their blog Murder Is Everywhere. For those of you unfamiliar with the blog, it was founded by Leighton Gage who’s Mario Silva mysteries take place in Brazil. Today, its regular contributors include Annamaria Alfieri, Cara Black, Lisa Brackmann, Caro Ramsay, Michael Stanley (Michael Sears and Stanley Trollip), Jeff Siger, Zoë Sharp, and Yrsa Sigurðardóttir. Check it out. It’s well worth your while. If you like their books, you’ll find the blog entries add more color and background to what you already know.
The Author and her Characters
The International Thriller Writers organization sponsors a weekly online roundtable discussion on topics related to writing. This weeks topic is “How do you separate the author from your characters?” The fourteen participants (including me) bring up a lot of interesting points. Don’t miss it.
The Big Thrill Interview
Last month, I joined the International Thriller Writers as a debut author. Right away, I was surprised by the amount of attention the organization pays to new members and, most importantly, new authors. After joining the debut authors program, Ian Walkley, an Australian writer, contacted me to conduct an online interview. I really appreciated his questions. They allowed me to speak both about the book and my own journey to becoming a fiction writer. The interview is live now.
In the words of Cory Doctorow, the biggest problem for a new author is anonymity. Just because my book was published doesn’t mean that anyone is going to read it. That’s true even for those books published by the five big publishers. So we writers have to build our own platform using social media and other ways to get our name out there.
ITW recognizes that and offers many means to support its members. The Debut Author program is just one of them.
We Need New Names by NoViolet Bulawayo
The first part of the book is the rawest, most physical description of childhood in present day Zimbabwe. It’s honesty is a sharp as a dagger. It’s much more visceral than Tsitsi Dangarembga’s Nervous Conditions which recounts childhood during the era of white minority rule. Despite its in-your-face descriptions of poverty, it also captures childhood in ways few writers can. Garry Trudeau, in his introduction to a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon collection, pointed out that most writers who feature children, feature them as wise-cracking mini adults. NoViolet Bulawayo doesn’t do that. Darling, Bastard, Stina and their friends are real kids with the innocence and the latent brutality kids everywhere exhibit. If the book had just consisted of this part, I would have given it five stars.
The second part describes Darling’s journey and life in the US. Here the narrative falls into the well trodden pathways of other coming-to-the-US novels, the most recent example of which is Adichie’s Americanah. Initially, it works better than Adichie’s, which sounds more distant, cerebral. Much of it matches my own experience of coming to live in this strange country. But white guys with proper papers don’t face the same circumstances. The story switches from the adventures of Darling in a strange country to a more general mourning of the lost home in Zimbabwe. The pain of having left behind another world and not being able to go back because of a lack of proper papers is palpable in those pages. Unfortunately, the two pieces don’t mesh well, the latter interrupts the former’s narrative flow.
Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley
It’s been a long while since I read Devil in a Blue Dress. Since reading it sometime in the late 1990s, I’ve followed Easy Rawlins through all of Mosley’s sequels. I enjoyed getting to know him again in his first appearance on the mystery scene.
The plot is complex. Rawlins, newly unemployed in LA needs cash to pay his mortgage. He’s a homeowner, has joined the black middle class and wants to stay there. A bar owner friend introduces him to DeWitt Albright, a white man who’s looking for a white woman. Needing the money, but concerned about the setup, Easy is a reluctant detective. That reluctance increases as he finds out there’s way more to the story than finding a young woman. Albright isn’t who he claims to be. Acquaintances drop dead, leaving Easy as a suspect and exposing him to the racist LA detectives. It only with the help of his Houston friend Mouse that Easy escapes the trap set for him.
Race permeates this book as it does all of Mosley’s mysteries. Easy is forced to walk the line that separates white from black LA and that line is a dangerous line. The police is an ever present threat and even so-called “friends of the negro” turn their back once they got what they wanted. The very core of this mystery is the ultimate indictment of race as a social classification. But you’ll have to read it to see why.
