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Faster, Miss Marple! Kill! Kill! 

January 6, 2016

I was honored to be asked to contribute a post to the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine blog, pursuant to the publication of my short story, Just Desserts, in the January 2016 issue. 

 

Faster, Miss Marple! Kill! Kill!

 

Hope you enjoy it!

 

 

The Great Literary Blog Hop 

September 8, 2014

I was honored to be invited by the inimitable Martin Turnbull, devotee of Old Hollywood history and author of the Garden of Allah novels, to join in The Great Literary Blog Hop. After I've answered the Hop's questions about my work and process, I'll share some other writer's blog links. Hope you'll enjoy the Hop!

 

1. What are you working on / writing?

 

I'm working on finishing up interviews, research, and final edits, before I present The Mocambo Affair to the agents who have asked to see it. There are still many people alive who lived through the blacklist and who have fascinating, albeit harrowing, stories to tell. Although I have bookshelves full of books I've used to research The Mocambo Affair - histories of Hollywood, the studio system, the Hollywood Ten and the House Un-American Activities Committee - I've had little chance to meet in person those whose lives were affected, and that's my project this fall.

 

I've also begun two new novels. The Salamandrine Fires is a dystopian novel set on another planet sometime in the future. Very out of my comfort zone, genre-wise, which is liberating and terrifying. It deals with themes of imperialism and the nature of intimacy and illusion. Nothing much. Why can't I be drawn to write about bunnies in suits? I don't know, but I'm persistently diving into dark and deep waters not knowing what's waiting there for me.

 

The other novel is Keeping Mum, about a highly sensitive woman with ESP who lives in contemporary Los Angeles. She sees the dead, and also hears the voices of the damned, living or not. It deals with themes of speciesism,  and how we as a culture treat those who are vulnerable, gifted, highly sensitive, or outliers.

 

2. How does your work / writing differ from others in its genre?

 

This is a harder question for me to answer, because I'm abominably ill-read when it comes to contemporaary fiction. My undergraduate degree is heavily weighted toward Victorian literature, and my influences from American literature are all over the map, from Hammet, Cain, Woolrich and Chandler, to Keillor and Nicholson Baker.

 

Also, although The Mocambo Affair has elements of mystery and suspense, I think of it as outside those genres, perhaps more historical fiction. I call it a 'MemNoir.' It' is, I hope, the character of my narrator, Maxine, that makes the novel unique. Her voice is an amalgam of hardboiled detectives, femme fatales, and heroines from literature and cinema who have inspired me with their tenacity and vulnerability. 

 

3. Why do you write what you do? 

 

I might ask, "Why do characters form themselves from my memory and my subconscious and demand to be heard?" I often, in fact usually, begin writing a novel or short story with a scene in my head, not having the slightest idea why it's there. I discover, once a story starts to take form, why I'm drawn to it. The Hollywood Blacklist, for instance, which I write about in The Mocambo Affair and its sequel Chamber of Liars, concerns issues of injustice, the fundamentalism of conservatism and the damage it wreaks on those who refuse to bow to conformity, and the very personal and difficult sacrifices love calls on us to make - whether for our own circle of friends and family, or for people we've never met. These are issues that touch us all, whether we have the interest or capacity to reflect on them. But I didn't start out to write about that. I started out with a writing prompt drawn from a box during a writers group I was leading. The prompt was 'venetian blind.' That's a term to conjure with for me, so off I went into a mid-century world full of music, hazy afternoons, and cocktails in smoky restaurants.

 

Books have made it possible for me to survive life. I suppose I want to write books that move others as I've been moved

 

4. How does your writing process work?

 

I'm hoping someone will tell me. I'm so distractable, undisciplined and easily lured away from writing by other pursuits and life stresses that I'm always amazed I've managed to produce finished writing projects at all. Yet, I've written quite a bit over many decades and have published short stories and poetry. I manage somehow by taking advantage of elusive and intermittent gifts of energy and inspiration and getting as much done as I can before the next wave of existential depression or migraines sap me of my courage or energy.  It's the not uncommon ebb and flow of the creative personality. I admire those who have a writing habit, who write daily and don't let anything get in the way. Alas, I'll gladly leave the blank page with all its demands for the odd BBC costume drama or the local estate sale. The past, in all its forms, is my drug of choice - not my own past, but the fascinating and oft-romanticised past of our collective experience.

 

I have a difficult time getting very far into a chapter before I begin revising and editing. Some say this is anathema, but I believe the dance we do with our own creativity has as many forms as there are writers. The satisfaction of repairing a poorly written sentence until it has given up its treasure gives me the courage to write another, and another.

 

And now on to my fellow writers...

 

I hope you'll visit the blogs of a few of my writer friends, treasures all, with whom I have worked on writing, or been inspired by, and who I've enjoyed immensely.

 

Martin Turnbull, author of The Garden of Allah, The Trouble with Scarlett, and Citizen Hollywood.

 

Jack Eidt, founder and publisher at WilderUtopia.com, is an award-winning novelist, urban planner, and environmental advocate. Jack is the author of the literary novel Nowhere Beckons. His latest, Monkey Charm, is based on his time living with the Miskitu of the Northeast Caribbean Coast of Honduras. The piece won Best Fiction awards at the Santa Barbara and Southern California Writers Conferences, as well as support from the Vermont Studio Center, the Millay Colony, and the Squaw Valley Community of Writers. His Literary Blog Hop post will be up shortly.

 

Trey Dowell received his BS degree (insert joke here) from Washington University in St. Louis.  Despite a strong love for the written word, he artfully managed to avoid all English classes beyond E-Comp 101.  For the next decade, Trey's only creative pursuits revolved around "basic verbal storytelling," which was often referred to as "lying."  Luckily, at the age of 32, he began channeling his energy into a more socially-acceptable form of fiction: writing.  At a friend's urging, Trey entered Writer's Weekly.com's 24-hour short story contest, and to his utter shock...took first prize.  A writing career followed. Trey's short stories have garnered numerous awards, and the first chapter from his debut novel "The Protectors" won the fiction prize at the prestigious Santa Barbara Writer's Conference in 2012.

 

 

 

Mocambo Memories

September 5, 2014

Finding your favorite collectibles is so much easier now with the internet. Auction and antique sites are like drug pushers for the vintage addict, and I for one am unashamedly hooked. 

 

I've spent many years doggedly haunting online vendors for rare crumbs from the Mocambo's tables - treasures like matchbooks, coasters, cigarette holders, cocktail stirs and menus. Here are some of my favorite finds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The grey box at the top is something called the 'Adver-Wrap,' a cigarette pack holder that also holds your matches. Even a passionate non-smoker like me can get misty over that. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since most coasters are thrown away by the waiter, when I'm lucky enough to find one I know it held a fond memory for some Mocambo guest who must have tucked it into her Corde clutch next to her compact.

Nightclub Memories

September 4, 2014

The golden age of the Hollywood nightclubs lasted from the 1920's well into the 1950's and spawned not only dozens of glamorous dinner clubs but an entire industry of merchandise and memorabilia.

 

One of my favorite club collectibles is the photo folder, a heavy paper frame with cover for photos taken by such famous club photogs as Nat Dallinger and purchased as a memento of a gala evening rubbing elbows with the glitterati. 

These colorful folders not only protected your photograph, they advertised the clubs with graphics that instantly recall an era of tropical style and elegance that was as ephemeral as the paper they were printed on.

 

I began collecting these gems 7 or 8 years ago. Often they still hold the original photos of family celebrations, soldiers out on the town, or couples whose faces are alight with a glow one can't entirely blame on the flash.

 

Mocambo

July 9, 2013

The Mocambo Club opened in January 1941, just months before America entered WWII. She soon became the queen of the Hollywood nightclubs and remained in her spot on Sunset Boulevard for 17 years. Her flamboyant decor by Tony Duquette has been described as "a cross between a somewhat decadent Imperial Rome, Salvador Dali, and a birdcage."
 
The club introduced some of the world's most famous performers to Los Angeles, singers such as Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald, who sang at the club thanks to the efforts of Marilyn Monroe on her behalf.
 
The Mocambo reigned at the height of the Golden Age of Hollywood, a time when the average person could rub elbows, and share cocktails or a dance, with the likes of Errol Flynn or Bette Davis, Lana Turner or Clark Gable, before the scourge of paparazzi made such pleasures impossible.
 
The doors of the Mocambo closed forever on my birthday, June 30, in 1958. I was only four, blissfully unaware of the sea change occurring in Hollywood as the studio system and the age of the nightclubs gave way to TV and home entertaining.  I was equally oblivious to the poison of blacklisting that ended the careers of such Mocambo performers as Hazel Scott, the first woman of color to have her own TV show in 1950.
 
The spirit of the Mocambo haunts me still today,  mingling with my memories of seeing films at Grauman's Chinese and the Carthay Circle Theater with my parents, and eating at the Brown Derby and Bullock's Wilshire. I hope she'll continue to haunt me and infuse The Mocambo Affair with her seductive glamour and romance.

 

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