A couple of posts ago, Carlie asked me what my new book is about. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I pretty much NEVER talk about what I’m writing—maybe the genre or setting or word count but not so much the story.
Let me fix that.
The Foss family is spending two weeks in Yorkshire with friends, hesitantly enjoying life after the Armistice brought WWI to a halt two months earlier. The fathers are there to shoot, the mothers to plan their daughters’ overdue coming out parties, the older girls to gossip… and nineteen-year-old twins Miranda and Nina are just trying to avoid their mother, who has a penchant for directing them to “be nice” to the party’s misfits: a sullen boy named Oswald and a young veteran, wounded in more ways than one.
When a bracelet goes missing, the twins take on the mystery more as a parlor game than anything else, a diversion to pass the time and an excuse to avoid Certain People. After all, the bracelet’s value was sentimental at best. How serious could it be?
Unfortunately for the girls, in books like these clues often end in bodies, and in this case the identity causes both horror and guilt. The authorities call it suicide; the girls suspect murder.
But if it was murder, what could possibly motivate such a cold-blooded act against somebody so unimportant and uninteresting?
Or do the girls believe it was murder just so they can feel better about their own part in the nightmare? Because if it was suicide… wouldn’t that make them one of the murderers?
The Place of Execution, the book I’m currently shopping around, is definitely a crime novel, but the new book is my first crack at straight up mystery. I’ve always, always loved the genre—have read dozens of the classics by Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, as well as some (though far fewer) of the modern masters (P. D. James is a big fav; Laurie R. King is a good time; Anne Perry is a’ight).
Mostly, I like puzzles. I like orderly, logical puzzles and all the little details that seem trivial until you start to unpack them. Also I like that evil is always thwarted and good always prevails.
A comforting antidote to lit fic.
And that’s what mine’s about.
Happy writing to you writers and happy reading to you readers and happy Wednesday to everyone else!