Tuesday 27 August 2024

Please welcome, friend and author, Garth Pettersen ...

... to the blog this week. Hi Garth, thanks for making time in your busy schedule to be here today...

AW What first got you into writing fiction and what are you working on at the moment?
GP I am and have always been primarily a story guy. Though I sometimes read non-fiction, it is the story that grips me and refuses to let go. When I retired from teaching and had the time to devote to exploring the craft of writing, I started writing a middle-grade novel along the lines of The Hardy Boys but using locations and adventures my brother and I had experienced—embellished, of course. Then I wrote short stories—mostly speculative fiction. A few dozen of these were picked up for publication, which greatly encouraged me to continue.
Regarding my WIP (Work in Progress), I have just finished the rough draft of Book #5 in my series The Atheling Chronicles. In this book Harald and Selia are granted a large holding with many tenant farmers. They try to be fair and efficient but there are forces at play that seek to run them off—and there is a murder to solve. Writing a mystery, even as a sub-plot is new ground for me. I hope to tidy it up in the revision stage. The working title is Ravens Hill.
AW You write historical fiction set in England in the 11th Century, but you live in Canada which has a wealth of history all of its own? Why the fascination with some of the early invaders and settlers of the UK?
GP Though I did not realize it at the time, I grew up at the edge of the British Empire going through its death throes, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. It was said that Victoria was more British than Britain. I learned to love military pageants, lieutenant governor’s mansions, English traditions, colonial architecture, and English authors (Enid Blyton was big when I was a kid). The less appealing alternative lay in American culture just over the border, which I found brash and inwardly-focused in comparison. Also, when I was a child in the 1950s, most Americans thought we lived in igloos. At least the English knew we were here.
I studied History at university, focusing mainly on Victorian England. When I travelled in Britain as a young man, hitch-hiking, I was in Wonderland—story was everywhere: in every rock and cobblestone, every church door and low ceiling. I even worked on a Roman dig for a few days. I was smitten with England and Wales, and then with Ireland.
The eleventh century has been a good fit for me, with both Anglo-Saxons and Vikings on the scene. My family roots are in Cornwall (more Celtic than Saxon, I suppose) and Norway.
And why do I not write about Canadian history? I love the history of this country, but right now we (some of us) are struggling with how the colonial governments mistreated the indigenous peoples. Our history has been quite horrendous in that regard and so much of that prejudice and mistreatment is still going on. I would find it disheartening to set fiction in Canada’s past. I will leave it to indigenous writers—and there are many good ones—to tell their own stories.
AW Historical fiction must require a lot of research as well as a good imagination. But the history of the 11th century, surviving documents, memoirs, records generally must be patchy at least and possibly quite sparse for years or decades at a time. To what extent do the facts, as you discover them, colour the story you want to tell?
GP I love researching and discovering new information. The trouble with constantly reading and learning is you realize what you got wrong in your earlier books. In researching Viking longships for The Sea’s Edge, my last book, I discovered Vikings never rowed while under sail, as so many pictures show. The sail and mast had to be taken down before the oars went out. I do not want to go back and read what I wrote about longships in the first books.
You are quite right, Angela, about sources being patchy. My protagonist, Harald Harefoot, is an historical figure, but little is known about him. The main historical source for that time, the Encomium Emmae Reginae, was commissioned by Harald’s stepmother Emma of Normandy, after his death. Emma probably loathed Harald. The blinding and death of one of her sons happened on his watch, and he assumed the throne of England when another of her sons was the named heir. So, the commissioned writer of the main source, who could have told us of Harald Harefoot, blotted out any good he might have done.
AW You write short stories. Are they all historical too or do you dabble with other genres and/or other forms of media - film/theatre/radio?
GP I have written several stories in the speculative fiction genre, a couple of post-apocalyptic tales, a few westerns, some alternative fairy tales, and a fantasy novella. Sometimes I follow a story idea (Stephen King said you must catch the story ideas as they go by), or sometimes I will answer a journal or e-magazine that puts out a call for stories on a certain theme. For a while, I was challenging myself to write six-word and 100 word stories and flash fiction. All are excellent for honing the craft.
AW Famous authors such as Roald Dahl and Dylan Thomas had a special space for writing. Do you have a writing shed of your own?
GP
I have a very nice book-lined study that looks out on our five-acre hobby farm and the surrounding farmland of the Fraser River Valley, with the mountains seven or eight miles away. My wife and I board horses, so I can watch the horses run or graze. I let them roam as a herd, only disturbing them at feeding times. Horses are herd animals and I believe this is the best way to keep them.
So, yes, I have a lovely, private space to write, though it probably has a few more distractions than Roald Dahl or Dylan Thomas had to deal with.
AW And finally, if you had a whole afternoon to yourself and could choose to spend it with any one individual, living or dead, or a character from a book, who would it be and what would you discuss?
GP This is such a delicious question. I have been musing about it for a day. I considered Theodore Roosevelt, whom I regard as one of the most interesting characters in life and in fiction. Then I thought of Canadian historical figures. Louis Riel perhaps? Pierre Radisson? English heroes and statesmen: Lord Nelson, Churchill? And fictional characters: Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights? Alessandro Giuliani from Mark Helprin’s A Soldier of the Great War, my favourite book? And then there are writers such as Twain, Dickens, or Tolkien. And my Norwegian grandfather who died in the 1930s—not a writer but a sailor, whaler, sailmaker, and Klondike gold miner. I would love to talk to him. But it’s impossible to pick just one person, fictional or true, so I would say give me some old man or woman who experienced life to the fullest, saw ground-rumbling events first hand, followed worthy leaders to victory or defeat but were never remembered for their own accomplishments and contributions. Let them tell me their story.


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You can get his books Here and you can read my review of The Sea's Edge Here

 

Tuesday 20 August 2024

I'm reviewing Moved to Murder ...

... by Gianetta Murray.  This is the first in a new cosy mystery series ...

And I'm so glad I found it.  But before I go any further, if you read this blog on a regular basis, then you may well recognise the author's name.  Earlier in the year I featured another of her books on the blog - A Supernatural Shindig.  This was a collection of short stories that Gianetta self-published, and you can read that review Here  In addition, Gianetta very kindly agreed to an author interview.  You can read that Here

Vivien Brandt, the central character and an American married to an Englishman, is the amateur sleuth in this new novel.  Having moved into her new home in a Yorkshire village, she not only solves the murder mystery but also has to navigate the vagaries of English etiquette and the duplicity of the common language that we and the US share.  Some of these vagaries provide ample opportunity for this writer's gentle wit to be perfectly displayed in this new story.

All of the characters are well-drawn and move across the pages with ease. The narrative voice, although American in style, is not overly brash as in many other US crime books.

I found Vivien to be a very entertaining character - she and the plot kept me turning the page.  In Vivien and the English setting, the village and the supplementary characters, we have the beginnings of a series of stories that I think can be described as Aurora Teagarden meets Father Brown!

This book had me chuckling all the way through.  It's a 21st-century version of some of those classic cosy murder mysteries that are part of the golden age of crime.

I'm really looking forward to the next in the series.

about the book ... 
Vivien Brandt (forty-something editor, librarian, and future interior designer extraordinaire) has spent decades dreaming about a life in England, and thanks to her marriage to second husband Geoffrey, her dreams are finally coming true.  She and her cat Sydney (who is considerably less excited about leaving the warmth of California) are the newest inhabitants of a cosy South Yorkshire village.
But as Vivien meets the locals - including the vicar, a charismatic politician, and a pair of troubled teenagers - she finds she still has a lot to learn about her new home.  Especially after she discovers a body in it.
Now she must work with her neighbour Hayley and a somewhat mistrustful police inspector to uncover the village’s secrets and find a killer.  Preferably, before the killer finds her.
Because it seems when the chips (crisps?) are down, the only common language between America and Britain… is murder.



You can follow Gianetta on her Website on Facebook and on Instagram and you can get the book on Amazon

Tuesday 13 August 2024

I’m Off My Beaten Track …


… in Lisbon today.  Come and join me as I explore a location that I used as setting in my story Alice in the most recently published Summer Paths anthology ….

 
Lisbon is the capital city of Portugal.  It is also the largest in the country, with a population of just under 3 million within its metropolis.  It sits on the Atlantic coast of the country where the river Tagus flows into the sea.
The city is also one of the oldest in Europe, pre-dating many of the frequently visited capitals in other European countries.  Portugal was settled originally by pre-Celtic tribes and later discovered and civilised by the Phoenicians.  Julius Caesar came to the city, but after the fall of Rome, Lisbon was invaded by Germanic Tribes, in particular the Visigoths, from as early as the fifth century.  In the 8th century, the city was captured by the Moors and then taken by Afonso Henriques – the first King of Portugal - and in 1255, it became the capital city and has remained so.  There’s some serious history here, and I’m certain I will be back in the future for a much longer stay.
But today, I’m on a special mission.  Whilst I’ve been travelling I’ve been drafting a short story.  I’ve got one of the final scenes to complete, but I need a location, and I think Lisbon is going to be the place.  As I meander up the hill to the church, I get some breathtaking views of the river and the rooftops of the city.  The old streets are narrow, and everywhere I go, there are blocks of tiles creating pictures on the walls.  The tram system seems to be as ancient as some of the buildings.  The design is reminiscent of vehicles from the turn of the 19th century.  Dashing in between the trams and cars are some three-wheeled taxis that look as though they have been left over from the 1950s.  Whatever the true age of these odd little taxis, they bring a certain charm to the city.  I get some pictures and wonder if I might have Alice taking a ride in one of them.
The trams all have names here!
Right in the centre, I come across Praça Dom Pedro IV.  A large square with fountains and a statue on a massive pedestal,  flower sellers and a pattern of wavy tiles that makes my eyes dance as I walk.  It feels as though the pavement beneath my feet is moving.  As I wandered around the throngs of tourists, I realised that it would be here that Alice would meet the one person who could answer all her questions about the mysterious disappearance of a fellow traveller.  It was also whilst I was here that the final piece of the mental puzzle I was creating in my head fitted in place
My decision about the setting made me realise that I needed to make my way back to the docks and my very modern form of transport.  I take the main road from the square, and as I wander by shops and restaurants, I eventually come to a large arch that opens onto another vast square.  I definitely will come back here.
 
If you want to read the latest Alice Mystery along with a selection of other short stories, then you can print copies of Summer Paths Here and the e-book will be published very soon.  Keep watching this space!

Tuesday 6 August 2024

Rivers of France ...

… I’m continuing my journey along the Le Loir.  Come and join me ...

From Châteaudun, the Loir meanders south and pretty much follows the route of the RN10 and crosses under the road about halfway along to the city of Vendôme. Here the river scoots around the eastern side of St-Ouen – a modern suburb – before splitting and heading west around the old fortified town of Vendôme. The campsite is by the river on the edge of town which is an easy walk. And it is the southern end of town that is the most interesting as the river has created a small island full of history.
Vendôme is the sub-prefecture for the département of Loir-et-Cher. With a population of just over 16,000 inhabitants, it is the third largest city in Loir-et-Cher. The town has a long history, and today I’m going to take you to the château. But first I will need sustenance as lunch will be on the hoof today. From the campsite, it’s an easy walk past the abbey – more of that in my next post – to the clock tower and then left to the marketplace and the bakers. The little market hall sits in the centre of the square, and the bakers are just to the right – Epi d’Or. There’s a queue – always a good sign!  I wait my turn, and I buy a tarte-au-citron. Now it’s a short walk to the steps that lead up to the fort.
The earliest inhabitants here were the Gauls; there’s evidence of an old Iron Age fort (Gallic Oppidum) on the site of the town.  The earlier settlement was later replaced with a feudal fort around which the modern town has become established.  Christianity arrived with Saint Bienheuré in the fifth century.  But it was the House of Capet (who ruled France 987-1328) who really put Vendôme on the map.  The town became the principal city of a county belonging to Bouchard the Venerable.  The fort estate and town then passed through various noble houses by marriage until Bouchard 6, Count of Vendôme and Castres left the whole lot to his sister, Catherine, on his death in 1374.
The county was then raised to a duchy for Charles of Bourbon in 1515.  Charles was the grandfather of Henry 4, who gave the duchy to his illegitimate son, César de Bourbon, in 1598.  The last male of this line was Louis Joseph who died in 1712.  Louis Joseph, duc de Vendôme, was general for Louis 14’s army.  And if you’re wondering about connections with Paris … Yep there’s one very significant one.  In the first arrondissement (Louvre), which is right in the heart of the city of Paris, there is a square called place Vendôme.  It was here that a mansion once stood, owned by Henry 4 and passed onto his son César.  It was the house where Henry kept his mistress!
Weir on the river Le Loir, Vendôme
The ruins of the fort here in Vendôme are all that remain of the original château.  But looking out across the town and the surrounding countryside you can easily understand why the promontory above the town was chosen as the location for the original fort.
I’m taking my lunch back down the hill and to the memorial garden which sits a few meters behind the abbey.  There are some benches here and some beautiful planting to gaze at as I eat.  As I come back to street level, I see that the municipality has put out sets of barriers and parking prohibition signs, which, of course, I have to check out.  It appears there will be some sort of ceremony at the war memorial on Friday.  I decide to stay long enough to see what that is all about.

If you enjoyed this post, you might also like to read my earlier posts Here and Here
There will be more from Vendome next month ...