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Guest Post by Darynda Jones, Author of "Seventh Grave and No Body"

SeventhGraveandNoBodyDarynda Jones, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of “Seventh Grave and No Body,” shares with us her top five favorite women sleuths.

Women sleuths are my favorite kind of sleuths to read. I think it’s because of their (oftentimes) total lack of confidence that ultimately leads to a brilliance that surprises even themselves. They can be just as tough and hardboiled as their male counterparts, but they’re not afraid to stumble and to learn from their mistakes. We all make bad decisions, and it’s these decisions (and what we do afterward) that define who we are. These series are evidence of that. Here are five of my absolute favorites in no particular order.

Susan M. Boyer’s Liz Talbot 

Set in the island culture of South Carolina, Liz Talbot is a PI whose charm and tenacity will win over even the staunchest readers. Susan’s mysteries are full of intrigue, hijinks, and that twisted sense of humor that can only come from a Southern-born writer. I absolutely love this series.

Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone

Sue Grafton has been a staple for years. I cut my teeth reading her mysteries and have loved them one and all. Kinsey Millhone is a former cop who leaves the force to become a PI. She has issues galore, and that’s what makes her, and her cases, so interesting. So real and down-to-earth. I highly recommend this series to any fan of mystery.

Toni McGee Causey’s Bobbie Faye 

Oh, my gosh. What can I say about Bobbie Faye Sumrall? You know that cousin you have who is clumsy, always in trouble, rarely reverent, and you never quite know where her marbles went? Yeah, that’s Bobbie Faye. These books are so fun and so full of life, razor-sharp wit, and the craziest situations you can imagine, that they are an absolute must read. Just don’t drink anything while reading. They are a choking hazard.

Diane Kelly’s Tara Holloway

Tara Holloway is actually an IRS agent. She works in the Treasury Department’s Criminal Investigations Unit. In Tara’s first book, Death, Taxes, and a French Manicure (an RWA Golden Heart-winning manuscript) she is chasing down an ice-cream vendor who is selling narcotics out of his ice-cream truck and failing to report his illegal income on his taxes. THAT! I laughed at the premise of this book, at the hijinks and the tenacity of Tara. Diane created a winner with this series, and I hope you will enjoy Tara’s imaginative world, and her romantic quandaries along the way.

Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple

Cue the song Nobody Does it Better. That is the magnificent Queen of Mystery: Agatha Christie. Even today, her works have the intrigue and ingenuity to keep an audience glued to the page. She is witty, clever, and sharp-minded, as are her sleuths. Miss Marple is no exception. The Miss Marple series has been my very favorite for decades. I first read her in middle school and I marveled at how she always solved what seemed like the unsolvable, and she did it with such grace and style. If I could have dinner with anyone, Agatha Christie would be at the top of my list.

Ben Lieberman: My Book in 15 Seconds

Ben Lieberman shares an overview of his new book The Carnage Account in 15 seconds. 


Guest Post by Steve Robinson, Author of The Jefferson Tayte Genealogical Series

SteveRobinson_Interested in some amateur sleuthing? Steve Robinson author of the Jefferson Tayte Genealogical series, talks to Kindle Most Wanted about unearthing the mysteries lurking in your own family tree.

Almost everything we do these days leaves a trail, but that’s really nothing new. For centuries there have been records kept for businesses, records of employment, including apprenticeship records, travel records such as ships’ passenger lists and all manner of journals and other written material, all of which can help put the pieces of the puzzle together. When the idea of a genealogist using family secrets and history to fight crime came to me, I soon discovered, that the business of detecting and solving such cold cases using genealogical methods and resources required the kind of sleuthing that even Sherlock Holmes might have been proud of.

When I began writing my debut book, In the Blood, I already had the murder in mind. The idea started with a National Trust pamphlet that I was given while staying in Cornwall in southwest England. It contained a verse written by a local farmer in 1803 about the often tardy ferrymen who operated the Helford River ferry service at the time.  I thought it was such a damning verse that I imagined the farmer in question had been murdered for having written it – such is the mind of a crime fiction author. Here it is:

Of all the mortals here below

Your drunken boatmen are the worst I know;

I’m here detained, tho’ sore against my will,

While these sad fellows sit and drink their fill.

Oh Jove, to my request let this be given,

That these same brethren ne’er see hell nor heaven;

But with old Charon ever tug the oar,

And neither taste nor swallow one drop more.

To forever pull oars with Charon across the River Styx – the Greek mythological boundary between Earth and the Underworld – is damning indeed, although in the end, the motive for the murder turned out to be very different from how I first imagined it. The farmer remained as the victim though, which gave me the setting for my opening murder and the historical time period, but rather than writing a purely historical murder mystery, I wanted to solve it from the present day, so I had to find an alternative way to get to the past crime. That’s how my lead character, American genealogist, Jefferson Tayte, came along, because the idea of a family historian digging up the past seemed entirely logical to me – after all, that’s what genealogists do, isn’t it?

It’s a given that no crime mystery should be easy for the detective to solve, and that also makes genealogy as a means to solve the case ideal, because, as is often typical with the clues to a murder investigation, genealogical records are equally fragmented by nature. The genealogical detective cannot simply find one piece of information and wrap up the case, any more than someone researching their own family history can expect to complete their research by looking at a single archive. It is this need to find and connect the clues that forms the basis of any investigation, and for that reason, genealogy and crime fiction go hand in hand.

Newspaper archives can prove invaluable to anyone researching their family history, and if there’s a serious crime involved it’s almost certain that it will have been reported in the newspapers of the time. And when you consider that many crimes deemed to be minor today were serious enough to be hanged for in the past, it’s clear that newspaper archives can be used to reveal the details of a great many of our ancestors’ misdemeanours.

Old photographs are also a key component of genealogical research. They can prove useful in making connections between people, or in tying someone to a particular place and time – all of which could prove as useful to a murder investigation in the past as it can to police detectives today.

If you haven’t explored the world of family history before, you might think the subject stuffy and boring – something best left to classroom academics in their tweed suits and bow ties. I’d like to dispel that image, because while physical archives can be interesting places to visit – especially when you’re hot on the trail of a distant ancestor whose secret you’re about to bust wide open – nowadays, a good deal of research can be carried out just about anywhere you have an Internet connection. New archives are going online every week, meaning that the data needed to piece your own family history puzzle together has never been more accessible. The world of genealogy is full of intrigue. It’s a place where we all get to play private detective, and who knows what secrets we might uncover for ourselves?


Perhaps you have a family mystery of your own waiting to be solved – a dark secret no one wants to talk about. Whether you’re already into family history, or are planning to have a go, just be aware that some people will go to any lengths to keep the past buried. If your family history turns out to be anything like Jefferson Tayte’s assignments, maybe even murder. But don’t worry, that’s just fiction, isn’t it?

Guest Post by Charles Finch, Author of The Charles Lenox Mysteries

CharlesLenoxMysteries_Charles Finch author of the Charles Lenox Mysteries, shares with us his historical research process and how it's included in his mysteries.

The first thing to say about historical research is that any writer who claims not to use Wikipedia is a liar.  Don’t trust them alone with your valuables.

 I’ve written eight mystery novels set in Victorian England, all featuring gentleman sleuth Charles Lenox, and it’s true that I mostly draw the history in them from books about the period.  My favorite of the bunch is the fifth, A Burial at Sea, which also happens to have required more research than the other seven combined.  When I wrote it I was living in Oxford, England; every morning I went to the same carrel at the Bodleian Library, where the stack of books I’d left the evening before would be sitting there, patiently awaiting my return.  They had enthralling titles like The Navy in Transition and The Royal Navy: An Illustrated Social History, 1870-1982 – in that one the butler did it, as I recall – because A Burial at Sea is set on a royal navy ship bound from London to Egypt.  (I thought a shipboard murder would make a cool variation on the classic locked-room mystery.)  I filled three notebooks before I wrote the words Chapter One…

And yet, very little of that information actually made it into the book.  That’s because there are two ways for an author to give a reader history. The first is just to put it in. Example.

“I say, is that a corpse?” asked Lord Hoover.

“It is.”

Lord Hoover pondered this for a while, then said, “Did you know that there’s a seat in Parliament for a town that was washed away into the sea thirty years ago?  It has eight voters.”

“Rum, that.”

“Very rum.”

This is certainly an efficient method.  Not very elegant, though. To me, the second way is better – which is for a writer’s knowledge to suffuse the text, to be present everywhere, even if it’s invisible. For every fifty facts I learned about the navy, one made it into A Burial at Sea, but my knowledge of the Victorian navy was, I hope, lurking behind every word I wrote. The more confidence the reader has in the authenticity of an author’s world, the faster and more unconsciously they can slip into the story.

This gets to a larger point: in historical fiction, atmosphere is what really counts.  I love learning from books, but the facts in my favorite writers of historical fiction, Patrick O’Brian or Hilary Mantel for instance, are never obtrusive, never primary.

What matters, instead, is that a writer captures some of that ineffable quality that made a period of time itself – makes us believe that people lived back there, that it’s all more than a list of statistics.  When I start writing a new Lenox book these days, I tend to read the writers who inspired me to write my series because I loved their worlds so much, Anthony Trollope, Elizabeth Gaskell, Charles Dickens, George Eliot.  My next book, The Laws of Murder, took very little hard research in comparison with A Burial at Sea, and lots of this “softer” research.  As I wrote it, I was constantly thinking: am I getting the voice right?  Is this how they thought, how they felt?  Are these the words they would have used?

That was what I obsessed over, not dates, not street names.  After all: if I ever needed those, I could just run over to Wikipedia.

Video Post from Gregg Olsen on "The Girl in the Woods"

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gregg Olsen, discusses his new book The Girl in the Woods in a video blog post.



A Love Story Complicated by a Crime: “The Paying Guests” by Sarah Waters

I received a somewhat disturbing text from a friend the other afternoon. She was running late for work Paying_guestsbecause she couldn't put a book down that I'd recently leant her. "How can I go? I must read on!" "But, the children!" I cried. She is a nanny, you see, so while I could relate to her plight--I had spent a rare sunny day in Seattle, indoors, eschewing some much needed vitamin D reading the very same book--I didn't have children to keep alive. Such are the perils when one picks up The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters. So readers, clear your calendars.

I had the pleasure of sitting down with Ms. Waters recently, on a not-so-rare rainy day in Seattle, to talk about this historical page-turner, set during a "politically untidy" time that has many parallels to our own. 

The story takes place in 1922 in suburban South London. WWI has ended and ex-soldiers are roaming the streets, unemployed and uncertain about the future. In a once grand and genteel house, Frances Wray--a spinster with a surprising past--lives with her mother.  "They've lost their men to war, and they've lost income and servants, and so they've had to bring in lodgers to make ends meet, and they are Leonard and Lilian Barber, the paying guests of the title. Francis is at first appalled by their gaudy furniture and bothered by the sound of them moving about upstairs, but finds herself increasingly drawn to Lilian. So the novel is the story of their affair and the sort of dramatic and really violent and alarming consequences that it has for everybody involved."

The novel was inspired, in part, by an actual murder case from that time--a case that had a "classic triangle at [its] heart--a wife, a husband, and a male lover. And, I began to think what it would be like if the lover was female--what that would do to the story, how it would touch on other issues in the period." With this germ of an idea, Waters began researching similar cases in earnest. "I was struck when I looked at those murder cases--and I looked at lots of other murder cases from the period. They did tend to feature ordinary people who by some sort of mistake, by a moment of madness, were plunged into nightmare and into disaster and ultimately towards some sort of violent death. And I was very struck by the fact that people in murder cases like that, they don't know what's coming...In the months, weeks, days leading up to the murder, they were just leading their ordinary lives."

Waters is known for plotting-out most of her books ahead of time, but she admits that she was knee-deep in the writing process before realizing that--despite the murder and the mayhem--the book is mainly a love story.  "I really was sort of rooting for Frances and Lilian but very conscious that their love came at a cost...Once I'd realized, though, that that was kind of the trajectory of the book--that it was based on their love--the book came together for me more smoothly. And then it became a novel very much about how their love is put under pressure, how it's tested by this dramatic incident, and the moral complexity of the events that follow."

Sound a bit dark? Fortunately, as fans of other Waters’s novels like Tipping the Velvet and Fingersmith can attest, she has a knack for humanizing her characters with pitch-perfect humor for the period that also resonates with a modern audience. "Often humor is so specific to its moment that it doesn't date well. There's nothing worse than, sort of, terrible comics movies from the 20s, for example...The best of them last but they just seem incredibly tiresome now as no doubt our movies will in another hundred years. So, it's trying to find humor that belongs, feels like it belongs to the period and yet still seems kind of funny to us. That’s quite a challenge...We do need to get beyond those static black and white pictures of the past and remember that people live their lives in color, and with laughter, as well as with tears and sternness. The whole range, that's how you bring the past to life."

The Paying Guests was a Best of the Month selection for September.

Guest Post by Stephen Frey: The Proximity Factor

RedCellTrilogyStephen Frey, author of over a dozen best-selling financial and political thrillers, including the Red Cell Trilogy, tells us that it’s not just what you know, it’s where you live, that makes for great fiction.

We stand side-by-side on the seventh floor of 23 Wall Street, staring down across Broad Street at the main entrance to the New York Stock Exchange.  It’s six o’clock in the evening of October 19, 1987.

“What now?” my friend asks somberly.

We’re young associates in JP Morgan’s mergers and acquisitions group.  We recently joined the firm after graduating from business school—and spending a boatload on tuition.

“I’m defaulting on my student loan and enlisting in the army.”  I look over at him.  “You?”

 He nods at the window in front of us.  “I’m jumping.”

The Dow Jones Industrial Average tumbled 508 points today, Black Monday.  It’s a one-session drop of 23% which translates into trillions of lost dollars.  We’re assuming we won’t have jobs in the morning.  Many people around the country won’t.


 “We want you to use pre-agreed upon words on pre-agreed upon pages in your novels.  That would allow us to communicate covertly with our people in-country.”

My fork stops halfway to my lips as the man I’m having lunch with speaks up quietly from his seat beside me at the table of a well-known Washington restaurant.  Arranged by a mutual friend, this was supposed to be a casual meet-and-greet with a guy from State who, in return for a good steak, would give me cool ideas for the thriller I was writing.

A week later terrorists fly a plane into the Pentagon.  We could have seen that plane from the restaurant.

A week after 9/11 I call my friend in New York City.  The one I’d worked with at JP Morgan in the late-eighties.  A few years before, he’d taken a job with another investment firm, and his office was high up in one of the Trade Towers.  I fear the worst as his home phone rings, but for some reason he doesn’t understand, he took that horrible day off to go fishing with his kids.  He hadn’t gone fishing in years.

I never heard back from that guy at State about using code words in my novels.  Or maybe I did.


In 2014 almost everyone in the country has an opinion on whether the Washington Redskins football team should keep using that name or drop it out of respect to Native Americans.

A few weeks ago I’m in a local mall when someone passes a nasty remark to a prominent Redskins player about how he should refuse to play on Sundays as long as the owner keeps using the name.  Fortunately, the player takes the high road and doesn’t engage even as the man keeps harassing him.  Maybe he agrees with the man, maybe he doesn’t.  But getting into it at a mall with a fanatic won’t solve anything.

However, the incident gives me an excellent idea for a scene in the novel I’m currently writing.  I’m halfway through the manuscript.


I’ve spent a good deal of my adult life in and around New York and Washington—cities in which, often times, local news equals national news.  That compelling point was made to me recently by a savvy young woman at Thomas & Mercer, my publisher.

And, as I started thinking about my writing career in that context, I realized what a profound effect physical closeness to that phenomenon has had on me in terms of writing what I know.  I started my career in 1994 penning (literally) novels set in the financial world.  When I moved to Washington in 2000, those “financial thrillers” quickly gained more and deeper political threads.  And now that I’ve been here in DC for a while, my genre has become ninety-nine percent political.

“Write what you know” is the oldest and most often used adage in the publishing world, and it can be interpreted in many different ways.  It doesn’t necessarily mean that only doctors should write medical thrillers.  But, in my case, it’s pretty clear that the Proximity Factor has set the tone for everything I’ve ever written.

Screenwriter Greg Widen Reviews "Elza: The Girl"

51LL026lSeL[1]Screenwriter and producer Greg Widen shares his authentic and insightful review of the historical thriller, "Elza: The Girl". Hailed as one of the most bizarre true stories in Brazilian history, the tale of 16 year old Elza is brought to life by author Sergio Rodrigues. This tale of conspiracy and death has made its way to the US so be sure to check out this exclusive review!

The impossibility of truth is the theme of writer Sergio Rodrigues’ fictional recounting of an actual event that occurred during the failed Brazilian communist uprising of 1935.  An espionage tale of secrets and betrayals and back alleys, it is told in uncertain memory, the ghosts of its participants agreeing on almost nothing about what happened, or even, ultimately, who they were.

Present day writer Molina, a sad-sack journalist with an unfaithful girlfriend (is she?), is hired mysteriously by an old communist from those days, Xerxes, to write his memoir of the uprising. Xerxes isn’t his real name, and Molina’s writing credentials are suspect, so from the beginning the tone is set that no one is quite who they are and historical truth, if it can be said to exist at all, is at best a dull pearl at the bottom of a very muddy lake.

Though Xerxes’ subject is the 1935 leftist uprising against the Vargas dictatorship, his obsession is the brutal murder of a 16 year old girl, Elza, who may or may not have been his the mistress, who may or may not have betrayed the communist insurgents on the eve of the uprising to the police, who may or may not have been 16, blonde, or even named Elza.  Such is the rabbit hole Molina finds himself plunged into trying to record what actually happened that fateful year.

Author Rodrigues paints a believable portrait of the leftist movements in South America during the period. Typical of the region and its Latin people, it was always a more romantic struggle than either its European or Russian counterparts, but also, like so much in South America, if felt more passionately, it was also often completely misunderstood. It’s no accident that most of the party’s leaders had German last names.

Xerxes takes Molina back to a world where both Fascism and Communism still had a certain innocence about them, before Stalin and Hitler forever stained both with mass murder. So the struggle in Brazil during these years between the two has the lighthearted feel of soccer matches, opposing sides trying to best each other in cheers, songs, and bar fights.

But the murder of Elza, alternatively described as the slaughter of a country innocent seduced by a Red boyfriend, or a steely femme fatale police informer, depending what side you were on (and even what month) electrified the country when revealed and helped bring about the brutal repression of the Vargas government that wiped out the movement before it really started. So central to the story is always, “Who was Elza?” In fact, who were any of us?

As Molina plunges deeper and deeper into the memories of the man who calls himself Xerxes, he finds the matter only becoming more murky and confused to the point that basic facts and identities, even about his own life, become so twisted that one can almost feel the birth of where Latin American magic realism sprang from. Truth, about anyone, even ones self, is an impossible quest, so why not just make up the story that suits you?

Sergio Rodrigues’ writing style, though in the form of a spy novel, like Le Carre provides no action set pieces or tingling thrills. It is more, at only 200 pages, a richly told shaggy dog story, only one ultimately with no punch line, which is the punch line in and of itself. Like the work of another historical novelist, Gore Vidal, Rodrigues finds safety in irony, and like Vidal, prefers to reveal the ending at the beginning, finding the real surprises not in plot but in the characters’ self journey to that end. A journey I found interesting, credible, and worth the ride.

True Ghost Story from J. Carson Black, Author of "Hard Return"

61MbSreUVtL[1]J. Carson Black, New York Times bestselling crime fiction author of the Cyril Landry Thrillers, shares an exclusive short story with us based on real life encounters with ghosts while doing research for her books in New Mexico.


A True Ghost Story By J. Carson Back

    The scenic old hotel outside the town of Cloudcroft, New Mexico, is proud of its resident ghost, Rebecca, a parlor maid who came to a bad end. In fact, if you go to their website, the literature boasts, “The Lodge Resort at Cloudcroft: It’s ‘Charmed.’”

It’s charmed, all right. The place (burned to the ground in 1909 and resurrected in 1911) is haunted by a winsome red-headed chambermaid—with one hell of a vicious backhand. I admit I didn’t take her seriously when Glenn, my husband, and I dined at the Lodge’s restaurant, Rebecca’s. I got her name wrong and called her “Jessica,” a few times.

In fact I thought it was funny.

          The old lodge has some neat stuff, including a romantic tower—its four sides made of old glass, accessed by a tight stairway and an old-fashioned key. Clark Gable and Carole Lombard spent time there. You can look down over the canopy of pine right down to the White Sands of New Mexico.

          The pool’s cool, too--very 1920s. After a dip, I sat on a chaise and for a few moments watched the late afternoon sun glint off the diamond on my wedding ring—refracting at turns royal blue, green, yellow, orange, and ruby-red.

          I really shouldn’t have called Rebecca “Jessica.”

          Twelve midnight on the dot—a loud bang sent my husband and I bolt-upright in bed. The radio blasted gibberish from the bedside table. Tinny voices jabbered on the TV, which was up-all-the-way loud, the screen fuzzy black and white with wavering images in black and gray dots.

          “What do you bet it’s a prank?” one of us—maybe both of us—said.

          Glenn tried to turn off the TV and I tried to turn off the radio. They both kept blaring. Finally, we pulled the electric cords—


          Not that we slept very well. The next morning I asked the two young women at the check-in desk if someone had played a prank on us. They gave me a look that said, “Oh, oh.” They swore the hotel wouldn’t do anything like that, and any employee who would---well, they wouldn’t be kept around very long. Paying guests were paying guests.

          As we carried our bags outside, I said to Glenn, “Prank. Definitely.”


          The drive down the mountain to Alamogordo is precipitous, narrow and winding. The view from the road is a steep drop-off, a deep ravine, and toothy rocks. There’s even a tunnel. Mountain driving doesn’t make either one of us nervous, but abruptly I found myself thinking of Shirley Jackson’s horror masterpiece, THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE. I remembered the woman driving away from the haunted house (thinking she’d made a clean getaway) suddenly wrestling for control of her car with… something, after which she crashed into an oak tree and was killed.

All the way down the mountain I had that awful feeling: what if Rebecca was still mad?

          We made it to the valley floor in one piece. At the foot of the mountain, in the town of Alamogordo, we stopped for gas. I sat in the car and reflected how silly I’d been to think of a red-headed, thin-skinned ghost haunting us just because I’d called her “Jessica.” Of course the TV and radio were rigged. It was just a prank.

About that time I glanced down at my hand--

          At the empty socket where my diamond had been.

It was gone.

Exclusive Q&A with Louise Penny

514Nw1a%2BnaL[1]Louise Penny, “New York Times” bestselling author of the Chief Armand Gamache series gives us an exclusive Q&A about her life and writing process.    

Question: You weave a lot of Quebec setting, culture, and the seasons into your novels.  How long have you lived in Quebec, and do you write mostly in Quebec or other places like Montreal or Toronto?

Louise: I was born and, for the most part, raised in Toronto – but spent several formative years in Montreal as a child.  Later in life, after moving around with my job, I decided I needed to put down roots, to find home.  I thought, and thought and sat quietly with it, and realized that Quebec always felt like home.  So I moved here.  That was thirty years ago.  I have never, ever been made to feel like a stranger.  Despite being anglo in a majority francophone society.  I wanted to bring that sense of place, of belonging, of yearning, of finally finding home, to the books.  As well as what it feels like to live and breathe, and eat, Quebec.

Q: Have you received a lot of comments about the French Canadian vernacular/colloquialisms in your novels from American readers?

L: Yes, especially the swear words.  The English tend to swear using sexual references, or bodily functions.  The Quebecois use a lot of religious words.  I’ve heard elderly women (who were not Ruth Zardo) toss off the ‘f’ word as though it was just an adjective.  But let me say ‘tabernac’ to them (a derivative of tabernacle) they’d be apoplectic.  Of course, merde is pretty universal.  I throw in conversational French words here and there, (oui, non, désolé etc), but never anything that cannot be figured out given the context.  It’s important to give a clear sense of place, and language is part of that.  I also have a pronunciation guide with translation on my website.

Q: Do you do a lot of research about Quebec history before weaving it into your novels?

L: Some.  Like many, I’m draw to history anyway, and Quebec has a very rich and at times bizarre history.  The trick, I find, and something I struggle with, is finding that golden mean – the perfect balance so that it is neither a history lesson, nor is there a lack of context.  Quebec’s motto is ‘Je me souviens’ – I remember.  So past and present meld in this remarkable place.

Q: When you write a long running series as you have, how much to you plan in advance the plots for future books?

L: I do now, but when I started I dreamed it would become a series, but didn’t dare believe it, so I really didn’t think beyond Still Life.  So I felt my way forward, and prayed for inspiration each day.  And each book.  But then as my confidence grew, and my connection with the characters deepened even further, I could suddenly see years ahead.  Not the details, but the broad strokes.  Indeed, I knew how book 9 (HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN) would end when I was writing book 5 (THE BRUTAL TELLING).  The difficult part is writing so that the vital backstory, how the characters got to that place, is clear to those new to the series, as well as those who have read from the beginning.  It’s not simply bringing them up to speed on the sequence of events, it’s making sure the new readers care as deeply for Armand and Ruth and Clara and Gabri as long-time readers.  My books need, I think, to be read through the chest.   

Q: Are there ways that the characters or story lines surprise even you?

L: Constantly.  I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it is to return to Three Pines and know that a scene will be set in, let’s say, the bistro.  With Olivier and Gabri and Ruth….then Gamache and Beauvoir appear.  And they need to talk about x, y and z….  but how they get there, how they do it, what other things they say to each other, is always a surprise.  I have a goal, multiple goals actually, for most scenes – but how it happens if often a complete surprise.  And, it must be admitted, not always a welcome one.  My first drafts are a bit of a mess.  Like Lewis and Clarke slogging through a bog.  In subsequent drafts the story simplifies, clarifies – the characters become more sharply defined.  But I have to have something on the page, in order to edit later.

Q: How do you decide to set the books away from Three Pines?

L: Well, now, the original idea was to set all the books in Three Pines, but then, I didn’t really expect there would ever be 10 or more.  It became apparent after the third book that this tiny village in Quebec would not sustain the murder rate.  And it was becoming more and more difficult to describe it as idyllic.  So I decided to set every second book away from the village.  Though there might be large sections back in Three Pines, it would not be the centre of the action.  This has also allowed me more creative freedom.  And, when I do return to the village, ahhhh.  It feels like a genuine homecoming, rather that growing tired of the ‘same-old, same-old’.

Q: Are you ever tempted to exempt any one character from murder or heartbreak?

L: Tempted, yes.  While I call them characters, I have to say they feel very real to me.  I owe an amazing life to each one of them – to Armand Gamache, and Clara Morrow, and Gabri and Olivier and demented, drunken, brilliant Ruth.  To cause them hurt is horrific.  But these are crime novels, and neither the murder nor the consequences should ever be trivialized.  My books are not about death, they’re about life.  But life includes death, and pain, and despair, at times.  But it also includes love and forgiveness, friendship and goodness. 

Q: How do decide to weave multiple plot strings into one novel? 

L: I think it’s important, if there are multiple plots, that there be cohesion thematically.  I’m often, in fact almost exclusively, inspired by poetry.  Before starting to design and consider a book, some piece of poetry (or sometimes lyrics) will touch me deeply.  I’ll write those down on a post-it note, and stick it to my laptop.  So that when I get lost, (which I often do) I can find my way back.  Even in richness, there needs to be simplicity and clarity.  Never chaos.  The point is not to keep tossing sparkly things out there in the hopes the reader won’t notice that it makes no sense.