How many authors base all or, more likely, part of their
fictional characters on relatives, friends, business colleagues, and law enforcement
authorities? Even someone sitting at an outdoor
café can be grist for the mill. Perhaps the old gent at the next table owes his
nervous tick to World War II; maybe the pretty
woman sitting alone keeps checking her watch incessantly because a lover is
late.
One of my own favorite character studies was as close to home
as you could get: my mother. A Brit, as I am, who lived in Cornwall and other
small seaside towns all her life, she had the most curiosity about everything
than anyone else I’ve ever encountered. I remember most vividly her total
embrace of and interest in everything American after she’d crossed the Big Pond
for the first time to visit me and my family in Connecticut where we’d settled
after living abroad.
Her first time here was during Thanksgiving week and she
took to its festivities with great delight. She was intrigued by the Pilgrim
figure candles I bought, the Thanksgiving tablecloth and napkins, the fall
wreaths and bouquets, and the Great Turkey Feast. In fact, when she left she
filled a small suitcase with many of these items. She intended to hold her own
Thanksgiving back home each year, no matter the irony.
While I didn’t steal many of my mother’s traits, the truth
is that Tosca Trevant, the amateur sleuth in my debut mystery, Digging Too
Deep, is - surprise – a Brit. A gossip
columnist, she’d discovered a scandal at Buckingham Palace and is rudely hustled out of London practically by royal
order and forced to live with her twenty-six year old daughter in Newport
Beach, California. Tosca is not quite as thrilled with the local culture as my
mother had been. No nearby teashops and the one she finds doesn’t warm the pot
first; her leather miniskirt from her Carnaby Street era evokes remarks, and she
waits impatiently each day for a nice, long drizzle, brolly and wellies ready at
the front door. For lack of royals to write about in her new environment she decides
one day to weed the unkempt rock garden belonging to her neighbor, a renowned
music professor.
During her digging, accompanied by mild cussing in Cornish,
she unearths skeletal remains. Aha! A chance to be promoted from gossip
columnist to crime reporter and return in triumph to England. Sunny California
be damned. The story takes off from there and the investigating begins. Tosca’s
own curiosity knows no bounds. She and her sidekick, a retired Secret Service
agent and geologist who harbors his own secret, uncover coded music clues and
more murders.
As can be imagined, my research into classical music,
geology, bones and other matters was extensive. I even cajoled Rhys Bowen and
her Welsh heritage into checking out how to pronounce a couple of Cornish
expressions. Cornish and Welsh are similar and among the six Celtic languages.
I also found a Professor of Cornish in Redruth, Cornwall who provided me with a
list of rather strange swear words. When he’s not teaching he’s a fierce
defender of the Duchy of Cornwall and hopes to see it someday freed from Great
Britain. Shades of America! On the cover of Digging Too Deep I pay tribute to
his fight by including a flag of Cornwall, a white cross on a black background.
As for Thanksgiving, I experienced my first one in Westport,
CT and went whole hog with décor and
food. At turns mystified and fascinated,
my mother couldn’t understand why we accompanied the turkey with cranberries
and demanded to be told the entire history of the meal. To her, fruits were
strictly for pies. Mixing sweet and savory used to be considered almost pagan. In
fact, in the UK many people eat pancakes without syrup. While times have
changed, of course, my character, Tosca, still clings to a few British habits
including brewing her own Cornish mead from medieval recipes. She foists the
result upon reluctant neighbors and that’s how she comes to meet the murderer.
As for me, I feel blessed to live in America, and wish
everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving and the reading of many mysteries.
Thanks for an entertaining post, Jill, and I wish you luck with your intriguing-sounding mystery!
ReplyDeleteI too enjoyed your post. And it sounds like you enjoyed your research. Don't you love learning new things for the sake of a story?
ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone, and for your good wishes. . The County of Cornwall is actually a Duchy, much like a state, forming the foot of England. Happily, it receives the most sunshine in theUK but that isn't saying much. Good luck to all with your books.
ReplyDeleteI love researching those little details (swear words, for example) that can make a story rich. It sounds as if you feel the same.
ReplyDeleteMy oldest granddaughter spent over two years in London right after she passed the bar here in the States. There were a couple of pubs who did their darndest to provide turkey and fixin's on Thanksgiving for the Americans who couldn't be home with their families.
Thanks for your post, Jill!
Reading DTD renewed my desire to visit Cornwall. I'm still hoping to come to your book launch party on 12/7, Jill!
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