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Those Brits are Keepers

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By Evelyn David

First, let me offer my congratulations to Lillibet,
otherwise known as Queen Elizabeth II, who is celebrating her Diamond Jubilee.
In today’s economy, anyone who can hold a job for 60 years is impressive.

I adore Great
Britain and have been fortunate enough to
spend a fair amount of time there. I studied at Oxford
one summer; spent several months in London while
my husband did research; visited my kids when they’ve spent academic semesters
in The Big Smoke (aka London), Edinburgh,
and Glasgow.
And does it count that I love tea and collect teacups?

And then there’s my life-long fan crushes on British actors:
Richard Burton (I waited four hours in the rain to see him walk by when he
appeared on Broadway); Sean Connery who I would listen to read The Yellow
Pages; Maggie Smith who can be a wizardess or a dowager with equal ease; and
Helen Mirren who is convincing as both The Queen and a no-nonsense Chief
Detective.

 I’ve gotten totally hooked on a British TV series…and it’s
not Downton Abbey. It’s a quirky comedy/drama called Doc Martin and is best
described as a fish out of water tale about a surgeon, with a slight case of
Asperger’s and a fear of blood, who moves to a small village in Cornwall, falls
in love with the local schoolteacher, while hilarity and medical crises ensue.

Let me say upfront that the Brits know how to do television
series. The settings are always lush and for the most part, the cast is made up
of character actors who have steady gigs in a variety of shows. Part of the fun
is recognizing that the judge in MI-5 and the doctor in Midsomer Murders, is
now playing the village plumber/caterer in Doc Martin (Ian McNeice).

One of the reasons I think these shows are so successful is
because they have such short seasons – 6-8 episodes a year. In the case of Doc
Martin, there was even a year-long hiatus between season 4 and 5 so the star
Martin Clunes and his wife, producer Philippa Braithwaite could take their
daughter on a proper holiday. And after a year’s absence, the opening episode
of Season Five continued the action on the same day as the previous season had
ended. Just a couple of hours had elapsed in Doc Martin country.

The British approach seems to be a more manageable pace. It
means that the writers, the actors, and the audience don’t get worn out by a
glut of episodes, usually 22 for an American series, which are often mediocre
because they’ve been churned out like soft-serve ice cream.

So may I offer a toast to Queen Elizabeth II, on this
momentous occasion. We’ll raise a cuppa and offer, Love Live the Queen!

Marian, the Northern half of Evelyn David
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A Royal Murder

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By Evelyn David

I don’t want to trivialize the reality of someone being murdered, but I can already envision the Saturday Night Live skit. Guest star Helen Mirren (who played the Queen so well in the movie of the same title) is being grilled by Sherlock Holmes and Watson (think Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law). Harsh spotlight on her face, she’s being forced to give the details of where she has spent the previous 24 hours (“Well, I fed the dogs, had a cuppa tea, told Camilla that her sweater was ugly…). If Lizzie doesn’t have Miss Marple on speed dial, now’s the time to check Zabasearch for her number.

The story of the murder at Sandringham, the Queen’s vacation home, is slowly unfolding. Security is understandably tight. But let’s be honest, if a dead body suddenly showed up on my side of the fence, I’d be spending quite a few hours at the local police station fessing up to everything including lying to my mother about who actually broke her favorite vase (just saying, that sister Rachel may not have been the culprit).

The Royal Family has come under scrutiny for murder before. There’s always straightforward Henry VIII, who viewed killing a spouse preferable to divorce or annulment. It might have been legal, but ’twas murder nonetheless. Albert Victor, one of Queen Victoria’s grandsons, was a leading suspect in several Jack the Ripper theories. So presumably Lizzie knows how to lawyer up. I bet she’s watched Law & Order: UK more than once.

As a mystery writer, I’m always loathe to include real people in my stories. I might use a celebrity to describe one of my characters succinctly. If I say that the office manager had Dolly Parton hair or chest – it’s a neat shortcut that will instantly provide the reader with a visual image. But it’s my job as a writer is to create memorable characters, settings, and events, not merely figuratively Xerox what I find around me or in the news.

Besides, often the truth is so much crazier than what I could envision (Kim Kardashian telling me that she had married for love and only love). I’m pretty sure that if I’d written it, there would be an outcry that I had asked my readers to suspend too much disbelief. Conversely, sometimes the reality is so bland, that readers would be bored if I offered it up as the solution to a mammoth crime. For example, a few years ago, auditors discovered that a consultant had stolen millions from the Board of Education. I was astonished that the secret to the theft was that she wrote checks to herself for thousands of dollars. Since there was no second signature required, she didn’t have to be very creative in order to steal. Sorry, but as a mystery writer, I wouldn’t be able to pass that off as a whodunnit.

Of course, we often base characters on people we know, but they are deliberately not clones. Crimes in the news are often the catalysts to storylines, but we’re writing fiction, not a true-crime book.

So Stiletto Faithful, play along with me. The Homicide at the Queen’s Estate….whodunnit and why?

Marian, the Northern Half of Evelyn David

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The Ghost of Elizabeth I

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D.S. Dollman has had a life-long fascination with ghosts, poltergeists, shadow people, and other mysterious beings. She blames her obsessions on the cheap burritos she ate as a kid while watching vampire movies in the dark. Dollman received her BA and MFA degrees in creative writing from Colorado State University. She was a member of the English Department faculty at Colorado State University teaching classes in creative writing, composition and literature, and instructor of a variety of writing classes at the University of Northern Colorado in Greeley and Front Range Community College in Fort Collins, Colorado. D.S. Dollman lives in Texas, home of the real headless horseman, where the bugs are the size of small children and the natives say, “Hey, if you don’t like the weather here, wait a minute. It will change!”

This is such an honor for me, a ghost story writer, to guest blog at the Stiletto Gang on Halloween, the 3000 year old Celtic celebration honoring the end of harvest and the first days of winter. Later this evening, as the skies grow dark and cold, and the veil that separates the living from the dead grows thin, the spirits of the dead will once again walk among us. There was a day when the thought of ghosts made me nervous. There are some characters in history that should not be allowed to walk this earth again. The ghost of Jack the Ripper creeping through the shadows of my kitchen doesn’t appeal to me, but I guess you can’t choose your ghosts any more than you can choose your family.

If I could choose a ghost to haunt my haunts, I would choose the ghost of Elizabeth I of England. I first read a biography of Elizabeth I when I was ten years old, and I was mesmerized. The thought of a woman prospering, excelling, and conquering a man’s world appealed to me, an abused child, in ways that I could never put into words. “I will never be, by violence, constrained to do anything,” Elizabeth once said. It wasn’t her successful reign as Queen of England as much as her stubborn resistance to gender-based oppression that attracted me, even as a child.

Elizabeth I was born in 1533, the second daughter of the infamous King Henry VIII. Her mother, Anne Boleyn, was beheaded three years later. Anne was Henry’s second wife, and when she failed to provide him with a male heir, he reacted in a manner that was to become his trademark response, exposing Elizabeth at a very young age to the undeniable truth of her times—it was, indeed, a man’s world.

Elizabeth was crowned Queen of England in 1558 when she was twenty-five years old. It was a time of great mystery and intrigue when enemies were poisoned and queens lost their heads. Elizabeth’s remarkable life was fraught with moments of intense fear that she could not outwardly show as it would have weakened her image and placed her in danger. I sometimes wonder if it saddened her to know she could never have a “normal” love relationship with a man. I wonder if it was, as some have speculated, a fear of a power struggle that kept her from making a marital commitment. “I may not be a lion, but I am a lion’s cub and I have a lion’s heart,” Elizabeth once said. She certainly was capable of feeling love, but perhaps she reserved her love for her people and never really longed for marriage as much as one might think.

Elizabeth I ruled over England for forty-four years, a surprisingly long reign. And it seems as if her familiarity with the daily routine of a ruler has kept her bound to Windsor Castle, the official home of British royalty. According to witnesses, Elizabeth’s spirit, dressed in black, still walks the halls, and occasionally the walls, of the castle. Elizabeth’s ghost has also been spotted at the Tower of London where she was imprisoned by her older, half-sister, Mary. Elizabeth spent many long, painful days in the tower staring out the windows, waiting for the soldiers to lead her to her death.

If I could speak with the ghost of Elizabeth, I would ask her where she found her strength. What was its source–ambition, fear, a love of power, or something deeper, spiritual, and personal? Perhaps it was faith in her self, in her belief that she was destined for something better. In this day and age when we rely on drugs, alcohol and doctors to give us strength and make our world seem brighter, I think we all could use a little faith like Queen Elizabeth’s.

D.S. Dollman
http://www.dsdollman.com/

The Art and Artistry of Wedding Gifts

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Weddings are on my mind. Of course, here’s where I’ll give the expected plug for the forthcoming, Murder Takes the Cake (May 2009) – which is fun, furry, and festive. But both in the fictional world and the real one, I’m awash in tulle and lace. In the last 12 months, I’ve hosted or attended four bridal showers, one engagement party, and two weddings. I’ve got two more weddings on the calendar in the next couple of weeks.

All of which means, besides dusting off my dancing shoes for the ceremonial, raucous hora (Israeli celebratory dance), I’m also spending a lot of time and money on wedding gifts. Part of me is envious, as I scan the bridal registries of the young couples. I wish that I could start over with new unchipped dishes and glasswear. I swear I’d still pick the same husband – but I’d like to replace my faded, thin towels, as well as my pilled, shrunken bottom sheets which pop off the mattress in the middle of the night.

Picking the right gift is always a delicate balancing act of taste and budget. The registries are much more elaborate today. Within days of getting engaged, I picked out, at my mother’s insistence, good china and silver – and in fact, got full services of both. But today, there are registries for the honeymoon, for gardening supplies, computer and electronic gifts, luggage, camping gear – you name it, somebody has registered for it.

But despite the often elaborate registries, I think every couple still receives at least one wedding gift that defies explanation. Ours was a silver-plated, four-quart teapot that rested on an elaborate, ornately carved ugly stand, and was engraved with the Greek letters of some fraternity. I still have it in the basement, waiting for the occasion when I host Queen Elizabeth and her family for tea.

Of course, no one owes you a gift and we need to remember to be grateful and gracious for the gesture and goodwill. But I read one story from a bride who recounted receiving a box of condoms as a wedding gift which seemed, pardon me, slightly tacky; or another who recalled the elaborately wrapped brick she received with a note that advised her to use it as a cornerstone when she built a house, which probably takes “practical” to a new level.

What’s your worst wedding gift ever?

Evelyn David