My Brushes with Mystery
My first literary heroine
I always wanted to be Trixie Belden. The
thinking girl's Nancy Drew.
Manor house, horses, servants, forged references, missing diamonds. And so on.
Moll Dicks Inc. (Though I believe that term was replaced in later editions,
along with the word "dungarees".)
And then I wanted to
about Trixie. Well, who wouldn't? Evil-doers brought down by the feisty
(though math-challenged) heroine, who could always rely on her friends and the
the manor house (especially the dishy groom, Regan) to help out when the going
My early works
My first mystery (a Grade 4 assignment) involved piercing screams, a murdered
maid, an unexplained change in a will and -- you guessed it -- forged
putative heroine -- an heiress and the next intended victim -- was the daughter
Lord and Lady Whosits; the sleuth was the niece of the murdered woman, sort of
a maid-in-training and probably smarter than everyone above stairs put together.
For years I wandered far from the world of mysteries and murder, writing in
various genres and non-genres. But I should have known all along that in my
heart I yearned for a life of crime. Because really, what could be more
comforting than a body or two in the library, a fistful of red herrings and a
feisty amateur sleuth with an intellectual bent and an unusual hobby.
What I have in common with
The gutsy PI and I share an essential element in our lives. We were both
born on May 5, 1950. However, Kinsey still gets to live in the 1980s and
remain in her thirties,
while I... don't.
On the other hand, she doesn't get to read anything written after the 1980s or
have a cell
phone or access to the
Internet. Or Pinterest. Or grandchildren.
I became a victim in
The Dirty Secrets Club
by Edgar-winning crime writer Meg Gardiner
Libraries will get you through times without money
better than banks will get
you through times without books