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Bracing for that iffy book signing

5/29/2013

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Perhaps if the owner hadn’t billed it as an event. And if she hadn’t also asked me to give a talk.
 
But, then again, who could blame her? Her shop is nestled in a picturesque corner of  Connecticut where famous writers and artists live in seclusion. Moreover, just about all  residents are highly literate. At a signing, they expect to find someone whose latest bears a seal of approval. The proprietor, in turn, wants to entice them to come in and browse and purchase other items as well.

In short, she’s taking a chance on a local author, published by an independent house from the wilds of Pennsylvania, offering a Hollywood caper no one has heard of.    

To up the ante, what if the notices in the paper and the cards and e-mails I sent don’t pan out? What if she orders a number of books and has to send a bunch of them back?

Besides, what does she mean by “give a talk”?

The only thing I’ve come up with is to discuss what sparked this venture in LaLaLand. Like the time I came across an old studio going to seed, replete with a crumbling Western town. One that seemed to be crying out:

“If I could have one more hurrah. A good ol’ showdown.  If I could come alive again before I wither away.”  

If nothing else, I hope it doesn’t come down to that awful cartoon in The New Yorker. The one where a writer is slumped over a pile of books. The sign in the window reads Book Signing Today!  A gaunt, wide-eyed woman hovers over his shoulder clutching a manuscript. The caption reads, “As long as it’s only the two of us, how about checking out a thriller I just cranked out?”

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Telling tales outside the box

5/1/2013

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Why not cross the line?

A short while ago I suggested you can play with formats. I went on to say that for me the outcome is never what the character really wants. The writer I was talking to said, “But that’s not genre.”  As though my approach meant losing any hope of attracting  readers.

At about the same time, another writer recommended a book her colleague had just written. Here, not only was mixing formats frowned upon but the overriding claim was you have to meet readers’ expectations right off the bat. As though people go on Amazon, look at the cover, click on “Look Inside,” peruse the opening for, say, a creepy thriller or a harmless cozy and if their expectation isn’t immediately met, it’s over.

However, in the words of the old show tune, “It ain’t necessarily so.”

Take Marja McGraw’s Old Murders Never Die.  The cold, gripping opening written in the third person follows a young pregnant women frantically running from the clutches of a killer. In no time she’s dispatched and we’re in the throes of a nightmarish tale.

But the next thing you know, P.I. Sandi Webster, her fiancé and sidekick Pete Goldberg, and their dog Bubba are off on a camping trip in the mountains of Arizona. Lighthearted Sandi is telling the tale, glad to get away from all those bodies that keep cropping up back in L.A. but a bit disconcerted when they lose their way. Not only that, they come across the remnants of an old mining ghost town circa the 1880s and become stranded when someone swipes the ignition relay module from their Jeep.

When a cowboy on a black stallion keeps appearing and disappearing, even shooting off his six guns, we’ve segued into some kind of twilight zone. At the same time, Sandi discovers an old diary written by the sheriff way back then. It seems a 15-year-old girl was found with her throat cut.  Old medical records reveal the specter of more mayhem  and, in due course, the pressing question: Why did everyone suddenly leave town?

Will yesteryear, the cowboy and the here-and-now collide? Will the couple and their dog ever get back to L.A. and those cozy, everyday murders?

Why can’t you tweak any format and ask readers to come along for the ride?  

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    Shelly Frome is a member of Mystery Writers of America, a professor of dramatic arts emeritus at the University of Connecticut, a former professional actor, and has written over twenty-five plays and novels. His latest is the New York caper       Murder Run 

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