Literary Pretenders

Dear Readers,

For better or for worse, we live in an age of identity and accountability. How often have you started to log into a site only to hear or read, “Let’s be sure it’s really you”? Next, you receive a text or email with the magic code to enter and confirm you are you.

Despite these important safeguards, scammers, phishers, hackers, and cyberspies bombard us daily. Seniors are especially vulnerable. But so is any taxpayer. We work hard not to be those threat actors’ next victims.

So, with such real-life headaches and heartaches dished out by pretenders, why do we love to delve into crime and mystery books with more nefarious characters? To answer that question, let’s investigate three pretender types. The first, every crime fiction reader knows: The Impostor.

An impostor (the preferred American dictionary spelling) is a person who pretends to be someone else with the intent to deceive others, especially for fraudulent gain. They are grist for the crime or mystery story mill. Some famous tragic or humorous literary impostors can be found in these selected works: Patricia Highsmith’s successful The Talented Mr. Ripley series, L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz (the man behind the curtain), Peter Cameron’s Andorra, Nella Larson’s Passing (biracial mix-up), and many Shakespearean works, such as Twelfth Night (Viola), Measure for Measure (The Duke), and Othello (Iago). GoodReads has many more impostor-themed books to add to your TBR pile.

Literary impostors span centuries. They allow writers, readers, and moviegoers to explore themes of power, identity, and social roles. These impostors raise important questions about who we are, how we got that way, and where we wish to go. Through them, we might vicariously and safely experience a radical, inexpensive makeover and start a new life. Literary impostors, who send caution packing, can be compelling.

Another literary pretender is the doppelganger. The German word means “double goer” or “double walker.” This mysterious literary character can be an apparition or an evil double, clone, or dead ringer of a living person who is not related to that person but has the same facial features. There have been millions of actual doppelganger sightings worldwide over the centuries, giving rise to many equating them with evil omens. We remain fascinated by daring doppelgangers, as evidenced by such selected works as Anthony Hope’s The Prisoner of Zenda, Mark Twain’s The Prince and the Pauper, Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Double, Vladimir Nabokov’s Despair, Daphne du Maurier’s The Scapegoat, Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors, Robert L. Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and Edgar Allan Poe’s “William Wilson.”

Doppelgangers have long enthralled writers, readers, and moviegoers because they provide fodder for intricate comic or tragic plots of mistaken identities. And the plots thicken when relatives or friends wrongly swear that a character is someone they most certainly know—but do not! These dangerous doubles can also help reveal a character’s dark or bright side. Those who have seen or wish to meet their doppelgangers or twins may especially relish this subgenre of pretenders.

We cannot omit the avenger. Unlike impostors and doppelgangers, avengers can be quasi or complete do-gooders, perhaps part of the “superhero” set. Avengers are characters often disguised (like impostors) or morphed into stronger versions of themselves. Their goal is to punish or inflict harm in return for an injury or wrong done to themselves or others. They draw swords or lightsabers, shields, and blood in the name of good, not evil. Avengers appear in these selected works: Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo, Faye-Lynn Wu’s Mulan: The Legend of the Woman Warrior, Howard Pyle’s Robin Hood, Johnston McCulley’s Zorro series, Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote, Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Black Panther, Luke Skywalker, etc., etc., etc. (Most have film adaptations.)

Sometimes—but not always—avengers pursue the rich and the greedy. These pretenders might earn or be granted carte blanche permissions that readers or audiences tend to expect and applaud. No wonder fantasy, comics, and pulp literature are replete with avengers and that Hollywood continues calling. Cha-ching! These characters can be powerful, brave role models to help us become our best selves and transform the world into landscapes of peace and justice for all. Avengers make us smile, cheer, and unite when they vanquish the evil forces. Soon, we forgive and forget any vicious acts they committed in the name of their just causes.

For centuries, impostors, doppelgangers, and avengers have appeared in classic crime and mystery literature. But we still might want to remove these pretenders’ masks, check their IDs, and reveal them as criminals for indictment or heroes for laudation. Crime and mystery writers, readers, and film aficionados do just that. The genre seems to preordain it. So please keep the security line moving!

(Graphics credits:  The book covers within my ad and the Zorro image are from creativecommons.org and are in the public domain. The free graveyard image is from Valeria Boltneva on pexels.com.)

“Hoist the Jolly Roger!”

Ahoy, Kids and All Readers!

Yes, I’m still talking like a pirate. And for a good cause: The four detectives and I are busy writing the first draft of The Botanic Hill Detectives Mysteries series Book 7, Macadamia Street: Hidden Skeleton. And we’re having a jolly good time of it, too! Prepare for tales of cutthroat pirates, treasure galore, and pirate culture within a present-day mystery, releasing this fall.

This brings me to the flag–the Jolly Roger–hoisted aloft on some pirate ships toward the end of The Golden Age of Maritime Piracy. This flag still strikes fear into hearts, minds, and souls on sea and land. I incorporated some of its fascinating historical details you’ll want to read into the mystery.

During a lesson guided by the kids’ tutor, Bruce Wilding, the four detectives worked cooperatively to glean much information about the Jolly Roger. Here are highlights from their enthralling presentations:

LEXI–“We think of the Jolly Roger in connection with pirates. Even though The Golden Age of Piracy started around 1650, the Jolly Roger didn’t appear on pirate ships’ masts until around 1700. Vexillologists—scientists who study the history, symbolism, and usage of flags—aren’t certain where the flag’s name Jolly Roger came from. But there are several theories. It could have come from two French words joli rouge [jo-LEE-ROOJ], meaning ‘pretty red.’ The red color could have referred to earlier pirates’ red flags, also called ‘bloody’ flags, flown to warn their victims. Red meant ‘no quarter given’—no mercy for captured enemies. Another theory is that it might have come from the English word Roger, slang for a dishonest person, scoundrel, vagabond, or the devil! And Jolly could have meant that pirates saw themselves as happy-go-lucky. Over time, pirate flags in all colors became known as Jolly Rogers.”

MOKI–“From 1700 to 1730, the Jolly Roger was visible on most pirates’ ships. By then, the flags had a black field with various elements like a white skull and crossbones. Sometimes, images of red hearts, birds, daggers, hourglasses, and blood drops were included. But there wasn’t one standardized Jolly Roger for all ships. Pirate captains usually designed their own to send messages to make their enemies tremble. So, the white and colorful symbols on the black flags could be different. The skull and crossbones remained popular because those on land and sea recognized them as symbols of death.” In the story, Moki goes on to discuss six famous pirates’ unique Jolly Rogers.

RANI–“The flags were decorative, symbolizing ships’ captains and crews. Overall, the flags served important purposes. Pirates flew the Jolly Roger as their first weapon against their enemies. The frightening images flapping in the strong winds on the high seas or as ships entered ports seemed to scream, ‘Beware! We’re coming to get you and your treasures. There’s no hope. Throw down your weapons and surrender!’ A Jolly Roger was like a giant sign spelling out a pirate captain’s name and reputation. That alone could make merchants and other pirates give up without a battle. Not having to fight saved the conquering pirates time, effort, resources, their lives, and a large stockpile of treasure from previous plunders while adding what they just captured.” Rani continues by talking about the risks the pirates incurred by flying the Jolly Roger and the tricks they pulled with the flag.

LANNY–“The Jolly Roger has endured for over 300 years and is now associated with rebellion, adventure, and lawlessness. We see the flag on some clothing, wherever pirates are represented, in movies like Pirates of the Caribbean, and literature like Robert Louis Stevenson’s book Treasure Island. Various countries’ military branches have used it like some British naval submarines during World Wars I and II when returning home from successful missions. In the United States, some naval air squadrons still use the skull and crossbones insignia on their fighter aircraft, and the squadrons are called ‘The Jolly Rogers.’ The only U.S. naval ship authorized to fly the Jolly Roger is the USS Kidd, and the crew is known as the ‘Pirates of the Pacific.’ And some of the Pittsburgh Pirates baseball team’s uniforms still have Jolly Rogers on the sleeves. It isn’t illegal in the United States to fly the Jolly Roger on a personal boat, ship, or building. But you might have to deal with scared people misreading your intentions. The Jolly Roger seems to be in our culture to stay!”

So, go smartly there, all Readers, and get a clue! Do you hoist the Jolly Roger? If so, did you design your own? I hope you are looking forward to the release of Macadamia Street: Hidden Skeleton. As always, thank you for your ongoing support.

(Photo Credits, left to right: Harris Rigorad, Masha Mirra, Nati, and Mateusz Dach on pexels.com)

 

Were Pirates of Yore Literate?

Hello, Kids and all Readers,

You may be wondering why I’m writing about pirates. Perhaps you’re asking, “Who cares if pirates of yore could read and write?”

I do! And I hope you will, too. Here’s why:

As I write Book 7, Macadamia Street: Hidden Skeleton, in my Botanic Hill Detectives Mysteries series, I find that pirates are running rampant across its pages!

My new mystery with a twist of pirate history is set in Penzance, Cornwall. Many of my paternal ancestors were Cornish. I’ve traveled there only once–but not to Penzance. As a result, I’ve had to do extensive research to make my story authentic, interesting, and factual. The English town has a searing, centuries-old history of Barbary pirate raids, plundering, and kidnappings of men, women, and children to support the White slave trade in northern Africa.

My Macadamia Street mystery is centered on a present-day grisly, pirate-related discovery in a country manor house called Crow’s Nest Grange. Beginning in 1723, it became home to the earls of Stowesbury. Now that the tenth and last earl has died without an heir, the Stowesbury line is extinct. The earl has left the estate to his solicitors, Mr. and Mrs. Lamb. While beginning some restorations on their new, extensive property, the Lambs find what could be evidence of a pirate captain’s ship’s log from the early 1700s! That fictional pirate captain was One-Eyed Jack.

Enter the Botanic Hill detectives. They notice the writing on the two tiny paper scraps, possibly from Jack’s ship’s log, shows mostly illustrations but few words. Does that mean Captain One-Eyed Jack couldn’t read or write? The answer is important as it could help unravel more discoveries, questions, intrigue, and mysteries that crop up as the sleuths’ investigation progresses.

And that’s how I became interested in pirates’ literacy!

As you might suspect, some pirates of yore could read while others could not. According to author Rebecca Simon, “literacy rose during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries in England and the North American colonies . . . thanks to the rapid expansion of print on both sides of the Atlantic.”

Since many pirates at that time started their dubious careers as educated, experienced sailors, then privateers–commissioned as legal agents of the British crown to plunder ships at sea–there is reason to believe many pirates were literate. Knowing how to read and write were essential skills onboard ship to keep careful records of weather conditions, navigation, crew members, treasure inventories, supplies, voyages, etc.

In addition, reading and writing were seen as major forms of entertainment then (and, hopefully, still are). Pirates frequented taverns and coffeehouses filled with printed matter to read for fun and enlightenment. And pirates surely liked entertainment!

But missing are nearly all pirate captains’ ships’ logs! Why? The captains themselves may have destroyed them to hide their crimes. Or those who captured and hanged pirates may have wanted to blot out the heinous deeds of the outlaws of the high seas. Sadly, there exists little proof of how literate pirates of yore were.

So, get a clue, readers. I hope you will devise interesting questions that require research. Unexpected mysteries and answers may bubble to the surface. Aargh!

(Photo Credits, left to right: Anthony, Pixabay, Cameron Rainey, and Zeyneb Allshova on pexels.com)

 

The Liberation of Animal Crackers

Hello, Kids and All Readers,

I hope each of you is enjoying a fun, festive holiday season in whatever manner makes you happy!

Do you have any favorite December holiday traditions? I do! Have any inspired you to discover their history? Yes!

When my daughter was a little girl in the 1980s, I always tucked a small wrapped box of Barnum’s Animals Crackers in among her gifts. She was so happy seeing those circus animals decorating the small red, yellow, and white box and came to expect–and receive!–the treat each Christmas. (“Barnum” refers to the nineteenth-century showman and circus entrepreneur, Phineas Taylor “P.T.” Barnum. See image.)

I have continued sending those treats to my grownup girl each December. For many years, I have included four boxes: one apiece for her, my son-in-law, and my two grandchildren.

But have you noticed? The boxes have changed over the past few years! How and why? Please read on to discover the answers.

Becoming the researcher that writing necessitates, I decided to investigate the history of animal crackers and found thirteen interesting facts to share with you:

  • Animal crackers were first imported from England by the United States in the late 1800s.
  • Due to the crackers’ popularity, Stauffer’s Biscuit Company in York, Pennsylvania, started making them domestically in 1871.
  • The National Biscuit Company (Nabisco) began producing them in New Jersey in 1902, and named them “Barnum’s Animals” in honor of the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. The small, circus-themed boxes sold for five cents and showed animals looking through the bars of their circus-wagon cages.
  • That same year, a string was attached to each box’s top so they could be hung on Christmas trees. Those strings are still on today’s boxes with 8,000 miles of it used annually!
  • There have consistently been about twenty-two crackers per small box.
  • In 1948, Nabisco officially changed the treat’s name to “Barnum’s Animals Crackers.”
  • Fifty-three animals have been represented since 1902. The current crackers are the bear, bison, camel, cougar, elephant, giraffe, hippo, hyena, kangaroo, koala, lion, monkey, rhino, seal, sheep, tiger, and zebra.
  • To celebrate its 100th anniversary in 2002, Nabisco held a public contest and added the winning animal–the koala–to the menagerie.
  • Depending on the manufacturer, the crackers come in various flavors including plain vanilla, chocolate graham, cinnamon graham, pink and white-frosted with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate covered, and cotton candy.
  • Nabisco produces more than 40 million boxes of its animal crackers a year for sale in the United States and exports them to seventeen countries worldwide.
  • In addition to US companies and the UK’s Cadbury’s confectionary, animal crackers are produced in Germany and New Zealand.
  • In 2017, the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus ceased operation. So, in 2018, Nabisco responded to requests from PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals), and released new package art displaying the animals liberated from their circus boxcar cages. The beasts now roam freely in natural habitats! (See image.)
  • Animal crackers appear in popular culture, including the 1930 Marx Brothers’ movie, Animal Crackers; and the 2017 film Animal Crackers, where magical animal crackers turn people into the beasts in the boxes.

So, get a clue, my friends. I am pleased that those animals no longer gaze out from behind circus-wagon bars but are free to roam at will! What holiday traditions have captured your interest lately?

Photo Credits: public domain images from wikimedia commons

Heart Unbroken

Dear Kids and All Readers,

As I write this on a sunny, warm Monday afternoon, I think back thirty years ago to Friday, November 11, 1994, one of my darkest, scariest days. Fortunately, I am here to share about it. But I almost wasn’t!

Right about now–3:30 p.m.–back in 1994, I was halfway through a six-hour surgery in my hometown of San Diego, California, where I still live.

A bit of backstory: That summer, I began experiencing shortness of breath and chest pains. My new doctor ordered some tests–bless her heart. Finally! Someone in the medical profession was taking my longtime complaints seriously.

In 1960, when I was seven years old, the pediatrician told my mother that I had a heart murmur. I was the last kid to finish races, and I never had the energy to learn to swim. No one wanted me on their kickball team at school because I was forever exhausted and an easy “tag-out.” I found excuses at recess to stay indoors to read, thus avoiding the playground. I became a great reader (Thank you, Nancy Drew!) but missed a lot of fun, sun, exercising, and socializing.

The 1994 test results came back. The original diagnosis had been wrong! When I heard the news, I was elated that there was a correct diagnosis. Simultaneously, my skin crawled as I learned the truth.

The doctor explained that I had an atrial-septal birth defect, commonly known as a congenital hole in the heart. It was in the wall (septum) between my heart’s two upper chambers (atria). That caused my heart to pump blood erratically. As a result, I had been deprived of sufficient oxygen for decades. No wonder I was always tired and pale! To make matters worse, over time, my heart and lungs had enlarged to dangerous proportions. It was a miracle that I was still alive.

Surgery was necessary if I were to survive to see my thirteen-year-old daughter graduate from high school. What??? But, boy! My doctor, also a mother, knew those were the right words to convince me to check into the hospital ASAP. So, I had my Will and Trust drawn up and tackled some difficult conversations with my young daughter to try to assuage her fears. Then, calming my own tremors, I walked, head held high to feign confidence, into that huge antiseptic-smelling building on what was a cold, drizzly November 11, 1994. I dared the place to take me out!

The lengthy surgery was extended when doctors discovered that the hole in my septum was so large, I had no wall. They made one out of a piece of my pericardium, the fluid-filled sac that surrounds and cushions the heart. After the patch job was completed, I was wheeled off to the ICU, and my family was given a good report. But an hour later, I had a seizure that the medical staff could not explain. Then, a short time later, I had another.

The weekend slipped away as I failed to wake up. On Saturday evening, the doctors told my daughter and other family and friends to prepare for my not making it. And if I did, I would not be the same person they had known. My poor, brave daughter plunked herself down next to my bed in the ICU and refused to leave. All the tubes emanating from my body didn’t scare her away. My mom and aunt went to the hospital chapel to pray. My daughter’s dad, other family, and friends hunkered down for hours in the waiting room.

Then, would you believe it? On Sunday evening, when doctors were looking to my family to make a decision about whether or not to sustain my life, I miraculously woke up! I lifted my head and noticed that over a dozen loved ones surrounded my bed. I frowned and said, “What’s everyone doing here?” The cheers were deafening. I shrugged and went back to sleep, waking up on Monday morning my same self in a regular hospital room, not the ICU. I had lost a weekend, but I had not lost my life.

A team of doctors came in that morning and told me an air bubble or two must have gotten left in one of the heart-lung machine tubes despite their extra efforts to prevent it. That likely caused the seizures. They also said something chilling. Given the extent and duration of my heart problem, I should not have lived past the age of twenty-six or survived childbirth! So why had I accomplished both feats? They said it was because I had done the right things all my life: I exercised as best I could, never smoked, didn’t take recreational drugs, or eat unhealthily. If I had done any one of those things differently, I would not have survived. Yikes.

Months later, I returned to work and told my students my big story. I said that my heart stopped beating for over six hours, but I lived to tell about it! To address their puzzled looks, I explained that the surgeons had to stop my heart and put me on a heart-lung machine to breathe for me since they couldn’t operate on a beating heart. After answering their many questions, my story ended with an important lesson: You never know when you’ll need every ounce of strength and good health you have to keep yourself alive. So always make wise choices! Don’t smoke, take drugs not prescribed by a doctor, or eat too much junk food. And love your family and friends. Good health starts in childhood.

Today, I celebrate my thirty-year-old, normal-sized, unbroken heart and healthy lungs, my resilient daughter, whom I have gotten to see grow up, finish college, marry, and give me two adorable grandkids, the joy of many loved ones and good times, the talented doctors who saved my life, and my ability to swim.

I had my old age in youth. Now, I get to enjoy my childhood.

 

Third’s the Charm

Dear Kids and All Readers,

Victoria Price Sharing About her Father, Horror Actor Vincent Price

I grew up enjoying the inimitable actor Vincent Price being sinister in such horror film classics as House of Wax (1953), House on Haunted Hill (1959), The Tingler (1959), House of Usher (1960), and The Pit and the Pendulum (1961) to name a few. Price fans might also remember his dramatic performances in the movies Laura (1944), Dragonwyck (1946), The Whales of August (1987), and Edward Scissorhands (1990). And I can’t omit his rap in Michael Jackson’s song and video Thriller (1983). Mr. Price’s velvety voice and spooky laugh are indelible. You can watch it HERE on YouTube. It’s approximately 14 minutes long.

What a thrill for me when In the late 1980s, I had the pleasure of attending a special event in my hometown called, “An Evening with Vincent Price.” The audience was invited to ask questions at the end of his presentation. I had a question burning inside me for decades. Now’s my chance! . . . But alas, I was not called on. Strike one.

Fast forward to 2021. I took a Zoom writing class sponsored by Poe Baltimore and taught by Vincent Price’s daughter, Victoria. At the end of class, I told her I had a burning question about her father, but I preferred to ask it privately. She suggested I contact her via Facebook, which I did. I waited . . . and waited . . . but no reply! Strike two.

Then, a few weeks ago on October 5, my Book 5, Jacaranda Street: Gravestone Image, won an Edgar Allan Poe Saturday “Visiter” Award in the “Works Inspired by Poe” category. I was thrilled to be present with my daughter at PoeFest International in Baltimore, Maryland, to accept a medal and beautifully framed certificate!

That evening after the awards ceremony, my daughter, a fellow award nominee and author Steve Boilard (A Dying Wish), and I were exploring the “Poe Death Exhibit” in the Carroll Mansion when who should come into the parlor but Victoria Price! Many of her father’s horror movies were adapted from Poe poems or stories, so Ms.Price is frequently a guest of honor at PoeFest. (In the photo, Victoria Price is flanked by Steve Boilard and me.) I thanked her because . . .

At a movie reception the evening before, Ms. Price finally answered my decades-old burning question: “What special tricks or treats did Vincent Price like to pull on Halloween?” Her face lit up as she said her father used to take her Trick-or-Treating in their Beverly Hills neighborhood (the ultimate chaperone!). Instead of accompanying her to the door, he would hide in the bushes at each house, wait for the next group of candy scavengers, jump out, and scare the daylights out of them! The perfect answer I hoped for. Can you imagine? Lucky kids! Isn’t that the pinnacle of surreal Halloween magic? And for me, no Strike Three, but Third’s the Charm!

So, get a clue, Readers. Don’t give up on those burning questions. Look for opportunities to get them answered, even if it takes decades. At long last, it was for me a thriller. Happy Halloween!