RHYS BOWEN: Mystery writers are not like normal human beings. I woke up this morning thinking “Could I inject cyanide into a tangerine, put it in a bowl of tangerines where it might not be eaten for days, by which time I’d be in another country—perfect alibi?
Then I wondered: would it change the color of the fruit? Have an instant nasty taste so that the person thought that fruit was bad and discarded it. And then… where can I buy cyanide to try this experiment? And what if John ate my experiment by mistake?
This is how mystery writers start their day.
Our thoughts are not your thoughts. And we learn to be open to plot ideas, possible characters, fascinating facts we can use.
We sis in restaurants and observe people at the next table. The way she is digging lines in the tablecloth with her fork indicates she’s really angry with him even though she’s smiling and nodding. Is she planning to use that tangerine?
We overhear phrases that spark whole scenarios. My best one ever was swimming laps next to someone who was carrying on a conversation as they swum. As I approached I heard her say “Of course the gun belt weighs you down.” Whoa. I slowed my pace to theirs.
When a flight is delayed I spend the time observing my fellow passengers. Who looks like the potential terrorist? How easy would it be to switch bags with that little old lady? I could write a whole book based on one airport delay.
So much of mystery writing is serendipity. Clare has told you about the research she is doing for our next Molly book. We thought it would be fun to do a book about new technology, airplanes and motor cars. Then Clare found that the Wright brothers were at a motor race on Long Island at exactly the right time, a race sponsored by Cornelius Vanderbilt and attended by Consuela Vanderbilt, now Duchess of Marlborough, who had left her husband and was secretly meeting a race car driver. And she is Mrs. Belmont’s daughter—Mrs. Belmont whom we used in our last book. A champion of women’s suffrage Bingo. We had a story given to us with all our characters in one place. Thank you New York Times.
I had a great gift a couple of weeks ago in Cornwall. My sister in law had people to coffee including a couple from Scotland. I am currently writing a book set on the Isle of Skye and involving boats. As I chatted with the man it turns out his father worked in the fishing industry as a young man, and put me straight on so many facts. I had an alibi for a crime that the fishing boat was out at sea for three days. Not so, he said. Herring spoil quickly and have to be brought into port overnight. Rats. Rethinking needed. He told me so many interesting things, most of which I can’t use but the story will be more authentic because I know them.
The most interesting: before harbors were built fishermen chose wives with broad shoulders. Why? Because the wife had to carry her husband out to his boat on her shoulders so that he didn’t get wet. If he was out all night in freezing cold hypothermia could set in if he started off in wet clothing. I said I’d choose a thin and delicate little husband!
Now it’s your turn, Reds. What serendipitous fact did you learn that changed a book you were writing?
Fishermen and broad-shouldered wives: Who knew? It never fails to amaze me how much fascinating information one can discover just by reading a book . . . .
ReplyDeleteOr just by trying to write a book!
DeleteRHYS: Oh dear, I definitely do not think/or have nefarious thought like mystery writers. My thoughts of seeing a bowl of tangerines are "which ones looks the yummiest"?! And I do not watch people in restaurants or when I am travelling/stuck at the airport!
ReplyDeleteBecause you are a sweet and nice person, Grace!
DeleteHA HA, maybe that is partly the reason. But frankly, most restaurant goers & airport passengers I saw recently in Taiwan, Hong Kong and Singapore were not speaking English so I just tuned them out!
DeleteI'm right there with you all the way on those thoughts, Rhys! How lucky to meet someone who knew about herrings.
ReplyDeleteYears ago I was pacing the living room thinking out loud while Hugh read on the couch.
Me: I need an idea for a short story.
Him: You could always kill off the boyfriend.
Brilliant! Off I went to write.
Having to rewrite? In A CASE FOR THE LADIES, I'd written Amelia Earhart happily going with lady PI Dot to a speakeasy. Susanna Calkins happened to mention to me that Amelia was a teetotaler because her father had been such a drunk. Uh-oh! The rewrite has Amelia going along but enjoying a lemonade.
That’s a caveat with real people, isn’t it? I tread carefully with my royals!
DeleteI am still chuckling about broad-shouldered wives. Those fishermen, in all their warm gear, had to have been pretty heavy.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever been caught people-watching or have you mastered surreptitious observation? In airports and restaurants, I try not to be too interested in what everyone else is doing.
I’ve been caught pretending to wash my hands while eavesdropping on a conversation in the ladies! Dark stares
DeleteThese days no one will notice you staring. They're all on their phone screens!
DeleteSo totally on board with creating stories about random people in restaurants!
ReplyDeleteIt never occurred to not everyone does this. Until a friend mentioned that fact, one day while we were sitting in a mosque café in Paris, happily creating an extended family story about the kids & adults sitting across the aisle.
How else do we get stories?
DeleteAlas, I do not have broad shoulders so no fisherman for me. I am a people watcher in public spaces and find myself becoming more suspicious of them as I have begun reading more thrillers the past several years. After seeing my husband’s shopping list of two items last week, I am wondering what he is up to. The two items? Saran Wrap and duct tape.
ReplyDeleteI’d be suspicious too!
DeleteOMG Rhys, this is hilarious! what a way to start the day reading and you are spot on about all of it:). thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lucy
DeleteThough a burly Scottish fisherman sounds delightful, I couldn't quite shoulder that relationship. Thanks for the look inside your process!
ReplyDeleteHa ha!
DeleteJust my luck, I would forget which tangerine and I would end up eating it. So, no random poisionings for me. (Or any, of course!)
ReplyDeleteWith a long wait at a train station in Italy, I paid attention to the shoes of the passerby, trying to find some kind of trend. Amazingly, there were almost no duplicates among the throngs of people. I've also found that the best way to eavesdrop is to pretend to be reading something. That's how I heard the most astonishing conversation at the cafe in the British Museum once.
You would be far away with an alibi! And was that Florence?
DeleteI think so!
DeleteNow inquiring minds want to know, Karen!
DeleteI love overheard snippets of conversation. Years ago, I was impatiently waiting in line at our little Post Office while a young woman was venting to the postmistress about her rebellious teenage daughter. I was creating a character who was a teen and was rebellious. Needless to say, I became much more patient as I waited. And eavesdropped. That young woman handed me a complete introductory scene and never knew it!
ReplyDeleteYes. Sometimes we get gifts!
DeleteMy granddaughter says I think bad thoughts! When someone else sees a freshly dug hole for a swimming pool, I see a good place to hide a dead body. If you cross me, I think of ways to kill you for my next book. In fact, I often have murder on my mind! It's a particularly good distraction when you're in the dentist's chair.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who lives in our world thinks that way!
DeleteOne of my greatest fears when I was in the field was that we might stumble across a dead body. Bones, okay--bodies, no! We did however come across surreptitious marijuana patches complete with trip wires once.
ReplyDeleteMore dangerous than a dead body!
DeleteThat is hilarious, Rhys about the tangerines and cyanide. Perhaps that will be in a future mystery novel. Fishermen and broad shouldered wives, who knew? I have eavesdropped on conversations in sign language.
ReplyDeleteIs "overheard" the right word or is it "oversaw" since I watched a visual conversation. And once in a while I lipread and catch snippets of conversations.
Lip reading can be so useful in observing people!
DeleteSpeaking of chance encounters, I was walking with my family somewhere in Los Angeles when this elderly lady talked to us. Turned out it was an actress from the 1940s. I was so fascinated by movies as a child. We once saw James Whitmore at Big Boy's restaurant. I was with friends in SF's Chinatown when I saw the actress from Blossom tv series and later Big Bang Theory. She was with her friends. We happened to be in the same shop and though I recognized her, I did not want to intrude on her time with her friends. I was at the local neighborhood movie theater when I noticed an actress from a German movie standing behind us in line.
ReplyDeleteI think encounters with famous people are not unusual in LA but fun!
DeleteLove the tangerines! Once I was on the Acela from Boston to New York, and the woman in the seat in front of me was talking on her phone, so annoyingly, and so irritatingly, and then I realized she was really specifically organizing the humiliation of a person who worked for her. So I started taking notes like mad, transcribing every word she said. And I a short story about it called “ ALL ABOARD” which entirely takes place on a train. And it was published in a wonderful anthology! So thank you, annoying woman.
ReplyDeleteOh yes. Our most annoying people are great fodder for murderous stories!
DeleteHANK: That was my favorite short story by you. Wonder if you plan to expand that into a novel with the same main character?
DeleteWROTE a short story, that was supposed to say.
ReplyDeleteYES! I have those thoughts (and jot them down in a notebook or on the notes section of my phone.) My husband thinks I'm weird....or maybe he is just concerned....
ReplyDelete100 ways to kill a man?? He might be
DeleteOf course we observe, listen, fit strangers out with the personalities we conjure up! Doesn't everyone?!
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts for today: What plant could grow in an ordinary garden, but when made into jam or tea would be toxic and bring on what looks like an ordinary heart attack? But not immediately. It needs to happen hours later. I see an email to Luci Zahray, aka The Poison Lady, in my future.
ReplyDeleteIn one of my Homefront books, I had what I thought was a brilliantly clever idea for Betty to use the postmark to track where a letter was mailed in her quest to find a missing woman. That was until the postmaster at my local post office said the number under a postmark is from the machine used to meter the mail (usually a Pitney Bowes machine) and is only used to trace the letter to the machine that metered it in case of a problem with the postage - it has nothing to do with where the letter was mailed. Rats. I had to rewrite a couple of scenes to match reality, but I'm still sad I had to abandon what I thought was a clever idea.
Liz, some plants you might check out that produce heart problems are foxglove, lily of the valley and oleander.
DeleteI’m not an author but I love to eavesdrop! And it’s because I’m addicted to reading the stories all of you write! I observe people in train station waiting rooms, airports, trains, planes, the supermarket, the waiting room at the doctor’s office, etc.
ReplyDeleteOn the Port Jefferson Bridgeport Ferry I once overheard a man who was going through a custody battle with his ex-wife talk about how he planned to get the kids away from her. She was in the hospital, recovering from a car crash. It got me to wondering if it was really an accident!
If you’re in a public place and speaking above a whisper, consider your conversation to be public, too!
DebRo
Great story!
DeleteYou know, the turn of the mind is a real thing. I was running errands this morning, and was listening to On Point from NPR (one of my faves.) Meghna Chakrabarti was interviewing a cybersecurity expert about state-sponsored scams and hacking, and one of the things he talked about was the fact North Korea has a whole industry of cyber and IT specialists who apply for western jobs using extremely convincing resumes, etc. Partly, it's a scheme to get their wages into the country to prop up the regime, but another focus is to get in position where they can obtain intelligence, do damage, and so forth.
ReplyDeleteThese coding experts are kept in pretty grim, near-slavery conditions, and I immediately started to think - what if one of them connected with an actual western employee of the same company, and offered counterintelligence in exchange for help defecting?
Alas, that's not really my bailiwick, but I bet Joe Finder could write a real barn-burner with that premise!
Interesting. John is convinced the Chinese are positioning people over here for the same reason
DeleteI was writing THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN and I was doing the research that my character, a New York Historical Society curator, would have done to plan an exhibit on historic NYC fires. I came across the news of B-25 US Army Air forces bomber that accidentally crashed into the north side of the Empire State Building in New York City while flying in thick fog, and what happened to one of the occupants of an elevator in the building that went into free fall from the 80th floor as a result of the crash (she survived!). You bet it went right into the book. (I don't know how anyone wrote crime novels before Google)
ReplyDeleteHow amazing, Hallie! The serendipitous snippets are always the best
DeleteWhat fun, Rhys! We are definitely of like mind. I love to eavesdrop. In fact, I sometimes have trouble focusing on my actual restaurant companions because I'm so busy people-watching. Your tangerine idea is truly diabolical and now I want to know if it would work...
ReplyDeleteWe might experiment ??
DeleteLOL...I am dying. I, too, would look for a thin and delicate husband if I had to haul him in and out of the water. Also, I love to eavesdrop...all in the name of research, naturally.
ReplyDeleteRhys, it sounds like you squeezed a lot out of your trip, kind of like squeezing cyanide from an orange (hehe). What good luck you met up with the man who knew so much about fishing and fishing boats from his father. Often I seem to meet up with someone in different situations (from dropping off a donation to the waitress at my table to the young man explaining my new car to me) and have the longest conversations. If you bother to talk to strangers, you can end up learning the most interesting things about them or life in general. I think my husband is suspicious of me because the first time I went to let the young man (31) tell me about the features of my new Subaru, we were together for two hours in my car. Today, I had to go back about something, and he and I had another two hour conversation. This time we talked about ourselves more. He's a musician who plays with several friends and used to play clubs more than he does now. Now they're looking to get some music produced in the next couple of years, he's going to school to get a degree that has to do with networks and computers (can't remember what it's called), and his wife is a nurse working the night shift for two years so she can go back to days after that and become a supervisor. I find it fascinating finding out about others' lives. I don't really think my husband is suspicious; he just doesn't see the point in talking that long. The thing is that I'm 71 with lots of free time and I've lost the person I most loved to talk to in the world, so talking to others occasionally gets me out of myself and learn new things. And, I so agree that it can be fascinating eavesdropping on a phone conversation or one two people are having when you can hear both sides.
ReplyDeleteOf course you need to talk to people, Kathy. I quite understand. If I were closer we could chat for hours!
DeleteThat would certainly be wonderful. Rhys!
DeletePlease take cyanide off your list of preferred poisons as antifreeze is available everywhere and its sweetness is so effective!
ReplyDeleteNoted!
Deletewhat about eye drops?
DeleteAirports are fertile ground for people watching. At LAX I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who used a walker. Turns out he was a Tuskegee airman. A most fascinating 45 minute wait.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
DeleteThanks again Rhys for your wonderful posts. I really enjoy your ideas, thoughts and personal stories. It gives such insight into your books and characters. Love it.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I am not a writer, I must have read too many Agatha Christie books because I too have a suspicious mind. I always like to listen to conversations at restaurants, imagine, what would happen if this or that guy at the park was really doing something nepharious and what is he up to really.