JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Susan McCormick and her Fog Ladies Mysteries are fan favorites here at JRW for a good reason. This time around, she's switching into suspense! In The Room at the End of the Hall, a surgeon winds up at the same the hospital where his alcoholic mother is receiving care. When things start to go very wrong, he begins to suspect his mother - or is it that he's the one mentally slipping away?
As usual, Susan leaves it to you, dear readers, to take a look at the book. She's here to talk about something almost as near and dear to our hearts as crime fiction: pets!
I love
dogs and try to include them wherever I can in my books, big dogs like the
Newfoundlands we have loved, little dogs the size of our Newfoundland’s tongue.
Cats make good characters, too, and the squint of a cat’s eye or the laziness
of his stretch can color a scene without a lot of words.
For my new novel, The Room at the End of the Hall, a mother/son suspenseful mystery, the pet
plays a significant part. Originally I wrote about a cat named Frank, and the
lonely main character poured out his troubles into Frank’s sympathetic ear.
Then I received advice that cats mean cozy, and if I kept the cat, my book
would be forever pegged as a cozy mystery. I love cozies; in fact I write an
entire cozy series, The Fog Ladies, replete with all the requisite cats
and dogs.
But this book is not a cozy. Frank became a tegu lizard, who listens
coolly and offers no support. I knew nothing about lizards, did a lot of
research, and along the way discovered that people have pets even more strange
than a mini T. rex reptile.
Strange
pet #1. Zebra. You may have seen the photograph in the paper this summer with a
forlorn zebra being airlifted in a sack by a helicopter. His owner had had him
less than a day, and the poor zebra, Ed, hightailed it to elsewhere. Ed was
found a week later and returned by air, and at writing, his owner was looking
for a more suitable home. What do you even feed a zebra? What do you do with
him? You can’t ride him. You can’t put him to work pulling a plow. Where are
his friends? Zebras travel in packs, and Ed was probably looking for his when
he took off.
Strange
pet #2. Lion (s), Tiger (s). Roar, a film by Tippi Hendren and Noah
Marshall, began as an idea about lions moving into a house in Africa and
culminated in the couple raising lions and tigers in California to star in the
movie. 400-pound Neil the lion roamed the house and slept in their bed, and one
photo shows five tigers in the bed as well. All told, 150 untrained lions,
tigers, cheetahs, and leopards took part in the filming, which lasted years.
Tippi once required 38 stitches to her neck, and her daughter, Melanie
Griffith, required 50 stitches to her face and almost lost an eye. Not ideal
house pets.
Strange
pet #3. Bear. I can’t talk about lions and tigers without mentioning bears. I
love bears. I could watch bears all day, all week, never leave the bear area.
Mark Dumas felt the same but went one step further and brought the POLAR BEAR
home, a baby from a mother who neglected her and a zoo that could not keep her.
Agee grew into an 800-pound fur ball, grew out of the house and into her own yard,
but still swam in the family pool. Mark Dumas was an animal trainer, so the
photo with his head in Agee’s mouth is apparently safe. Agee died this year at age 30.
Strange
Pet #4. Giant African Millipede. Described by The Spider Shop as “the perfect
starter invertebrate,” these creatures are slow, docile, and quiet. They are
not cuddly. They require a humid terrarium and millipede mulch and can live ten
years. Oh, and when alarmed, they secrete a toxic liquid, HYDROGEN CYANIDE,
enough to irritate the skin but not enough to kill. Unless a murder mystery
writer decided to collect it…
Do you have a strange pet? Or know of one? What’s the strangest pet you’ve seen?
(Note: Some of the pictures are from Pexels. Sadly, no picture of Ed, Neil, or Agee.)
The Room at the End of the Hall When rising star surgeon Michael Baker moves home to care for his estranged alcoholic mother, his life falls apart. One patient dies, another lands in the ICU, he loses his chairmanship, and the new chairwoman takes a nasty tumble on the roof. His mother cries murder, but did her alcohol-addled brain suffer one fall too many? Or… is he the cause?
Susan McCormick is an award-winning writer and doctor who lives in Seattle. She
writes a cozy murder mystery series, The Fog Ladies, and she also wrote Granny Can’t Remember Me, a lighthearted picture book
about Alzheimer’s disease and dementia, and The Antidote, a middle grade
to adult medical fantasy. She is married with two sons, and she loves giant
dogs, the bigger and slobberier the better. However, she will not house any
lions, tigers, bears, or millipedes. You can find her at her website, friend her on Facebook, and follow her on Instagram.
You can find her books and reviews at Goodreads and at Bookbub.
No strange pets here . . . dogs [Golden Retrievers], cats . . . the girls had hamsters [what was I thinking? They were forever escaping from their cages, hiding in dresser drawers, and biting fingers.]
ReplyDeleteI've known people who kept snakes as pets, but it's hard to imagine cuddling up with a snake . . . . .
Congratulations, Susan, on your new book . . . .
That millipede gave me the creeps. Many years ago in Japan a large praying mantis took up residence on the inside of our front window screen, but I wouldn't call her a pet, exactly.
ReplyDeleteI'm a confirmed cat lady. We're down to one these days, a big gentle fellow named Martin. No felines bigger than that in my house!
Congratulations on the new book. Please say more about how/why you decided to make a change in genre.
Don't know of any strange pets. Susan, congrats on your new suspense book release.
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