7 smart and sassy crime fiction writers dish on writing and life. It's The View. With bodies.
Sunday, March 26, 2023
Bedazzled Book Mascots by Ellen Byron
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
A VERY GAUDY CHRISTMAS (and a Giveaway) by Ellen Byron/Maria DiRico
When our daughter came along in 2000, I decided she would not be deprived of holiday kitsch, so I mapped out a route of nearby homes I could count on for gaudy displays. While our southern California neighborhood of Studio City went for minimalism, I found exactly what I was looking for in nearby Burbank, particularly a home so decoration-heavy it’s been in books and on TV…
Although I have to give the home’s next-door neighbor the award for best holiday decoration of all…
Eliza bowed out of my beloved holiday activity when she became a teenager, so I roamed the streets alone and lonely. Even the house where you could tune in to their private radio station to hear music coordinated with their laser display didn’t cheer me up. And then I came up with an idea. Why not invite a few of my gal pals to join me? I reached out to three neighbors, and they eagerly signed on for the adventure. What a joy it was introducing them to holiday sights none of them had ever seen before. We finished the evening with cocktails at a local bar, adding a boozy period to our exclamation mark celebrating the holidays. Since then, it’s become a tradition for us.
Yes, all white lights. You can take the girl out of Westchester Country, but you can’t take the WC out of the girl. Every year we debate skipping our display, and then a neighbor walks by and asks when the deer will go up on the roof and tells us how much they look forward to it, and my husband pulls out the ladder.
Our house may not make a book or TV show, and we may not offer our own synchronized music station, but to know “the house with the deer on the roof” may be on someone else’s Christmas Outdoor Décor Tour fills me with the spirit of the holidays.
Readers, do you enjoy over-the-top holiday displays? Are there any in your neighborhood? Comment to be entered to win a copy of It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Murder.
SYNOPSIS: Astoria, Queens, is decorated within an inch of its life for the Christmas season, and Mia Carina is juggling her job at the Belle View catering hall with a case of murder . . .
Mia’s busy with a full schedule of events at the family business—among them an over-the-top Nativity-themed first birthday party and a Sweet Sixteen for a teen drama queen. But her personal life is even more challenging. Her estranged mother has returned—and her lifelong friend Jamie has discovered a shocking secret about his past. He’s so angry that he starts hanging out with Lorenzo, who claims to be his long-lost brother—even after it becomes clear that Lorenzo’s story is as fake as a plastic Christmas tree.
Then a body turns up among the elves in a Santa’s-workshop lawn display, and amateur sleuth Mia has a buffet of suspects to choose from. Amid the holiday celebrations, she intends to find out who’s the guilty party . . .
Italian recipes included!Thursday, March 4, 2021
THE COAT THAT HID MY SECRET by Ellen Byron
Jenn McKinlay: As always, I am ever delighted to welcome our dear friend, award winning mystery author, Ellen Byron, to the Jungle Reds and, boy, does she have a story for you. Take it away, Ellen!
Ellen Byron: Before I began writing mysteries, I wrote for TV and film—sitcoms mostly, like Wings and Just Shoot Me, to name a couple you’ve heard of as opposed to the many shows I worked on that died a quick death. I wrote as half of a team, my partner being a friend I made in a sitcom writing class. Eventually we each got married and then segued into parenthood. She had a baby first, a glorious little boy. And we quickly learned that nobody wanted to hire new mothers, even if you had a perfectly great childcare plan in place, like she did. So when I became pregnant, I made a choice I hoped would help us land a new job. I hid my pregnancy. Not for the first trimester, like many do. I hid it for eight months.
I was lucky on one count. As I gained weight, I gained it all over. I wasn’t one of those pregnant women who aside from looking like they swallowed a bowling ball, remained slim. Every part of me puffed out, which allowed me to present as rotund rather than expectant. I went to a thrift store and bought a giant black men’s overcoat that I’d wear to meetings to hide myself from the neck down. We met for a position on Sex and the City when I was at eight and a half months along, and to justify my girth, I blathered on about how excited I was to move back to my hometown of NYC and eat my way through the city. But by that point, my poor coat was busting at the seams. We didn’t get the job.
Attendees to my baby shower were sworn to secrecy. My husband didn’t even tell his coworkers we were expecting. Then preeclampsia put me in hospital and dictated a delivery three weeks before my due date. My husband rushed to the hospital, sharing the news that his wife was about to give birth with his stunned work friends on his way out the door.
A secret shower, a giant coat over a burgeoning belly - my pregnancy was straight out of the sitcoms I wrote for. In my new release, LONG ISLAND ICED TINA, events at a baby shower set the mystery in motion. But I spared the poor mother-to-be in the book my own nutty subterfuge. Still, writing it brought back a lot of memories.
Recently, I took a stab at Marie Kondo-ing a closet and in its farthest reaches I found that old black overcoat. Aside from a few loose buttons, it was in great shape. Debating whether or not to donate it, I asked the classic Kondo question: did the coat give me joy? The answer was yes. Crazy as those eight months of my pregnancy were, they brought me the joy of our daughter —who turned twenty-one two weeks ago.
I kept the coat.
Readers, do you have a piece of clothing that has a special memory attached to it? Comment to be entered to win a copy of LONG ISLAND ICED TINA.
LONG ISLAND ICED TINA SYNOPSIS - KENSINGTON
In the second installment of Maria DiRico's new Catering Hall Mystery series, Mia Carina is back in the borough of Queens, in charge of the family catering hall Belle View Banquet Manor and keeping her nonna company. But some events--like murder at a shower--are not the kind you can schedule...
Mia's newly pregnant friend Nicole plans to hold a shower at Belle View--but Nicole also has to attend one that her competitive (and mysteriously rich) stepmother, Tina, is throwing at the fanciest place in Queens. It's a good chance for Mia to snoop on a competitor, especially since doing a search for "how to run a catering hall" can get you only so far.
Mia tags along at the lavish party, but the ambience suffers at Nicole's Belle View shower when a fight breaks out--and then, oddly, a long-missing and valuable stolen painting is unwrapped by the mom-to-be. Tina is clearly shocked to see it. But not as shocked as Mia is when, soon afterward, she spots the lifeless body of a party guest floating in the marina . . .
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Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Viva Strong Italian Women! by Maria DiRico
Ellen: The relationship between my protagonist and her “nonna” in my new Catering Hall Mysteries is central to the series. This reflects my wonderful luck of having been raised with two strong women as role models – my mother and grandmother, both Italian immigrants. Mom used to sing to me an old Orsognese song that went
"Le donne di Orsogna sono le più belle." Translation: the
women of Orsogna are the prettiest. They're also the smartest,
most resourceful women around, and I and so proud to share
their genes and history.
By the way, "Maria DiRico," my pen name, was Nonna's
maiden name. Viva le donne di Orsogna!
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