DEBORAH CROMBIE: What a treat we have today! One (two, actually) of my favorite authors, mother and son writing team CHARLES TODD (Charles and Caroline!) are here with us to talk about their new book featuring WWI battlefield nurse Bess Crawford, THE SHATTERED TREE, out on August 30th. (And what gorgeous cover!)
The Todds are such an inspiration to me. They write TWO terrific books a year, one featuring shell-shocked Scotland Yard detective Ian Rutledge in post WWI England, and the other featuring Bess, a colonel's daughter who joins the British nursing service at the beginning of the war, a time when nice young women did NOT do those things. The books are chock full of research but are so gripping that only later do you realize you've learned history. The Bess books are to me particularly vivid, because they are told in first person and often in the midst of the battlefield action.
Here's what happens in THE SHATTERED TREE:
At
the foot of a tree shattered by shelling and gunfire, stretcher-bearers
find an exhausted officer, shivering with cold and a loss of blood from
several wounds. The soldier is brought to battlefield nurse Bess
Crawford’s aid station, where she stabilizes him and treats his injuries
before he is sent to a rear hospital. The odd thing is, the officer
isn’t British—he’s French. But in a moment of anger and stress, he
shouts at Bess in German.
When Bess reports the incident to
Matron, her superior offers a ready explanation. The soldier is from
Alsace-Lorraine, a province in the west where the tenuous border between
France and Germany has continually shifted through history, most
recently in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870, won by the Germans. But is
the wounded man Alsatian? And if he is, on which side of the war do his
sympathies really lie?
Of course, Matron could be right, but Bess
remains uneasy—and unconvinced. If he was a French soldier, what was he
doing so far from his own lines . . . and so close to where the Germans
are putting up a fierce, last-ditch fight?
When the French officer
disappears in Paris, it’s up to Bess—a soldier’s daughter as well as a
nurse—to find out why, even at the risk of her own life.
I loved this book! It was fascinating to see wartime Paris through Bess's eyes. And of course I was thrilled to have the chance to ask the Todds what inspired them. Here's Caroline to fill us in.
*Why Paris, when Bess was so at home in London and other parts of England?
Paris was where many English officers and a lot of Aussie enlisted men went to recuperate from their wounds, and we really hadn’t done much with it. So this was our chance, and that meant creating a French mystery to use it more thoroughly than an English mystery would have done. And THAT meant a whole bucket full of new research! We found some really fascinating material about the salons and a designer who worked on French Army uniforms, and all sorts of odd tidbits that didn’t fit the book but were fun to discover. You wouldn’t believe some of it. Like a French air ace and his relationship with a French designer.
*She was out of her comfort zone there—without her father’s knowledge and influence, without Simon, and so on. How did you manage that?
That made for very interesting opportunities! We needed some new characters. That meant learning enough about the period in France to draw them well. People who really would have been there, people Bess would have been able to turn to, not just handing her versions of her English background. You’ve done much the same in Cambridge and Cheshire—where your characters are out of their element.
*You bring back a very popular character in Captain Barkley, the American serving with the Canadian forces. How did he fit into this new setting?
He’s there to help Bess—but she doesn’t quite trust him! And he has his own agenda, one part of which is trying to keep Bess safe, and only succeeding in creating problems. Bess has been used to the freedom that being raised wherever the Regiment was sent, and she missed out on many of the more suffocating English views of women carrying over from the Victorians. He wants to make sure she doesn’t run into trouble, he wants to see her rest in bed and take care of her own wound and stay out of trouble, but Bess knows her own mind, and much as she likes the Captain, she just isn’t the sort of woman who is afraid of doing anything a man would disapprove of as “unladylike.” She’s more modern because of her upbringing than many of her contemporaries. And many of the young women who chose to become nurses often faced these ideas of what a well brought up young lady should see or do or know about. When it came to bathing the wounded, most Victorian women had never seen a grown man in his underwear much less stark naked, and for many it was more shocking than the wounds they’d suffered.
*Where does Bess go from here?
(How the devil do I know, we’ve only got a few chapters written!) Ahem. Next year’s Bess, A CASUALTY OF WAR, goes back to the Front as the war draws to a close. And there is a patient from Barbados in the Caribbean, serving as an English officer, who is certain he was shot by another English officer he recognized, although all the Army’s records show that this man was killed in an attack two years before. What really happened there in No Man’s Land during that awful retreat when he was wounded? Is this young officer suffering from shell shock or mentally unstable from the strain of war? He’s a long way from home, and Bess tries to find out just what the truth is.
*How is Rutledge doing?
He’s currently in production for next winter. RACING THE DEVIL starts in France where five English officers who survived the Great War have met in Paris to race each other to Nice. But something goes wrong, and a year later, tragedy appears to have followed them to England.
DEBS: Caroline and Charles will be stopping in to answer questions, and will be giving away a copy of THE SHATTERED TREE to a lucky commenter, so get your oar in!
7 smart and sassy crime fiction writers dish on writing and life. It's The View. With bodies.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
Flying with Babies
DEBORAH CROMBIE: This weekend my daughter and I took my six-month old granddaughter on her first plane flight. We went to Kansas City to visit my oldest childhood friend, and as a nice parallel, my daughter's first flight, at eight months, was to see the same friend, but in Seattle. (Now I'm impressed that I tackled a four-hour-each-way flight with an infant on my own!) Here are Kayti and Wren at breakfast at Love Field in Dallas.
And here she is landing in Kansas City. So stressful!!!
REDS, have you had good experiences flying with children? And what about flying with other people's children? There's a thing going around on the Internet suggesting that parents of infants take goody bags to mollify other passengers, but I think that's a bit much. You shouldn't have to apologize for flying with a baby. I always offer to help, especially if mothers are flying alone with infants and toddlers. A little good will does go a long way, however.
What do you think about the goody bags for other passengers? A fun idea or not?
SUSAN ELIA MACNEAL: I never even thought of goody bags.... Yes, it's hard to travel with a baby/todder, especially when they are sleep-deprived, which seems unavoidable sometimes with travel. But most of my memories are really good, with lovely people stopping to smile and flight attendants giving us special attention (and handing out plastic pilot "wings" and letting Kiddo see the cockpit —after landing, of course).
I remember being held on the tarmac at one point, when Kiddo was about 18 months, and he just screamed and screamed — yes, he was "that baby" — and I remember smiling sheepishly and trying to apologize to those around us. And a woman, a nun, I believe, said, "Well, he's just doing what we all wish we could do. Good for him!"
RHYS BOWEN: I used to be an expert at flying with children. When my four were small I took them to England at least once a year. John was with an airline and we also took them to New Zealand and other parts of the world. Goody bag were a godsend. I made one for each child. Inside were small wrapped gifts and they could open one every half hour. Age appropriate things--crayons and small coloring book, beads to thread, a puzzle, sewing kits, cards, a small book--oh and candy surprises too. They played, they traded. I don't remember any of them acting up on a plane. and I feel so sorry for kids who are just expected to sit there or stare at an iPad for ten hours.
Actually Dominic did have a melt-down once. But that was when we were off-loaded in New York (always traveled standby on a staff ticket) and had to wait a day and a half to get out. Poor kid was eight months old. I ran out of diapers for him. He wasn't on much solid food but had just stopped nursing. He couldn't sleep in a motel bed and he just lost it. I finally was boarded to first class with a screaming infant. The first thing the flight attendant did was to press a glass of champagne into my hand. The engines started and Dominic fell asleep. Bliss.
HALLIE EPHRON: I read the goody-bag article -- the idea is, if YOU HAVE an infant who you are afraid is going to cry and torture your neighbor, deliver a preemptive strike by bringing goody bags (include a set of earplugs) to distribute to your neighbors, make them your 'friend'/sympathetic before your kid erupts.)
We traveled with babies a lot, and most of the time they were fine. It's so much easier now if you have a computer or iPad to entertain them.
We went to Guadaloupe when Naomi, my #2, was almost two. The flight home was delayed, a lot (six hours as I recall). And we were all wiped out when we finally arrived at Logan. Bleary-eyed, we waited for our luggage to show up and somehow missed the fact that Naomi had slipped out of her stroller and taken off all her clothes. We noticed when she started streaking, starkers, up and back through baggage claim screaming MY BODY, MY BODY! She did have a delicious little body.
JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Hallie, I bet you could have, as we like to say, eaten her with a spoon.
I've done plenty of traveling with kids and babies over the years. Once they're old enough to play games or read, it's SO much easier. We flew from Boston to Honolulu when the Smithie was 7 and the Sailor was 6. We got them their first-ever Gameboys for the flight, and a bunch of little-kid-suitable games. Easiest long distance flight ever. We kept on using that trick - in our house, the ONLY time you could play an electronic game was while traveling by car or train or plane.
Ross and I flew from Portland to Cancun with three-month-old Baby Smithie. I know, it was insane, but my father-in-law had a fantastic condo on the beach, and once we got there, we had built-in babysitting. Emphasis on ONCE we got there. We were delayed in Boston, rerouted through Charlotte, and had to wait in the terminal for what felt like hours. Baby Smithie got more and more agitated until we finally sat down in our seats, which was her cue to start wailing. We passed her back and forth, I nursed her, we swaddle wrapped her, change her diaper - everything that was in our meager new-parents arsenal.
Finally, she fell asleep. We landed, with her still asleep, and sat in our seats to let the rest of the plane (whom I was sure loathed all three of us) debark. Amazement! So many people, as they passed, said, "What a good baby," or sympathized with us. Truly an example of the kindness of strangers. Now, as an old hand at parenthood, I always try to acknowledge young parents traveling with their kids. Although I still pray I'm not the one seated by the baby...
HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: So you have heard about, right, the fabulous Jet Blue (I think it was) solution to the baby dilemma? As I heard the story, on one particularly crowded airplane, the flight attendant announced over the PA system something like: We have a lot of babies on this flight. But here's the deal: If four babies cry on this flight, Jet Blue will give every passenger a free ticket anywhere we fly.
So of course, every time a baby cried, people were thrilled and delighted.
Is that not BRILLIANT?
If have no idea of the rest of the story. But I love it! It's all about perception.
Oh--one more hilarious thing. I was on a Southwest flight once--you know how their pre-flight announcements are sometimes funny--and this flight attendant got to the part about the oxygen. He said: "In case of a loss in pressure, oxygen masks will drop from above. First, stop screaming. Then, put the mask over your nose and mouth, and breathe normally. If you are traveling with small children: what were you THINKING? But anyway. cover your own nose and mouth first...."
It was so funny...
DEBS: Hank, we flew Southwest and they were terrific!
LUCY BURDETTE: No, have not flown with children but have taken many long car trips with our kids pre-ipad era where we came close to imploding along the way. The ice and snow storms on the way to Vermont did not lighten the mood. Rhys, I'm so impressed with your planning those bags for four kids!
Of course my parents drove across country with four kids and a German shepherd, and took many smaller trips too. My sister and I would read, or else torture the younger two by "distributing" houses as we passed them, giving ourselves all the nice ones and the other kids an occasional shack. My brother finally melted down one day.
My mother, "oh for goodness sake girls, will you give him a nice house?"
DEBS: I don't think we needed goody bags for the other passengers. Here's Wren enjoying our descent into Dallas on the return flight.
(Although she did have a little melt down once we were on the ground. And I don't blame her. I hate the waiting to de-plane part, too...)
I think this girl is going to be a world-class traveler!
Our seatmates were very nice on both flights, and, honestly, the planes are so loud, and so many people are wearing headphones, that you might only want a goody bag for the person next to the baby.
Rhys, we never did the kind of flying you did, and then with only one child. We took Kayti to England for the first time when she was six, and we packed a goody bag for her just like you did for your kids, with books and puzzles and toys. She weathered the flight better than the grown-ups...
READERS, do you/did you travel with infants? And would you appreciate a goody bag from a traveling parent?
And if anyone suspects that I wanted an excuse to post pics of my adorable granddaughter, I plead guilty...)
Here's Wren enjoying the wait to board (and what grown-ups enjoy this part???)
And here she is landing in Kansas City. So stressful!!!
REDS, have you had good experiences flying with children? And what about flying with other people's children? There's a thing going around on the Internet suggesting that parents of infants take goody bags to mollify other passengers, but I think that's a bit much. You shouldn't have to apologize for flying with a baby. I always offer to help, especially if mothers are flying alone with infants and toddlers. A little good will does go a long way, however.
What do you think about the goody bags for other passengers? A fun idea or not?
SUSAN ELIA MACNEAL: I never even thought of goody bags.... Yes, it's hard to travel with a baby/todder, especially when they are sleep-deprived, which seems unavoidable sometimes with travel. But most of my memories are really good, with lovely people stopping to smile and flight attendants giving us special attention (and handing out plastic pilot "wings" and letting Kiddo see the cockpit —after landing, of course).
I remember being held on the tarmac at one point, when Kiddo was about 18 months, and he just screamed and screamed — yes, he was "that baby" — and I remember smiling sheepishly and trying to apologize to those around us. And a woman, a nun, I believe, said, "Well, he's just doing what we all wish we could do. Good for him!"
RHYS BOWEN: I used to be an expert at flying with children. When my four were small I took them to England at least once a year. John was with an airline and we also took them to New Zealand and other parts of the world. Goody bag were a godsend. I made one for each child. Inside were small wrapped gifts and they could open one every half hour. Age appropriate things--crayons and small coloring book, beads to thread, a puzzle, sewing kits, cards, a small book--oh and candy surprises too. They played, they traded. I don't remember any of them acting up on a plane. and I feel so sorry for kids who are just expected to sit there or stare at an iPad for ten hours.
Actually Dominic did have a melt-down once. But that was when we were off-loaded in New York (always traveled standby on a staff ticket) and had to wait a day and a half to get out. Poor kid was eight months old. I ran out of diapers for him. He wasn't on much solid food but had just stopped nursing. He couldn't sleep in a motel bed and he just lost it. I finally was boarded to first class with a screaming infant. The first thing the flight attendant did was to press a glass of champagne into my hand. The engines started and Dominic fell asleep. Bliss.
HALLIE EPHRON: I read the goody-bag article -- the idea is, if YOU HAVE an infant who you are afraid is going to cry and torture your neighbor, deliver a preemptive strike by bringing goody bags (include a set of earplugs) to distribute to your neighbors, make them your 'friend'/sympathetic before your kid erupts.)
We traveled with babies a lot, and most of the time they were fine. It's so much easier now if you have a computer or iPad to entertain them.
We went to Guadaloupe when Naomi, my #2, was almost two. The flight home was delayed, a lot (six hours as I recall). And we were all wiped out when we finally arrived at Logan. Bleary-eyed, we waited for our luggage to show up and somehow missed the fact that Naomi had slipped out of her stroller and taken off all her clothes. We noticed when she started streaking, starkers, up and back through baggage claim screaming MY BODY, MY BODY! She did have a delicious little body.
JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Hallie, I bet you could have, as we like to say, eaten her with a spoon.
I've done plenty of traveling with kids and babies over the years. Once they're old enough to play games or read, it's SO much easier. We flew from Boston to Honolulu when the Smithie was 7 and the Sailor was 6. We got them their first-ever Gameboys for the flight, and a bunch of little-kid-suitable games. Easiest long distance flight ever. We kept on using that trick - in our house, the ONLY time you could play an electronic game was while traveling by car or train or plane.
Ross and I flew from Portland to Cancun with three-month-old Baby Smithie. I know, it was insane, but my father-in-law had a fantastic condo on the beach, and once we got there, we had built-in babysitting. Emphasis on ONCE we got there. We were delayed in Boston, rerouted through Charlotte, and had to wait in the terminal for what felt like hours. Baby Smithie got more and more agitated until we finally sat down in our seats, which was her cue to start wailing. We passed her back and forth, I nursed her, we swaddle wrapped her, change her diaper - everything that was in our meager new-parents arsenal.
Finally, she fell asleep. We landed, with her still asleep, and sat in our seats to let the rest of the plane (whom I was sure loathed all three of us) debark. Amazement! So many people, as they passed, said, "What a good baby," or sympathized with us. Truly an example of the kindness of strangers. Now, as an old hand at parenthood, I always try to acknowledge young parents traveling with their kids. Although I still pray I'm not the one seated by the baby...
HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: So you have heard about, right, the fabulous Jet Blue (I think it was) solution to the baby dilemma? As I heard the story, on one particularly crowded airplane, the flight attendant announced over the PA system something like: We have a lot of babies on this flight. But here's the deal: If four babies cry on this flight, Jet Blue will give every passenger a free ticket anywhere we fly.
So of course, every time a baby cried, people were thrilled and delighted.
Is that not BRILLIANT?
If have no idea of the rest of the story. But I love it! It's all about perception.
Oh--one more hilarious thing. I was on a Southwest flight once--you know how their pre-flight announcements are sometimes funny--and this flight attendant got to the part about the oxygen. He said: "In case of a loss in pressure, oxygen masks will drop from above. First, stop screaming. Then, put the mask over your nose and mouth, and breathe normally. If you are traveling with small children: what were you THINKING? But anyway. cover your own nose and mouth first...."
It was so funny...
DEBS: Hank, we flew Southwest and they were terrific!
LUCY BURDETTE: No, have not flown with children but have taken many long car trips with our kids pre-ipad era where we came close to imploding along the way. The ice and snow storms on the way to Vermont did not lighten the mood. Rhys, I'm so impressed with your planning those bags for four kids!
Of course my parents drove across country with four kids and a German shepherd, and took many smaller trips too. My sister and I would read, or else torture the younger two by "distributing" houses as we passed them, giving ourselves all the nice ones and the other kids an occasional shack. My brother finally melted down one day.
My mother, "oh for goodness sake girls, will you give him a nice house?"
DEBS: I don't think we needed goody bags for the other passengers. Here's Wren enjoying our descent into Dallas on the return flight.
(Although she did have a little melt down once we were on the ground. And I don't blame her. I hate the waiting to de-plane part, too...)
I think this girl is going to be a world-class traveler!
Our seatmates were very nice on both flights, and, honestly, the planes are so loud, and so many people are wearing headphones, that you might only want a goody bag for the person next to the baby.
Rhys, we never did the kind of flying you did, and then with only one child. We took Kayti to England for the first time when she was six, and we packed a goody bag for her just like you did for your kids, with books and puzzles and toys. She weathered the flight better than the grown-ups...
READERS, do you/did you travel with infants? And would you appreciate a goody bag from a traveling parent?
And if anyone suspects that I wanted an excuse to post pics of my adorable granddaughter, I plead guilty...)
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Fresh Cherry Cobbler with Whipped Cream #recipe
LUCY BURDETTE:
My hub and I are mad for cherries when they are in season, and trust me we've eaten pounds and pounds of them this summer. But we've
never done anything except eat them from the bowl. I couldn't imagine
pitting all those little guys. But then I got the image of a cherry
cobbler in my head, and it would not be denied. (Sadly, I went to the grocery store yesterday and the cherries were GONE FOR THE SEASON! I'm quite certain you can use this same recipe for blueberries or peaches. Back to the story...)
So I went in search of a cherry pitter and found this one on Amazon,
which handles 6 pieces at a time. So it still takes a while (maybe half
an hour) to pit enough for the cobbler, but this time it's worth it. Be
careful because one diner did find a pit in her portion. You don't want
your guests cracking their molars on your dessert! (Recipe has been adapted for low-sodium diets.)
For the cherry filling:
Six cups pitted cherries
2 teaspoons cornstarch
1/2 cup sugar
Half a lemon, squeezed

Place the cherries in an 8 by 8 Pyrex pan, ungreased. Mix in the cornstarch and sugar, and squeeze the lemon over the top.
For the crust:
6 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon no sodium baking powder
1 cup flour
1/2 cup cream or milk
1/2 cup sugar
Combine the dry ingredients and then cut in the chilled butter,
using a pastry cutter. When the lumps are pea-sized, stir in the cream or
milk. Do not over mix. With a large spoon place blobs of the
crust over the prepared cherries. Do not worry about smoothing the
crust or covering every square inch.
Bake at 350 for about 40 minutes. The cherries should be bubbling and
the crust a light brown. Let the cobbler cool a bit and serve with almond-scented
whipped cream.
For the cream:
1 cup organic whipping cream
1/2 teaspoon almond flavoring
1 tablespoon sugar
Whip
the cream with the almond flavoring until thick. And the sugar and stir
that in. Serve with the cobbler and swoon. (This is very rich--serves
6-8.)
It's perfect for celebrations, like the publication of a new book! Or simply reading a great book. Or, for coming up with an outstanding limerick...
Choosing the winners was hard
Who knew our fans were such bards?
When asked to perform
They stepped out of the norm
And these are the four that we starred!
FChurch wins Hallie Ephron's Writing and Selling Your Mystery Novel
Ann in Rochester wins a book from Hank Phillippi Ryan
Deb Romano wins a book from Rhys Bowen
Carla wins a book from Lucy Burdette
Send me your emails and I'll pass them on to the right folks: LucyBurdette at gmail dot com
And thanks to every single one of you for a terrific day!
So I went in search of a cherry pitter and found this one on Amazon,
which handles 6 pieces at a time. So it still takes a while (maybe half
an hour) to pit enough for the cobbler, but this time it's worth it. Be
careful because one diner did find a pit in her portion. You don't want
your guests cracking their molars on your dessert! (Recipe has been adapted for low-sodium diets.)For the cherry filling:
Six cups pitted cherries
2 teaspoons cornstarch
1/2 cup sugar
Half a lemon, squeezed

Place the cherries in an 8 by 8 Pyrex pan, ungreased. Mix in the cornstarch and sugar, and squeeze the lemon over the top.
For the crust:
6 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon no sodium baking powder
1 cup flour
1/2 cup cream or milk
1/2 cup sugar
Combine the dry ingredients and then cut in the chilled butter,
using a pastry cutter. When the lumps are pea-sized, stir in the cream or
milk. Do not over mix. With a large spoon place blobs of the
crust over the prepared cherries. Do not worry about smoothing the
crust or covering every square inch.
Bake at 350 for about 40 minutes. The cherries should be bubbling and
the crust a light brown. Let the cobbler cool a bit and serve with almond-scented
whipped cream.For the cream:
1 cup organic whipping cream
1/2 teaspoon almond flavoring
1 tablespoon sugar
It's perfect for celebrations, like the publication of a new book! Or simply reading a great book. Or, for coming up with an outstanding limerick...
Choosing the winners was hard
Who knew our fans were such bards?
When asked to perform
They stepped out of the norm
And these are the four that we starred!
FChurch wins Hallie Ephron's Writing and Selling Your Mystery Novel
Ann in Rochester wins a book from Hank Phillippi Ryan
Deb Romano wins a book from Rhys Bowen
Carla wins a book from Lucy Burdette
Send me your emails and I'll pass them on to the right folks: LucyBurdette at gmail dot com
And thanks to every single one of you for a terrific day!
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