New Fiction to See You Into Spring

Just Out, and Most Talked About:

Goodreads says this is "A tense, page-turning psychological drama about the making and breaking of a family–and a woman whose experience of motherhood is nothing at all what she hoped for–and everything she feared."                                         

  This is a thriller that takes place in the English countryside in a village that has a past to protect...

This sounds like a fun, yet bittersweet novel in the vein of A Man Called Ove and Where You'd Go Bernadette?

The Latest in Historical Fiction:

An expedition of women trek through the Arctic to find a lost team of explorers in 1853--and then, there's a murder trial.                                                                                                      

A mail-order bride arrives in San Francisco to a mystery, a developing relationship and the 1906 earthquake that devastated the city.

It's Kristin Hannah. Set during the Great Depression. No need to know more.

Author of The Aviator's Wife and The Chaperone. Set in 1888 during the freak blizzard that struck the Great Plains.

Get a Little Cultured: 

Goodreads says: Part puzzle, part revenge tale, part ghost story, this kaleidoscopic novel set in Vietnam spins half a century of history and folklore into the story of a missing woman.

I haven't read this yet, but from what I've heard, it sounds like a cross between the movie It's a Beautiful Life and The Kite Runner.

   A new marriage, a crumbling mansion, and a dead aunty that can't let things go.

Currently Reading:

I've been so surprised by this book. I was prepared for this to be historical fiction chick lit fluff, but it is actually so rich and complex, with just the right grounding in the time period.

Author, Radha Vatsal 

On My Nightstand:

            

Watch for This:

Coming in April, a fast-paced survival story where three strangers are thrown together after a devastating earthquake hits L.A.  (sounds very like The Nature of Fragile Things (above)...

It would be interesting to read them back-to-back.)

Let me know if you read any of these. I'd love to know your thoughts! 

The Poisoner's Kitchen

I've been entering local and national writing contests lately. Most have hundreds of entrants, and little hope of winning. But that's okay, because winning isn't my main objective.

These contests have been a great exercise in writing outside my comfort zone. I am a slow writer and the contests have deadlines that are anywhere from a day to two weeks, to a couple months. So I am learning to write faster and without fretting over every word, punctuation, or idea.

Almost all of the contests provide a prompt or theme, which helps stretch my imagination, come up with ideas very quickly, and find new ways of thinking. 

"The Poisoner's Kitchen" arose from a contest where the prompt was given the same day of submission. 

The story had to start in a kitchen in the early morning. The character has to fake a skill where the results turn out much better than expected. 300-400 words.

I meditated upon the prompt while I did the dishes. I wrote a first draft in 2 hours, went over it in my head while I walked the dog and did random housework. I came up with an ending, edited as quickly as I could and sent it off before picking up kids.

It was so gratifying and had a lot of fun writing it. Here it is, in its thus-far, unedited form:

The Poisoner's Kitchen    

Hanging from the low-slung rafters were herbs, like in any kitchen. But here, there were also drying toads and purple-headed flowers.

The girl’s mistress was ailing in bed with something their concoctions had not yet cured. From her bed, she gave the girl instructions to only mix Her Majesty’s infertility tincture, nothing more.

So when the short, round, lady’s maid glided in, looking on her with an imperious gaze, Marguerite should not have taken the leather gloves.

“On a day as hot as it is, I can have them ready and dried just before Vespers,” she told the maid.

“No, I will return at half past None,” the porcine woman said. “And my mistress demands they not to take effect immediately. It must take slow.”

Marguerite wanted to correct the Florentine’s French, but she held her tongue and began at once to think of some other way to get one over on the Florentine lady’s maid upon her return.

Marguerite had never laced gloves before. She knew it was a tricky business, but she had no desire to be sent packing back to the Provencal countryside to care for her drunk uncle and his dirty, lice-ridden brood. Besides, she knew how pitiless and brutal the Italian could be-and how impatient.

As soon as the maid left, she used the small iron tongs to take the digitalis flakes from the waxed paper. Was she to crush and sprinkle it? Or make a liquid attar of it? She made an educated guess and did her best. She even rubbed the gloves with jasmine oil for a pleasing smell, careful all the time never to touch the gloves herself.

She hung them out to dry where the sun beat down.

At half past None she went out to check on the gloves. They still looked dark with dampness in spots. She reached out a hand and felt the glove was just dry enough.

The Serpent Queen’s maid returned to find the girl from the Provencal countryside frothing at the mouth, taking her last gasp.

“Ragazza folle,” she hissed.