Saving the day

I was in my local Bookshop Santa Cruz the other day when the owner came up to me to say, Thank you, for saving our day.  Seems that last Thursday when I went in to sign their copies of “Mary’s Christmas”cover8was the day that Stormageddon descended on Northern California, and hanging around book stores was pretty far down the to-do list of most Santa Cruzians: the store was populated by the staff, and me.  Which meant that their day’s take would have been illustrated by a really deep hole, except for you guys.  All of you who ordered a copy of this pricey little paperback for me to sign?  They filled the order that day, and your dollars saved them from a very ugly little blip to worry their accountant.  So, she thanked me.

And I, in turn, thank you.  For supporting my local bookstore, on a day when it made a lot of difference to them, and to me.

I’m going by there today to sign another stack, feel free to order if you like, from Bookshop or (especially if you’re outside the US) from the Poisoned Pen.

 

Mary Russell’s War (twenty: parting’s eve)

14 December 1914

My commitment to writing a journal entry on the weekly anniversary of the start of War (which began on a Tuesday) is being put aside this week, for it looks as if my usual writing time tomorrow will be taken up with other things. That is because today—a Monday—my issue of the December Strand arrived. I can now leave on the next train east.

I do not, in fact, know why I so badly wanted to wait for this magazine. It is something to read on the train, yes, but more than that, it feels like a last, and rapidly dwindling, series of gifts from my mother. Silly, but true. In any event, I have written to their subscriptions department to inform them of my change of address—giving them the address of the London house for future issues, until matters have been arranged. And if the letter goes down on its Atlantic passage, or is lost in the chaos of wartime London, so be it: I can always buy a replacement copy, once in England.

My grandmother is not yet aware that my time in Boston will be so brief. I find that I am looking forward to this cross-country voyage as a respite from turmoil: on the train, no one will know who I am, what I represent, where I am going. My fellow passengers will no nothing but what I choose to tell them. If I put my hair up, I will even look like a woman rather than a girl. I could make up any sort of identity, and none of the other travellers would be any the wiser.

I shall spend this afternoon with Dr Ginsberg—but not for one of her hypnosis sessions (which, by the way, have not been terribly successful. Rather than restore my memories of the accident, as I had hoped, hypnosis seems to have made them even more distant. Nonetheless, the attempt alone seems to have restored a degree of contentment to my mind. So much so, I wondered briefly whether I should ask the good Doctor if she has manipulated my emotions, implanting a suggestion of happiness…? But I decided that even if that is so, perhaps I do not need to know it, quite yet. I can always write and ask her, later on.) Rather, today is time for our social farewell. She has become my family here (gently, unobtrusively—in comparison with the rather pushy attempts by my friend Flo’s mother!) and I shall, frankly, miss her. I have a gift for her, wrapped in green paper although she does not celebrate Christmas: a small bird sculpture, to go in her collection and perhaps keep company with Mother’s canary.

In the meantime, my big trunk has been locked and taken over to the station. Tickets are purchased, my new clothing is ready to go, my rooms in this temporary home cleared of possessions. I anticipate another argument over the need of a nurse to accompany me—one of many coming arguments over which I shall prevail, through logic and an icy, calm stubbornness.

Another thing I shall miss is the San Francisco Chronicle, with its blend of news and nonsense, petty local concerns beside earth-shaking events. I doubt I will find the London papers so blithely willing to forget War.

ZEPPELIN CRUISER FLEET NEARLY READY FOR RAID

Giant Armed Air Craft to Make Attack on England Soon, Is Report

 

NEW PHASE OF THE HORRORS OF WAR

Many Soldiers Go Mad During Terrific Battles and Suffer Torture.

 

GIRLS THWART BOLD EFFORT AT ROBBERY

DAUGHTERS AS HEROINES

18 and 15 year old daughters coolly faced the revolvers and practically “shooed” them from the house.

In the Faulklands, the cruiser that visited my War Journal back in the summer has finally met her match:

SHORE BATTERIES FIRE 200 SHOTS AT BOATS

German Cruiser Nuernberg Caught and Destroyed by British Warships, and Dresden is Cornered in Magellan.

And in a move of pseudo-sympathy I cannot but feel is typical of those with no stake in the matter:

CARNEGIE OPPOSES WAR TRUCE FOR CHRISTMAS

Declares it Would Be Immoral to Stop Fighting and Then Begin it Again

My British face

I just received the UK cover for Dreaming Spies:

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What do you think? Allison & Busby have done me some gorgeous covers over the years, take a look at them all, here.

Same date as the US edition, by the way, February 17.

Mary’s Christmas, in time for Christmas

 

So, I fought my way through storm and flood and fallen branches (yeah, it is indeed raining here in drought-land, and raining hard—really hard) risking life and limb and wet shoes JUST FOR YOU, making my way to Bookshop Santa Cruz (and back) where I signed a stack of the now-in-print short story,  “Mary’s Christmas”

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that they just got in from the printers. If you haven’t already, you can order one of these signed babies (they really are cute) from Bookshop, here, or from Poisoned Pen in Scottsdale (where they should arrive next week) here.

I hope you enjoy this glimpse of a very young Miss Russell, her varied skills, and a previously unknown (to us) character in her life, Uncle Jake.

(And yes, there are print copies of that other cover, Laurie R. King’s Sherlock Holmes for sale as well: here.)

(Hey! I managed to get this posted before the power went ou

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