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[cover]Mysteries Set in Italy (Primo)
Volume 21, No. 4, Winter 2005-2006

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

  • The Who's Who of Italian Mysteries by Carlo Vennarucci
  • Italy's Favourite Fictional Commissario by Patricia Guy
  • Murder, Italian Style by Stan Izen
  • Murder alla Italiana: One Mystery Group's Experience by Carole Shmurak
  • Claudia Seferius by Colleen Barnett

AUTHOR! AUTHOR!

  • Unlocking a Medieval Italian Mystery by M. E. Cooper
  • "Hail Caesar—and Thanks for the Turnips!" by Lindsey Davis
  • Haunted by Italy by Leslie Forbes
  • Chasing the Etruscans Through Tuscany and Umbria by Lyn Hamilton
  • A Fabulous Clash of Cultures by Maria Hudgins
  • The Essence of Italy by Carmen Iarrera
  • Using Italy by Joseph Kanon
  • "La Serenissima" by Donna Leon
  • Risk and Risotto: Write the Novel or Commit the Fraud? by John Malcolm
  • All Roads Lead to Venice by Beverle Graves Myers
  • Family Plot by Joanne Pence
  • Mancanzano Meets Matera: Truth and Fiction in Sasso by James Sturz
  • Behind the Scenes of Where Vesuvius Sleeps by Carolina Valdez
  • Florence, the City of Flowers by Alana White

COLUMNS

  • Mystery in Retrospect: Reviews by Jamie Agnew, Mary Helen Baker, M. Wayne Cunningham, Carol Harper, Karen Meek
  • In Short: The Italian Connection by Marvin Lachman
  • MRI MAYHEM by Janet A. Rudolph
  • Members in the News
  • Mystery Bookstores and Mail-Order Catalogues
  • Mystery Magazines
  • Mysterious Happenings
  • For Your Information
  • Awards
  • Letters to the Editor
  • From the Editor's Desk by Janet A. Rudolph


"Hail Caesar—and Thanks for the Turnips!"
by Lindsey Davis (London, England)

My brief is to write something "up close and personal"—no chance! For heavens' sake, I am British. I have no truck with that touching, sharing and autobiography-as-therapy nonsense. No doubt I get this from the Romans, for whom both public and private life was vital, but they kept them resolutely discrete. (That is not a spelling mistake; it's a word I learned in the British civil service for the elegant finesses worked by Sir Humphreys before the degeneration into that coarser kind of politics that is nowadays called ‘spin'.)

In Britain, the Romans are our heritage. They gave us roads, towns, heating, baths, democracy, education, engineering, rabbits and turnips—and the lasting suspicion that anything that happened in the sun two thousand miles to the south had to be more fun than what we know up here in the wet and cold. They showed us how to run a decent army and a perfect bureaucracy. They taught us Latin so we could write fearlessly sentences with complicated clauses. They gave us wine. And we gave them a lot less than they thought they were coming to get. Our cold water oysters were better than theirs, but our gold and silver were more meagre than they had been led to believe. Then we trapped them in a situation where they could not politely decamp, because our rampaging Queen Boudicca had come within an ace of throwing them out—and they were macho Italians who then had to stay here to prove a point. I think one of the reasons we keep a sneaky liking for them is that knowledge that we caused them a lot of trouble with our red-haired queen and our druids. We British have a rebellious side that is often overlooked.

When therefore, as a dedicated historical novelist who was desperate to break into being published, I made the then unheard-of choice of writing novels about the ancient world, it may have been with a slightly wicked feeling. I did it specifically because no-one else in Britain at the time was writing about the Romans and I could see that it would be easier just to copy an existing author—any existing author—but I opted to do my own thing. What's more, I was always aware I was tramping in other people's "stuff"; it took a long time to persuade the Italians to let me have the Falco series decently published in Italian.

My first Roman novel, published though not for ten years, was the story of the Emperor Vespasian and his lifelong love Antonia Caenis; apart from the fact that theirs was a cracking good tale, I selected Vespasian precisely because he had been involved in the invasion of Britain, my own country and the place where I stood most chance of being first published. The first Falco novel grew out of that book, and again it deliberately had a plot involving Britain and a long central sequence where my hero had to come here and have a horrible experience. This was the only way I could convince suspicious publishers that there was something in the ancient civilisation they viewed so doubtfully that would appeal to readers. It had the big advantage for me as a writer that I could field the wonderful contrast between the Mediterranean and our world, a subject to which I return regularly just for the hell of it.

Of course the publishers' doubts were ridiculous. What readers want, and they want it very badly indeed, is the other stuff—the stuff in the south. Yes, there will always be a minority who write and ask me to take Falco to their own home town (they forget how rabidly he insults every place he visits outside his beloved Rome). The rest know what's what. They want people sitting outside backstreet restaurants on baking hot days, drinking a flagon of fruity Capanian red while waiting for a dish of peppery fried squid, as a haze of fresh oregano wafts over them and the handsome but cynical waiter quietly doubles the bill. They want alleys where multiple washing lines hide your view of whoever is having the loud raging quarrel and whoever is sneaking up to pick your purse. They want esoteric details like laundry cleaned in human urine and ketchup brewed from fish entrails and sixty-seater public lavatories that have no individual cubicles. They want civilisation—sewers and the Senate—and things we don't call civilised—slaves, gladiators and women rating no legal identity. Some of them want the Christians, and they actually seem to enjoy it when I always have the Christians beaten up.

Above all, they want and need Italian sunlight simmering on Travertine in the long lazy days of Mediterranean summer. A sea so bright and blue you can hardly stare at it to search for the sailing ship that brings a desperately needed cargo, a feared adventure, or an unexpected lover. Life lived at a pitch that matches the bright sun, and—in mysteries, anyway—death as dark as the sudden chilly shade.


Lindsey Davis has eighteen novels, all in print, beginning with The Course of Honour, the love story of the Emperor Vespasian and Antonia Caenis. Her prize-winning series, featuring laid-back 1st century detective Marcus Didius Falco and his partner Helena (plus their friends, relations, pets, and bitter enemy the Chief Spy), has been translated into many languages, and serialised on BBC.


"La Serenissima"
by Donna Leon (Venice, Italy)

I first came to Italy in 1967, escaping from both graduate school and a copywriting job in New York. My family is the usual American mixture: Irish, German, Spanish: no Italian. I arrived speaking only the words and phrases I'd picked on the sea crossing, though once I arrived in Naples and then went on to Rome, I quickly realized that these were people I wanted to listen to and wanted to talk to. And as time passed, wanted to live among.

That took fifteen years to happen, for I kept taking jobs in odd places: Iran, China, Saudi Arabia. Finally, in 1981, after a terrible year in Saudi Arabia, I decided to move to Venice where I had, over the course of years, managed to acquire friends at the level of family. Thus my move was motivated by sentiment, not the rich cultural heritage of the city. The people I'd come to love lived there, and so there was no other choice.

After some months, I found a job teaching English literature for the University of Maryland, which had the contract for university education for the US Armed Forces in Europe. And so I whiled away fifteen years talking to our boys in blue about the changing moral order in the universe of Jane Austen's novels or the unreliable narrator in 20th-century fiction. They might perhaps have resisted Jane Austen, my students, but they knew a lot about changing moral orders, and they'd certainly encountered a large number of unreliable narrators.

In 1989, I had a conversation with the Italian conductor Gabriele Ferro, in which he and his wife talked badly about another conductor. There followed an "escalation," during which we discussed ways to kill him, and it occurred to me that it would be an interesting opening for a crime novel, to find a conductor dead in the dressing room where we were having the conversation.

Fifteen years later, I find myself still writing about the man who went to investigate that original crime, Guido Brunetti. He's Venetian, in middle age, married to a university professor, with whom he has two children, Raffaele and Chiara, both in their teens. He's a thoughtful man, much given to reading and reflection. His preferred authors are the ancient historians, for he feels great sympathy with their lack of illusion about humanity, politics, and society. Because his family has been Venetian for centuries and because he has lived in the city for most of his life, he has access to information that might prove difficult for a non-Venetian to obtain. Because he has a certain gentility and ease with people, they are prone to talk to him and often reveal more than they realize.

He is happily married, a man still in love with a wife who is strong-willed, politically disillusioned and cynical, suspicious of most organizations and theories, and given to verbal excess. Together, they are cultured Europeans, as at home discussing literature or history as they are assuming that life should be beautiful and filled with physical pleasure.

The cases in which Brunetti is involved often take him beyond the single murder or crime and lead him to investigate larger problems: industrial pollution, the traffic in women, the sale of nuclear material, illegal immigration. Other times, he concerns himself with crimes of a more local nature: murder, theft, blackmail. Through all these cases, he continues to lead his life, find pleasure in family friends and food, and consolation in books and conversation. He has few illusions and realizes that the powerful will usually triumph, the weak suffer.


Donna Leon's latest Commissario Brunetti mystery is Blood from a Stone. Her fifteenth novel, Through a Glass Darkly, will be published in April 2006. She is the winner of the CWA Silver Dagger award. While not working on the Brunetti books, she is involved with Alan Curtis in managing his orchestra, Il Complesso Barocco, and in producing a series of recordings of Handel's operas.


From the Editor's Desk
by Janet A. Rudolph (Berkeley, California)

It's fantastico to have an issue on Mysteries set in Italy. If one is great, two are even better, and that's what we're going to have. Once again we received so many articles and reviews that we decided to split this theme into two issues. I know you will enjoy them both. Who doesn't want to immerse oneself in books set in one of the most beautiful and flavorful countries? I know I do. I haven't been back to Italy in over 30 years, and now I know it's time. I spent part of my junior year in college in Florence, City of Flowers—and Great Art and Architecture! It was my first time abroad and quite an awakening. I hope you also will be awakened to the riches of Italy when you read the articles in this issue—and then the mysteries. "Il mistero e rivelato."

I want to thank all the contributors to this wonderful issue—and the companion issue that will be out in March. Be sure and check out Carlo Vennarucci's website www.italian-mysteries.com for more articles, reviews and fascinating tidbits.

Bibliomysteries: Due to some technical glitches—both human and computer — we inadvertently left out some articles and taglines in the last issue. Apologies to all. I especially want to apologize to Verna Suit for omitting her well-researched article. Verna offered the article to Kate Stine for Mystery Scene, and it will appear in an upcoming issue. We do try to include as many articles on topic as possible, but sometimes things happen. We also had to omit several articles. As you know the issue ran to 92 pages. We love receiving all the articles and reviews and as much as we try to include everyone, sometimes we need to make choices. So we had sins of omission. Mea culpa! Hope everyone understands.

MRJ is a not-for-profit publication. We do not take advertising; consequently, we operate on a deficit budget. I do not want to raise the cost of MRJ, even with the rise of postage. I still think there's a place for a quality hardcover magazine like ours, and I endeavor to make it great and affordable. So, if we occasionally make mistakes, please forgive us. I received some not-so-nice comments from authors about the last issue because their articles weren't included. I think of MRJ as a service to mystery readers, and I hope you do, too. Keep the articles, reviews and author! author! essays coming.

New line-up of themes in 2006 and 2007. Volume 22 (2006) : No 1: Mysteries Set in Italy, Part II; No. 2: Murder in the Far East; No. 3: Academic Mysteries; No. 4: The Ethnic Detective. Volume 23 (2007): No. 1: History Mysteries I; No. 2 History Mysteries II; No. 3: Scandinavian Mysteries. We're accepting articles, reviews and author! author! essays now for all issues. Thanks.

Time to renew: If you haven't already renewed your membership/subscription for 2006, you can do go online and use PayPal on our website www.mysteryreaders.org or send a check to: MRI, PO Box 8116, Berkeley, CA 94707. Membership remains $28($40 overseas air) for the 2006 calendar year and includes all four issues of Mystery Readers Journal.

Email addresses: Please send your email address, so I can send announcements. I send about 10 announcements a year, so I won't be flooding your mailbox. Keep abreast of what's happening in MRI and the mystery community.

LCC: The next convention I'll be attending is Left Coast Crime in Bristol, England in March. As one of the organizers of the first LCC, I've watched this convention grow into one of the best. I'm looking forward to its first foray into new territory—the Left Coast of England. Hope to see you there. Great programming planned with wonderful before and after trips such as tea and tour of Bath with Peter Lovesey and a tour of Oxford with Colin Dexter. www.interbridge.com/leftcoastcrime2006/.

At Homes: We've had some wonderful At Homes this past fall. Tony Broadbent charmed us with great stories and adventures. Lee Goldberg, mystery author and TV writer/ producer, regaled us with stories about "the industry." Lee is now doing the Monk tie-in books. First one is just out. We're planning several At Homes this Winter and Spring. At Homes are intimate evenings in my Berkeley home with wonderful touring and local mystery writers.

Personal: I still have some blooming roses in the garden, but I'm getting ready for the January pruning, so I can have a beautiful bounty of spring roses. I've already purchased 6 or so bareroot roses that will bring my total of rose varieties in the garden to about 165. Yikes! That's a lot of pruning. Of course, I don't think you can ever have enough roses. Also bought a few new camellias for winter color. So glad we're fenced from the marauding deer that nestle down just outside the garden gate. Speaking of Gardens, the Garden Mystery issue of Mystery Readers Journal is still available. Volume 20:3. You can purchase it online on our website or for $9/check to MRJ. Other back issues are available.

Recent excellent reads: The Lighthouse by P.D. James; The Lincoln Lawyer by Michael Connelly; Pursuit by Garcia-Roza; Gentleman and Players by Joanna Harris. My local mystery reading group starts up again this winter with "A Bevy of Books by Brits at Bristol"—this in anticipation of the Bristol Left Coast Crime. Many of our group will be going. Toby and Bill Gottfried are Fan Guests of Honor, and Adrian Muller, one of the organizers, has been a frequent member of the group when he used to split his time between Berkeley (CA) and Bristol (UK). If you're interested in the reading list, please let me know, and I'll send you a copy.

So settle down with a cup of caffe or cioccolata calda and enjoy this issue! Viva Italia.

-Janet

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