Showing posts with label Stralsund. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Birth of World of Mirrors

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World of Mirrors is set on the Baltic island of Ruegen in what was then East Germany. It’s June, 1990. The Berlin Wall is down, the 40-year reign of the Communist government is over, and the country has voted to re-unite with West Germany.  This period is called “the year of miracles,” or “the time of the turn.”  

There are no new rules to replace the old rules.  The citizenry is confused.  What will happen to jobs?  To pensions?  To children’s education.  The Stasi, the secret police who spied on everyone in a country where one out of every 30 people was an informer, have tried to melt back into the population.  But have they?  The Soviet navy still sits in the Baltic port of Sassnitz, ready to return home to an uncertain future, maybe even not enough food.  North Vietnamese “guest workers” who were brought to East Germany as little more than indentured servants are clamoring to stay in the West.  Even the dogs that patrolled the wall and the “death strips” no long have a purpose in life and are being adopted by civilians.  Who can you trust?  What can you believe? 

The island, at the end of the road seems like a land that time forgot, unspoiled because the East Germans had little money except for the spies and the military.  Ruegen has hidden harbors, beautiful chalk cliffs, meadows, thatched roof cottages, and “Allee Strasse” where trees arch over the country roads. Many of the beaches are FKK, Frei Korper Kulture, or nude.  There are beautiful but shabby hotels and casinos.  Seamen’s bars where various nationalities congregate.  Is this a great setting for a book or what?

The main character is Zara Gray, a newly-divorced mother who wants to quite her high tech job and find something in hometown Chicago that doesn’t require constant travel.  Her greedy employers insist she take one last assignment, to validate some stolen software in East Germany.  The software is a sophisticated data mining system that is ahead of the curve, even in the West, developed by a New England company and stolen by the marketing manager.  He has hightailed to East Germany where he thought he would be safe, and he was... until the Wall came down.  Zara’s sidekick is T.K. Drummond, a man who she had a short relationship with the previous summer and who has no reason to like her. I’ve assembled an international cast of miscreants who want to seize opportunities as well as the software.

Wait a minute!  Harbors!  Seashore! Islands?  Where are the sailboats?  There is one, a beauty, the Zeesboot, a former working boat used for eeling in shallow waters.  These gaff-rigged schooners are being converted to pleasure boats, and Chuck, the larcenous marketing manager has just had a Zeesboot, The Painted Cow, refurbished.  Much of the action takes place on the boat, in good winds, becalmed seas and fog.

I came to write this book having spent a quick vacation weekend on Ruegen.  When I got home, the island came with me, until I figured out, “there must be a book here.”   I did a lot of reading and we returned for a week the following summer for research and reconnaissance.  There was indeed a book, World of Mirrors. 

The title comes from Marcus Wolf, the former East German spymaster, a paranoid man who didn't trust computers. 


Thursday, January 08, 2009

Pine Needles Underfoot


The main floor of our house is infested with pine needles. We got the tree early, left it up late, and kept it watered, but man, after weeks, that tree was dry, and when it was consigned to the outside it shed needles and more needles as we dragged it kicking and screaming out of the house. The needles are all over everything: rugs, the cats dishes, clothes, everyplace. It's like there was a big pine needle explosion.

Yesterday was a truly miserable day, weather-wise. Temp barely above freezing, raining cats and dogs, slush everywhere, puddles too big for one's personal best broad jump, and we had seven, count-em, seven errands to run, appointments that just couldn't be blown off.

Got home late and had a 1)piggy house and 2) dinner to cook for company. Finally, at six I sat down with a big glass of rum with ice. Just the ticket. I made jambalaya with shrimp and andouille sausage. Lots of spices and hot stuff (Tabasco and cayenne). Zowie! Our noses were running but was it tasty. And enough for tonight, too. I whipped up a batch of apricot bars with apricots from the 'Cot King - Gonzales Orchards in California. http://www.apricotking.com/. Zowsa!

This recipe was the best and I added some grated lemon rind and a soupcon of lemon extract to make it extra yummy. Easy to make, too.

Another overly-busy day today, and what happened to the long, dreary days of winter? Now they're short dreary days, although we had sun today with plenty of black ice this morning to keep the pulse pounding and the legs attempting to balance. May I humbly suggest that Sperry makes good shoes to grip the road, the sidewalk or whatever. The boat deck, too, of course.

Tomorrow, my heart gladdens because I've got a ham bone (see photo) the size of Cincinnati to put into the navy bean soup. Ah, it will be a winter feast. And there is joy because no weight was gained between Thanksgiving and New Year, at least not weight which was not immediately discarded.

I was looking at e-publishers today and got myself into a funk again. Poor old World of Mirrors does not look like it is going to find a "traditional" publisher, and it is such a fun book. I had so wanted to have a book signing at the cute little bookstore in Hiddensee. Maybe one on Ruegen, and another in Stralsund. Merde.

Onward, onward. Through sleet and snow and dead of night and agent queries la la la!

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