Lagniappe: From Poem to Screen

 “Who’s on line two? Bob Frost?” 

    “Bobby, how’s it hanging, baby? How’s Vermont? Sap still rising?” “Oh, mending walls, eh? Make sure you get a good contractor. This guy Sophie got on the guest house, he’s a goneph. I swear, I’m pouring money down a rat hole.

 "So what have you got for me, baby? A new poem? Pitch me! Two ears, no waiting.” “Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening? Great title. Says it all. Three teen-age couples, cabin in the woods, axe-murderer, chop, chop, chop, big box office, I can smell the money, these kids can’ get enough of the crap!

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Historical fiction or conspiracy theory?

 

Vincent van Gogh did not commit suicide.

He was murdered.

And I can prove it.

How? By fudging the facts. Creating doubt. Promulgating conspiracy theories.

Historical fiction writers do it every day.

Let’s face it, we’re deep in conspiracy theories these days, and more and more people are latching on to conspiracies to explain the world around them. Conspiracy theories are a growth industry. Unless the market is being manipulated by the Russians, or lizard people, which would explain a lot.

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Interview: Historical Novel Society

A review/ interview with the Historical Novel Society:

 

"Timothy Miller’s second ‘Strange Case’ novel features a witty amalgamation of Sherlockian investigation with historical oddities. The Strange Case of the Dutch Painter (Seventh Street Books, February 2022) revolves around the suicide of Vincent Van Gogh, and throws up some intriguing perspectives on the era, the painter, and the power of art."

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Review: Dreamland

 If you liked Robert Altman’s Gosford Park (and I loved it) chances are you’ll love Nancy Bilyeau’s Dreamland. In both mysteries foreground and background are switched, so that while the bodies pile up in the background, in the foreground are the various tangled relationships among a very wealthy (or perhaps not so wealthy?) family which rivals the Rockefellers for both fame and fortune. But where it differs from Gosford Park is that the action takes place not at a typical country house but at a Coney Island you probably never knew existed circa 1911: when there were three magnificent hotels for the wealthy set right against three magnificent amusement parks for the working man, and where the wealthy can slum and cast off their outward shows and indulge their ids.

It’s this magnificent realization, full of detail, of the two worlds side by side, and the edffect it has on each character that make this a truly exceptional, fully realized novel. Seen through the eyes of an older daughter who already suspects the rottenness of her wealthy life and dares to plunge into the world of Dreamland, one of the three amusement parks, she finds herself in love with and defending the number one suspect of the murders. Either she’ll get him off or be killed herself. This is mystery in the hands of a master of the historical novel. I’ve read Bilyeau’s other novels—this is the one to start with.