Cambridge is a town well experienced in repelling would-be boarders. I have never managed to drive directly to any goal in this town, even when I’ve had a GPS, or SatNav as they’re known here. This time I had only some scribbled notes from the map on my new iPad, and although on my second attempt I did spot the road I wanted, I was already past it. Oh well, thinks I, I’ll just turn around somewhere and come back.
An hour later, I found the road again.
Fortunately, once there, I could abandon the car and turn myself over to the insider tracking device of my friend Michelle Spring, who nonchalantly led an unerring way to the store I would have found only after forty minutes of casting about and begging bicycle-mounting students and scurrying shoppers for help.
But find this mythic mirage of a store she did, and we entered the welcoming doors of Heffer’s (now a part of the Blackwells chain, which sensibly kept the name) for their Bodies in the Bookshop event. Sixty three crime writers gathered to sell books and chat with readers and each other, comparing covers, talking about what’s next, catching up on the lives of colleagues we see a whole lot less often than people who work in offices see their colleagues. Just another typical example of the community of crime writers.
Then on Friday I took the tube into London, to drop in and sign books and to meet the writer whose book is the subject of discussion over at the Virtual Book Club this month, China Miėville. I adored The City and The City, and am having a great time with The Kraken, a whole different kind of book but equally stunning in its originality.
The afternoon I treated myself with a quick visit to the Museum of London, one of my very favorite museums, and then over to the Marylebone library, a stone’s throw from 221b Baker Street, which appropriately has a collection of Holmes material. I slanted my talk towards Holmes, although they seemed happy to talk about anything–and to my surprise, nearly half the audience were Americans, on holiday. The librarians were surprised, but pleased that I brought my own audience…
There followed drinks and dinner at the pub around the corner, the Allsop Arms, where the Sherlock Holmes society of London originally met, and remains a place for conviviality.
Another community
Writing a god
The God of the Hive was not the book’s original title. My working title (and I won’t be giving any spoilers in this post, so don’t worry) was The Green Man, but how we got from one to the other makes for a long and complicated explanation that is best boiled down to:
My editor (firmly, in June): The Sales department says “The Green Man” is too New-Agey.
Me (desperately, in September): Are we allowed to use the word “god” in a title?
We were, and we did.
Having settled on a title in a flailing-about, last-ditch, the-spring-catalogue-has-to-go-into-print-tomorrow conversation, I was (once the dust settled and I could sit down to think about it) astonished at how appropriate it was. And evocative. And faintly mysterious.
Because really, just who is the god of this particular hive?
There are two self-proclaimed candidates for the book’s role of divinity, however, I was more interested in the god of the land on which the busy hive was built.
The green man is an ancient figure in Britain, the personification of life as it springs up each year, then dies down again with the cold. He appears on pub signs across the land, he occasionally takes a place in a parade or ceremony, he peeps in and out of literature and myth. His image is a man whose beard is leaves, whose eyes and lips are barely discernable amongst the wild growth that springs from his mouth and nostrils. He is a corn god and a wild god; he is a god-man who draws his life from the very roots of the British Isles. (There is a lot written about him, as you might imagine, most of it as fictional as anything I have written.)
My background is academic theology. I have written religious characters before, from a holy fool to a modern mystic. I had never written a god.
Robert Goodman is that god-man. He is a spirit of vegetation; he is a brother to that representative of chaos, the holy fool; he is a force of nature, and he is the force that directs nature.
He is also a man, with a man’s history, a man’s terrible experiences in wartime, a man’s need to be healed and to make his life anew.
You do not see the moment in which Goodman becomes a god in The God of the Hive. (That moment is described in “Birth of a Green Man,” a story that is not yet formally published, although I may make it available later on.) However, from the moment Goodman appears in the story, it is quite apparent that this man is not of this world, that he exists in a realm so far removed from the inwardly-focused bustle of London and the self-important concerns of the world of espionage, that he has more in common with a hedgehog living by a freeway than he does a figure whose command will shake the earth.
Except that Goodman is a god, and even a small, green, vegetative god has a way of influencing the world in manners at once unexpected, subtle, and subversive.
Peripheral prizes
Want to know more about The God of the Hive? Like, how on earth a person like Robert Goodman came to be? You have a chance to win “Birth of a Green Man,” the illustrated short story about a key moment in Goodman’s history, by sending me the receipt for the book purchased from an independent bookstore.
Mail your receipt to PO Box 1152, Freedom CA 95019, or email it to bees at laurierking.com (substitute @)—either way, I need it by Monday, May 17—and I’ll put your name in a hat to draw from on Wednesday at the God of the Hive Grand Finale event in Scottsdale’s Poisoned Pen Bookstore.
And may the best Indy customer win!
At the other end of the story arc, what about those events referred to in the story, the profound changes the Robert Goodman case threatened to have on Britain’s Intelligence community? The final episode of “A Case in Correspondence” is going up here tomorrow, followed next week by the story in its entirety on the web site. Read, ponder, and ask yourself what effect Mary Russell had on the United Kingdom…
(I find this the fun part of the Web, being able to play the game and share peripheral material about the actual published stories. I hope you agree.)
God of the Hive, day one
Today is publication day for The God of the Hive. More than a year of labor from a lot of people, beginning with the author and going through a dozen departments in Random House, branching through a whole bunch of fabulous and committed volunteers who just love the books, the source of worry and the result of long consultations, legal contracts, business agreements, artistic considerations, excitement and anticipation and pleasure. And now we’re here, the book is on the shelf, and it all boils down to one question: Will people buy it?
This is a book I love and am proud of. I hope you like it, too. I hope you help me celebrate its birth-day.
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And to illustrate how the book world works so long in the future, you can now read an interview about my next story, here.
(Re)Writing God of the Hive IV
The fourth excerpt for The God of the Hive is here. (The book itself is available on April 27.) For those curious about the writing and rewriting process, each excerpt has been followed by a brief explanation of the changes made. As always, I take care to avoid major spoilers, but anyone wishing to preserve the absolute purity of the eventual reading experience should stop now and stick to the excerpts themselves, and perhaps come back to the (Re)Writing posts after reading the book itself. (Click on the images below to enlarge.)
What is now chapter four started out as the latter half of chapter one, but this (as with the chapter showing Holmes and Damian at sea) was divided in favor of a quick introduction to the various characters. When first we saw Russell, she and a child were crossing a hill at dawn. That first chapter showed us Russell and Estelle; set the scene; made reference to her brother-in-law Mycroft (whose Intelligence work will play a major role in The God of the Hive); and touched on the presence of an aeroplane and pilot, waiting ominously in the distance. (A basic rule of crime fiction: Don’t mention a gun if you’re not going to use it.)
Having met the principal players, the machinery of the plot now begins to turn, with Russell maneuvering her way across the island and absorbing the first lessons of surrogate parenting, namely, how to move about with a child in tow. This is only one of the skills she has never before had any particular need for, but Russell’s arms are already becoming accustomed to the child, as the reader begins to accept the presence of this small person in the story.
Which means that when a man turns a gun on the narrator, the reader immediately feels the threat to the child at her side.
All the elements of this chapter move towards this threat: the changed verbs of motion used to describe boarding and leaving the milk cart sharpen the senses, and the tension. The change from (in the original draft) Russell spotting the cart and instantly knowing how to get onto it change, illustrating her hesitation, even fear, due to the presence of Estelle: Russell is afraid of coming into the open.
And when the final line comes, the threat is not simply a man with a gun, it is a man threatening her heart.
The God of the Hive, portion the fourth
The final excerpt of The God of the Hive (only a month to go until pub date!) is up (via the book page), in which Mary Russell hides behind milk canisters, and meets a gun.
Come back here to Mutterings in two days for my comments on the rewrite process of this chapter, and a glimpse of the final stages (click on the photo to enlarge):
(Re)Writing God of the Hive III
The third excerpt for The God of the Hive is here, with more to follow on March 27 (and the book itself April 27.) For those curious about the creative process, each is followed by a post showing scans of the first draft and brief remarks about the rewrite process. I take care to avoid major spoilers, but if you wish to preserve the absolute purity of the eventual reading experience, I suggest you stop now and just stick to the excerpts themselves, and return to the (Re)Writing posts after you’ve read the book in May. (Click on the images below to enlarge.)
The Language of Bees concluded with the three most dreaded words in fiction: To be continued. The book was not in fact unfinished, although the villain did live on—as villains have lived from book to book through generations of detective stories: Moriarty was not the only villain to be “continued.”
We must remember, however, that our villains are the heroes of their own stories. We did not actually see much of Reverend Thomas Brothers in The Language of Bees, but rather caught brief glimpses of his internal life while focusing on the effects he had on others. In The God of the Hive, we need to hear his voice.
It begins with the change in the nameless man’s actions: In the first draft, his first question concerns the identify of his assistant; in the final draft, his concern is all for his great task, the overriding concern of his life.
The first draft is adequate to set the scene: injured man, in hiding, helped by those for whom he has little liking or respect. But the scene is at a remove from Brothers himself, in a way the final version is not. (Click on the pages below to enlarge.)
Here, we smell the air inside the claustrophobic little hut, and follow Brothers’ thoughts as they clear from confused jumble to grim determination. Equally necessary, we get a sense of his overriding preoccupation: the Great Work that has led him to this remote place, made him sacrifice much, and driven him to murder. He is what was then called a monomaniac, what we might now call a sociopath, but to his own mind, his acts and decisions make all the sense in the world. For a book composed of multiple viewpoints to succeed, the reader must be aware of some degree of sympathy with the designated villain: He or she can reject the sympathy, but it has to be available on the page.
To himself, Thomas Brothers is right, powerful, and fully justified in his actions. He is also very much alive, and clearly has no intention of fading away.
Moreover, he has a Friend.
The God of the Hive, part three
A third excerpt of The God of the Hive has gone up, and can be found here via the book page: In which we are reintroduced to the man with several names.
Also, a newsletter is going out today, full of News and Excitement–if you’re one of those who opens it up by Monday night, your name will go into the drawing for a copy of the ARC. Even if you live in Australia or Zanzibar.
Come back to Mutterings the day after tomorrow for my comments on the rewrite process, and a look at the first draft–maybe not quite as untidy as this one. (Click on the photo to enlarge.)
Sparks of pleasure
Yesterday I mailed out three copies of the small “A Venomous Death” to winners from the newsletter list, Goodreads, and Twitter. Three happy people—Elena, Janice, and someone whose name declares they will not make toast—will get a message from Russell in their mailbox this week. One of the side benefits of being a writer is getting to drop a little spark of pleasure into the lives of people I haven’t even met.
Which makes for a seamless segue into the fact that the newsletter goes out Saturday, with another excerpt from The God of the Hive and another ARC given to a reader. A comment on Facebook said:
I’ve just finished the ARC of Laurie R. King’s THE GOD OF THE HIVE, which is both a terrific suspense story and a powerful mythic tale.
Two mentions of LRK-in-person: if you’d like to come hear me talk about Sherlock Holmes with Lee Child, Michael Connelly, Jan Burke, and the ever-fabulous Les Klinger, we’ll be gathered together on the afternoon of March 12 at Left Coast Crime in LA (where I see the weather is given a severe weather alert at 56 and sunny. Horrid weather conditions, I agree.) If you can’t make it for all three days of this great conference, they are selling day passes, here.
And in the Great Pacific Northwest, in a feeble attempt to make up for not appearing there during the May tour, I’ll be reading from The God of the Hive at the Seattle Public Library, 5009 Roosevelt Way NE, at 6:30 on March 8. I’ll also be stopping by the Seattle Mystery Bookstore during the afternoon—if you give them a ring, they’ll tell you when.
Nine lads a-leaping?
Week nine of our Twenty Weeks of Buzz, with two items of interest: first, Saturday the newsletter goes out, we draw a name from those who open it for an ARC of The God of the Hive, and we post excerpt three of the book on the site—the first two excerpts can be seen here.
And, what about some fanfiction? That’s right, it’s time for “Letters of Mary” to sponsor another round of fan fiction, and here’s what they say about it:
Have you ever had the itch to write your own Mary Russell story? Well, we have a contest for that – a fan fiction contest to be more precise.
To enter the contest and receive the guidelines for your story, please join the Mary Russell Fan Fiction Contest yahoo! group
A hint on the prompt – Estelle Adler must appear as a teenager. If that alone doesn’t tempt you, the prizes might: The winner has the choice of a signed copy of “The God Of The Hive” or a copy of the gorgeous broadsheet of the original Russell story “Birth of a Green Man.”
The contest opens today and closes April 11th. Winners will be announced the week of April 29th.
Have to say, the idea of exploring what Sherlock Holmes’ granddaughter might be like as a 16 year-old makes me want to enter the contest myself!