Know What You Write

Know What You Write

Yes, the title is correct.  Rather than “write what you know,” I believe you should know what you write.

I’m a native New Yorker, transplanted to the West Coast.  In my early writing classes I was told, “write what you know.”  What the heck did that mean?  I couldn’t write about Alabama or Vancouver because I wasn’t from there?

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When I was sixteen, I was strolling through Manhattan, minding my own business.  I came across a group of tourists looking up and pointing, shooting pictures at something in the sky.  What was it?  I looked up and realized they were photographing a tall building.  Big deal.  So I walked to the building in question and saw a plaque that read Empire State Building.  Aha.  This was the famous Empire State Building.

I lived in NYC but didn’t even appreciate what was around me.  On the other hand, when I moved to San Diego, I scouted out every attraction, neighborhood, restaurant, park and beach within the first two months.   I knew San Diego better than San Diegans and often surprised them with my knowledge.  My point is that growing up in or living in a place is not necessarily “knowing” a place.

In earlier blogs I talked about the importance of research.  Here is a perfect place for it.  You don’t need to set a story in the place you grew up in (not that there’s anything wrong with that.)  You can set a story anywhere you like, but, and I repeat, but, you must visit that place to make it authentic.

An example from my book, Deadly Provenance:   “They drove on the Avenue de la Grande Armée, right up to and around the Arc de Triomphe, down the Champs Elyseés to the Place de la Concorde with the tall obelisk at its center.  Henri then turned left into a steady stream of traffic on the Rue de Rivoli, made a dizzying series of rights and lefts and wound up on a narrow alley way called Rue des Pretres-Saint-Germain-l’Auxerrois, which Maggie did not even attempt to pronounce.  He pulled the Peugeot onto the sidewalk in front of a tiny building with glass front: Le Relais du Louvre, their hotel.”

I’ve never lived in Paris, but I have visited a number of times.  Can you tell?

If you’re writing about a fictional town, you can have fictional streets and neighborhoods, fictional bars and fictional buildings.  But if you’re writing about a real city, you need to make it authentic, by visiting.  Maps on the Internet can help, but places change, restaurants close, old houses are torn down and replaced by condos.  You must see it first-hand.  This is especially important if you want to appeal to readers who actually live there.  They will call you on your mistakes.

Gettysburg0002A dilemma I encountered when writing about Washington, D.C., during the Civil War, was how did it look back then?  First of all it was called Washington City, an important note that would have bollixed up everything, had I gotten it wrong.  Since I couldn’t transport myself back to Washington City in 1860 (darn), I lucked out when I chanced upon a book called “A Guide to Civil War Washington.”  Thank you author, Stephen M. Forman!  In this little gem were maps of the different areas in the District, including street names and famous attractions like Ford’s Theatre.  Without this book, I would have had to research maps of the time and spent lots of hours at the Library of Congress, if I could get special permission.  Whew.

One caveat about the benefit of actually living in the place you’re writing about is that you will know the “locals” better.  Their habits, peculiarities, popular night spots, and idiosyncrasies of speech.  But this is a post for another time.

For now, “write what you know” is not bad advice.  “Know what you write” might be better.

 

The Road to “Deadly Provenance”

The Road to “Deadly Provenance”

I had an idea for a new mystery.  I was always fascinated by the Holocaust and the horrors of WWII.  As a museum professional, I happened upon a book called “The Lost Museum” by Hector Feliciano.  It’s the story about the systematic plundering of Jewish-owned artwork by the Nazis.  I was hooked.  I read many books to follow, some of which you may be familiar with like “The Rape of Europa” by Lynn Nicholas.

Since my earlier two books are mysteries that take place in the past around real events, but are solved by modern technology, I pondered my new story line.  What about a particular piece of art that was stolen from its Jewish owner, but to this day, has never been seen again?  Add to that a photograph of the said painting that comes to light 70 years later.  Can the painting be authenticated by a photograph?  Now I was doubly hooked.

How do I even begin the research on this book?  I needed a missing painting, a backdrop for the historic story, and some state-of-the-art digital photography thrown into the mix.  I started with the backdrop: France during the German occupation.  The following photos will give you a glimpse into the tour that inspired my book.

My first stop was Normandy because my husband and I were both eager to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the invasion, June 6, 1944.

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Bayeaux TapestryNormandy, however, specifically the town of Bayeux, is also famous for the Bayeux Tapestry.  I knew that the magnificent work had been in jeopardy during the war and was whisked away to the Louvre repository for safekeeping.  It is actually not a tapestry but an embroidered cloth.  Here’s a small section of it.

 

From Normandy, we headed straight for the City of Light, Paris.  In terms of a novel, there were so many possibilities, I cannot even begin to name them.

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The Museum that featured prominently in the looting of art during WWII was the Jeu de Paume, a small, elegant museum of contemporary art, located at the north end of the Tuileries Gardens.  This is a central location for my book.

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I’m omitting photos of the Louvre because it actually doesn’t play a role in my novel.  (Read “The DaVinci Code” for that.)  Since the glass pyramid was constructed, the building entrance looks quite different than it did in the 1940s.

One of the characters in my book is a real person and true heroine: Rose Valland.  Rose was instrumental in keeping track of art confiscated by the Nazis and stored at the Jeu de Paume.  I gave her a fictional niece that helps tell her story.  This niece lives in Avignon, Provence, directly across from the stunning Palais des Papes.

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Next stop on our trip.

Finally, I decided upon the painting I would use: Vincent van Gogh’s Still Life: Vase With Oleanders. 

He is one of my favorite artists.  Vase with Oleanders was an oil on canvas that he did in 1888 in Arles.  He was not at the asylum at Saint-Remy at that time, but we visited anyway.

Vase with OleandersVincent’s painting is still missing today . . . but maybe not forever.