So, my new novel “Blythe of the Gates” is out now, and it is different than anything I have ever written. It being my first historical fiction piece, it is also the first time I’ve written anything that features cameos by real, actual, historical people.
It is strange and different to form a character from my my imagination based upon the traits given by historical record to form a living, breathing creature with real immediacy. I am thinking of Aimee Crocker, who makes an appearance in Blythe. A somewhat brief appearance compared to other characters, but she makes an IMPACT, and I’ve really come to love her.
Aimee was a railroad heiress born in 1864 who went on to become a mystic, an intrepid traveler of the “Far East,” lover of boa constrictors, tattoos and pearls. In her life she became prisoner of a Chinese warlord, romanced a Hawaiian king and was gifted an island, and had a “sensual experience” with her snake. Perhaps she was best known as an entertainer’s entertainer, who gave the most extravagant parties in Europe, San Francisco and Bohemian New York. She was famous for a Robinson Crusoe-themed party held in the Paris treetops, a circus-themed party themed party in New York where she arrived on the back of an elephant, and much, much more. She basically used her money to shock and horrify the gentry of her age, and it was fabulous!
I hope only that I did her justice making her into a book character, using these facts plus trying to feel my way into her and the way her presence would be felt to those around her. It was a challenge! Of course, she had already written her own book, an autobiography called, “And I’d Do It Again.” I think it is still in print!
Do yourself a favor and read up on the life and times of Aimee Crocker, you will not regret it!
I have a new novel coming out around the corner called “Blythe of the Gates,” set in 1911 Manhattan. It is my first piece of historical fiction, and I got really really into the time period, it is so rich! The Bohemian counterculture really seemed to preface the one of the 60’s in many ways.
Take figures like Emilie Floge. She was the inspiration behind many of the nearly psychedelic paintings of Gustav Klimt. Probably best known for “The Kiss,” 1907:
Those dresses were inspired by Floge’s fashion designs. She was a turn-of-the-century designer who mostly did mainstream stuff, but was ahead of her time and made free-flowing, vibrant, modernistic dresses that were ahead of their time. Here is a painting Klimt did of her:
She evidently had a sister who was married to Klimt’s brother. The brother died, and Klimt became close to the Floge sisters, especially Emilie.
They look so ahead of their time, it is insane. No one knows if they were lovers or just friends, but they mutually enriched each other’s careers.
And she continues to be of influence today! So the early 1900’s was more than hobble skirts and picture hats. It was a vivid and fertile time in ways I myself never realized.
I’m dying to write more historical fiction and wander down these stray pathways of discovery…
My pal Jenny Drummey, author of the incredible novel “Unrequited,” has a project at her blog called “86 Your Blessed Objects,” at which I made a guest appearance, talking about my blessed objects, a pair of silver Doc Martens from the nineties. read it here!
Today, March 4th, through March 10th (Saturday?) is “Read an Ebook Week” at Smashwords. Go there and pick up “The Brambles” at half price! And check out all the other fabulous reads at Rebel EPress! A great time to load up on Ebooks, either half price or FREE.
This is our cat Vince Noir (named after the Mighty Boosh character.) He’s about the most chill guy ever, and we got him last spring to replace our previous black cat, Nomi, who dies of kidney failure. I never seem to feel right unless I have a black cat. I know others who are the same way. It made me reflect on the nature of black cats, and how depending on the culture, it usually embodies either wickedness and evil, or prosperity and good fortune. Some say a black cat is an embodies reborn soul. In ancient Persia, a black cat is your higher self born into animal form to accompany you on your earthly journey. I think it was mostly Puritan culture that gave these guys a bad rap. Anyway, I think this guy has a wonderful mystique about him, whether he really is a shape shifting jinn or not.
I was a guest at Mandy’s blog, where I answered some questions about The Brambles and the writing process. Thanks for having me, Mandy!
When I was in my early twenties I worked in a bookstore. When I got bored I would sit behind the counter and read the catalogues that publishers would send us. This was how I first became aware of the work of Leo Guild. I ordered his 1976 novel “Street of Ho’s” based on the title alone. I don’t remember the whole plot summary except that it was a murder mystery about hookers.
When it arrived, I wasn’t disappointed. It was a dime store pulp novel with a lurid cover. And the writing style was unlike any I had ever read before. All at once it was weird, gross, but also child-like in its directness. A sample sentence being: “Sheila made him a ham sandwich and they made love while they ate.”
I don’t have my copy anymore. At some point I wrapped it up and gave it to someone as a gag gift, my little brother I think. But recently I thought of it and started to search around for a new copy. It is out of print now and I can’t find a copy for sale anywhere. But I DID end up learning about Leo Guild!
I had assumed that he himself was a pimp or some other denizen of the street, but evidently he when he wrote the book he was a sixty-something white guy, a Hollywood hack who had written books about Hedy Lamarr, Bob Hope, Liberace, and Fatty Arbuckle. From there he made his way to writing blaxploitation books because it was a trend of the day.
Anyway, this article is fascinating reading. And if you are ever in a used bookstore and come across this book or any of his other titles, such as The Black Shrink, Senator’s Whore, How to Make a Dirty Movie, or The Werewolf vs. Vampire Woman, grab them up!