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Once again, I must thank those who have written such lovely compliments regarding MPM's books, Margie & Lisa's Website, and, of course, the newsletter. As for those who send bribes -- you really don't have to. Nonetheless your kindness has been...urp...appreciated.
DO NOT SEND REQUESTS TO MARGIE AND LISA'S WEBSITE. Thanks!
"I don't know where you get these melodramatic notions. From some novel, I suppose."
-- Elizabeth Peters, The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog
Are you truly ready for the next journal of the Peabody-Emersons? Well, get ready!
THE FALCON AT THE PORTAL - hardcover
THE APE WHO GUARDS THE BALANCE - paperback
RECORDED BOOKS available NOW - (as narrated by Barbara Rosenblat)
OTHER WORLDS -
While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put.
Anne Tyler, The Accidental Tourist
MPM won't be attending Malice Domestic, the annual convention for mystery lovers held in Washington, DC the end of May. Check "ASR" for updates and additions to this list.
MPM Three years are very important when the parties are 16 and 19 - the difference becomes less important as one gets older. (Trust me on this.) As for Lawrence, I suspect Ramses would consider him something of a poseur.
MPM She does not. Only to the door. I do not intend to discuss Victorian methods of birth control. They make even me cringe.
KDW: Amelia does mention that what she had originally viewed as a disappointment (having just one child) turned out to be a gift from an all-knowing providence -- which should suggest something about their ability to avoid repeated pregnancies.
MPM Jamie let his beard grow back and it turned out to be gray. Having seen himself in the mirror he decided he wasn't cut out to be a romantic hero. These things do happen.
MPM Naturally, I knew a sequel to Summer of the Dragon would have been an instant best seller but, motivated only by the lofty sentiments of literary contribution, I refused to write for such crass purposes.
MPM Right. But have fun....
If Rosa Parks had taken a poll before she sat down in the bus in Montgomery, she'd still be standing.
-- Mary Frances Berry, in Brian Lanker, I Dream a World
As a result of the many letters MPM receives regarding all the series she's not currently writing we've decided to take a poll. Send your answers to the PO box and we'll publish the results in the next newsletter. And, in order to spur your response, MPM promises: I solemnly swear to abide by the results of this poll and write my next book on whichever book YOU, the majority, choose (as long as it's the book I was already planning to write).
Given the fact that MPM can only write one book at a time and that each book takes about a year, would you rather have:
|As all gardeners know, a hobby soon becomes an addiction.
Having prepared a proper setting for the Discobolus, we have embarked upon a proper
approach to the proper setting: a woodland path winding through the meadow, surrounded by
flowering trees and culminating in a forecourt of majestic proportions. (No columns,
though.) To those of you who expressed concern, HE survived the winter without damage and
with no complaints. In fact, he looks better than ever. (Were that possible.)
And now for something completely different. I have been busy at work on the next Amelia, He Shall Thunder in the Sky. (The title is official.) My editor turns pale when I refer to it as the last Amelia, so I won't, because (inshallah) it isn't. However, it is the culmination of an internal quartet (me and Lawrence Durrell) featuring the younger Emersons, which began with Seeing a Large Cat. I have already received a few protests about the miseries I've inflicted on "the children;" if you think I've been cruel and vicious so far, just wait until you read Falcon at the Portal. Rest assured, however, that Thunder will answer all the unanswered questions, solve all the unsolved mysteries, and make (practically) everybody happy.
After that, who knows? Shall I fill in some of the missing years, proceed with the saga through WWI and beyond, or turn to something else? (Yes, I know how you fans of Vicky feel about that.) I would be interested in hearing your opinions.
I am not touring this year. I wish I could, but I can't. I will be making several local appearances in June and July. Only three are definitely scheduled so far. (See publicity above.)
We'll keep Lisa and Margie informed about other appearances, so check the website. Oh, and do visit your local Borders during July for an "Amelia Peabody." I am honored to be their Author of the Month, and part of the program is the serving of a special drink in those stores that have cafes. I don't know what it will be, but you can be sure it won't be whiskey and soda.
RECENT REVIEWS/ INTERVIEWS
Archaeology Magazine March/April 1999 "Murder They Wrote" by Amy Lubelski -- an article about Agatha Christie and other "archaeological" mystery writers.
University of Chicago Magazine February 1999 Interview w/ MPM
Ingram Beyond the Cover (free from local libraries and bookstores) Interview w/ MPM
Waldenbooks Waldenbook Reports (available in June/July) Interview w/ MPM
The collection of letters herein designated "B" are signed by Nefret Forth, as she then was. Since the recipient of them is addressed only as "Dear" or "Darling," the Editor was originally in some doubt as to this individual's identity. She has decided to leave the Reader in doubt as well. Speculation is the spice of life, as Mrs Emerson might say.
--Elizabeth Peters, The Ape Who Guards the Balance
KDW I did mention I have a ten year old boy, didn't I? And a fourteen year old girl. And five cats of my own. And A Dog. (Not The Dog - he is preoccupied taking down calves on a farm in Pennsylvania.) But A Dog who has, among other peculiar habits, a fascination with cats in all their various uses -- currently he is working on a recipe book. Somehow, living with MPM doesn't strike me as cozy. In fact, living with my own family isn't particularly cozy. Surely those with ten year old boys can empathize. Now, if you had used the word Disastrous, while a weak substitute for the true nature of things, you might be closer to the experience that would be enjoyed if MPM and I and my family, and my animals lived together.
KDW MPM has five cats of her own, by the way. And two dogs. And no children at home.
KDW Now, see what you've done? She's in shock.
MPM Laurie's letter really left me open-mouthed. Some of my books have appeared under other titles, but I never wrote a book called The Scroll of Wadi Qumran. If such a title exists, under the Peters name, I'd like to know who published it.
[MSK Interjects: I did a search in Books out of Print (http://www.bowker.com/bop/) for The Scroll of Wadi Qumran, and it lists that as the "original title" for The Dead Sea Cipher. The publisher is listed as "W. Clement Stone, P M A Communications, Inc. Apologies for the interruption and we now return you to your reguarly scheduled newsletter.]
KDW We agree, which reminds me (we try to do this as often as possible) - if your library doesn't have the Recorded Books edition of the Amelias (or any of MPM's books) call (800) 638-1304 for a catalog to rent or buy the books on tapes.
MPM I'm happy to hear that I have cleaned up someone's language. As for Ramses, you ain't seen nothing yet. It's really touching to hear that so many of you care about the lad.
KDW We concur. His "culture" is precisely what has preoccupied us, too.
MPM She sneaks out when I'm not looking. Occasionally we collide.
Margie and Lisa just concluded another competition on ASR, this time for the galleys of The Falcon at the Portal. No complaints, please. Someone has already received the signed bound galley. But you can still enjoy the entries on their website. If you haven't any internet access see if you can get a friend or librarian to print the submissions for you. You don't want to miss them! Actually, you probably don't want to miss the rest of the site either. (They keep updating the site so there's always something new to enjoy and learn about.)
What, exactly, is too much? I've been giving this one a good bit of thought lately. It is hard not to when you see the dispossessed of armed conflict or natural disasters wherever you turn your head. We strive so hard to accumulate and I must ask myself - for what? And at what point do we begin to say "enough". Not being traditional in my desires -- clothes, furniture and so on--I have always felt rather virtuous. I've compared myself to those around me and thought I had my head pretty level. My niece is on shoe pair #168. (It is her personal goal to supplant Imelda Marcos in the Guiness Book of World Records. Personally, I think she might make it since she's only 27. Go, Christa, go!) There's my one sister-in-law who lives for the mall and measures the year by clothing quarters. When the quarter comes due - you go out, purchase an entire closet-full of outfits, gather up the old outfits, and toss them (to the Thrift shop). She's a size six or I 'd head her off at the pass and rifle through her garbage bags. Or how about my mother who was likely the single biggest contributor to the rebirth of the bauern painting tradition in Germany two decades ago. Land, they must miss her. No, that type of acquisitiveness has never interested me. (I won't even start on the Beanie Baby craze that has infected my other sister-in-law.) But me? No, not I. I have never succumbed to such accumulation. Perhaps that is why I am going home tonight to plant over two hundred bushes and shrubs. But they'll be good for the environment! They'll offer nourishment for the birds. Okay, truth be told, I couldn't pass up a deal. I was able to choose ten of each native specimen for the usual price of two. It was like being in a"penny" candy shop when I was a kid. Okay, even then I probably wouldn't have walked out with two hundred items. I might have wanted to but I couldn't have afforded it. So, now have I got enough? I'll let you know when I've dug the 220th hole.
(Since we're all readers out there I'm sure I need not add that books don't even come into any deliberations of excess. Books are not about accumulation; they are about enrichment, expansion, and enlightenment. You should see my extended family's faces when they reckon with my shelves of books. I guess it's all a matter of perspective. Shelves of Beanie Babies.... Shelves of books.... And our perspective is the right one.)
"You," she said, "with long skirts, sweep up and carry home with you samples of all sorts of filth from the streets, and besides you are not modest, for when you must lift your skirts there is always a suggestive display of hosiery, while I come home free from extraneous matter and never have to expose my ankles."
--Adelaide W. Smith quoting Dr. Mary Walker who wore male attire from Reminiscences of an Army Nurse during the Civil War (submitted by Elizabeth Foxwell)