It’s the kind of coincidence that, if I’d put it into a book, nobody would believe.
Picture this: it’s sometime in late 2008, and I’m sitting in front of my
computer, getting ready to start writing the third book in my Do-It-Yourself
mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime, featuring
textile-designer-turned-home-renovator Avery Baker and her boyfriend, hunky
handyman Derek Ellis. (Remember those names. There’ll be a quiz later.)
Each book in the series details the renovation of a decrepit house, and each
book includes a few fresh murders and some sort of history mystery. In book 1,
Fatal Fixer-Upper Avery
inherited
her Aunt Inga’s Second Empire Victorian cottage and hooked up with Derek, the
handyman she hired to help her renovate it. In book 2,
Spackled and Spooked the
two of them bought and renovated their first project together: a low-slung
mid-century brick ranch, rumored to be haunted because of a tragedy that took
place some seventeen or eighteen years ago.
I had already decided that in book 3, Avery and Derek would be taking on the
renovation of an old carriage house at the back of their friend Kate
McGillicutty’s property. They’re broke, since they haven’t sold the house from
book 2 yet, and turning Kate’s carriage house from decrepit garden shed into
romantic retreat for two in time for Kate’s New Year’s Eve wedding to the man of
her dreams, police chief Wayne Rasmussen, would be just the thing to tie them
over. I knew who the murder victim would be--someone from Kate’s past--I knew
who killed him and why, and all that was left was to figure out the historical
connection.
Kate’s house, the Waterfield Inn, is a big 1896 Queen Anne, with turrets and
towers and every Victorian excess imaginable. World War One was looming on the
horizon at that time, and I thought a war story might make for an interesting
tie-in. I hadn’t done one yet, and the timing was right. The quaint and
fictitious town of Waterfield is located on the coast of Maine, and there used
to be a navy base at Elliott, just up the road apiece. And that’s how I came to
be scanning lists of navy casualties during The Great War.
9.7 million military personnel died in WWI. 116,708 of those were Americans.
Quite a few were enlisted in the navy. The names went on forever, and it wasn’t
long before my eyes glazed over as my finger got heavier and heavier on the
mouse and the scroll bar slid down at breakneck speed. Until something jumped
out at me and jerked me out of my stupor.
Yes, it sounds crazy, but it’s the only way I can explain it. Some sort of
almost-subliminal message that my brain picked up, that went by too fast for my
eyes to see clearly. I had to backtrack to look for what I thought I’d seen,
just to be sure I’d really seen it.
And lo, there it was: the kind of coincidence that nobody would believe if it
happened in a book or a movie. I’m not sure I would have believed it myself, if
I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. Yet there was no doubt. On the list of the
fallen was a young fireman third class, from a small town called Chandler,
Texas, by the name of William Avery Ellis.
(You remember those names I told you to remember earlier, don’t you? If not, go
back and read them again.)
If that wasn’t coincidence enough, William had joined the navy on June 3rd 1917.
He died three days later, still on the navy base in Dallas. From strychnine
poisoning.
It’s enough to make any crime writer’s heart beat faster. And I hope I’m not the
only one getting chills.
Unfortunately, those tidbits are all I ever managed to learn about William. He
lived, he died, and that’s all I know. I don’t know who killed him, or why, or
if whoever did it was caught and punished. I don’t think it was an accident,
because other accidental deaths on the same list were noted as such, while this
wasn’t. I’m pretty sure someone killed poor William, but as for why, I have no idea.
In lieu of having the facts, I came up with my own story, rife with adultery,
illegitimacy, murder, betrayal and a bunch of other things. I changed William’s
middle name from Avery to Aaron--the coincidence of Avery Ellis was just too
much, even for me; plus, no one would have believed it--but I used whatever
other details I could. Instead of Chandler, Texas, my William lived on Chandler
Street in Waterfield, and just like the real William, his mother’s name was
Mallessa. I turned him into a relative of Derek’s a few generations back, and
carved his initials in a heart inside Kate’s carriage house. And then I set
Avery on the trail, and sat back to see what she’d find out.
The result is Plaster and
Poison, book 3 in the Do-It-Yourself Home Renovation mysteries. It
was released on March 2nd. If you’re interested in this kind of thing, please
check it out. And if by chance you know anything about William Avery Ellis of
Chandler, Texas, I’d love to hear from you. You can find me here: www.jenniebentley.com
15 comments posted.
That was very interesting and I already have my book on my pile of books to read. I can't wait to read how the mystery gets connected to the crime.
(Dru Ann Love 8:49am March 4, 2010)
I love mysteries with a dose of humor and your sounds great. Thanks for the intro.
(Robin McKay 4:31pm March 4, 2010)
Thanks, everyone! It's a really freaky coincidence, which makes for a very interesting backstory the next time I have to go up front of a group and talk about my books! Don't forget to go enter the drawing for a free copy of the book over on BooksOnTheHouse.com!
(Jennie Bentley 5:35pm March 4, 2010)
I am a native Texan, but don't recall ever hearing about a Chandler, Texas. I am going to check that out. The story sounds very intriguing.
(Gladys Paradowski 6:37pm March 4, 2010)
Wow! What a strange coincidence. I have not read any of your Do-It-Yourself Home Renovation mysteries, but now I have to. They sound great.
(Rosemary Krejsa 8:04pm March 4, 2010)
Thank you, Rosemary and Brenda! Hop on over to booksonthehouse.com and enter the giveaway. Someone has to win, and it might as well be you!
(Jennie Bentley 10:15pm March 4, 2010)
That definitely is chilling. I've never had that kind of experience, but lately I've had several weird things happen to me especially concerning reading. Without conscious thought, at least, I've read 3 books with the word "pursuit" in the title this past year, 2 in one week; 2 books that I read one after the other had characters with the same somewhat obscure profession; and 2 others I read one after the other had almost exactly the same plot line. Not chilling exactly, but still weird. Maybe I've just never been conscious of these coincidences before.
(Sigrun Schulz 12:45pm March 7, 2010)