I’ve always liked bleak stories, and the lyrics to Linda and
Richard Thompson’s Did She Jump or Was She Pushed have been playing in
the back of my mind lately. Provincetown—where I live, and where my current mystery
series takes place—is gearing up for the 400th anniversary of the
arrival of the Mayflower and the signing of the Compact in our harbor, and I’m
contemplating a very real mystery that accompanies the story.
Of course, I’m always poking around history for stories. Nearly
every mystery I write has some sort of historical component, because I’m
fascinated with the idea of secrets. We all keep them: individuals,
communities, groups, countries. And once in a while, the fear of having them
revealed can lead to murder.
History
and place are tightly connected. I suppose I could make up a place and make up
a history to go with it, but why go to all that effort? The truth is, many if
not most places have secrets, have something dark in their pasts, have events
and situations that could very well make for a modern-day mystery. Once in a
while I stop myself and acknowledge, You can’t make this stuff up. If I
tried, it wouldn’t be nearly as good.
Take the first book in my series about Martine LeDuc, PR director
for Montréal, in which four women have been murdered. Martine discovers they
were all looking into the city’s past, when orphans were transferred to a
psychiatric hospital and made the subjects of medical experimentation in collusion
with the CIA’s MK-Ultra program. All the murdered women have a connection to
these historic situations, and were killed to keep someone else’s role from
becoming public. Martine finds herself standing between the killer and his
getting away with it all, and—as any mystery reader knows—that’s not a good
place to be.
You can’t make this stuff up. MK-Ultra even has a Wikipedia
page, for heaven’s sake, but no-one seems to know about it.
And then there’s Sydney Riley, the protagonist in my current series.
She’s the wedding planner for an inn here in Provincetown, but she has a nasty
habit of finding whatever dead bodies happen to show up in this tourist
destination. The most recent book in the series, A Fatal Folly, draws on
the sinking of the very real pirate ship Whydah off Cape Cod—and who wouldn’t
kill for pirate treasure?
Which brings us to 2020 and the question: did she fall or was she
pushed? Most kids learn about the Mayflower in school, but what they don’t
learn about is the absolute danger and misery of the crossing. It took 66 days from
September to November—the worst weather imaginable, with storms and high seas;
everyone was seasick; going up on deck was a dangerous respite from the crowded
conditions below (the Mayflower had taken on the passengers from the leaking
Speedwell and so was significantly overcrowded). All in all, a beastly time was
had by all.
We know about the Mayflower voyage and the first few weeks in the
New World from the diary of one William Bradford, who later became the first
governor of Massachusetts and who came across with his wife, Dorothy May, who
apparently was able to survive the wintry Atlantic crossing perfectly well. The
ship anchored in Provincetown Harbor, the men went off to explore the area, and
Dorothy slipped off the deck and drowned.
Really? She survived the storms, the sleet, the
waves, and once the ship was at anchor in one of the world’s most protected
harbors, she slipped and drowned? Is anyone here thinking? And then sometime in
the 1800s a novelist got hold of the story and posited suicide as the
real cause of her death. Again, really?
Unfortunately, there’s no way to know what actually happened. I’ve
tried, and primary-source documents are few—and mostly biased. I probably won’t
write about it, because when I incorporate history into my novels I want it to
be as accurate as possible, but honestly… did she fall or was she pushed?
And to me, this is the place where being a mystery novelist and
being a human being come together. Not many people outside of Montréal knew of
the Duplessis Orphans, or of WW2’s Operation Fish; I told their story. Not many
people outside of Provincetown knew of the Whydah, or the Portuguese fishermen
and their losses, or of the AIDS deaths here; I tell their stories. History is
as alive as we keep it, and there are so many voices that deserve to be heard.
And if we can weave it all into a captivating mystery… so much the better!
Award-winning
author Jeannette de Beauvoir writes
mystery and historical fiction (or a combination thereof!) that’s been
translated into 12 languages. A Booksense Book-of-the-Year finalist, she’s a
member of the Authors Guild, the Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime,
and the National Writers Union.
All her novels are firmly rooted in a sense of place, and her
delight is to find characters true to the spaces in which they live. She
herself lives and writes in a cottage in Provincetown, on Cape Cod,
Massachusetts, and loves the collection of people who assemble at a place like
land’s end.
The Sydney Riley Provincetown mystery series is in its fifth
installment on with the release of A
Fatal Folly in November. The next
book in the series, The Matinée
Murders, will be coming out in
June 2020.
She also teaches writing courses both
online and onsite.
Fascinating.Given the heavy garments of the era, a drowning accident is a possibility, but now I want to know more. The Sydney Riley series is one of my favorite. Looking forward to The Matinee Murders.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Kait! Yeah, it *is* a possibility, but she wore those same heavy garments throughout the crossing itself, and passengers were often on deck, even in bad weather, due to the crowding and smells below. I'm doing a 1620-2020 book reading group this summer and our first book is Nathanial Philbrick's MAYFLOWER, which truly brings home the danger and squalor of the crossing. If I wrote that into a novel, readers would be up in arms if I suggested she slipped on a fine day at anchor...!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're enjoying Sydney! Thanks for reading!
I've been wondering the same and the question about her death is a great conversation starter on the tours I do in town. It's a good segue into talking about the lack of primary source material from the era and the limited perspective that we have on what actually happened in 1620. I need to reread Philbrick's book before the season starts!
ReplyDelete(You should come to the book group at the library when we discuss the Philbrick book, Rik! May 14th, 6pm.) It *is* frustrating to have so few materials to work with, and I can just imagine what people must ask you!
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely one of Ptown's many mysteries....
Congratulations on your upcoming release! I have a multiple-generation connection to South Chatham and look forward to reading your books.
ReplyDeleteOh, super, Margaret! I'm negotiating doing some onsite writing workshops in Chatham as we speak. The Cape is a great place for any kind of fiction, I think. Have you lived in/visited Chatham? It's so lovely, and so quintessentially Cape Cod!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I grew up on the same beach my father did, and my children as well. During college summers, I worked in a restaurant kitchen in Chatham. I was married on the Cape, and last summer, my daughter was, too.
ReplyDeleteOh, my! Then you know the place well. Come visit Provincetown next time you're here!
ReplyDeleteCape Cod is seeped in history (and mystery) What a great place to set mystery novels with a historic twist.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I love that I'm always learning more about it, stumbling over new (to me, anyway) information.
ReplyDeleteOne day the then-curator at the Provincetown Museum took me down into the storage area to show me a new acquisition—some children's Civil-War era shoes, discovered in the walls of a house on Pleasant Street during renovations. I'd never heard of the practice, and it formed the background to The Deadliest Blessing (which takes place during the Portuguese Festival). You never know where this stuff might come from!
I think it was suicide. She came to the new world expecting something different, and it was different, but not in the way she'd hoped. And maybe Bradford had bad breath.
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ReplyDeleteI think a lot of people believe in the suicide hypothesis. Some think she was missing her son who had remained behind in the Netherlands.
Or the bad breath thing.