Best Non-Fiction – Terry Gould, Murder Without Borders

Best Juvenile – Barbara Haworth-Attard, Haunted

Best Crime Writing in French – Jean Lemieux, Le mort du chemin des Arsene

Best Short Story – Dennis Richard Murphy, "Prisoner in Paradise"

Best Unpublished First Crime Novel – Gloria Ferris, The Corpse Flower

Congratulations to the winners! 

For a description of all short-listed books and short stories, visit http://www.crimewriterscanada.com

Best Crime Novel
Aloha, Candy Hearts by Anthony Bidulka
Arctic Blue Death by R.J. Harlick
Finger's Twist by Lee Lamothe
Death Spiral by James W. Nichol
High Chicago by Howard Shrier

Best First Novel
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
The Cold Light of Mourning by Elizabeth J. Duncan
The Weight of Stones by C.B. Forrest
A Magpie's Smile by Eugene Meese
Darkness at the Stroke of Noon by Dennis Richard Murphy

Best Crime Writing in French
Je compte les morts by Genevieve Lefebvre
Le mort du chemin des Arsène by Jean Lemieux
La faim de la terre by Jean-Jacques Pelletier
Peaux de chagrin by Diane Vincent

Best Non-Fiction
The Fat Mexican: The Bloody rise of the Bandidos Motorcycle Club by Alex Caine
Runaway Devil by Robert Remington and Sherri Zickefoose
The Slasher Killings by Patrick Brode
Post Mortem by Jon Wells
Murder without Borders by Terry Gould

Best Juvenile
Not Suitable for Family Viewing by Vicki Grant.
Haunted by Barbara Haworth-Attard.
Homicide Related by Norah McClintock.
The Hunchback Assignments by Arthur Slade
The Uninvited by Tim Wynne-Jones

Best Unpublished First Crime Novel  (the Unhanged Arthur)
This Cage of Bones by Pam Barnsley
Confined Space by Deryn Collier
The Corpse Flower by Gloria Ferris
A Bait of Pleasure by Blair Hemstock
Putting Them Down by Peter Kirby

Best Short Story
"Backup" by Rick Mofina
"Prisoner in Paradise" by Dennis Richard Murphy
"Nothing is Easy" by James Petrin
"Time Will Tell" by Twist Phelan
"Clowntown Pajamas" by James Powell

Winners will be announced May 27.

Crime Writers of Canada website.

The entire list of articles: 

The Turf and the Gridiron in Detective Fiction by Gary Garner
Adventure Crime-A Wild Niche in Sports Crime by Jessica Simon
Four Legged Champions by M.E. Kemp
Crossword: Win, Place, and Show by Yerna Snit
The Mystery of Sports by Mark Segal
Where the Cameras Can't Follow by Deborah Atkinson
The Dark Side of Sports by Michael Balkind
Training To Write by Rachel Brady
How I Became a Ski Bum at Midlife by Wendy Clinch
How I Became a Biker by Julie Compton
Running the California Coast by Alan Cook
Why Golf? by John Corrigan
Sports and the Mystery of My Improbable Biceps by Diana Deverell
Dreams and Sports by Mary Cnnningham
Dead in the Water by Carola Dunn
The Wide World of Equine Sports by Kit Ehrman
Who Killed the American Baseball Dream? by Robert Elias
A Diehard Cub Fan by Robert Goldsborough
Show Me the Money: A Murderous Sports Connection by Robert Greer
Minnesota Games by Elizabeth Gunn
The Surfing Detective mystery series by Chip Hughes
How Bad Golf Changed My Life by Roberta Isleib
Murder in the Bullpen by N.J. Lindquist
Whowonit? by Peter Lovesey
From Sportswriting to Crimewriting by Brad Parks
Why Write About Sports? by Twist Phelan
Surfing and Detective Work by Neil Plakcy
Any Chance of a Game? by Edward Marston
Chariots and Curses and Crashes, Oh My by Mary Reed
When Sports History Is a Sports Mystery by Linda L. Richards
Bitsy, Baseball, and Life by Vonda Skelton
A Murderous Fastball and a Killer Curve by Eric Stone
A Puckhead Born Susan Swift
When Sports Are Piikia by Mark Troy
Cold Winter Nights Can Be Murder by Anne White
Sports Mysteries and Me by Mark Zubro
Driven by Simon Wood

For Christmas this year, I decided to post three stories of mine.

Two of them were published in 1999 and 2000 in Canadian anthologies: the other has never been published.

Hope you enjoy them.

"The Case of the Sneezing Account: a Manziuk and Ryan Mystery"  - after a timely sneeze saves a young woman's life, Manziuk and Ryan have to find out who is trying to kill her before the assailant strikes again.

"The Day Time Stood Still" - a middle-aged real estate agent  finds something unexpected in a house she has just listed.

"Revenge So Sweet" – after a mother of three discovers her husband has been cheating, she sets out to exact revenge. 

You also might want toread a non-mystery blog I wrote recently called "The Babe of Christmas."

First, thanks for the encouragement. Knowing someone is waiting to read my books really encourages me to keep writing them. 

Secondly, the answer is yes. There will be a third book. And hopefully a fourth…

That's the good news.

The bad news is that the next book isn't written yet.

But the other good news is that it is in the process of being written.

Book 3 has a title – "Opaque Rays."

And it has a setting, characters, and an overall plot. (Yes, I even know whodunit!)

The setting

First, let me explain that each of the Manziuk and Ryan books began with an idea for a setting that crept into my mind and germinated there. The seed for Shaded Light began to grow after a visit to a Japanese garden in Vancouver years before I began writing the book. The seed for Glitter of Diamonds was sown  while I was watching a Blue Jays game at the then Skydome in Toronto (now Rogers Centre). The seed for Opaque Rays was sown somewhere in my many visits with my mother in a nursing home in Markham. 

What happens after the seed is sown is that I usually change the setting quite a bit. The Japanese garden ended up being a much smaller garden set on an estate in Toronto. The Skydome became the mythical Diamond Dome. And the nursing home has become a downtown Toronto condo built to contain a group of seniors on each floor, all living in community.

Most of the members of my particular group have known one another for years, and all were involved in some aspect of the arts. In their retirement, they wanted to control their own destinies, so two of them built the building and designed it to create a self-contained living space on each floor, complete with a live-in staff of four and other daily or weekly staff.

When will Opaque Rays be available? I can't say for sure, but I'm hoping it will be completed by next spring, fall at the latest, always assuming nothing unexpected happens.

But I'm also working on three other books – a fantasy for my granddaughter and a memoir, so no guarantees.

I do plan to post a few short stories here, though – one involving Paul and Jacquie, so do come back.

I’m delighted to announce that the winner was named today, and it’s Hot Apple Cider! I’m sure it had something to do with getting to know 30 authors, and also the variety in this hope-filled book.

Congratulations to everyone who was nominated. And thanks to the CLAO for supporting Canadian authors.

My husband, naturally, was confused.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve lived for 35 years in a house where everyone else is Scandinavian!” I said. “And for all we know, my Scottish ancestors owed more than a few of their genes to the Vikings.”

He continued to look confused.

“True—” I walked around the room, stopping to look at the plaque that says ‘Tack För senast.’ “—my mysteries aren’t set in any of the Scandinavian countries, and my main characters are of Ukrainian and Jamaican ancestry, but surely there’s been some kind of Scandinavian influence on me in all those years!”

He nodded politely, and picked up a Dr. Seuss book to read to Leif.  

And I began the fascinating, never-before-attempted task of trying to analyze the extent of that presumed Scandinavian influences on me and my writing.

My husband’s mother’s parents, Jacob and Agnes Nelson, came to North America from Norway as children. His father’s parents, Peter and Emma Lindquist, came from Sweden. All four eventually ended up in the area of Swift Current, Saskatchewan, where they married, farmed, and raised their families.  

I first met them when I was 21, and married into the family three years later. But in all that time, I’d never once thought about the effect they’ve had on me. Until now. 

Practicality:

Of course, I can’t speak for all Scandinavian people; only the ones I’ve had personal contact with, but what strikes me the most, and what I think has probably had a cumulative effect on me and my writing, is the contrast between their extremely practical, prosaic nature and their high degree of integrity, and their love of fun and frivolous things. I mean, how else do you explain a people who eat both lutsefisk and rosettes? One a plain cod fish, soaked in – yes, lye as a preservative; the other a delightful deep-fried concoction of flour, sugar, and eggs with almond flavouring that has nothing to justify it except its wonderful taste?

The funny thing is, I don’t really associate fiction, including mysteries, with my husband’s family. It’s almost as if they’re too practical for such things. I know there are Scandinavian mystery writers, and I’ve even read some of their books, but for me there’s almost a disconnect. The Scandinavian people I’ve known love to tell stories, but the stories are usually true ones, with only a little exaggeration. There’s a reverence for the past, for the heritage that’s brought them this far, and also a confidence in the future. And most of the stories show their very practical, “If it has to be done, let’s get to it,” philosophy.

Stories – all of them true – leap to my mind….  

My father-in-law loved reading and would have preferred to go to university, but as the only son, he had to take over the farm when his father died. It was poor farming land, and he had to work long hours. And he had limited carpentry skills. With four young children and a house that had to be replaced, my mother-in-law realized they were never going to be able to get a new house built on the farm and they had no money to pay anyone else. So she decided to build the house herself. With a young girl to help with the children, my mother-in-law put walls together on the ground during the day and had her husband help her put them in place in the evening. And slowly but surely, she built a house.

When her third child was born with cerebral palsy, she did everything she could to help him. She even invented a walker so that he could get around more easily.

At the age of 60, she decided it was time she learned to swim, and at 85, she continued to swim laps several times a week into her 80s..

Her sister became a doctor at age 50 after deciding nursing was too restrictive.    

I’ll never forget going over to visit Les’s Norwegian grandparents, then in their late 80s, only to find the two of them alone at the church manse, up on a ladder painting the ceiling to get the house spruced up for the new pastor.

Or Les’s Swedish grandmother, also in her 80’s, determined to keep on crocheting and knitting sweaters and other items for other people even though she could barely see and had to have someone sit beside her reading the instructions.   

And then there’s the story of how their Swedish grandfather actually changed his name after coming to Canada. You see, there were two Peter Peterson’s in Swift Current Saskatchewan, and the mail was getting mixed up. So our Peter Peterson simply changed his name to Lindquist, which means “from the linden tree.” (Apparently there were quite a few linden trees where he grew up.) And he had no more difficulty getting his mail.     

Any time I think I can’t do something, I think about some of these stories and realize I can do anything if I want to enough.
    
Impracticality:

The Scandinavian people I know have a great love for laughter and good food. I have to say that the recipes passed down to me by Les’s grandmothers and mother are, for the most part, quite elaborate, and often require special equipment: a variety of different implements for deep-frying rosettes and timballs, a krumkake iron, lefse grills, molds for kransekake (a totally neat layered cake in the shape of a Christmas tree), special tart pans for sandbakkeles, several types of lefse rollers, etc. etc.

The contract between the practicality and even stoicism on one side and the amount of time and effort the women were willing to spend creating these very elaborate (and very good-tasting), but highly transient delicacies has always amazed me.

Krumkake (crumb cake), for instance, requires a round iron something like a waffle iron except flat. You put a little of the dough in the middle of the sizzling hot iron, then close the iron and flatten the dough. After a minute or so, you carefully take out the flat piece of krumkake and roll it on a special round wooden spindle, then let it cool to make a spiral log-like item. You don’t just make one, but dozens. And trust me, it can keep you hopping! All very time-consuming.   

And I wonder how to explain the two sides—the practical and the impractical—except, perhaps, to say that we all need both. We need the serious moments and we need the frivolous, fun times, too.

And you’re thinking, what has any of this to do with my writing mysteries?

Up until now, I’d have said not much. I’d have said the biggest influences on my style of writing were the books I’d read by Christie, Sayers, Heyer, and the like. But in the past month, I’ve come to realize that a good deal of my interest in people, and what makes them tick, has come, not from the books I’ve read, but from the people I’ve come to know in my extended Scandinavian family. I’ve realized that everyone, and I mean everyone, has a story to tell; that sometimes there are contradictions; and that circumstances affect people, but no more than people affect circumstances.

And I am inordinately pleased that reviewers of my latest book, Glitter of Diamonds, have noted both the humor and the compassion in it. Yes, there is a murder and all that encompasses, but far more important to me than whether people like my writing or not is that we recognize that every person has a story to share, and that every story matters.

To my Scandinavian family, who welcomed me without reservation, “Tack För senast.” (thanks for the hospitality).

You know, my husband has always wanted to travel, but I’ve never had much interest in flying around the world. Fortunately, he’s been able to make some trips through his job, so we’ve both been happy. But I’ve just realized that I’d like to make a trip soon—to Sweden and Norway. Maybe I can even set a book there!

(By the way, I actually missed the deadline for Mystery Reader with this. Ah well…)

There will be a discussion time focused on one book, by a Canadian author, that all participants are to have read prior to the conference.

See the complete list of books.

More details about the conference.

I’m honoured to have two of my books included. And delighted that CLAO has chosen to promote Canadian authors in this way. We’re all winners!

So – what could I use for Shaded Light ? I thought of a light bulb – nope, too easy to break! I thought of sunglasses – way too expensive. I thought of – a lot of different things. But none of them worked. And then it occurred to me – tiny parasols (or if you prefer, umbrellas)!

My top 10 reasons for using parasols to promote Shaded Light

10. Parasols are used to shade you from the light. Get it? Shaded Light. Duh.

9. The murder takes place in a Japanese garden – and the parasols are clearly oriental-looking.

8. There are umbrellas on the patio tables in the book.

7. A lot of drinks are served in the book. Some of them might have had parasols.

6. Since small children love the parasols, you can take them home for your kids so you have something when they ask, "What did you bring me?"

5. You can make yourself a drink, stick the parasol in it, and immediately feel great.

4. I found a really fabulous parasol/umbrella that made me think of mysteries and Shaded Light in particular, and I needed an excuse to use it.

3. If it's really hot, you might use the parasol as a miniature fan to get some breeze going.

2. You can put your heels together and hold the parasol over your head while pretending to be Mary Poppins.

1. You can hold the parasol with one hand and tap dance while warbling "Singing in the Rain."

From my son #3:

"Mom thought we had nothing better to do than to snip the pointy ends off those little sticks!"