Archive for February, 2016

Book Clubs — the more the merrier

In case you missed this post on TheLadyKillers . . .

I never met a book club I didn’t like.

The Past.

I started my first book club when I was teaching physics at a college in Boston. I’d noticed many of my students were reading science fiction: Stranger in a Strange Land (Robert Heinlein), Dune (Frank Herbert), Childhood’s End (Arthur Clarke), More Than Human (Theodore Sturgeon). These books seemed to engage them more than the text for my class: Eisberg’s Fundamentals of Modern Physics.

So I formed a book club to discuss science fiction novels and their relation to physics. I chose books that would illustrate the four forces—gravitational, electromagnetic, weak nuclear, and strong nuclear. Students in other majors joined us as we met informally, one evening a week, in the student lounge. After about 3 years of these regular meetings, I was able to convince the administration that “Physics Through SciFi” was worth academic credit.

Since then, I can’t remember not being in a book club.

The Castro Valley Library Mystery Book Club c. 2015

The Present

Currently, I’m involved in two clubs. One is a nonfiction group that has been meeting since the early nineties. When two members moved to Houston, we set up a laptop dedicated to Skyping them in. I’ve read books I never would have chosen if it weren’t for this group—for example: The Big Roads, The Story of the Engineers, Visionaries, and Trailblazers Who Created the American Superhighway, by Earl Swift; and most recently, One Nation Under God, How Corporate America Invented Christian America, by Kevin Cruse.

The second group is a mystery group that now meets at our local library. There are members in the group who date back to a club that met at an indie book store 30+ years ago, then in our homes when the store closed. Some of them agreed to pose tonight just so you could see them at work! You can tell who are the shy ones.

Coming up, in case you’re in the neighborhood, the book for March is Ruth Rendell’s No Man’s Nightingale. It’s always fascinating to see what nuggets the various members pick out to discuss, even from a book may not be well-liked. As I writer, I’m always curious about what works and what doesn’t work for readers. One woman might say I didn’t like the plot, but the characters were great, so I’ll give it a 9. And the next person might say, The characters were great, but the plot was lame, so I’ll give it a 2. Fascinating!

DIY

I thought I share a little how-to, as if facilitating a book club is a craft, like beading or writing!

1. Collect data. At the first meeting, we discuss who likes what and choose the books for a few months ahead, making sure everyone has a say in some way. We try to be egalitarian with respect to the authors’ gender and ethnicity, the range of subgenres, a variety of settings, and any other group preferences.

2. Set out ranking rules. We use a scale from 1 to 10, where 10 is “best book I’ve read since Poe’s “Telltale Heart,” and 1 means “I threw it across the room.” One member recently added a 0, which means “I burned it.”

In the middle is “I would (or would not) recommend it.” Ranking is based for the most part on three factors: characters, plot, writing.

3. Rank. At the beginning of each meeting, each member gives a ranking with a one liner: “I rated this a 10 because I didn’t yawn once while reading it.” This gives everyone, even the shyest, a chance to express an opinion before things get out of hand.

4. Discuss. I usually start with those who ranked the book the farthest off the average. “How come everyone else gave this book a 2, Oscar, and you gave it a 10?” or “Isabel, you’re the only one who claimed to have taken a match to the book and gave it a 1. How come?”

5. Be prepared. The facilitator needs to be ready:

• with questions that encourage discussion

• with familiarity of the author’s other work to give the current book context

• with insights that get people talking about deeper issues in the book

• with specific passages marked as examples, in support of her/his own opinion or those of others.

Some book clubs fall into disrepair when the talk is 80% social; others prefer it that way. I prefer clubs where the discussion is about the book of the month first, with chatting about shoes and kids a very distant second (okay, you caught us going out for ice cream last night, but that was after the meeting).

I spent many years of my life doing physics and math—very social careers. No one does science out of her garage any more; it’s a team endeavor. My concern when I turned to writing was that I’d never last, that it was too solitary a profession. I’m so glad to have been wrong!

While critique groups (I’m in three of those) satisfy the need to share writing, book clubs are a great way to share what I’ve read, to meet and bring together others who love to read and are eager to talk about their discoveries. Often I’ve given a book a 5 to start with and changed to an 8 after hearing from the group about things I missed.

With critique groups, writers’ organizations, conferences, and book clubs, I have enough interaction to last through the days when it’s just me and Word for the Mac, and, of course, the casts of characters in my series.

If you’re interested having me visit your club, gather around the monitor and Skype me in! Email address on my website.  

All About Sodium

Once again, I’ve joined Joanna Campbell Slan and a number of other cozy writers in an anthology, HAPPY HOMICIDES 2.

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My contribution is the short story THE SODIUM ARROW – the 10th installment of the Periodic Table Mystery Series.  Meet freelance embalmer Anastasia Brent in “The Sodium Arrow” as she helps solve the murder of her chemistry teacher and mentor.

A Day in the Life

My guest today is SUSAN C. SHEA, who graciously agreed to introduce us to her third Dani O’Rourke Mystery, Mixed Up with Murder. Susan also shares a real-life “Day Job” story to rival the best fiction!

From SUSAN:

Dani is a fundraiser for a fictional San Francisco art museum, off to do a consulting job at a small liberal arts college outside of Boston. The springtime air is perfumed and all is bucolic except that the college officer who had doubts about a gift the school is about to receive drowns on the local golf course before he can share his concerns with Dani. An accident? The college president fervently hopes so, as does the donor, a slick Silicon Valley venture capitalist with a remarkable art collection he seems in an awful hurry to give to his alma mater.

In this book, I took special pleasure in creating a few characters reminiscent of my days in higher ed, particularly an academic dean. In a way, I feel for deans. They were once faculty, complaining about administrators. Now, they’re administrators. The faculty despise them as traitors and the other administrators look on them as 90-pound weaklings in the vicious game of campus politics. I never wanted to kill one of them, but I admit it was fun to give my fictional dean a pinky ring and a pompous style!

I’ll tell you a true and tragic story to illustrate your theme. I was the PR chief at Mills College in Oakland when, one quiet summer morning around 4:30, I got a call from the on-duty news director at KTVU-TV. He was sending a camera crew over to the campus to meet me. I had no idea what was up because Campus Security didn’t follow procedure and call me or the president after he called the police, whose scanner the TV station monitored. A naked man had been discovered on the ground outside a (women’s) dorm. Dead.

I threw on some clothes and drove from Marin to Mills in record time to find the Channel 2 crew and crews from KGO and KRON outside my office building, furious at me for not having information and unable to get around to the back of the building in question to get good shots as backdrop for their reporters, who were all on their way. I begged: I know nothing. Give me 20 minutes and I promise I will brief you on or off camera and try to get you to a close perimeter. They were good guys. One crazy cameraman I had known for a few years made coffee in my office and they perched, with their cameras, on the chairs in the conference room.

Indeed the poor man was dead. He was also naked. The Campus Security chief was almost as angry as me that his on-duty officer panicked and forgot procedure. But we sorted out enough to go live 20 minutes later with the basics. NAKED MAN FOUND DEAD AT WOMEN’S COLLEGE was the headline in the local papers that afternoon and the next morning.

The next day, the police released his name, which the wires carried. That’s when I found out it was an international story and fielded more than 100 calls. The deceased was a well-known choreographer who had just arrived from Europe a couple hours before to teach in a Mills summer dance workshop. Jet-lagged, the poor man took two sleeping pills, went to bed without jammies, and got up, probably to pee, took a wrong turn, stumbled and fell out the French balcony window of his room, and landed on his head. At least, that’s the best reconstruction that the coroner, the police, and his company dancers could come up with.

Dani O’Rourke’s experience at Lynthorpe College in Mixed Up with Murder gets even harder than what I experienced that week at Mills because there is murder, not mischance, at the heart of the puzzle. But the intimacy of a tragedy on a small campus has stuck with me all these years, and I think it shows in the scenes I wrote for this book.

SUSAN C SHEA spent more than two decades accumulating story material before creating her mystery series featuring a professional fundraiser for a fictional museum in San Francisco: MURDER IN THE ABSTRACT, THE KING’S JAR, and MIXED UP WITH MURDER (Feb. 2016).  A new, three-volume set will be released in early 2016. Currently the secretary of the national Sisters in Crime board, she’s a member of Mystery Writers of America. www.susancshea.com

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