07 September 2021

Maps


author Mark Thielman
Mark Thielman

     When my wife and I got married 30+ years ago, our friend Kathy gave us the Complete Atlas of the World as a wedding present. The book is an oversized coffee table volume with a jet-black cover. The blue marble of the world as seen from space adorns the front. It was intended as a metaphor for our new life. Kathy challenged us to explore and to dream of the places we'd go. We thought it was a cool gift at the time. We still do.

    What's interesting about pulling out that old atlas now is to see the changes written across the pages. The book seems heavy, fixed, and permanent. But there on page 50 is the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, one solid band of unified color spanning a huge piece of Eurasia. Or on page 98, the Africa map with its hard, unchanging boundaries for Ethiopia and Sudan. I could go on but you get the idea.

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    I've been thinking a great deal about travel lately. This was supposed to be my first SleuthSayers blog after Bouchercon. I had assumed I'd jot down some observations about the conference, congratulate the winners, reference the people I'd been able to meet in person, and intersperse those thoughts with the smells, tastes, sights, and sounds of New Orleans. That blog will have to be postponed until after the 2022 conference in Minneapolis. (I anticipate different tastes and smells.)

    I've been looking forward to traveling. I've missed waking up someplace different, knocking about exploring and discovering. I've missed seeing sights and trying foods. A couple of weeks ago in this blog, Robert Lopresti mentioned a bit of a conversation he overheard at a previous Bouchercon. Those lines made their way into a story. Let me add that to the list. I've missed collecting dialogue souvenirs. Not only have I missed going away, but I've also missed returning home to my familiar, and the simple joy of knowing where the things I use to construct my daily life are located.

    Although my wife and I haven't been hermits since the COVID onset, we have limited our venturing out to new places. The question, "where should we go?" as often as not has been replaced by "should we go?" Although the answer has sometimes been yes, spontaneity has seen an additional hurdle placed in its path.

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    The September/October issue of Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine includes my story, "The Map Dot Murder." The tale is set in a small west Texas town. The high school's social studies teacher is murdered. His classroom is map festooned. Yet, most of the town's inhabitants are people who haven't gone anywhere. They've lived their lives within the town's boundaries. Some residents like it that way. Others resent it. A few have never bothered to think that they might have options.

    Just as I should have been finalizing my plans for Bouchercon– circling topics on the schedule of events, composing snappy answers to questions for my panel, and sending final emails to arrange get-togethers– comes my story about staying put. You know the timeline for stories. Tapping out the story on your keyboard takes a while. Rewrites, edits, and polishing add some more time. Then you send it off, drumming your fingers while waiting for an acceptance email. Finally, the movement to publication requires another chunk of time.

    The story should have come out as I was preparing to travel. Instead, it was published as I was sitting at home, folding my map from the journey I didn't take. Like the Complete Atlas of the World, perhaps it serves as a reminder about the illusion of fixedness.

    I hope you enjoy the story. And, whether you're at home or on the road, stay safe.

    Until next time.

woof

10 comments:

  1. Minnesota is, as they say, half Swedish, half German, and half Polish. Definitely different tastes and smells.

    You can start with mettwurst (an excellent sausage) for breakfast at the Pannekoeken Huis (Pancake House). It's the only city I've seen that has competing frogs legs restaurants. (Tastes like, er, chicken.) Torsk is 'poor man's lobster', an excellent whitefish. I don't recommend lutefisk… NOBODY recommends lutefisk, not even the Swedish. And for dessert, I'm not sure if the dessert restaurants are still around, but the Twin Cities were known for excellent pie shops.

    Definitely take your wife to MSP. They have one of the oldest and largest malls in the nation.

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  2. Congratulations on the AHMM publication, Mark!

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  3. Mark, I enjoyed your story. Also, Happy to be in the same issue as you.

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  4. Thank you R.T. Always an honor to share space with you.

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  5. Loved the story, Mark - I too had a tough geography teacher, and the year we were memorizing all the countries of the world and their capitols was the year that (I believe) 6 African countries changed their names. We called foul! He said tough! We memorized some more.

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    1. I can see a crime occurring. Great anecdote, Eve.

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  6. I look forward to reading it! And yes, I miss travel badly. It's often when we're at our best. Certainly our most open as people.

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  7. Yeah. We're going to Puerto Rico in October!!!

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