Monday, February 03, 2014

Sheila Connolly, Guest Blogger

Sheila Connolly's County Cork mystery series was one of my favorite new series of 2013. It's a pleasure to see that Scandal in Skibbereen finds Maura Donovan still in Leap, a small town in Ireland. Sheila certainly does bring Ireland to life in the pages of her books. It might be one of the reasons my sister and I are planning a trip there for 2015. Today, it's my pleasure to allow Sheila to talk about Ireland and her books. Thank you, Sheila.
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I fell in love with Ireland the second day I was there.

Not the first day. When my husband and I took our daughter to England and Wales, we tacked on Ireland.  After all, my father’s parents both came from there, and it was so close, how could we not?

We stepped off a plane and headed for the place my grandmother was born—and of course we got lost.  Like most Americans we didn’t realize that driving in Ireland consisted mainly of following winding two-lane roads (on the wrong side) and avoiding the occasional sheep in the road.  Signs are few and far between, and if you ask for instructions you’re usually told something like “turn left at the sixth lane, and if you go past the creamery you’ve gone too far.” While we did finally find the tiny townland we were looking for, it was not a promising start.

Then we set off again for the village of Leap, a tiny place in West Cork overlooking Glandore Harbor on the south coast, a few miles from where my father’s father was born.  By the time we arrived it was getting dark, and it had started raining—hard.  We stopped at the hotel (the only one in town) and all eight of its rooms were booked by fishermen, but they sent us around the corner to a family who had a couple of rooms available. Then we went back to the hotel for dinner, which was everything we’d ever heard about Irish food: grey meat, mashed potatoes and carrots, all swimming in murky liquid. It kept raining.

Tired and damp and discouraged, after dinner we retreated to our room and went to bed. The next morning I was the first to wake up, and I slid out of bed and pulled back the curtains to find a view of sunshine and sparkling water with gliding swans, and cows grazing on the hill, and I almost cried.  That’s when I fell in love with Ireland.

And if that wasn’t enough, I discovered that the pub across the street was called Connolly’s. That’s the place that became Sullivan’s pub, the heart of Buried in a Bog.

But it took ten years to get that book published.  I hadn’t even started writing when first saw the pub,  but the village made a lasting impression on me, and I used the setting for the second book I ever wrote a couple of years later, with the pub at its center (the less said about that first book, the better).  That book never sold, but I refused to give up on it: I rewrote it and changed the major characters not once but twice, but never the setting.  Third time’s the charm, it seems: Buried in a Bog was published in 2013 and became a best seller.

Why do I write about Ireland? I write cozy mysteries, which is what I’ve always loved to read. Most cozies are set in small towns, but American cozy writers hadn’t really ventured abroad with their stories. But since most of Ireland (with the exception of the biggest cities) is one small town, where everybody knows everyone else, and their entire family history, I thought it was perfect for cozies. 
I once told someone that visiting Ireland was putting on an old shoe: it’s like slipping into something that just fits right, like it’s been yours forever and knows your foot. Ireland felt like home, even though I’d never seen it before. And I keep going back.

My main character, Maura Donovan, was born in Boston and raised by her widowed Irish-born grandmother.  She has no interest in Ireland, having seen her share of down-and-out immigrants in Boston. But her grandmother insists that Maura visit Ireland, as her last wish, so Maura goes reluctantly, and there she finds a home and relatives she never knew she had and friends—in short, more than she ever expected. In fact, there’s one point in Buried in a Bog when Maura is overwhelmed by events and is reduced to rare tears, and she demands, “why is everybody being so nice to me?” She’s angry and confused, and unable to handle simple kindness and others looking out for her, a near-stranger. But that’s the way it is in Ireland, particularly if you have any Irish in you.

By the second book, Scandal in Skibbereen, Maura has begun to settle in. The book opens with the arrival of pushy New Yorker Althea Melville, who’s searching for a lost painting, and she can’t understand why everybody isn’t jumping to help her, and she thinks she has to deceive them to get what she wants. It falls to Maura to explain that things don’t work like that in Ireland; people are more than willing to help you, but you have to ask, not demand. By the end of the book even Althea has come around to that point of view.

There’s only one problem with writing murder mysteries set in Ireland:  few murders take place there (except in Dublin). I met with a sergeant at the local police (garda) station, who told me that they’d had all of three murders in their district in the past decade, and in each of those cases they’d known who did it.  I apologized to him for inflating their crime rate, at least on paper.

What I enjoy most about writing this series is exploring the contrast between insider and outsider, the past and the present, the old and the new. You find all of these side by side in Ireland, and sometimes I have to shake myself and wonder, what decade am I in? The townland where my grandmother was born is still using the mail box installed during Queen Victoria’s reign, and the church holiday bazaar is still raffling off a truckload of firewood. Time seems slower there. The nights are darker and quieter.  It’s beautiful and peaceful, and, yes, there are plenty of rainbows.


I’m still in love with the place. I hope I can let readers see what I see there.

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Sheila, you succeed in letting me see what you see in Ireland. And, I've fallen in love with the country via books and movies. So that others might have that opportunity, I have a copy of Scandal in Skibbereen to give away. Email me at Lesa.Holstine@gmail.com. Your subject heading should read "Win Scandal in Skibbereen." Please include your name and mailing address. Entries from the U.S. only, please. You have until Thursday night, Feb. 6 at 6 PM CT to enter the giveaway. Good luck!

Sheila Connolly's website is www.sheilaconnolly.com.

Scandal in Skibbereen by Sheila Connolly. Berkley Prime Crime. 2014. ISBN 9780425252505 (paperback), 304p.

11 comments:

SandyG265 said...

I enjoyed the first book in this series.

Mollie Cox Bryan said...

I love your story about rewriting and trying to sell the book again. Thanks for sharing!

Beth said...

I love Connolly's books! She's such an amazing writer. Thanks so much for this guest post and for the giveaway!

Lesa said...

You're welcome, everyone! My pleasure to host Sheila, especially since she's talking about Ireland. And, I love this series.

Rosemary said...

This series sounds great, and I know exactly what Sheila means about Ireland. I first went there as a 22 year old with an Irish friend I had met when we worked together in London. She came from a farming family and was the first of 7 children. It was Christmas time, and I, a child of the London suburbs, had never seen anything like rural Ireland - from the people travelling home on the night ferry with only their thin coats to cover them, to the roadside shrines and the cottages with no electricity. At first I couldn't even understand what people were saying, but gradually I caught on, and after that I went back every Christmas for many years. I am still great friends with that friend, although we are both now married and busy with our own lives. The thing I remember most from those early days is the visits we paid to all the local farming families over the holiday, and how all of them were so welcoming and so interested to hear about life outside Ireland.

Times have moved on, Ireland enjoyed booming prosperity followed by a disastrous economic slump. Like everywhere else in the world, it's maybe not quite as 'different' as it once was - but the people are still the same. I remember getting off the ferry at Rosslare one Christmas Eve morning, and someone exclaiming 'Oh! The smell of Ireland!' - it was silage of course, and it brings back County Waterford to me like nothing else can :-)

Lesa, you will have a great time over there - do you have any particular places to visit? And thanks Sheila for a lovely piece - I'll be looking out for your books in the UK now.

Lesa said...

I have no idea where we'll go, Rosemary. I've picked up some books, and I need to decide. I'd like to see Derry and Dublin. And pubs with music! My sister has been there before, so we'll see what she says.

Libby Dodd said...

Very best wishes for the new touch of Ireland. The first was wonderful so I expect all that and more from this one.

Lesa said...

I hope you enjoy it, Libby!

Reine said...

Lesa, this is a terrific blog today with Sheila Connolly.

I'm looking forward to reading all of your books, But this series set in Ireland is a very attractive story to me.

Lesa said...

Thank you, Reine. I think you're going to enjoy the series.

Anonymous said...

I haven't been to Ireland yet though I've been to England, Wales and Scotland. But I'm falling in love long distance with Sligo :) Judy