I love exploring caves (with a guide!) and the cave on the cover of PERIL, PASSION, PERU plays an important role in the story. But the first Paleolithic cave I visited gave me an experience I’ll never forget. Deep in the cave was a chamber covered with tiny drawings. I lingered there in fascination, not realizing my tour group was leaving. Suddenly, I was in total blackness—and the blackness deep in a cave is like no other blackness imaginable. My heart pounding madly, I cried out, “Hey, I’m still here!” A German tourist in our group made his way back with a lantern. He lifted it to my face and must have been grinning as he said, “Ach, der Neandertaler…” http://amzn.com/B011H4SMFM
Peru is a country of thrilling views. Machu Picchu, perhaps the most famous, is awesome—a wonder on a clear day, mystical in the fog and rain, and heart-stoppingly magical under a starry sky. My story doesn’t take place there, however, since it has often been written about. With so many fascinating sites along the coast and inland over the mountains to the Amazon River and the jungle, I had lots of great choices. Since I’m a ruin junkie, I decided on the crumbling Moche fortress-pyramids set in the desert for PASSION, PERIL, PERU. The Sun and Moon pyramids exist, the Stars pyramid is a writers’s imaginative addition. Enjoy!
Happy New Year to all my friends and readers. Holiday season was hectic here. Roof leaked and flooded my dining room. Days were filled with roofers, plasterers, contractors, painters, rug people, insurance agents weaving in and out of time spent working on my new book and celebrating the holidays plus my birthday, my brother-in-law’s birthday, and my anniversary–all in that same week–while visions of Peru (setting for my new book) danced in my head.
I’d love to hear about exciting or surprising holiday events from my readers of Taking the Tumble.
Last night, in a lucid dream, I interviewed Cyn Westland’s mother (Anwyn) and my heroine’s father (Davis), recently divorced, as well as her father’s new ladylove, Tirah. We were seated in the living room of Anwyn’s penthouse. Davis and Tirah shared the couch, and through the room’s huge picture window the view of Central Park 20 stories below. Anwyn and I sat opposite each other on plush chairs surrounding the coffee table. From the corner of my eye I could see the park’s trees, their bare branches covered with a light sprinkling of snow. Across the park stood the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and we could just make out the twinkling lights of its handsomely decorated Christmas tree in the museum’s roof garden.
Cyn and Mac were away on a book tour to promote his graphic novel, “Wild Adventures in Heroic Stupidity—The Tall Tale of Oxy Moron,” so I started the interview.
Me: Cynwyd is a most unusual name. How did you come to choose it?
Davis: I visited a marvelous collection of post-Impressionist art in a suburb of Philadelphia, Bala Cynwyd, and the name stuck with me. It had a lovely sound.
Anwyn: Of course I knew it belonged to a Welsh saint, so I went along.
Me: But did you know if it was female?
Tirah (with a rich laugh): That language is so unpronounceable, who would know the difference?
Anwyn scowls. Davis looks fondly indulgent. Interviewer struggles to hide a giggle.
Me: I’ve heard Cyn claim that you were very harsh with her when she grew up.
Davis: Nonsense. I just held her to some standards. We need to set the barrier high, or we’ll end up a nation of ignoramuses.
Me: How did you feel about that, Anwyn?”
Anwyn: There were times when I thought he was too severe, (she takes a sip of her wine), but to be truthful, I was too full of my own concerns to contradict Davis.
Me: That’s very candid of you.
Anwyn (defensively): Well, I’m in therapy now. I’m learning to face the reality of my behavior.
Me: And you, Tirah? Have you any feelings on the matter?
Tirah: I believe in having standards and goals to live up to. But I believe in women, and men, facing their responsibilities.
Me: Can you expound on that?
Tirah: As I told Cynwyd, women have the responsibility of teaching men that they can’t get away with everything. For example, if Cyn felt her father was too harsh, she should have stood up to him and told him so. A definition for being too harsh needs to be clarified, brought into the open. People must learn to go beyond their prejudices and establish genuine communication.
Me: That’s not easy.
Tirah: No, but for education to succeed, for genuine learning to take hold, it must be done.
Anwyn (looking bewildered): It isn’t always possible to express one’s feelings in a way that can be understood by the other person. It’s too easy to be angry rather than reasonable.
Davis (leaning back and listening): I’ll let you ladies hack it out. I see you both want to dissect me.
Laughter bursts out among all four of us.
Me: Well, I’ll focus on you for a moment, Davis. Your choices are certainly eclectic. Your fiancée is an imposing, dark-haired, highly intelligent career woman, while your former wife is a petite, angelic, unprofessional female. Yet they both found you appealing.
Davis (shifting a bit uncomfortably): I believe in the philosophy of the trend-setting anthropologist, Margaret Mead. After her researches in Samoa, she returned to lecture, among other things, on the need for marriage to be serial. The first marriage, if I may paraphrase my understanding of her words, is for bearing children, and each party should concentrate on finding the best mate to achieve that goal. But when the children leave the nest, the parents should be free to pursue a partner who more closely fulfills their ideal of a life shared, of common interests and tastes, and a desire to be with this person forever more, as the old saying goes.
Me: And you, Tirah?
Tirah: Oh, I agree. Strongly. There is the right mate for youth, and the right mate for maturity.
Me: Before I close this interview, what do you think of the United States?
Tirah: It is a country both wonderful and exasperating.
Me: Can you enlarge on that?
Tirah: No. I promised Davis I would stay away from politics.
(Interview terminates 7 a.m. as the alarm goes off.)