Showing posts with label Neil S. Plakcy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil S. Plakcy. Show all posts

Sunday, April 30, 2023

Guest Post: Where I’m From by Neil S. Plakcy

 

Please welcome back prolific author Neil S. Plakcy today. His new book, Dog of Thieves, comes out Tuesday from Samwise Books. This is the 16th book in his Golden Retriever Mysteries which began with In Dog We Trust.

 

 

          Where I’m From by Neil S. Plakcy

 

Here’s an easy way to confuse people who ask where you’re from. Tell them, as I do, that you grew up in the suburbs of Trenton, New Jersey-- but in Pennsylvania.

Huh? Unless you come from the Northeast, you probably don’t realize how close Pennsylvania and New Jersey really are. But my parents and I crossed the Delaware for family visits, Sunday and Hebrew School, even grocery shopping, and most of the kids I knew were going back and forth across the Calhoun Street Bridge, too.

I was born in St. Francis Hospital in the Chambersburg section of Trenton-- the same neighborhood where Janet Evanovich has set her Stephanie Plum books. My mother’s aunts lived on either side of Trenton High, and we continued to patronize the same stores she did when she was growing up in the city. I know the back streets of Trenton as well as I know those of the small town where my parents and I lived.

Before the riots came in 1967, there was a vibrant life in the inner city, and it was exciting to a little kid from the suburbs. We bought Hungarian style stuffed cabbage from a grocery across from the War Memorial and ate in the park surrounding that obelisk. We went to the planetarium at the state capitol complex, to the New Jersey State Museum, and shopping along State Street.

In Pennsylvania, alcohol was only sold in the State Stores, with a limited selection, so my parents traveled to La Casa Liquors in Chambersburg (owned by the father of a classmate, who was also my great-uncle’s best friend) whenever we had to stock up for an event. When I was a teenager, the drinking age was eighteen in New Jersey and twenty-one in Pennsylvania, and all those bars in Trenton were awfully easy to reach for a kid with a driver’s license with a plan to party.

I left Trenton, and its suburbs, when I went to college, and haven’t lived there since. But when I wanted to set my golden retriever mysteries in a small town where my hero was likely to run into old friends and classmates, I went back myself to Bucks County. My protagonist, Steve Levitan, has the same relationship to Trenton and to New Jersey that I had growing up.

Steve has been across the river many times in the series—tracking down suspects, connecting with family traditions, and so on. He’s been to the flea market in Lambertville where my parents used to take me every Sunday, and to the site of the synagogue where he and I both celebrated a bar mitzvah. It’s now a Baptist church.

My father used Belgian blocks (brought over in colonial-era ships as ballast) to build a retaining wall along our lakefront. There was a crumbling block wall alongside an empty lot on the way to my grandmother’s house, and I can remember my dad pulling up and hustling over to the wall to pick out loose blocks to bring home with us. There’s a convenience store there now, with no sign of that original wall.

That memory has already been written into a previous book, so I couldn’t use it in Dog of Thieves, the 16th book in the series, which debuts May 2. But I’m sure the Garden State has more to offer me in the future. After all, when there’s a whole state full of potential plots and murder victims right across the river, how can a detective (or a mystery novelist) resist?


 

Neil S. Plakcy ©2023

Neil S. Plakcy is the author of over fifty mystery and romance novels, including the best-selling golden retriever mysteries and the highly acclaimed Mahu series, a four-time finalist for the Lambda Literary Awards. A Lefty winner, his stories have been featured in the Bouchercon anthology Florida Happens, Malice Domestic’s Murder Most Conventional and the 2022 MWA anthology Crime Hits Home and others. His website is www.mahubooks.com.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Guest Post: The Idea of Cuba in Heir Apparent by Neil S. Plakcy


Please welcome back author Neil S. Plakcy to the blog today. When he was last here back in late January, he discussed how his story, "Cabbage Key," came to be in the anthology, Cupid Shot Me: Valentine Tales of Love, Mystery & Suspense. Mr. Plakcy is back today to explain the background of his tale in the Groovy Gumshoes: Private Eyes in the Psychedelic Sixties anthology. Edited by Mr. Michael Bracken and published by Down & Out Books, Mr. Plakcy is the sixth author in the read to appear here regarding this book.

 

The Idea of Cuba in Heir Apparent

 

When I moved to Miami in 1986, Miami Vice was in the middle of its run. I was working on the construction of a new festival marketplace in downtown Miami, and nearly every day I saw something that reminded me of the show—whether it was a taping going on as I drove past, or the iconic Brickell Avenue building with the hole carved out, or an evening out on the decaying deco streets of the beach.

I quickly learned about the Cuban flavor of Miami. Our receptionist had been born on the island and raised in Miami, and she kept us up to date on all the current telenovelas (whether we wanted to know or not.) One of our construction managers was a Juban. His grandparents were Ashkenazi Jews who hadn’t been able to emigrate to the US, so had settled for Cuba instead. He’d been born there, but his family left the island soon after Castro’s rise.

We ate lunch at a Cuban café we nicknamed “Carbon monoxide and flies,” because it was open to the street. Sometimes we got dinner at Versailles, pronounced ver-SIGH-ez, a Cuban icon in Little Havana with crystal chandeliers and a diner menu. When we were off site, we stopped at ventanas, walk-up windows serving tiny cups of strong Cuban coffee.

I learned about the Cubans who had left the island as soon as Batista fell, to preserve their wealth. Much of what we call South Beach, south of Fifth Street, consisted of decaying buildings holding those who fled the island through the port of Mariel in 1980. Then there were regular reports of rafts washing up on the shores of Miami Beach, islanders so desperate to escape that they trusted their lives to flimsy boats and homemade constructions of used automobile tires and a sheet for a sail.

So when Michael Bracken asked if I’d be interested in contributing to an anthology of stories about private eyes in the swinging sixties, I immediately thought of the Cubans I’d met and how varied their stories were.

My friend Elisa’s doctor father was an early anti-Castro activist, and he barely escaped by traveling to a medical conference in Florida in 1960. When his pregnant nineteen-year-old wife returned to their apartment after seeing him off, carrying my one-year-old friend in her arms, she discovered the apartment had been sealed off by the Cuban police. Her mother’s escape was an amazing story involving the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society and a stopover in the Bahamas.

My grad school classmate Richard Blanco, the inaugural poet, says that he was conceived in Spain, born in Cuba, and raised in the US. I met people who had lost great wealth to Castro, and those who had sold everything to pay smugglers for a way out of the country.

Lincoln Road Mall (1960)

There were so many stories—which one resonated with me? I had spent time on the streets of South Beach while they were still locked in the sixties, so I felt that I knew the area. But which one could I tell? Who would my private eye be?

I wanted to understand what it was like to be gay in the middle of the 1960s counterculture. 1968 was a year of great sexual freedom and national change, from the Tet Offensive in Vietnam to the landmark Civil Rights act.

I’d heard so many stories about Miami Beach that I had to put George Clay there, in an office with a malfunctioning air conditioner, over a Chinese restaurant. I knew that as a straight-appearing Navy veteran, he’d be disdainful of an over-the-top client who looked and dressed like Liberace. But he was starved for clients, so he overcame that feeling to determine if the older man’s boyfriend was cheating on him.

That led me into the city’s Cuban connections, and a noirish plot involving wealthy emigres and a nascent plot to overthrow Castro. If you’re interested to see how it all works out, I hope you’ll read “Heir Apparent” in Groovy Gumshoes.

(And yes, the title of this essay is a nod to Wallace Stevens and “The Idea of Order at Key West.”)

 

 

Neil S. Plakcy ©2022

Neil S. Plakcy is the author of over fifty mystery and romance novels, including the best-selling golden retriever mysteries and the highly acclaimed Mahu series, a four-time finalist for the Lambda Literary Awards. A Lefty winner, his stories have been featured in the Bouchercon anthology Florida Happens, Malice Domestic’s Murder Most Conventional and the 2022 MWA anthology Crime Hits Home and others.He is a professor of English at Broward College in South Florida, where he lives with his husband and their rambunctious golden retrievers. His website is www.mahubooks.com.

Sunday, January 30, 2022

Guest Post: Creating George Clay by Neil S. Plakcy


Please welcome author Neil S. Plakcy to the blog today as he discusses his short story, "Cabbage Key," in the upcoming anthology, Cupid Shot Me: Valentine Tales of Love, Mystery & Suspense. The book will be released on February 1st.

 

Creating George Clay 

 

My short story, “Cabbage Key,” which appears in the new anthology Cupid Shot Me, is the first to appear with my new protagonist, George Clay, but actually the third I wrote.

The first was for anthology call for 1960s private eyes. I was born in 1957, so my knowledge of the early sixties is slim, but I vividly recall the Nehru jackets, the tie-dyed or Indian cotton T-shirts, the bell-bottom jeans and the anti-war protests of the latter part of the decade. I thought it would be fun to place my private eye on Miami Beach, an iconic location and one that I know well.

I wanted a simple name for this new guy. George Clay. Salt of the earth. Though George is white, there’s a slight reference to Cassius Clay, as Muhammad Ali was called back then. I liked it. A solid name for a solid guy. Tall and somewhat beefy, the kind of guy who could work part time as a bouncer at a gay bar.

He’s from Tidewater Maryland, an area I find interesting because of the close connection between water and shore—something similar to Miami Beach. I thought he’d grown up without much direction, and ended up in the Navy, where he was a Master-at-Arms, the naval equivalent of the military police.

He couldn’t have become a cop after discharge, though, because he was too certain of his sexual identity, and sure that he couldn’t hide that behind a badge. So that’s why he became a private eye.

In “Cabbage Key,” George and his Cuban émigré boyfriend Alex Reyes want to sneak away for a sexy weekend, far from the prying eyes of neighbors and colleagues. But they meet another Miami couple there, also hoping to hide out. Only someone has followed the other couple to this remote island off the west coast of Florida, on a deadly mission. To protect their secrets, George and Alex must get involved.

“Cabbage Key” is only one of the wonderful stories editor Frank W. Butterfield has collected for this anthology, from award-winning authors including Michael Nava, Greg Herren and Mark Zubro.   


 

Neil S. Plakcy ©2022 

Neil S. Plakcy is the author of over 50 novels in gay mystery, cozy mystery, gay romance and adventure. His short story “Oyster Creek” will be in the 2022 MWA anthology Crime Hits Home. His website is www.mahubooks.com.