![]() ![]() The decent man, who made a living investigating the indecent act of homicide. Oddly, perhaps, I also chose to violate it-by bringing murder into the pretty little village, and into the lives of Clara, Peter, Ruth et al.īut it also brought Chief Inspector Gamache. But what I could do was create that safe place. I wanted to pull the sheets up over my head, stay in bed, and read.īut, like you, I couldn’t. Suddenly places and activities that had seemed benign, safe, fun, were riddled with insecurity. 9/11 had happened the year before and more attacks seemed imminent and would almost certainly be completely unexpected. The world, when I started writing Still Life, was suddenly a pretty scary place. And so the idea of belonging, of company, of home, was powerful. I’d been through periods in my life when I thought I would die from loneliness. Now, I’m paraphrasing the opening of that book, but Woolf wrote something to the effect that over the years, in each of those lifetimes, Orlando was looking for only one thing. ![]() Orlando, the main character, had lived many lifetimes in many guises. I was much taken, years ago, when reading Virginia Woolf’s Orlando. That offered company, companionship-as well as croissants and rich café au lait. I created the village as a place of refuge. The novels are set, for the most part, in the fictional Quebec village of Three Pines. I suspect most of you have already read it, but I also think some of you might be new to the series. Welcome to the first meeting of the Three Pines Book Club-gathering in this virtual location of Myrna’s New and Used Bookshop. ![]()
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