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Rainy Days in Bursa

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Gorgeous tilework at the Green Mausoleum.

The next morning we took a ferry (then a bus) to Bursa, where we strolled through a peaceful green park dotted with Ottoman tombs (the Muradiye Complex) and spent a couple hours in the local baths (crazy-hot bath, sauna, naked ladies with ponderous bosoms squirting Pantene into our palms and watching us lather up like we'd just arrived from another planet). We were disappointed to find the Green Mosque closed for renovations, but as we were standing by the doorway trying to peek inside a man stopped to chat with us. Yunus (a businessman overseeing the installation of the new carpets and tilework) ended up giving us a mini-tour of the mosque and then taking us back to his office/shop/studio for apple tea. Eventually our cynicism kicked in--was this all a ploy to get us to buy stuff?--but in the end we only got a couple small things that we actually needed (e.g., a wedding gift), and he didn't seem to mind. He gave us his card and told us to call or email if we ever needed any help in our travels. So in Bursa we first saw just how genuinely friendly most Turkish people are!

Istanbul, Evening

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We got off the tram at Sultanahmet and tramped through the park (the Hagia Sophia on one side, the Blue Mosque on the other; loads of people milling about, roasted corn on the cob for one Turkish Lira) to our guesthouse, and drank in this view before heading out again for dinner.

Ideas, part 1: Fill 'er Up

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Last winter I gave a presentation to my friend Kathy's class on creativity at Temple. By 'presentation,' I mean I packed up all my bits and pieces from The Practice Novel to Petty Magic (notebooks, research materials, rolodex, printed drafts dotted with stickies), laid it all out on a table at the front of the classroom, and said this is how I work.

It was an early morning class at the beginning of the semester (sigh, two strikes already). Kathy and I were the only people in the room who weren't looking like zombies. (Only one student asked a question: "Are you left-handed?") I was feeling all pumped up and enthusiastic and I kept thinking what a shame it was that nobody in the class was awake enough to be interested. Then I thought, duh, why not blog it?

My notes from that presentation fell into three stages: where I find my ideas, how I organize them (or, ahem, attempt to), and how I eventually use them (this part's fun because I can show you a passage from the finished book and then tell you where the idea originally came from). So, onto part 1!

Like I said, a huge part of preparing myself to write is 'filling up': reading on any topic that interests me, traveling in search of new experiences, savoring music and plays and art and movies. I hope this is obvious, but I feel the need to clarify here: when I say I get ideas watching a movie or reading somebody else's novel, I don't mean I use somebody else's ideas. The idea I get usually doesn't have all that much to do with the thing that triggered it; oftentimes it's a single word that sparks an entirely new idea. Either that, or it takes someone else's idea in a different direction (e.g., I made up 'Everyday Life in the Twenty-First Century: A Handbook for the Chronologically Displaced' in Mary Modern, and realized ages later that my subconscious must have been thinking back to the 'Handbook for the Recently Deceased' in Beetlejuice).

Anyway, here's the list I made of places I find inspiration:

1. Strangers (crazy or not) on public transportation.
One evening on New Jersey Transit a wild-haired man ran through the car shouting "Beware the marsh bandits!" Someday I will use this.

2.  Pop culture--movies and television.

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Labyrinth was THE movie of my childhood. (Perhaps I should clarify that while I did watch The Wizard of Oz at least 150 times, that movie hasn't stuck with me quite the way Labyrinth has. Labyrinth came out when I was five, and I still watch it on occasion.) Anyway, I was always mesmerized by this scene in particular, in which Jennifer Connolly is all dressed up like the doll in her music box, with wild eyebrows and dangly skeleton earrings, and she dances with David Bowie around this ballroom full of laughing goblin-people. With Petty Magic I wanted to write a ball scene that felt festive yet sinister, so of course this was my inspiration.

3.  Reading eclectically.
I read a lot of books about espionage before/while I was writing Petty Magic--until it's research, it's just for fun. Details are so important, especially when it comes to historical fiction, and it was neat to collect facts and tidbits I knew I could use later on (Allied planes dropping bits of tinfoil to jam Nazi radar, leaving messages in toilet roll dispensers, etc.) I also found the stories of individual spies (Violet Szabo and "The White Rabbit" in particular) really inspirational; it didn't seem plausible that my hero could escape the Nazis until I read that F. F. E. Yeo-Thomas had done it multiple times (and even when his escape attempts failed, he survived).

(I think I'll write about research in a future post.)

4.  Music.
I went to Berlin to do some Petty Magic research in September 2008, and brought home a 4-CD set of cabaret music from the 1920s. I popped in one of the discs and as soon as Irgenwo auf der Welt ("Somewhere in the World") came on, I knew it belonged in the book.

5.  Friends' funny lines.
You know what they say about Irishmen: all potatoes, no meat.

6.  Things misheard.
"Lord of the slippy."  If I could tell you what was actually said I never would have gotten the idea.

7.  Far-off places.
We were ushered through a doorway and up a spiral staircase, and a knight glared at us from a niche halfway up. We reached a landing and passed through a door into an inner courtyard. Here all the architectural periods in the castle's history converged--medieval, faux-medieval, and quaint half-timbering--so that if I hadn't known better I'd have thought I'd stumbled into a warren unawares. Vines of ghost ivy snaked across the stone and wood façades, and griffin-headed gutter spouts high above our heads unleashed the rainwater in roaring cataracts onto the cobblestones. The whole place would have been very charming in summertime, but that night, the last night of the year, the narrow windows reflected nothing but the storm clouds.
(A description of this place.)

8.  Art.
In Petty Magic there's a whole chapter set at the Met. Also, I got the Leuchterweibchen (horned mermaid chandeliers) from a tour of Bunratty Castle and the fanged mermaids from a curio cabinet in a guesthouse in Ecuador.

IMG_0793.JPG9.  Graveyards (names, histories, mood).
It's so true, what John Hurt's character says in the film version of The Field: "I love the smell of a graveyard. 'Tis a sweet and peaceful smell."  I like graveyards. Weird as it might sound, contemplating my inevitable demise has only ever spurred my creativity.

P1040862.JPGStacked up and ready to go. (An Islamic graveyard outside Göreme, Cappadocia. Elliot took this one.)

(More on names in a previous post.)

10.  Your own life and family history.
That's where the whole idea for Mary Modern came from. (See my author essay at the back of the paperback edition; if you have the hardcover or ebook edition, email me and I'll send it to you.)

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Where do you find inspiration?

(Next time I'll talk about how I organize my ideas using rolly cards, Moleskine notebooks, "brain dumps," Scrivener, and suchlike. Link to Part 2.)

"You're done"

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...and that was the end of the vacation.

Savoury War-time Pie

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Grandmamma had heartened herself with gin now and again from a bottle produced from somewhere amongst her voluminous black skirts, and was game to the last, if a trifle maudlin.
(from a description of a Soldiers' & Sailors' Wives Club event)

Remember the war-time soup that called for everything in your compost bin? Here's another recipe from the book I was reading at the NLS last winter (Mrs. Dorothy Constance Peel's How We Lived Then, 1914-1918: A Sketch of Social and Domestic Life in England During the War). This time I actually tested it--veganized, of course--and my updated recipe follows the original.

Vegetable Pie with Potato Crust
(Meat shortage)

2 onions, 2 carrots, 1 turnip, the outside sticks of half a head of celery, 1/2 lb. artichokes or two potatoes, 1/2 pint bacon-bone stock and 1 oz. lentils. For the pastry, 6 ozs. cooked potatoes (mashed), 6 ozs. flour, 2 ozs. cooking fat, 1 teaspoonful baking-powder.

Wash, clean and prepare the vegetables, cut them into small pieces and arrange them in a pie-dish in layers, putting the lentils, which have previously soaked for twenty-four hours, in the centre; pour over the stock and 1/2 pint of water; put into the oven with a dish over it and bake for 2 hours (or boil in a saucepan and put into a pie-dish afterwards if more convenient). For the paste, steam and mash the potatoes, rub the fat into the flour, then rub in the cooked potatoes, add a pinch of salt and the baking powder; mix to a fairly stiff paste with a little cold water, roll out and place over the vegetables in the pie-dish, trim the edge and mark it neatly, bake in a moderately hot oven for 3/4 hour.
P1050447.JPGAnd here's my vegan version:

filling:
--two onions
--two carrots
--three sticks of celery
--one turnip
--one 6-oz. jar of artichoke hearts
--two cups vegetable stock (I used Better Than Bouillon)
--one cup lentils (soaked overnight)
--salt and pepper
--herbs and spices (rosemary, cumin) to taste

pastry:
--one medium potato, mashed
--1 1/3 cups flour
--1/4 cup Earth Balance shortening (half a stick)
--1 tsp. baking powder
--dash of salt

Preheat oven to 375º. Finely chop all vegetables (including the potato skins!) and sauté with herbs in olive oil until soft. Take off heat and add vegetable stock and pre-soaked lentils. To make the pastry, follow the original instructions (mix the shortening into the dry ingredients, then add the mashed potato, mixing together with a little cold water. It should make a nice easy-to-roll dough). Spoon the filling into a casserole dish (will yield too much filling for a pie plate), roll out the pastry and cover, sealing the edges of the pie with a fork. Bake for 45 minutes, dabbing the crust with a bit of Earth Balance vegan butter if you have it.

P1050449.jpgTurned out mighty tasty, if I do say so myself!

Edit, 17 September: Kate and Elliot tried out this recipe using two standard pie plates, and as you can see it worked out perfectly:wartime pies.jpg
So you might prefer to use two pie plates rather than a casserole dish. Next time we're going to try some new ingredients, mushrooms and whatnot.

Marvelous fruit

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Pomegranates growing in the courtyard at Hotel Yaka in Kizkalesi.

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We got watermelon with breakfast most days--peaches, sweet melon, grapes, and/or figs, too, if we were really lucky.

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We were tempted to raid this truck...

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...and somebody did, promptly disposing of the evidence.

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Figs for lunch! (On the beach at Iztuzu, near Dalyan, on the Mediterranean.)

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If you are in Istanbul at the right time of year (i.e., now), look for this guy on the main drag just south of the Blue Mosque. His pomegranate juice is only 5 Turkish lira (about $3; other vendors were charging twice that). Pure pomegranate juice is so intensely delicious it makes your tastebuds explode.

Home from Turkey

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The splendid front door of the Ulu Cami (Great Mosque) in Bursa.

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Walking at Midas Sehri in the Phrygian Valley.

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Touring the terrace houses at Ephesus.

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Elliot pretending to bird-watch after pelting us with pebbles at Hattuşa (once the capital of the Hittite Empire).

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Walking in Cappadocia.

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Hot air balloons in Cappadocia, early morning.

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Ceiling detail of the Kirkdamalti Church in the Ilhara Valley, Cappadocia.

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The Hagia Sophia. I understand why the guidebooks say you'll be stunned into silence.

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The Chora Church, Istanbul. This might sound odd seeing as it's a Byzantine church, but it really is an enchanting place.

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The Baghdad Pavilion at the Topkapi Palace in Istanbul.

I'm going to try microblogging this trip--one photo and one anecdote per post. Should be fun!

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