Cover Stories...

What makes a good cover? What will catch a potential reader's eye? What will intrigue - or even disturb? It's a fine balance...
For The Housemaid's Daughter, my publisher's artists produced a stunning image of a white woman leading a black child through the arid Karoo region of South Africa. Just visible, is a backdrop I was keen to include: the subtle 'watermark' of a musical score - music being the vital connection between the Irish matriarch, Cath, and Ada, the child she leads by the hand. My editor devised the captivating subtitle: 
An epic journey, An uncertain love, 
An enduring friendship.

And it seemed we had found a theme that would animate all of my subsequent novels: a young woman, pictured from the rear. In The Girl from Simon's Bay, she stands alone above Simon's Town, the naval base at the heart of the story, wondering where life will take her, and what she can do to influence its passage. 
Sometimes David surprises me... in the passing slide of blue eyes, or the line of a warship slicing across the bay... 

I returned to a Karoo setting for The Fire Portrait, which depicts Frances, the heroine, facing a sunset whose colours she uses in her work - and which also evoke the fire that will upend her world and yet lead her on a journey she might never have imagined. Art was her refuge - and it becomes her triumph.
My paintings reflect more than their surface images. They show the passage of drought, fire, flood and war...  

In my latest novel, The Case Against Fili Du Bois, Fili is shown running through the vines against a mountainous backdrop in the French-heritage winelands of the Cape. Running away from danger, running towards it? Can she find her place in this beautiful valley, despite the suspicions of those around her? The subtitle hints at the challenge:
A stray child, an unsolved crime, a precious legacy... 

A French Moment...

In the town of Franschhoek, in the Cape Winelands, stands a memorial to a group of determined individuals who fled religious persecution in France and settled here in the late 1600s. I first saw the Huguenot Monument years ago but returned during research for my novel, The Case Against Fili Du Bois. 

The Monument was inaugurated in 1948, and is a poignant reminder of times past: the figure of the young Huguenot women at its centre holds a bible in her right hand and a broken chain in her left, symbolising the religious freedom that the settlers craved; she appears to be casting off a cloak of oppression and gazing upwards from her elevated position into a world filled with optimism. Behind her soar three arches, to represent the Holy Trinity, while a spire rises further with a cross at its crest and, just below, a golden sun. Beneath the globe she stands upon, representing the earth, is a water pool reflecting the monument, and its meaning. What an eloquent tribute to people who journeyed from one hemisphere to another to seek new lives!

In my novel the fictional wine farm, Du Bois Vineyards, traces its ancestry back to those early Huguenot settlers. Fili, the heroine, learns about her adopted French background from her grandmother, who had spent time in France as a child. 
"It's our heritage," Grand-mère would look at me with appraising eyes, "and part of our future, too..."

Learning amongst the Grapes

In all my novels, research has played a crucial part. If you want to be able to reflect a particular period in history, or if you want your characters to display a certain skill, you need - as the author - to understand and ideally master that historical period or physical skill yourself! 

And so, in researching my latest novel, The Case Against Fili Du Bois, set in the lovely Franschhoek Valley, I needed to explore how wine is actually made. Having lived in Cape Town and visited the winelands of the Western Cape, I did have a basic knowledge of vine cultivars and the notes to be looking for in tastings... but it wasn't enough.

I wanted to gain a more in-depth understanding of how wine is actually made - from grape to glass. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of a wine estate owner and his wine-maker who explained the whole process, and invited me into their cellar to see the wine being aged in barrels. From fermentation to filtration, from maturation to bottling... it all became clearer. I could then write about the fictional Du Bois Vineyards and its wine production with confidence.

And now, when I raise a glass to my young heroine, Fili, who collaborates on her first vintage at the tender age of 13, I also drink to the complex and beautiful process that I've come to understand more closely... a process that takes grapes from the vineyard and turns them into the wine in our glass!
Cheers!   

Happy New Year!

What are your New Year resolutions for 2025? Or do you prefer to take the year as it comes? I tend to find that any resolution made in the heat of a New Year's event quickly dissipates in the cold light of day come 1st January! 

I often find it easier - and more effective - to have a general desire to do something fresh/differently, rather than setting a specific task. So, in a writerly context, rather than giving myself a stern talking-to about focussing on worthy books, I often go with the flow of what is being recommended by well-read friends, or what I spot someone consuming avidly on the train...

However, before starting to write my novels, I did indeed set myself a challenging reading list. I wanted to sample books written by a variety of authors, in different styles, and set across a range of centuries and geographic locations. It taught me a great deal, and helped me to hone my style of writing. 

Reading for pleasure or distraction, though, is a different occupation  - yet often just as rewarding as that worthy tome I've been meaning to start for ages...
And a book can be a much-needed companion. The great C.S Lewis said:
We read to know we are not alone. 

Happy New Year, and Happy Reading!        

Snap up a Christmas read!

When do you read?
Opinions vary, but apparently early morning reading - between 5am and 7am - is the time when you should! Yet perhaps many of us are still waking up at that point?
There is something to be said, though, for reading earlier rather than later. Very often we read at night, just before turning out the light. This may be a wonderful way to relax but I wonder if we remember what we have read with the same sense of recall that we would have had if we'd attacked our reading in the morning, say... but then we run into work and chores...  

If you're serious about reading, the experts recommend that you set yourself the challenge of reading a certain number of pages every day. But don't try to cram those in at night because you might not be awake enough to finish your quota! Incidentally, if you do read at night, then preferably do so with a physical book rather than on a screen. Scientists say that we should avoid viewing screens - "blue light exposure" - from about an hour before we wish to go to sleep, in order to allow the body to start producing the miracle sleep hormone called melatonin, which hastens us towards a good night's rest. Zzzz...

Whenever we do manage to indulge in it, reading benefits us all.  
As Napoleon said, in a moment away from the battlefield:

"Show me a family of readers, and I will show you the people who move the world."

Happy Christmas, Happy Reading!

Roll out the barrel (and other themes)!

I always look for a secondary, underlying theme for my novels... a thread that will weave its way through the story despite plot twists and capricious characters!
In my first book, The Housemaid's Daughter, that theme is music. Ada, the heroine, is a brilliant pianist and music is her inspiration - and refuge. 

In The Girl from Simon's Bay, it is the sea and the forces of nature that forever impact the lives of David and Louise. In The Fire Portrait, the underlying thread is art. For Frances, the heroine, art becomes not just her vocation but also a quietly potent weapon. In The Case Against Fili Du Bois, set in the beautiful Franschhoek Valley with its French heritage estates, I needed to look no further than wine for my subtle theme. I was lucky enough to be given expert help by the owner of an estate and his wine-maker, who led me through the process. I leant about sugar readings, the de-stemming and crushing of the berries, the fermentations, filtrations and periods of maturation that determine the quality and character of the finished product. Fili, the adopted heroine of the novel, immerses herself in the process. It is her way of proving that she belongs at Du Bois Vineyards and that she will carry the traditions of the farm and its workers forward into a bright - yet sometimes uncertain - future... 
For my wine, success would depend on years in the barrel - and a dose of luck:
Would my dark liquid feel inclined to transform itself into a wine that would tell the world I was worthy of being a Du Bois? 
Be strong! I urged myself. Be the best vintage you can be! 

 

What happens after the story ends?

When talking about my novels at signings or events, I've often been asked if I will write a sequel to a particular book. After all, how could I leave Ada's beloved grandson, Thebo, without mapping out his future? And what about Louise's son, Sam, who might return to South Africa from abroad once apartheid ends? And will Hamish, Frances's son in The Fire Portrait, ever get to meet his biological father? And would that destroy the cherished memories he holds of Julian, whom he believed was his parent? 

In The Case Against Fili Du Bois, the character whom readers often want to follow further is not necessarily the heroine Fili, whose future finally seems assured, but Kula Mfusi, the troubled young man who flees Du Bois Vineyards after being suspected of murder. How does he evade the police? Does he leave the country? Or change his name? And would new medical advances prove that he could not have harmed the victim? Or might he confess that he was, in fact, guilty? 

I have my own confession to make: I like a little uncertainty! While I try to gather the narrative strands into a satisfying ending, I also like to leave some aspects of the story unresolved. I dangle a little thread in the air and leave it hanging, allowing you, the reader, to reflect on the possibilities in your own mind... 
Sometimes, in a crowd, I find myself looking for Kula Mfusi.
The fierce eyes. The unnerving stillness.
But I never saw him again. Or heard from him.
Yet years later, on the anniversary of Mum's death, there were different flowers on her grave from the roses we traditionally brought...