Elizabeth
Buhmann is originally from Virginia, where her first novel is set, and like her
main character, she lived several years abroad while growing up. She graduated
magna cum laude from Smith College in Northampton,
Massachusetts, and has a PhD in Philosophy
from the University
of Pittsburgh. For twenty
years, she worked for the Texas Attorney General as a researcher and writer on
criminal justice and crime victim issues. Elizabeth now lives in Austin, Texas,
with her husband, dog, and two chickens. She is an avid gardener, loves murder
mysteries, and has a black sash in Tai Chi.
She has
written this guest post for Bags, Books & Bon Jovi.
Why do we love murder?
Guest Post by Elizabeth Buhmann, Author of Lay
Death at Her Door (Red Adept Publishing, May 2013)
A friend of mine once asked me how I could consider books
about murder entertainment. As if murder were fun.
We’d been to a dinner party, and during a long and lively
conversation about favorite murder mystery books and authors, he had been
uncharacteristically quiet.
“Murder,” he finally said, “is a horrible crime. A person
dies. Lives are ruined. Both the victim and the offender—as well as their
families—are destroyed.”
True. No sane person enjoys real crime. But the plain fact
is, we are entertained not just by books about murder but also by TV shows and
movies. Why do we love murder? What about murder is so entertaining?
It’s not so much that we love murder as that we love
justice. It’s a rule of the genre that murderers are caught and punished. We
live with injustice in the real world, but in the world of fiction we always
have the satisfaction of watching the villain go down in flames at the end.
In Lay Death at Her Door, an old crime
comes unsolved when new evidence shows that the man who was convicted of it is
innocent. The book opens like this:
“In 1986, a man was murdered. I was
beaten and raped. The ensuing trial dominated local headlines until my
eyewitness testimony sent a man named Jules Jefferson to prison for life.
“I lied.”
The narrator is Kate Cranbrook, victim of assault and
witness to murder, who explains in chapter one that she committed perjury
twenty years earlier to protect herself. In so doing, she also became an
accessory, however unwilling, to murder.
“I knew who murdered Elliott Davis…
and why. I lied to protect myself. No use wondering if I could have made a
different choice. It’s what I did. It’s what I live with.”
Kate is sitting on an explosive secret, one that would send
her to jail along with the real killer, but even following Jefferson’s
exoneration, the surface of her life appears undisturbed. This is realistic:
eyewitnesses, including victims, are often mistaken, and no one blames them.
Kate knows this. She tells us, “Jefferson had threatened
Elliott and me at the Tavern, no doubt about that. If I said I was confused
later on, misidentified my attacker, it would be believable enough.” And she’s
probably right when she says, “I could have weathered Jefferson’s exoneration
if I’d only stayed home and left well enough alone.”
Rest assured, justice prevails, and the truth comes out,
ironically, because of who and what Kate is. She tells us that she made
terrible mistakes when she was very young, and then compounded them trying to
escape the consequences of her own bad decisions.
Twenty years later, she is still the same person. Ruefully,
she admits that, “being who I am, I set in motion all the same forces that were
my undoing in the first place. What can I say? For everything I did, I had my
reasons.”
Lay Death at Her Door is not a detective story. The protagonist
is not an agent of justice—hardly! She is the driving force behind an enormous injustice, the imprisonment of an
innocent man and the shielding of a murderer.
But while Kate is not a good person,
her
motives are recognizable human errors and yearnings. To me what is satisfying
about her story is the way her own flawed nature is her downfall in the end.
From the back cover..."Twenty years ago, Kate Cranbrook's eyewitness testimony sent the wrong man to prison for rape and murder. When new evidence exonerates him, Kate says that in the darkness and confusion, she must have mistaken her attacker's identity.
She is lying.
Kate would like nothing better than to turn her back on the past, but she is trapped in a stand-off with the real killer. When a body turns up on her doorstep, she resorts to desperate measures to free herself once and for all from a secret that is ruining her life."
Lay Death has gotten great reviews from bloggers so far. The Chaotic Reader said, “Buhmann’s storytelling is in a class with Lolita.” I’m a Voracious Reader said, “The ending was the biggest mind f*** I never saw coming. Totally. Awesome!” Big Al said, “A well written, unpredictable story. You'll love it.” This book appeals to readers who enjoy the dark characters and stories of Gillian Flynn and Tana French, "with a twist... or three!" (Amazon review) But to me, the book most emulates (in my dreams!) the stand-alone mysteries of Ruth Rendell.
I finished this intense mystery this week and was really blown away by this story. I will post my review at a later date.