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En splinterny satire ser snart dagens lys. “B. Lund” er klar til at erobre verden på sin helt egen, skæve facon -  så snart hendes facebookside har fået 100 likes.

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$ 8.99 for a solid paperback of c 200 pages – for those of you who prefer the feel of paper

If you haven’t got your copy of my first, Scandinavian mystery novel yet, this is your opportunity to grab it for next to nothing.

For American readers: “Anna Märklin’s Family Chronicles” – $ 0.99 only

For British readers: “Anna Märklin’s Family Chronicles” – £ 0.79 only

So for a short period of time, you can get four short stories, featuring plucky Rhapsody Gershwin, her family, and her not quite as plucky fiancé, Constable Archibald Penrose, – for FREE.

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Recently I was reminded that I am not very good at following the ten writers’ commandments.

It happened while I was adding the finishing touches to “Anna Märklin’s Family Chronicles”.

I had problems with this sentence,

“If you discounted the tall salt and pepper mills in beechwood, Karin’s modest collection of spices was lined up in alphabetical order with uniform screw tops that looked exactly like army caps.”

I asked for help in an English forum for writers, and into the bargain I got the question, “why do you mention the beechwood mills?” Implicitly; aren’t they superfluous?

Ugh, yes, when you think about it, most of the sentence is probably superfluous. I could remove it word by word, and no one in the whole, wide world would miss Karin’s spice rack or the tiny army cap screw tops. Except for the author, that is.

You don’t just break the ten commandments. You know, Elmore Leonard’s celebrated writers’ decalogue, clearly inspired by Hemingway’s iceberg principle. Using adjectives is the deadliest sin of them all, and a good story is like an artichoke: the more you remove, the better. Now Papa Hemingway would probably have loved seeing millions of humble writers following his rules religiously. As we all know, you just have to follow these rules in order to write perfectly polished, hard-boiled crime stories.

And small wonder that three quarters of little Hummelshøj’s readers are women. She ought to feel contrite, pull herself together and do all she can to follow in Hemingway’s larger-than-life footprints.

But wait, come to think about it I’m neither macho man, misogynist or nihilist, and I have always considered my crime stories soft-boiled and humorous. So perhaps I could find inspiration in other places?

In the beginning God created Adam. Afterwards the two of them stood there, looking at each other, in complete silence. Quite soon Adam realized how lonely and quiet Paradise would be without Eve. He begged and entreated, he even sacrificed a rib to have female company.

He probably regretted it now and then, poor Adam. Swallowed a couple of painkillers for his headache and suffered in secret because of his chatty helpmate. But he didn’t send her back, after all.

Plenty of points to Hemingway, who was a competent and inspiring author. I have even tried toddling around in his tiny, black shoes. To tell you the truth, they were far too tight. Both heel and toe. Because Hemingway the man was also an ultra-conservative macho man. Complex, unhappy and scared of strong, independent women. At the end of his life he was so depressed and disillusioned that he chose to take his own life. I am a cheerful and positive woman who is never happier than when I am able to dive into my huge bin of collected words. An old, wise vocabulary enthusiast who chooses her own role models. In many ways the direct opposite of Papa Hemingway, so why let a very dead man determine my writing style? What is the point of inventing all those gorgeous, tasty words if we are not allowed to use them?

Ernestly, no way. I’m a free writer. Free to trot along in Anna Storm’s Kenzo sandals one day, Olivia Cadbury-Flake’s seductive Manolo Blahnik’s the next day, and change into Rhapsody Gershwin’s matter-of-fact lace-up shoes at will. Or kick off my footwear and let the toes jut out at random.

I can almost hear Hemingway turn over in his grave at all these superfluous words. Perhaps my stories just appeal to the chattering half? Well, Hemingway, at least I had fun while I wrote them. And perhaps there are enough readers in this world for both of us?

Hemingway is dead, Hummelshøj is alive, and she arranges her spices exactly the way she wants. Period.

Thank you very much, Prashant.

“Anna Märklin’s Family Chronicles” is still a new-born babe, but yesterday I received three wonderful Amazon reviews. Not just plenty of stars, but also reviews which mean a lot to me because the writers appreciate the more serious side to my authorship.

Furthermore, several friends have commented, tweeted and reblogged the news about my book. I have thanked some of you, but I know there will also be posts and messages I don’t even see – and I appreciate each and every one of them.

I am touched, and I know that my readers are the greatest!

Anna Märklin’s Family Chronicles

A psychological mystery, set in Scandinavia.

This is the story of a young Danish woman, whose life is in a rut. Anna Storm is unemployed, her father is seriously ill, and her best friend and neighbour receives mysterious threats. Anna is a very ordinary antihero, so even when her friend dies unexpectedly, she keeps burying her head in the sand.

Then she finds her Swedish grandmother’s old notesbooks, however. Anna is spellbound by the beautiful drawings and the sweet story of her grandmother’s everyday life. Finally, she has found a worthy project to engage in. As she reads her grandmother’s family chronicles, it dawns on her that the books are not suitable for children at all, but that the sinister story which is hidden between the lines may give Anna a much needed push. Anna wakes up – but is it too late?

For readers of my Knavesborough series: please note that this book is not a cosy mystery, and I do not recommend it for children.

After a long struggle with legal obstacles, I am now able to publish my Scandinavian mystery, “Anna Märklin’s Family Chronicles” in English. It will be available on Amazon next week. This one is neither cosy nor hard-boiled, and I think ‘psychological mystery’ is the best way to describe it.

I have offered last-minute review copies to half a dozen friends and bloggers, but if you are a book blogger who did not hit the list, please contact me.