What could be more warming and satisfying on a cold winter’s night than this delicious French veal stew? Blanquette de veau is a classic dish that is served all over France. Blanquette is the French term for a ragout of white meat (veal, lamb or poultry) cooked in a white stock or water with aromatic flavorings, without browning in butter thus keeping it “white.” It requires some time… as my friend and fellow francophile Judy Williams discovered when she made it recently but will be appreciated by your friends and family. Thank you, Judy, and thanks to your tasters, Malcolm and Ainsley too.
NOTE: This recipe has been edited for clarification… If you copied it, please check it out again! Sorry about that.
Blanquette de veau
Ingredients (serves 4-6):
2-1/2 lbs. veal shoulder (cut into 2-inch cubes) NOTE: To save time have the butcher cube the veal for you. You will need to get this from a specialty butcher anyway.
2 carrots (sliced into chunky sticks)
2 leeks (sliced, white part only)
1 small onion
2 garlic cloves (sliced)
2 small shallots (sliced – keep one half uncut)
1 celery stalk (sliced)
1/2 pound white mushrooms
1/3 pound pearl onions (peeled)
4 tbsp white wine (optional)
2 tbsp butter (or olive oil, for frying the mushrooms)
Salt and pepper, for seasoning
For the bouquet garni:
A bunch of thyme
One bay leaf
A few sprigs of parsley
For the sauce:
A few squeezes of fresh lemon juice
2/3 cup crème fraîche
1/3 cup flour
1/4 cup butter
2 egg yolks
Chop the carrots into chunky sticks, coarsely slice the onion, shallots, leeks, celery, and garlic. (Tip to peel pearl onions: trim the root and put in a heat-proof dish, pour boiling water over them and let stand about 4-5 minutes, then plunge into cold water. The skins will peel right off.) Keep half a shallot and stick the cloves in.
Make a simple bouquet garni with a few sprigs of thyme, parsley and bay leaf (tie with some twine or wrap in cheesecloth).
Blanch the cubed veal in about 8 cups of boiling salted water for 1-2 minutes. Add the onion, shallots, garlic, bouquet garni and all the other vegetables– except mushrooms and pearl onions but including the half shallot with cloves. Add the wine. Bring to a soft boil for 2 minutes. Season with salt. Cover and cook on a low heat for 1 hour and 15 minutes.
Remove all the meat, bouquet garni, vegetables and set aside. Cover to keep them warm. Strain the broth through a fine-mesh sieve, reserving four cups of broth. Then boil down the broth to 2 cups for the sauce.
In a saucepan melt ¼ c. butter and add 1/3 c. flour, cooking over low heat until smooth and golden. Add the stock from the pot and cream. Pour the roux sauce into the blanquette pot. Mix well with a whisk and cook for 5 minutes on a low heat, until the stew sauce starts to slightly thicken. Return the veal and strained veggies to the pot and simmer about 15 minutes.
At the same time, sauté the sliced mushrooms and peeled pearl onions in 2 T butter. Drizzle with Lemon juice and add to blanquette.
In a separate bowl combine the crème fraiche, lemon juice, and 2 egg yolks. Add 1 – 2 ladles of blanquette sauce to the bowl – you don’t want to curdle the eggs. Stir well, then add to the blanquette. Warm through and serve immediately with rice. Garnish with parsley.
NOTES: Two-and-a-half pounds of veal shoulder before trimming was plenty for 6 people. The ancient version of this recipe recommends pasta instead of rice. Sometimes even potatoes are used as a base.
Judy says: This was time-consuming, but OMG so good!
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Just a quick update… I’m giving away two ebook copies of ‘The Things We Said Today’– the fourth book in the Bennett Sisters series. This is the story where the whole family goes to Scotland for Annie and Callum’s wedding. The sisters (and Pascal) stay in the family’s hunting lodge in the Highlands. When a torrential storm hits they end up cut off from the rest of the wedding party. Mayhem ensues! And rain, lots of very Scottish rain.
Check out the giveaway on Amazon
Yes, there are Highland cows! And whisky, romance, and intrigue.
The French translation of ‘Blackbird Fly,’ first in the Bennett Sisters Mystery series, is now available. Woo hoo! Or, excuse me, Ooh-la-la! Emma Cazabonne translated the novel and Gaelle Davis proofread the translation. Both native French speakers, Emma lives in the Chicago area now while Gaelle lives in France.
The title in French, À Vol de Merle, translates to ‘As the blackbird flies.’ One of the issues we had to deal with was of course a French title, and how to capitalize it. The French don’t use capitals as much as we do in English, generally only capitalizing the first word in a title. I overruled my native French speakers however after reading that often the first important noun in a title is also capitalized. (In this case ‘vol’ is the noun ‘flight.’) We also capitalized ‘Merle,’ which means blackbird in French, because it is a proper name in the book. Merle Bennett is unaware of the meaning of her name until late in the book. (That aspect of the story may be a bit awkward.)
I am not fluent in French myself, although I took a number of years in high school. So I’m going to read À Vol de Merle as a way to brush up on my French. I know the story but I will keep my dictionary close at hand (along with a glass of wine of course.)
À Vol de Merle is on sale on Amazon & KOBO. Coming soon to Nook and iTunes.
I have a simple new year’s resolution for 2018: blog more!
So in that vein I have resolved to post recipes from the Bennett Sisters mysteries. Some are only mentioned in passing, something Merle or her friends make in France, a dish eaten at a restaurant, or a classic recipe from the region. Most will be French recipes; many will be tested by me or my friends– but not all! Use your own judgment. Myself, I rarely follow a recipe to the letter. Because I live 40 miles from the nearest grocery I make do with what’s in the freezer or the pantry sometimes. I have tried to be true to the spirit of French country cooking though, and hope you will share some of your favorite recipes with me.
Tonight, New Year’s Eve, I am not quite ready to start my resolution. Instead of using a Bennett Sisters-inspired recipe, I am making a dish from the movie, The Hundred-Foot Journey, the delightful Helen Mirren film about a classic restauranteur in France. During the promotions for the movie, Cost Plus World Market paired up with them, offering this recipe using some ingredients from the retailer.
In my own variation I will be using Edmond Fallot Dijon mustard, leaving out tomatoes, and using prosecco vinegar and Sauvignon Blanc wine. Enjoy, and happy new year! Bonne année!
Chicken Roulade Provençale with Mustard Bearnaise
1/4 cup Maille Dijon Whole-Grain Mustard (or other French mustard)
1/4 cup Louis Jadot Macon Chardonnay (or other buttery white Chardonnay)
1/4 cup white wine vinegar (or champagne vinegar)
3 egg yolks
1 stick butter, melted
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 Chicken breasts
2 tbsp of Maille Dijon Mustard (or other French mustard)
3 tbsp Herbs de Provence
8 slices of Un Mondo Herbes de Provence Salami
2 slices of Provolone cheese, halved
2 tbsps Cornichons, thinly sliced
2 tbsp French blend olives, sliced
1/4 cup Cherry tomatoes, halved
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with foil.
To make béarnaise sauce:
In a small saucepan over medium-high heat, bring Maille Dijon Mustard, the Chardonnay, and the white wine vinegar to a simmer. Continue to simmer until liquid is reduced by half. Remove from heat and set aside to cool. In a blender, blend the egg yolks and béarnaise sauce together. With the blender running, slowly add the melted butter until emulsified. Season with salt and pepper and keep sauce warm until ready to use.
Butterfly and flatten each chicken breast to 1/4-inch thickness. On each piece of chicken, spread 1 tbsp of Mustard and half the Herbs de Provence. Top with 4 slices of Un Mondo Herbes de Provence Salami, 1 slice of provolone cheese, and half of the sliced cornichons, olives, and cherry tomatoes.
Tightly roll chicken and secure in 3 places with string or toothpicks. Place on lined baking sheet and bake until chicken is tender, about 25 minutes.
Here is Chef Ryan Scott demonstrating this recipe, with some of his own variations.
UPDATE: January 1. This is a tasty dish! However, I wish I had made it the way the chef in the video did, browning the chicken in a pan then baking for just 10 minutes. When you bake it for 25 minutes or so, all the cheese melts out, along with the spicy mustard inside. I used prosciutto instead of salami; that and pickles and olives are what’s left inside. Still delicious but not exactly what I had in mind so will try it again, using Ryan’s method. Another pro tip: flatten out the breast thoroughly. It makes it much easier to roll.
Some years back at a mystery convention in Boulder, Colorado, I performed this tone poem with John Harvey on tambourine, Bill Moody on drums, and a variety of semi-volunteers snapping their fingers to the beat. I wrote this as an homage to the mystery novel. Recently someone quoted snippets of it on Twitter with illustrations, and I liked it so much I’ve added a few of my own.
I’m always amused at reactions of people who don’t read mysteries and thrillers, who don’t know the excitement of entering a frightening world of evil or an everyday town where strangers wait their turn to make mayhem. Got the shivers yet?
Here’s how the book sees you the reader.
I am a book.
Sheaves pressed from the pulp of oaks and pines
a natural sawdust made dingy from purses, dusty
Steamy and anxious, abused and misused,
kissed and cried over,
smeared, yellowed, and torn,
loved, hated, scorned.
I am a book.
I am a book that remembers,
days when I stood proud in good company
When the children came, I leapt into their arms,
when the women came, they cradled me against their soft breasts,
when the men came, they held me like a lover,
and I smelled the sweet smell of cigars and brandy as we sat together in leather chairs,
next to pool tables, on porch swings, in rocking chairs,
my words hanging in the air like bright gems, dangling,
then forgotten, I crumbled,
dust to dust.
I am a tale of woe and secrets,
a book brand-new, sprung from the loins of ancient fathers clothed in tweed,
born of mothers in lands of heather and coal soot.
A family too close to see the blood on its hands,
too dear to suffering, to poison, to cold steel and revenge,
deaf to the screams of mortal wounding,
amused at decay and torment,
a family bred in the dankest swamp of human desires.
I am a tale of woe and secrets,
I am a mystery.
I am intrigue, anxiety, fear,
I tangle in the night with madmen, spend my days cloaked in black,
hiding from myself, from dark angels,
from the evil that lurks within
and the evil we cannot lurk without.
I am words of adventure,
of faraway places where no one knows my tongue,
of curious cultures in small, back alleys, mean streets,
the crumbling house in each of us.
I am primordial fear, the great unknown,
I am life everlasting.
I touch you and you shiver, I blow in your ear and you follow me,
down foggy lanes, into places you’ve never seen,
to see things no one should see,
to be someone you could only hope to be.
I ride the winds of imagination on a black-and-white horse,
to find the truth inside of me,
to cure the ills inside of you,
to take one passenger at a time over that tall mountain,
across that lonely plain to a place you’ve never been
where the world stops for just one minute
and everything is right.
I am a mystery.
“Rides a Black and White Horse”
Happy Halloween ?
We’re getting ‘meta’ here. Of course there is a book inside those covers, or behind that e-book screen. But what about two books, one inside the other? One that reflects, develops, and deepens the other?
That was the task I set for myself when I wrote ‘The Frenchman.’ In the story, Merle Bennett goes to France for an extended stay to let the beauty of France cure her ills (as we do) and write her gothic romance she alluded to in the previous book, ‘The Things We Said Today.’ In that story she is briefly in France during the time of her sister’s wedding in Scotland. While watching the cherry blossoms at Pascal’s cottage she has an idea: write a gothic romance like she and her sisters loved to read when they were younger. A character came to her, based on the neighbor’s goat farm. Her character would be a goat herder during the French Revolution. It would be a way to incorporate some history, always a bonus for me.
Along the way I read a mystery that includes a book-within-a-book, The Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz. This classical-style mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie features another puzzle mystery written by a curmudgeon of an author and a Hercule Poirot-type detective. As Janet Maslin said in the New York Times: “Magpie Murders is a double puzzle for puzzle fans, who don’t often get the classicism they want from contemporary thrillers.”
Although there are parallels between the stories — and I admit I do not find puzzle mysteries particularly compelling — in the end they didn’t really reflect on each other. They are separate mysteries, so as Maslin says, double the fun for puzzle fans.
After reading this mystery (I ordered a British edition to get it early!) I realized that, for me, for the inside book to work it had to be close to the main story in some way, either in ideas or plot or something. Without this connection your mind just bounces from story to story, unable to connect the dots. So I worked hard when writing the nine chapters of ‘Odette and the Great Fear’ that are included in ‘The Frenchman,’ to make the stories hang together.
Then there is the issue of history itself. The French Revolution was a rolling nightmare that didn’t begin or end with the beheading of the king and queen. It lasted for ten years, until a short guy named Bonaparte ended it all. Unlike the American Revolution of the same period, there was no happy ending, only more war and deprivation. But the French Revolution did change France– and the world– in remarkable and lasting ways, and I hoped to show some of that in ‘Odette.’
But only some. Because with a scant few chapters and a real story to portray within them, there isn’t a lot of time for exposition about the Committee for Public Safety, or the Commune, or the storming of the Bastille. (If you’re interested in the French Revolution I recommend a fabulous book by Peter McPhee called Liberty or Death.) With ‘The Frenchman’ done, and the included chapters of ‘Odette’ as seamless and reflective of the main story as I could make them, I then turned back to ‘Odette’ to flesh out her story.
‘Odette and the Great Fear’ now has nearly 20 chapters, instead of just the nine, and more back-story into the characters and what happens to them. It is such a fascinating time. I wondered what a young merchant’s daughter, radicalized by the Parisian women who marched to Versailles to demand decent wheat prices so their families wouldn’t starve, might do after all that. Odette wanders south by foot, to the Dordogne, and finds a farmer in need of a goat herder. It’s not her favorite job — goats don’t follow directions — and she won’t stay forever, but she’s grateful to the farmer and his wife for taking her in, giving her food and a place to sleep, all the things she took for granted before the Revolution. When she finds a wounded man near the farm, her life changes. But who is Ghislain? Why is he so secretive about his past? Like any good gothic there is a creepy, half-burned chateau, a scarred noble, and a bunch of rabble-rousing villagers.
The Great Fear was a time early in the Revolution when a panic went through French society, a rumor that nobles were trying to starve the peasants by burning wheat stores. Like all good gossip it spread like wildfire and contributed to violence and a general terror in the populace.
I’d love to hear what you think about my success, or lack thereof, of my book-inside-a-book experiment. ‘The Frenchman’ is now available from Thalia Press on all e-book platforms. ‘Odette and the Great Fear’ is available for pre-order.
In an era where the outlandish and fantastic has permeated our media 24/7, where mind-bending conspiracy theories shape our views, THE OBAMA INHERITANCE writers riff on the numerous fictions spun about the 44th president… [C]ontributors spin deliberately outlandish and fantastic twists on many of the dozens of screwball, bizarro conspiracy theories floated about the president during his years in office and turn them on their heads. — Maureen Corrigan, NPR
Yesterday was release day for a new short story anthology edited by my friend, Gary Phillips, who conceived of this wild gathering of tales based on conspiracy theories that were floated about Barack Obama, our 44th President. It’s had a nice reception so far, including this week’s review on National Public Radio. Maureen Corrigan highlighted the first story in the collection by my (other friend!) Kate Flora, calling it a “truly fabulous story” and reading a sampling of it. (We are all thrilled!) Corrigan’s take on the anthology? She calls it “15 stories so sly, fresh, and Bizarro World witty, they reaffirm the resiliency of the artistic imagination.”
You can read her full review HERE
Also in the anthology are mystery great Walter Mosley, Lise McClendon (me, obvs) and a diverse group of writers including Danny Gardner, Christopher Chambers, and, well, here are all the stories:
Michelle in Hot Water by Kate Flora
. . . The Continuing Mission by Adam Lance Garcia
True Skin by Eric Beetner
Evens by Nisi Shawl
A Different Frame of Reference by Walter Mosley
Brother’s Keeper by Danny Gardner
Forked Tongue by Lise McClendon
Sunburnt Country by Andrew Nette
I Know They’re in There! by Travis Richardson
The Psalm of Bo by Christopher Chambers
At the Conglomeroid Cocktail Party by Robert Silverberg
Deep State by Désirée Zamorano
I Will Haunt You by Anthony Neil Smith
Give Me Your Free, Your Brave, Your Proud Masses Yearning to Conquer by L. Scott Jose
Thus Strikes the Black Pimpernel by Gary Phillips
Other reviewers say…
“Pulp fiction for the post-Obama era . . . Readers who enjoy political satire in its many varied forms will certainly enjoy this collection.” —Booklist
“The stories are adrift with white supremacists, secret locations, strange conflicts, and subtle aliens. . . . Truly excellent.” —Publishers Weekly
“A mashup of genre fiction . . . imagines the consequences of white supremacist politics on American society.” —Kirkus Reviews
A instant bestseller on Amazon! Check it out HERE. On Barnes & Noble & iTunes!
Support your local independent bookstore by buying it there!
One last thing!
The darkly comic serial killer tale, written by five of us writing as Thalia Filbert, is FREE this week. Its tone works well with The Obama Inheritance – get them both!
Beat Slay Love: One Chef’s Hunger for Delicious Revenge
“This incredibly sly mystery has everything you’d want when you bite into a dish: suspense, spice, and a new take on an old classic… Beat Slay Love is the perfect read.” — Bestselling author Charlaine Harris
Thalia Filbert is a pseudonym for Taffy Cannon, Kate Flora, Lise McClendon, Katy Munger, and Gary Phillips.
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Sunday Sentence was started by my fellow Montana author, David Abrams, who lives in Butte. He is the author of two books based on his military experiences: FOBBIT and his new one, Brave Deeds, about a group of AWOL soldiers in Baghdad. This Sunday Sentence was chosen by Emma at France Book Tours, where I was recently featured in the launch of The Frenchman.
What do you think? My protagonist, Merle Bennett, believes that just being in France can change you, make you lighter, happier, your better self. Pascal, her French boyfriend, laughs at this, mocking her belief in the magical nature of France as a “gastronomic Disneyland full of sunflowers!” How do you view the places you visit, or the places you love? Do they change you? Travel is always transformative, I think, but the view that change comes from outside you and not inside your “soul” — whatever you believe that is — is a stretch for me. This is one of the debates in the Bennett Sisters Mysteries: what changes you, how you change, can you change?
My fellow Francophile, Helen, will agree with Merle though: she always feels better in France. The French have cultivated a culture of good living that is hard to argue with.
And I do love sunflowers.
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The Frenchman: #5 in the Bennett Sisters Mysteries
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Here are some new reviews:
on September 16, 2017
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Another charming book in the Bennett Sisters series. It has the atmosphere of the French countryside, mystery, love, family and a book within the book. I love Lise’s characters and storytelling skills.
on September 20, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition
I read Blackbird Fly
, book one in the Bennett Sisters Mysteries series, in 2014 and have been a bit of a fan since then so it was great to back in France with Merle Bennett, and once I started this book, it just got better and better.
Merle has arranged her life and work in New York to enable an extended period of time to be at her house in the Dordogne, hoping to attack her house ‘to-do’ list as well as have time to start writing her novel and catch up with her sexy French detective Pascal. However, things don’t go to plan as one by one people and situations crop up that demand her time, attention and inquisitive mind.
Merle is independent, but gives herself 100% to help others too. She finds herself coping with vandalism, building work, a strange request from a local goat farmer’s daughter and the uncertainty of her relationship with Pascal. As with all the books there is a great sense of family and despite Pascal’s mysterious absence Merle is never alone, as her sisters are always there for each other.
There are lots of plots running alongside each other, including Merle’s story, Pascal’s story, where we get a look behind the scenes of some of the best known wine areas in France and Odette’s story, the girl in the novel Merle is writing that is set in the French Revolution. I liked this. It kept my interest as each time one story began to peak, Lise switched us to the next one, which always left me wanting more, right to the end where everything was nicely sewn up.
This is a great mystery, set among the vineyards of France and pretty golden coloured villages of the Dordogne, perfect for a late summer getaway.
on September 11, 2017
Lise McClendon’s The Frenchman
is McClendon’s fifth novel in her Bennett Sisters Mysteries series. It is a frame story variation in that Merle, the protagonist, tells a story of her own throughout the mystery.
As McClendon’s story opens, Merle seems to be a bit lost within herself. She’s taking an extended leave from her work as a lawyer in New York in order to go to France and get started on her novel. Merle’s son, Tristan, is growing up and heading off to college this year, and her French boyfriend, Pascal, works a job that frequently keeps them apart for long periods of time and with little communication. Upon arrival in France, Merle finds herself with tangible insecurities as well – her house has been vandalized, and she has need for a vehicle but no knowledge of how to buy.
Meanwhile, Merle begins to write her novel, Odette and the Great Fear, and McClendon includes Merle’s chapters as stand-alone chapters within The Frenchman. Writing acts as Merle’s escape: “It was so comforting to live in another world where the mundane was an afterthought, where pain was just a word, where one had control of all events, and the author was a god.” (Kindle Locations 1356-1357). This comfort is better understood later, when McClendon’s mystery comes to light as Pascal disappears.
The Frenchman is as much a mystery novel as it is an exploration into the personal life of an author. McClendon’s character, Merle, strives to build her own character, Odette, in a seemingly reflected manner of McClendon’s own efforts to dive into Merle’s character. McClendon skillfully reveals thought and emotion of her characters to her readers, and ties together Merle and Odette in a pleasant analogy.
The Frenchman is a delightful stroll through a grove of mystery, with a woven path through a light French countenance that makes for a formidable leisure read.
As a writer it can be easy to fall in love with your characters…. too easy, some would say.
But writing a long series (is five books long? For me, yes) makes loving your characters a necessity. Without a strong connection to their foibles, their humanity, their traits and mistakes, you will falter as a writer. The plots become stale, the situations trite, the people dull.
So it is with some trepidation that I can say that I still love these Bennett Sisters. Here is a post I wrote for a blog tour of The Frenchman that explains my views toward my characters.
As I launch the fifth installment in the Bennett Sisters Mystery series it occurs to me that one of the joys of writing a long series is the chance to really dig deep into the personalities of the characters. Although I originally conceived of the series as linked stand-alones about each of the five sisters, the first book, Blackbird Fly, centered on the middle sister, Merle. When I eventually continued the series, I continued Merle’s journey of self-discovery after the sudden death of her husband. It just made sense that one summer sojourn in France wouldn’t cure all her problems, lovely as France might be.
So Merle has a Frenchman. Initially, like Merle, I didn’t see how a long-distance relationship with a man who lived across an ocean would work. How could she work in New York City and Pascal work all over France’s wine country and they continue a romance? Because, although I didn’t write the series as a romance, women have love affairs— have you noticed? And they like to read about them. Merle’s affair with Pascal might have just been a fling, a curative, that first summer. But as the series goes along it’s obvious that Pascal thinks of it as something more. Although Merle isn’t sure what he thinks— he’s a Frenchman and you know how they are— her feelings mature, especially in this fifth book.
Their relationship is an underpinning in the novels to intrigue, sisterhood, and the joys and trials of mid-life. The sisters range in age from 40 to 55, or so, and I try to find aspects of women’s lives that are interesting and challenging. Life can be hard but reading about how other women make choices and navigate the pitfalls is helpful and revealing to me, and I hope to readers.
As a writer you never know how readers will react to your characters. Will they think them weak and stupid for their choices? (Yes, I’ve had that review.) Or will they identify with them, cheer for them, hope for them? That’s what I live for, that identification from the reader. I am not an Everywoman myself. I am opinionated and cranky and sometimes not that nice. Also, funny, a good friend, a loving parent— I hope. We all have so many aspects. I see some of myself in each of the five Bennett Sisters. I am a middle sister myself though, that’s why Merle appeals to me.
I recently had a review of Blackbird Fly that made all the writing worthwhile. (I love that readers are still discovering the series.) A reader said “The main character, Merle Bennett, could have been me, though I’m not a lawyer, have never inherited a house in France, and never had her problems. The writing puts you in the book.”
Right there, that’s why I write.
Then, if you love France like I do, the reviewer says that for her, at least, I got something right: “I’ve spent enough time in France to know that Albert, Mme Suchet, and the others in the village who snubbed, helped, or sabotaged Merle are just so … French. The story unfolds just as it should along with Merle’s self-discovery and personal regrets.”
And so Merle’s journey continues in The Frenchman. Who is the Frenchman, you ask? There is of course Pascal, Merle’s Frenchman. But there are many more in this book, policemen and old villagers, young punks and charming neighbors. And in Merle’s novel, chapters of which are included in the novel, there are Frenchmen from the Revolutionary period: farmers and rebels, nobles and royals, villagers and strangers. I had such fun writing Merle’s novel— which will be fleshed out and published separately as well— about a goat-herder who flees the terror in Paris for a farm in the Dordogne. Merle calls it Odette and the Great Fear, and it will be available soon as an e-book.
Odette and the Great Fear, Merle’s gothic romance, is now available for pre-order on Amazon. Hey, she’s quite a writer for a pretend person! ?????