John Daniel Extends a Welcome to Jefferson County
WELCOME TO JEFFERSON COUNTY
Eight and a half years ago, my wife and I moved to the North Coast of California, otherwise known as Redwood Country, but also known for its rocky shores, its backdrop of tall mountains, its salmon and oysters, and, yes, it’s main cash crop, marijuana.
It didn’t take me long to fall in love with this setting, in spite of the fog and rain. Also, the more I learned about its history of lumber barons, Native Americans, and generational grudges, the more I itched to write about this place. I wanted to celebrate its amazing geography, its scenery, its history, its economy, and mainly its people. The trouble is, I write fiction—mystery fiction—in which people get killed and things sometimes get ugly. As a relative newcomer, I certainly didn’t want to offend my new neighbors or anyone else who mattered.
So how could I celebrate this remarkable place, this land of rocky coastline, rugged mountains, and forests of towering redwood trees; this gentle balance between meadows full of peaceful dairy cows, fishing harbors, town squares, friendly taverns, and Victorian houses; a land rich with the history of lumbering, salmon fishing, and Native American culture?
I especially wanted to be careful about the history. No matter how much research I might do, I’d get it wrong in some people’s eyes. So what I did was no research other than to listen to the local gossip passed around by my creative writing students, many of whom were seniors with long memories.
Instead of doing research, I turned on the imagination and created a whole new county, which I called Jefferson County. I kept the salmon fishing and the logging and the Native presence and the scenery. I kept the mountains, the redwood forests, and the rocky beaches, the harbor, the town square, and the friendly bar. But I have peopled the place with fictional characters who have somehow become realer to me than the people I meet on the streets, roads, and trails when I’m not writing.
Then I walked my characters onto the trails, met them in the forest, chatted with them in a dim-lit bar which I named the Redwood Door, and things started happening. So don’t blame me if a newspaper editor gets stabbed behind the Redwood Door, or if his office on the other side of the square gets trashed and his files get stolen, and more people start dying, and the grudges of generations past return to haunt the living. I’m just an observer of an imaginary cast of very real-seeming people.
And in fictional Jefferson County, California, up in Redwood Country between the rocky Pacific shore and the Jefferson Alps, you’ll find love and death in high gear. I invite you to come and visit me in Jefferson County, by reading my new mystery novel, Behind the Redwood Door.
Wear a raincoat.
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facebook.johnmdaniel.com BEHIND THE REDWOOD DOOR Brief Synopsis: Guy and Carol Mallon own a used bookstore on the north coast of California, a land of rocky shores and redwood forests, with a rich history of gold, lumber, Native Americans, and hardy entrepreneurs. They are content with their small-town life until Pete Thayer, their friend and the publisher of the local alternative newspaper, is stabbed to death behind their favorite tavern. Urged on by Pete’s girlfriend, River Webster, Guy begins to poke around, uncovering a past festering with power politics, a newspaper war, a multigenerational family feud, marijuana traffic—and murder. Guy’s investigation takes him from the town square to the harbor to the forests and into the mountains, where he must confront evil in the form of a bully nearly twice his size. Behind the Redwood Door is sold by Amazon and Barnes and Noble. It can be ordered by your local independent bookseller, or bought directly from the publisher at http://www.oaktreebooks.com/ For an autographed copy, call John at 1-800-662-8351..
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BTW, Great job in your post describing your area--you took me there again.
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