The historical suspense with romantic elements novel Al Capone at the
Blanche Hotel is the focus of today’s interview with the author, Linda Bennett Pennell.
Linda will be
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Linda. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
remember. Anything with a history, whether shabby or majestic, recent or
ancient, instantly draws me in. I suppose it comes from being part of a large
extended family that spanned several generations. Long summer afternoons on my
grandmother’s porch or winter evenings gathered around her fireplace were
filled with stories both entertaining and poignant. Of course being set in the
South, those stories were also peopled by some very interesting characters,
some of whom have found their way into my work.
reinvent myself. We humans are truly multifaceted creatures, but unfortunately
we tend to sort and categorize each other into neat, easily understood packages
that rarely reveal the whole person. Perhaps you, too, want to step out of the
box in which you find yourself. I encourage you to look at the possibilities
and imagine. Be filled with childlike wonder in your mental wanderings.
Envision what might be, not simply what is. Let us never forget, all good
fiction begins when someone says to herself or himself, “Let’s
one German Shorthaired Pointer who thinks she’s a little girl, and one striped
yellow cat who knows she’s queen of
“History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going
downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.” Voltaire
and irrevocably altered by a series of murders in 1930.
in for an unusually long stay at the Blanche Hotel, a nice enough joint for an
insignificant little whistle stop. The following night, young Jack Blevins
witnesses a body being dumped heralding the summer of violence to come.
One-by-one, people controlling county vice activities swing from KKK ropes. No
moonshine distributor, gaming operator, or brothel madam, black or white, is
safe from the Klan’s self-righteous vigilantism. Jack’s older sister Meg, a
waitress at the Blanche, and her fiancé, a sheriff’s deputy, discover reasons
to believe the lynchings are cover for a much larger ambition than simply
ridding the county of vice. Someone, possibly backed by Capone, has secret
plans for filling the voids created by the killings. But as the body count
grows and crosses burn, they come to realize this knowledge may get all of them
and coming young academic specializing in the history of American crime,
impulsively moves across the continent to follow a man who convinces her of his
devotion yet refuses to say the three simple words I love you. Despite entreaties
of friends and family, she is attracted to edginess and a certain type of
glamour in her men, both living and historical. Her personal life is an
emotional roller coaster, but her career options suddenly blossom beyond all
expectation, creating a very different type of stress. To deal with it all, Liz
loses herself in her professional passion, original research into the life and
times of her favorite bad boy, Al Capone. What she discovers about 1930’s
summer of violence, and herself in the process, leaves her reeling at first and
then changed forever.
parents and I moved to Lake City, we stayed at the Blanche Hotel for a few
nights waiting for our furniture to arrive. Later I learned about its history.
Al Capone really did stay there at least once in transit between Chicago and
Miami. The hotel is also supposed to be haunted by a woman who killed herself
over love gone wrong and children who died there for reasons that I don’t know.
Very credible people have reported hearing a woman crying and the sounds of
children running and playing when there was no one else in the place at the
time. The county has had its share of difficulties with moonshining,
prostitution, and gambling. Knowing these tidbits of history drew me to write
Meg grabbed her little brother’s arm and pulled him through her bedroom window.
“If Daddy finds out, he’ll skin you alive.”
floor with a thump. “Man, I’m glad to be home.”
gone as much as you can get away with these days.”
beside his sister’s bed. “If I’d known you was coming home, I’d of stayed
know. It could happen any day now. At least that’s what Mama says.” As he
picked a thorn out of his elbow, he became quietly thoughtful. His words turned
halting when he spoke again. “Meg, you ain’t gonna believe what me and Zeke
seen at the sinkhole.”
blurb for my WWII work in progress tentatively entitled Assignment: Casablanca.
1943. The city is a viper’s nest of double agents and spies. Nonetheless,
preparations are underway at the Anfa Hotel for the first Allied conference of
the war. The success of the conference, moreover the outcome of the war itself,
may hang on OSS Officer Kurt Heinz completing his next mission, but he is
increasingly torn between duty and the army nurse who needs his help.
Lieutenant Sarah Barrett, R.N. is given a coded message by a mysterious patient
who dies with Kurt’s name on his lips, sucking her into a vortex of danger and
intrigue. When Sarah’s apartment is ransacked and her roommate disappears, the
one person who can help is Kurt, a man with too many secrets to be trusted.
about halfway through my first, and as yet unpublished, work of historical
fiction, I began to feel like publication might be possible. No real reason for
such optimism other than I was enjoying the act of creating so much. History
has always been a passion of mine, but writing fiction is so much more fun and
freeing than writing academic papers!
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
enough to be able to organize my time as I wish and as family needs allow. In
addition to writing, I volunteer in our arts community and with my church. At
times, I work for the school district. I also sing with the Texas Master
Chorale. I manage to stay busier than I sometimes want.
when I’m writing, I usually start as soon as I’ve cleared emails and other
business, then I write until I get to a logical stopping place. Sometimes it’s noon,
sometimes it’s midnight.
more of a life quirk because it applies to more than writing. I seem to have a
major case of ADD, but not of the type that prevents concentration. My
situation is just the opposite. When I am focused on something, you could set
off a bomb and I wouldn’t notice. Great for getting writing done in any
environment, but not so great when the hubby wants attention!
when you grew up?
many things: cowboy (I was a major tomboy), singer (now my avocation),
architect (still love to play with house plans), archeologist (cave paintings,
yes!), historian (earned a BA in it), park ranger (national parks are my fav
vacation spots) – sort of ran the gamut.
with the readers?
like to offer aspiring authors some advice that I had to learn the hard way: be
kind to yourself. We writers face a lot of rejection. It comes in many forms.
This can create in us an internal critic that spews forth a constant stream of
negative self-talk. Do yourself a favor. As long as you have done everything
possible to be the best writer you are capable of being, then get rid of the
internal critic and its negative self-talk. Turn it off; kill it off; do what
you must. You are being kind to yourself and that is great for the creativity.