 Mystery: September 25, 2013 Issue [#5912] |
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"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."
-- Carl Sagan
Mystery Trivia of the Week: Novelist and feminist Rita May Brown doesn't just write about same-sex female relationships; she's also been romantically linked in her personal life to tennis player Martina Navratilova, actress and author Fannie Flagg, socialite Judy Nelson, and politician Elaine Noble. Since 1990, Brown has "coauthored" a series of cozy mysteries with her cat, which feature a feline character. And she's an avid fox hunter!
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EDITOR'S NOTE: Special thanks to DB Cooper  for this week's editorial. He wrote in and requested the topic, so here it is. 
Way back in 1997 (was it really that long ago?), a little movie called Austin Powers brought us the following comedic dialogue between Dr. Evil and his henchman Number Two after Dr. Evil returns from being cryogenically frozen since the 1960s and has to adjust to a new world:
DR. EVIL: ... let's just do what we always do. Hijack some nuclear weapons and hold the world hostage. Yeah? Good! Gentlemen, it has come to my attention that a breakaway Russian republic called Kreplachistan will be transferring a nuclear warhead to the United Nations in a few days. Here's the plan. We get the warhead and we hold the world ransom for... ONE MILLION DOLLARS!
NUMBER TWO: Don't you think we should ask for more than a million dollars? A million dollars isn't exactly a lot of money these days. Virtucon [their evil front company] alone makes over nine billion dollars a year.
DR. EVIL: Really? That's a lot of money. [pause] Okay then. We hold the world ransom for ... one ... hundred ... BILLION DOLLARS!
That's a rather humorous example of inflation, but the point is well taken; the world's economy has drastically changed multiple times over the past several years and decades. Prices for even the simplest things have gone up significantly. Around the time I first started driving, I remember being shocked when gasoline hit $1.00 a gallon. Now I regularly pay nearly $4.00. My brother and his wife bought a house in the same town my parents live in... and paid nearly double for a house half the size as the one my parents bought in the 1970s. When I started my first year at community college, I paid $11 per unit, or roughly $165 for a full semester's classes. That same community college now charges $46 per unit, or $690 for a full semester's classes, just over a decade later.
And the cost of things hasn't just gone up either. When my parents bought our very first family computer, they spent almost $2,600 on a middle-of-the-line machine. Today, you can get a middle-of-the-line desktop computer for less than $500. Most electronics, in fact, have decreased in price from comparable items even five years ago. Household supplies, hotel and motel accommodations, and some food items such as chicken and peanut butter have also dropped in recent years.
Hey, this is starting to sound suspiciously like an economics lesson and not a mystery newsletter!
That may be true, but it's important to understand the economics of how the world works if you're going to write a good mystery. Chances are, one or more of your characters will eventually have an economic motive for something: committing a crime, solving a crime, recovering an item, etc., and you certainly don't want a serious character to make a mistake like the one made by Dr. Evil! 
As writers, research is one of the most important tools at our disposal. We research information and situations we aren't already familiar with so that we may write as if we are. Our job is to be an "expert" in the world of our characters (and indeed the characters themselves), and we jeopardize that expertise every time we have a glaring error in our work. One of the most frequent errors is over-valuing or under-valuing the services and objects in your story. One of the most common mistakes I've seen in both prose writing and screenwriting is a writer not understanding the amount of space that money takes up, and characters will, as a result, carry the whole $50 million ransom in a regular-sized briefcase (TIP: The average briefcase can hold up to approximately $2.4 million in $100 bills. It would also weigh just under fifty pounds, so make sure you do some bicep curls before you try to abscond with that ransom! ).
What's particularly frustrating about the price tags on certain items is that they regularly fluctuate and, as seen in this newsletter, many of them may go up and down dramatically over the course of a few years or decades. If your writing has been published, that's as far as you can take it... but if it hasn't, it's up to you to make sure your current stories are current. You don't want to have a story you're submitting for publication or showing off as an example of how you write modern mysteries if the characters are carrying around a pager, or a Nokia flip phone. It's not a good reflection of your expertise if your protagonist breaks into a bank vault and walks out with $100 million in a duffel bag. And it's certainly not a good idea (except for laughs) to have your villain demand a million dollar ransom for holding the world hostage! 
When you're putting together your next mystery, remember that research is incredibly important... and at least part of that research should be knowing the accurate price tag of the things in your story so that a story intended to be set in the present day doesn't end up feeling like it was written a decade ago.
Until next time,
-- Jeff
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