Al Capone at the Blanche Hotel
by Linda
Bennett Pennell
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BLURB:
Al
Capone at the Blanche Hotel tells a story of lives unfolding in different
centuries, but linked and irrevocably altered by a series of murders in
1930.
Lake
City, Florida, June, 1930: Al Capone checks 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 killed.
Gainesville,
Florida, August, 2011: Liz Reams, an up 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.
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Excerpt:
CHAPTER THREE
“Jack Blevins, where have you been? It’s after midnight.”
Meg grabbed her little brother’s arm and pulled him through her bedroom window.
“If Daddy finds out, he’ll skin you alive.”
“Well, he ain’t gonna lests you tell him.” Jack hit the
floor with a thump. “Man, I’m glad to be home.”
Meg’s eyebrows rose. “That’s sure new. Mama says you stay
gone as much as you can get away with these days.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Jack kicked at the edge of the rag rug
beside his sister’s bed. “If I’d known you was coming home, I’d of stayed
around.”
“Nice to know you haven’t gone completely wild.”
Jack grinned at Meg and winked. “Not yet, but you never
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.”
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I have been
in love with the past for as long as I can 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.
As for my
venture in writing, it has allowed me to 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 pretend."
I reside in
the Houston area with one sweet husband, one German Shorthaired Pointer who
thinks she’s a little girl, and one striped yellow cat who knows she’s queen of
the house.
Favorite
quote regarding my professional passion:
"History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going
downstairs and wooden shoes coming up." Voltaire
Website: http://www.lindapennell.com/
Twitter: @LindaPennell
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