Thursday, February 25, 2016

River Deep, Mountain High: American Inspiration by Alicia Rasley


Today I'm excited to introduce you to a new friend of mine, Alicia Rasley.

Thanks, Jackie, for inviting me to guest blog! I have a book just out, Tryst at the Brighton Inn, which is set in Regency England. I hope I do justice to the time and place where I set my story! It's harder for me to imagine such an exotic setting, you see, because I'm a Hoosier.

Yep. A Hoosier. That means I live in Indiana, a place a long way from elegant, exciting Regency England. But in its own way, my Midwestern home is just as intriguing, a place of certainties and contradictions.

I really didn't mean to end up here. My parents, in fact, were both born here in Indiana, and when they met at Purdue University, they agreed on two things: They wanted many children, and they wanted to get the heck out of the Midwest. So they raised their many children (eight of us) in the Blue Ridges of Virginia. I grew up surrounded by siblings… and mountains.

You can probably figure out what drew me back to the flatlands my parents fled. Of course, it had to be a man. He was, as we say in Indiana, "Hoosier-born and Hoosier-bred, and when he dies, he'll be Hoosier dead." So I ended up back where I'd started. (I didn't brag about it, but I too was Hoosier-born, when my parents were students at Purdue.)

He was (and remains) a dazzling man, which is fortunate, because I found our new Midwestern home less than exciting. I was used to waking up every day to the sun rising over the mountains, but here the sun rises earlier because there's nothing but horizon out there. Where I would expect to see forests were cornfields. And instead of the roaring waterfalls, I saw only lazy rivers.



But I stayed. (What can I say? Love reigns.) And three decades later, I haven't just made my peace with the Midwest. I've discovered the specialness of this ignored region. This nation of ours—there is no region without beauty and mystery, not even the flat "flyover country" everyone ignores. The Midwest has its own beauty, not the big dramatic panorama of hills and valleys, but a vista that goes on for many miles with subtle variations in land and water. It is more than the breadbasket of the nation, the place of stockyards and soybean fields. It's the place of rivers and riverbends.

What I thought I would lament the most, the flat terrain, turns out to be the creator of the most significant aspect of this place. When the land is mostly level, the water (and there's a lot of water—the Lakes, remember!) finds the cracks and fissures and starts winding down in its leisurely but relentless way through the woods and meadows. The Midwest draws its uniqueness from its many rivers, which carve their winding paths through field and dale, from the Great Lakes to the Great Rivers of Ohio, Mississippi, and Missouri.


A river is an enigma, never the same from day to day. When the summer is hot and dry, the water level is low, and old logs and rocks and sandbanks appear—only to vanish with the next rainstorm. You can never predict where a river will bend and how it will move. There's something enchanting about hiking to a riverbank and looking ahead and see the water curving into the trees and disappearing around the bend. The stream is often hidden by the droop of trees along the banks. Most of the forests in the Midwest were mowed down to make farmland, but along the rivers, the water-loving trees—the willows, the sycamores—grown tall and strong and flexible, spilling their reflections in the summer and their leaves in the fall. And in the pale winter light, they carve stark and grim angles over the water, "bare ruined choirs," as Shakespeare put it, "where once the sweet birds sang."

Now we live on one of Indiana's main rivers, the White, and every day as I write, I look out at that ever-changing ribbon of silver. It moves slowly but inexorably, reflecting the sunlight that filters through the trees. No, it's not the White Cliffs of Dover or my childhood mountains, but there's plenty of inspiration in the winding way of water in the flatlands.

What about you?? Where do you live, and what's its secret beauty? What landscape inspires you?

Alicia Rasley is an award-winning and bestselling writer of Regency romances and mysteries. Her "Regency CSI" series, with a 19th Century doctor/sleuth, starts off with Tryst at the Brighton Inn, a Kindle Scout selection. Dr. Holt has to solve mysteries with the forensics knowledge that existed before DNA tests and germ theory—with the aid, of course, of the exotic and intuitive baroness Natasha, the woman he shouldn't love but does. Visit Alicia's website!

6 comments:

  1. I grew up around Midwestern rivers as well. They truly can be masters of disguise ... lazy and flat one day - a rushing torrent the next. Having lived in many places from coast to coast, I believe it is this variety in landscape that makes America so grand.

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    1. Hi Cherri,

      Thanks for stopping by. I agree with you. There are so many amazing places to see in America.

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  2. The view sound pretty! I live in Mississippi. Lots of trees and green here. Interesting concept for your book!

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    1. Hi Janet,

      I've only been to Mississippi a few times, but I remember how beautiful it was.

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  3. Neither the man nor the landscape is dazzling, but they usually run steadily and sometimes wildly. The author's prose is dazzling.

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    1. Aw, Jeff! Are you Alicia's husband? Her prose is dazzling, but it sounds like her husband might be dazzling too.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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