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When I attend Zoom meetings with other writers, someone always asks if we'll write about the current pandemic in our fiction. Invariably a couple of people reply they're so so tired of COVID-19 that when it's over they won't want to write or read anything about it. They hope to move on and write stories that imagine the pandemic hadn't happened.
Given publishing timelines, most novels published the past year were written before the authors knew about COVID-19 or anticipated its enormous impact. This winter I've read a few novels set in our contemporary time and have had no trouble reading about people meeting in restaurants, attending parties and generally living like it's 2019. The only novel that jarred me was one that specified the year was 2020 and mentioned COVID-19 as a past event. I assume the author added this topical reference on the assumption we'd be done with the pandemic by the book's fall release. My conclusion is you can write a contemporary novel that ignores the coronavirus, but it's best to either keep the year vague or indicate that it's set before March 2020, when only someone living a cave would have missed the great changes to our society.
Other writers in my Zoom meetings expect they will explore the pandemic in their fiction, as they would do with anything that affects them profoundly. Some have already written short stories and poems about it. COVID-19 can be central to a story or simply part of the landscape. Your protagonist might be working from home, instead of going to her office. She might engage with friends and family on Zoom, in addition to the usual phone calls, letters, emails and text messages. When she does meet someone in person, his mask--or lack of mask--becomes a descriptive detail like his hairstyle or baseball cap. She might suddenly realize she's standing too close to him and leap backwards. The pandemic could provide our stories with fresh descriptions, until they become overdone because everyone is writing about COVID-19. There's a risk of saturating the market with too many coronavirus stories for readers who will have largely put the pandemic behind them.
Writers can avoid dealing with all this by setting their stories after COVID-19, which, hopefully, won't be far in the future. But, in the post-pandemic world people won't necessarily be partying like it's 2019. How soon will it be before we're comfortable shaking hands with strangers and hugging acquaintances we meet? Will we stop doing these things for good to avoid catching all kinds of viruses? The common cold can drag someone down for weeks. The regular flu can kill. Is a handshake worth the risk? For these same reasons, will stores maintain some of their protective measures--plexiglass at the checkout counters, socially distanced lineups, one way aisles and hand sanitizer stations? Will buffet dinners be a thing of the past? Will airlines require passengers to keep wearing masks on planes or will most passengers choose to to wear them to avoid sharing diseases? Writers will need to know these details if they send their character to an exotic location or to the grocery store.
This makes me think that writers of realistic contemporary fiction will have to deal with the pandemic, whether they want to or not. I suspect that when we're over COVID-fatigue most writers will find themselves processing the experience in their memories and work. Already, I feel a bit of nostalgia for the early days of COVID when few people wore masks in public and grocery store shelves were often picked clean of canned goods, frozen vegetables, milk, eggs and, of course toilet paper. One store I went into had a clerk guarding a stack of toilet paper to make sure no hoarders grabbed an extra package. That's a detail future readers of COVID-19 stories will find bizarre and informative about our pandemic.
In 1813, French scientist Michel Eugene
Chevreul discovered a new fatty acid which he dubbed acide margarique, named,
in part, after the “pearly
deposits in the fatty acid, “margarites”
being the Greek word for “pearly.”
Enter French chemist Hippolyte
Mège-Mouriès. In 1869, working with Chevreul’s discovery, perfected and
patented a process for churning beef tallow with milk to create an acceptable
butter substitute. Napoleon III, seeing that both his poorer subjects and his
navy would benefit from having easy access to a cheap butter substitute,
offered a prize for anyone who could create an adequate replacement. Mège-Mouriès
won.
Despite Napoleon III’s high hopes for
Mège-Mouriès’ product, which the scientist had dubbed “oleomargarine,” the
market didn’t really take off. Not to be
deterred, Mège-Mouriès showed his process to a Dutch company called Jurgens.
The CEOs realized that if margarine was going to become a butter substitute, it
needed to look more authentic, so they began changing margarine’s naturally
white color to a buttery yellow.
Mège-Mouriès didn’t get much for his invention
and died a pauper in 1880. Jurgens, however, did pretty well for itself. It eventually
became a world-renowned maker of margarine and later became a part of Unilever.
Margarine arrived in the United States in
the 1870s, to the happy approval of the poor, and to the universal horror of
American dairy farmers. Within ten years, 37 companies in the United States
enthusiastically manufactured it. The terms “margarine” and “butter” had become
fighting words.
In 1886 the
Federal Margarine Act slapped a special two-cent tax on margarine and required
annual license fees. Margarine producers
were forced to pay $600 a year; wholesalers, $480; and retailers, $48, simply
to be allowed to sell margarine. “An amendment in 1902 targeted the production
of artificially yellowed margarine. The amendment imposed a ten-cent tax on
(butter-colored) margarine and slashed the tax on the uncolored variety.”
Maine, Michigan, Minnesota, Pennsylvania,
Wisconsin, and Ohio went a step further and banned margarine outright. In fact,
the Wisconsin law stayed on the books until 1967, which lead to the
introduction of clandestine “margarine runs” that friends and neighbors set up.
Every couple of weeks they’d send one person over the border to purchase
margarine for all of them and illegally transport it back across the state
line.
In June 1886, Washington State passed a
bill in the House to regulate the manufacture and sale of “all substances made
of oleomargarine, oleomargarine oil, butterine which was butter mixed with a little Oleomargarine to improve flavor, suine which was a mixture of
oleomargarine with lard or other fatty ingredients, lardine, an agricultural import
from Germany, and all lard extracts, tallow extracts, and compounds of tallow, beef,
fat, suet, lard and lard oil, vegetable oil, coloring matter, intestinal fat,
and offal fat,” which were disguised as and sold as butter.
An article in the 7-22-1886 Tacoma Daily Ledger claimed “the
butterine vat was a graveyard of compounded diseases putrefied into carrion.”
At
this time, Washington had a State Dairy commissioner named E. A. McDonald. And
when he wasn’t approving cheese factories or visiting farms to kill tubercular
cattle, he was haunting cheap restaurants looking for fake butter and the people
selling it, and seizing what he found. However, he recognized that local dairy
farmers were only able to provide about 2 / 3 of homemakers’ demands. The use
of oleo was on the rise.
By the early 1890s, the country was in the
middle of a Depression. Businessman J. A. Sproule recognized that Butterine and
other substitutes for butter kept longer than the real thing. And one person
was making good use of Butterine. His name was Jim Wardner who had been a store
keeper in South Dakota until a fire wiped him out. So he borrowed $5,000, had
eggs shipped from the east and began peddling them in mining camps. He then
used his profits to buy Butterine which he also peddled until a heat wave
melted what he hadn’t sold and the Butterine separated into puddles of cottonseed
oil, lard, Vaseline and coloring. So as not to waste his investment, he sold
the puddles as industrial grease.
During W W I, the cost of oil more than
doubled driving up the price of oleo. During W W II butter was rationed because
most cooking oils came from Pacific lands conquered
by the Japanese; the supply plummeted. Fats were also needed in higher
quantities for industrial and military use. For the homemaker, butter used a
higher number of ration-book points than margarine, so “oleo” margarine became
more popular.
Lard was removed from
rationing on March 3, 1944 and shortening and oils on April 19, 1944, but
butter and margarine were rationed until November 23, 1945. White oleo, which
came with a packet of yellow food coloring to be kneaded in, was sold this way
until 1952.
Gradually,
states allowed the sale of yellow oleo. A reluctant Washington held out until
December 4, 1952, became the 44th state to all allow the sale of
yellow oleo.
Although
February is the birthday month of such great Americans as Abraham Lincoln,
George Washington and my son, most people tend to think of Valentine’s Day when
you mention February. And of course, Valentine’s Day makes one think of LOVE.
So just for fun, I looked up people whose last name was LOVE. Here are a few
interesting ones.
The interesting thing I noticed about these people
was they were all very creative and left their marks on the arts, including
music and writing. Even the mathematician wrote books. As a writer myself, I
love the idea of making February creativity month, especially for those of us
who write romance--the story of relationships and love.
Not all of my romance novels have the word “love” in
the title, but as I look them over, I found three different subgenres that did.
“A Game of Love” is a contemporary set in Boston with a little mystery, a lot
of passion and even a ghost. “Love in Disguise” is an historical full of hidden
identities, murder and intrigue and a very feminist heroine even though it’s
set in 1876. One of my most recent, “Loving Charlie Forever” is a great time
travel set in an old west town in South Dakota; again with mystery and a great
deal of romance and love.
All the love and romance you could want is available
in these and other books of mine available through Books We Love at https://www.bookswelove.net.
My love to you this February and throughout the
year.
Barb Baldwin
http://www.authorsden.com/barbarajbaldwin
https://bookswelove.net/baldwin-barbara/
What do you think when someone mentions Banff, Alberta? Million-dollar views. Rugged mountains. Tourist lined streets. Shopping. Hiking. Skiing. Wildlife. All of the above?
Banff
has so much to offer but to me, it’s home. Born and raised in the area, and now
living in Calgary, there is no better feeling than heading west on the Trans
Canada and having the familiar peaks fill the horizon.
The
old adage, write about what you know, takes a big role in my YA novel, Summer
of Lies.
Jillian,
my protagonist, came to life many years ago on a chairlift ride with my saucy,
tenacious teenage niece, Sami. Being avid readers, on the ride up the lifts we
would debate plot lines, characters and discuss the types of stories we like to
read. Then we'd race down the run. She always won. On one of those rides up the
lift, we decided someone needed to tell an outdoor adventure story that takes
place in Banff. Since Sami still had school and life to attend to, I said I’d
write it. What a process. A lengthy process. But it's now complete.
Summer
of Lies, release date February 1, 2021.
Available
on Amazon and at https://books2read.com/Summer-of-Lies
Book
trailer for Summer of Lies
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=croxBeIBpUE
My contact info: bbaker.write@gmail.com