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But buckle up, buttercup–I got another book coming out in ten days.
This is what happen when you blow deadlines, by the way. One of these was supposed to come out before Bouchercon–the Scotty–but a lot was going on in the second half of last year, okay? (The takeaway from this is don’t be like Greg–meet your deadlines.)
So, Greg, you decided to write a book that was an origin story for a drag queen amateur sleuth. Why start with the origin story?
Two reasons; one practical and the other artistic. The practical reason being that I’ve never done drag. I know some people who are drag performers, and as a gay man I’ve always been aware that drag is a part of our bar culture. Of course I’ve watched RuPaul’s Drag Race–not regularly anymore, but was a big fan in the original seasons. But watching a reality show isn’t enough research to write authentically about drag. I also didn’t have a lot of time to do a deep dive into drag culture and the world of drag; there wasn’t a big turnaround on the book from conception to contract to deadline to release. Artistically, I wanted to show his journey from the casual thought about possibly taking it up to actually becoming one and growing and developing as a performing queen. I also thought it would be more interesting to look at the world of drag and performance from the neophyte point of view; a wide-eyed outsider learning the ins and outs of what drag means.
Do you feel that writing such a book in our modern times is a political act? Drag queens have been under attack for quite some time now from the religious right, trotting out the tired old homophobic tropes of “grooming” and “recruiting.” How much did that play a part in your thought process of writing?
Anything queer these days is a political act. It’s horrible, but it’s been this way most of my life.
To begin with, drag has been around forever. Thetis dressed Achilles as a woman and hid him away at the court of King Lycomedes of Skyros to escape serving in the Trojan War. Women used to be barred from performing on-stage, so women’s roles were played by men for centuries. The examples from before the twentieth century are endless.
Usually, men in women’s clothes was used as a sight-gag–what could be funnier than a man wearing women’s clothing, after all, ha ha ha ha–but I remember Bugs Bunny and other cartoon characters doing it. Milton Berle, television’s first star, used the gag repeatedly and effectively and became famous for it. I remember watching Geraldine as a child on The Flip Wilson Show, and of course Some Like It Hot is one of the greatest comedies ever filmed (Tony Curtis made a beautiful woman, actually). Harvey Kormann often wore drag on The Carol Burnett Show, and the list just goes on and on and on–Bosom Buddies, Mrs. Doubtfire, etc. Gay bars have hosted drag shows for decades. The current problem with drag has nothing to do with grooming or pedophilia or recruiting and everything to do with right-wing ignorance; the conflation that transwomen are a threat to public safety and are really just drag queens; therefore in their logic drag queens are also a threat to public safety. It’s ignorant, uneducated, and morally reprehensible.
None of this is even about actual, valid concerns from parents wanting more dialogue on the subject. No, it’s about grifting for cash from homophobes and transphobes, and trying to get political and societal power by selling bigotry, prejudice and ignorance. It’s despicable, craven and cowardly.
It had never occurred to me to write a series, or a book, or even a short story centering someone who does drag; the book wasn’t my idea. But once I was recruited for the project, there was no question in my mind as to whether I would do or not; of course I would. I had been getting very angry and frustrated with all the transphobia and homophobia I’ve been witnessing since the rise of hateful trash like that LibsofTikTok (all you need to do is retweet that heartless failure of a human being to be blocked by me everywhere and your existence winked out of my life and world, never to return), and wanting to do something to try to counteract all of the lies and hatred and discrimination. I didn’t even have to think twice to say yes to this. Transpeople are my queer siblings, and so are drag performers. Come for my community at your own peril. I was happy to write a book addressing some of these issues while also showing how much ignorance, outright lies, and hatred those “issues” are built upon.
This is your fourth mystery series set in New Orleans. Is it difficult to come up with a new concept for a series set there? Do you ever fear repeating yourself, or not being able to differentiate between the series?
You can never run out of ideas or things to write about when it comes to New Orleans. I’ve written nineteen or so books set here, and haven’t even scratched the surface of the material that is here–and when you extrapolate further to Louisiana, there’s even more. I go down research wormholes all the time. I wrote a story several years ago for an anthology called The Only One in the World, and the anthology premise was everyone had to write a Sherlock Holmes story; the only thing that was off-limits was the London of Holmes’ time. So I set my story in 1916 New Orleans, and had to do some research to make sure the foundation of the story was solid. This sent me down so many research wormholes–ones I am still following to this day, while finding new ones all the time. The Sherlock story led me to the 1915 hurricane, which wiped out several lake shore villages on both Lake Pontchartrain and Lake Borgne; turns out the first Filipino settlement/immigration in the United States was here, on Lake Borgne. Just today I found out Louisiana had one of the only, if not the only, leper hospitals in the US. In my novels I’ve touched briefly on the history of the city and the state–Scotty’s dealt with the Cabildo Fire and the legacy of Huey Long, for example–but it’s always a challenge to start a new series set in New Orleans.
Scotty lives in the French Quarter and Chanse lives in the Lower Garden District, and most of their cases take them mostly into the neighborhoods that are my New Orleans–Uptown, the Quarter, the Marigny and the Bywater. I’ve not even covered the entire city! Sometimes a case takes them over the bridge to the West Bank or over the causeway to the North Shore, but the stories aren’t set there. So, for A Streetcar Named Murder, I put Valerie in the Irish Channel close to Louisiana and Magazine streets. For Jem, his inherited home is on St. Roch Avenue in the neighborhood known as both the Seventh Ward or St. Roch (realtors are trying to rebrand it as the “new Marigny,” which is laughable) and while he and his friends do go to the bars in the Quarter, a fictional one on St. Claude Avenue I named Baby Jane Hudson’s (which will eventually devolve, as things are wont to in this city’s gay community, BJ’s) is their usual hangout. I want this series to focus more on that part of town more than anything else.
I do worry about how easy it is to repeat yourself as a writer. I’ve mentioned before I started writing a stand-alone (potential first book in a new series) with a different main character here in New Orleans but realized all I was doing was making him a hybrid of both Chanse and Scotty–and so I put that one away in a drawer. I may come back to it sometime. But I do think Jem is dissimilar from both Chanse and Scotty enough so readers of both series won’t think “retread!”
So this is the start of a new series?
I’m writing a sequel called You Gone, Girl, which is set at a national drag pageant in Florida. So it’ll be political too. I really like Jem and his community of friends, so I hope this turns into a long-running series. I know I enjoy writing him, and that’s always key for me.
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Queer and Loathing in America 