Thistle and Twigg
By Mary Saums
3.5/5
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Jane Thistle is a widow who has just settled down in Tullulah, Alabama, after a long and happy life with her husband, a career military officer whose job took them all over the world. But now that she's on her own, she's just as happy to have found this delightful small Southern town to call home. Her new best friend is Phoebe Twigg, also a widow, who has lived in Tullulah all her life. Phoebe is about as different as could be from the worldly and refined Jane Thistle, but her colorful personality and warm, welcoming Southern nature make them quite a team.
The two ladies become fast friends when they stumble on a dead body while on a walk in the woods near Jane's new house. And that's not all of the mysteries interrupting the slow life in Tullulah: Someone seems to be threatening Jane's neighbor, a local old recluse who seems to have more interest in the land than in its inhabitants; a firebomb explodes in Phoebe's kitchen; and unexplainable sounds and objects turn up at the strangest times in Jane's house. Jane and Phoebe quickly become partners in investigation in Mary Saums's funny and charming---and surprising---debut mystery.
Mary Saums
Mary Saums once worked as a recording engineer in Muscle Shoals on gold and platinum albums by Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Jimmy Buffett, and many others. She is the author of novels—including Thistle and Twigg (available from St. Martin’s Press)—and several short stories, and her poetry has won a Tennessee Writers Alliance Award. Born and raised in Alabama, she now lives in Nashville, Tennessee.
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Reviews for Thistle and Twigg
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This southern cozy is a mystery with a twist – there is a supernatural air about it. Jane Thistle, widow, is a new resident of Tullulah, Alabama, and finds the small town a delight from the get-go. Her friendship with Phoebe Twigg seems a bit odd at first, since the two women are so different, but maybe that is why they get along so well. But circumstances seem to thwart their every move – they find a dead body, are nearly caught in an explosion, and are the subject to other threats. The ladies are determined to get to the bottom of things, but if they will succeed before anyone else is hurt remains to be seen. And, speaking of seen, could those “people” that Jane is seeing really be ghosts from a bygone era? An interesting mystery with likable characters, this first novel in the series leaves a bit to be desired as far as character development is concerned, but is it a promising beginning.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5As if I didn't have enough projects, I've set myself another. I'm going to read a mystery set in each of the states of the Union, and to make it more interesting, it has to be a book by an author who's new to me.
So, to start with Alabama, I couldn't count the Anne George book I read recently. Fortunately, I had THISTLE AND TWIGG by Mary Saums waiting on
the TBR shelf. The motto for this book, and the series to come, might be "Never underestimate the power of a woman -- especially two women."
The much-traveled Thistle and the small-town, trusting Twigg each have hidden strengths that become apparent as they battle murderers and
despoilers of the environment. There is a supernatural element to the story as well, which is not a problem for me, especially as it is tied
in so well with the local history and love for the land that infuse this book.
I've spent all of 9 weeks in Alabama in my life, in WAC basic training at Fort McLellan near Anniston. Saums' fictional Tullulah is set in
northwest Alabama, but since it and Anniston both lie near National Forests, I had a memory of red clay soil and pine trees that is probably
fairly accurate. Mary Saums filled in the picture with evocative description of the land. It is not surprising that she is also a
published poet. I'll be looking forward to more of Thistle and Twigg. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5An enjoyable enough cozy mystery and not at all what I was expecting.Jane Thistle starts a new life in a small Southern town of Tallulah and meets her new best friend Phoebe Twigg and both are soon embroiled in an overlapping series of mysteries that while not overly original or complicated work well to drive the story along.The real point of the book, as is the case in most cozy mysteries is more about the characters and the world they inhabit than in the actual mystery itself.Both main characters are entertaining and fun to get to learn, though Jane Thistle flutters dangerously close to the edge of being a Mary Sue and Phoebe Twigg comes perilously close to being a cartoony stereotype, both characters are saved by how engaging they are and how they click together.You don't really get much of a feel for the town itself, but the land that Jane moves to takes on a life of it's own and is far more real feeling than any of the people in the book.I did find the use of Native American history and culture to be a bit forced but I'm willing to see how it plays out in future books before making up my mind fully about it.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Jane Thistle's arrival in small Tullulah, Alabama, is noted by many, as she has quickly purchased the old Hardwick place, haunted by all accounts. Phoebe Twigg welcomes her immediately and a friendship ensues between the women. When the hermit Cal Prewitt makes overtures to his new neighbor about purchasing his land, Jane jumps at the chance. The melding of mystery and magic in Tullulah is wonderful--from the teens who want to "ghostbust" out at the Hardwick land to other unearthly visitors, Jane's introduction to town is an exciting one.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A mild, Southern cozy. The two main characters have potential to be more interesting but this story was not engaging. Mystical and Native American elements seemed rather out of place but may be appealing to some readers.
Book preview
Thistle and Twigg - Mary Saums
Two
Phoebe Twigg Sets Things Straight
Don’t you believe a single word Jane Thistle tells you. She means well, bless her heart, and she’s sweet as can be. She just doesn’t always understand what’s going on down here like I do.
It’s not her fault. Jane is about the smartest person, man or woman, I’ve ever known. She can tell one Shakespeare play from another. Operas and symphonies, too. All that hard stuff. I want you to know she can tell which modern psycho artist painted what, even with nothing but dots and splatters to go on.
And those artsy things aren’t even her strongest subjects. History and archaeology are what she loves because she has worked on dig sites ever since she was a teenager. And trees, Lord have mercy, how she loves plain old ugly trees and plants. Knows their Latin names and everything. Anything green, old, or dead and gone for centuries, Jane knows about it.
I bet she didn’t tell you any of that, did she? That’s because Thistle is a real lady and she don’t go around tooting her own horn like a brazen heifer. She’s a bona fide proper Englishwoman, even though she says she’s completely American now after living in the States for nearly fifty years.
Yes, ma’am, I tell you what, Jane Thistle is sharp as a hound’s tooth and is a saint on top of that. She’d have to be to put up with that Colonel Board-Up-His-Backside husband of hers for so many years. I never actually met him, you understand, but I’ve seen his pictures. From the way she carries on about him, you’d think he hung the moon or invented chewing gum or something.
She really is so naive about people. Her husband probably made her that way, always barking orders at her, I bet you. Now, she wouldn’t say that in so many words. But I can tell he must have been an ornery old cuss from the way he’s glowering out of every single one of them pictures in her house like a mean bulldog.
Oh, I know he was a colonel, but titles don’t mean zip to me. And I’m not saying he didn’t have one or two redeeming qualities. He had at least one I know of: He taught Jane to shoot. Now that I think about it, if it hadn’t been for that, I wouldn’t have met her that first day she moved to town.
She was standing in line at the back counter of Harvel Wriggle’s Sporting Goods Store. My brother Eugene was having a birthday, and I had gone into Wriggle’s to buy him a new tackle box since fishing takes up the better part of his mind.
Pardon me, sir,
Jane said, and I knew right away she was English. I grabbed the closest tackle box, a plastic lime green see-through number, and hustled over to stand in line behind her. I just love British accents and I didn’t want to miss a single word.
Harvel Wriggle noticed her accent, too, which only confirmed what I’ve always known about him—he’s not as dumb as he looks. He slicked his hair back with one hand, flattening his cowlick down.
Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?
he said, with the cowlick springing up at the end of his sentence like a question mark on top of his head. I couldn’t help but laugh which, from the look he gave me, Harvel did not appreciate one bit.
He turned his attention back to Jane, all cute and silver-haired and hardly big as a minute. I wondered if she fixed her own hair. It waved and curled just perfect around her ears. Very classy. Jane has what I call a high-class face, with her little turned-up nose and high cheekbones. She’s got real black eyes that sparkle, and she’s always smiling. The beige and camel outfit she wore that day also showed what good taste she has and how subdued and genteel she is. I wouldn’t be caught dead in beige myself, way too drab, but it looked good on her.
Yes, thank you,
she said to Harvel. I’d like to purchase a small box of 9-millimeter bullets and another of 12-gauge shotgun shells, if I may please.
Well, let me tell you what. You could have knocked me and Harvel both over with a chicken feather. I knew right then Jane and I were going to be close friends.
Harvel just stood there, staring at her with his mouth hanging open.
What’s the matter?
I asked him. You look like you never heard a lady ask for bullets before.
Well,
he said and cleared his throat. It is mighty unusual. I believe it’s a first, around here anyway.
Some old retired guys, who hang out there at the store because their wives can’t stand them in the house all day, chuckled like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Believe me, I’ve been around here a long time, and I know exactly how these men think. I could read Harvel’s mind like his forehead was made out of Cling Wrap. He might be laughing but inside he was scared. Men around here like their women docile as old cows, and don’t want to face the fact that one might get trigger-happy. I tell you, it was a real treat to see old Harvel squirm.
I tapped Jane on the shoulder. Thank goodness ‘unusual’ ain’t the same thing as ‘illegal,’ right, hon?
I winked at her and nodded at Harvel, who hadn’t moved an inch and still had his hands flat on the counter. I said, Harvel.
I said, "Women are citizens just like you men. We’ve got the right to bear arms just like y’all, don’t we? Unless you boys have gone and changed the Constitution of the United States of America when I wasn’t paying attention. It is legal for a woman to buy bullets, isn’t it?" I jerked my head toward the boxes behind him.
Yes, oh yes,
he said, finally turning around to the shelves behind him to pick out the two boxes Jane had asked for.
Meanwhile, I introduced myself. Jane and I had a nice little chat. She told me she had picked up some lunch for herself and the men from the moving company. After she got her bullets, she had one more stop, to buy an electric blanket. Jane had seen the weather forecast for chilly nights later in the week and realized the little thin blankets she’d used in Florida weren’t going to be enough in Tullulah, especially with fall coming on.
She told me she’d only been for a couple of short visits before deciding to buy a house here. It struck me as being a strange thing, to move someplace where you don’t have any relatives or friends. Don’t you think that’s strange? I mean, especially at Jane’s age. But that was really none of my business, so I didn’t pry.
I told her I already knew where she lived. Everybody knew. The old Hardwick place out Anisidi Road had been empty and on the market for at least a year due to its remote location and high price.
Jane told us about a big snake coming in her house that morning; that’s why she thought she better come get some bullets. One of the old geezers in the corner said, I reckon that ain’t gonna be much help against some other things in that house.
His buddies all giggled and shook like a bunch of little girls.
Don’t pay them any mind, Jane. They’re only here because the mental hospital ain’t got room for all of them right now.
The Hardwick place is kind of famous around here. It sits on the edge of the refuge, way out there by itself in the sticks, and is over a hundred and fifty years old. The Daughters of Historical Southern Heritage got it designated as an official historic site some time back. This was because the house was used as a hospital for Civil War soldiers wounded at the Battle of Cokers Branch, which happened not too far away. Bullet holes are still all over the old brick fireplaces. So, naturally, that made the house’s asking price pretty steep, too high for most folks in town.
Jane said she liked it being out by itself and planned to take long walks everyday on the refuge trails that are right close to her property. Since I like to get out and walk, too, I told her I might go with her someday.
Let’s get together sometime soon,
I said.
I’d enjoy that very much,
she said as she turned to go. Please stop by anytime. So nice to meet you, Phoebe.
I told you she was a lady. Hey, listen. Hang on just a minute, Jane. Let me pay for this and then let’s walk out together.
While Harvel was ringing up the tackle box, I said to him, Before you total that up, I’d also like to purchase a box of bullets, if I may please.
I smiled at him. Mind you, I had no need of bullets myself and had never even touched a gun in all my sixty-five years. But when Jane stood up to the regime like she did, even if she didn’t know she was doing it, it was a star-spangled moment for me.
Not long before, I’d seen that home-decorating show DiDi Moody’s House of Beauty, which comes out of Florence on Wednesday mornings. DiDi said that the best room accessories are ones that have special meaning to you personally.
It was like a light went on. I went straight upstairs and got in my cedar chest where I kept such things, stuff that represented important days in my life. I took a small tablecloth that had been a wedding gift and covered a little table my granddaddy made. On top, I set my most special treasures. So see, I wanted those bullets for my table, so I’d remember Jane standing up to the Man for her rights, right here in Tullulah, Alabama, where I was an eyewitness. I had no intention to actually use the bullets. Although, when Harvel piped up, I admit a good use for them did cross my