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In this interview, we take a closer look at Day Randall. Be prepared for weird, quirky and fun guest post from the author!
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The Old woman who tended the vegetable gardens. Val became Day’s surrogate mother. She taught Day to take photographs and develop film in a darkroom. The Randall family was eventually thrown out of the commune because Sheila kept having sex with other men. Val gave Day her camera as a parting gift.
Because of her parents’ wandering, Day attended sixteen different schools and needed an extra year to finish high school. She attended the same school in Corvallis for her junior and senior years. Her parents moved on long before she graduated. Fortunately, the parents of a school friend took her in. After that, she saw John and Sheila only twice more and eventually lost touch with them.
She began having bipolar episodes in late adolescence.
During manic phases Day furiously shot photographs. She wangled access to darkrooms where she had no right to be. She promised photos to people in exchange for photography supplies or food or a place to crash or (once) a Toyota Corolla with sixty thousand miles on the odometer. She promised far more than she could deliver. Her judgment impaired by mania, she became involved with dangerous people, and almost got killed once trying to rescue a teenage prostitute.
When the mania burned itself out and the inevitable depression followed, she holed up where nobody could find her. Much of the time she slept in her car.
She arrived in Boulder at a low point in her life. She was thirty-six years old and going nowhere. Exhausted by increasingly violent mood swings, she thought about suicide. Not for the first time.
She met Odette Helm in a department store. A security guard grabbed her as she was slipping a pair of sunglasses into her pocket. She protested that she was going to pay for them. Odette was nearby, watching the confrontation. She strolled over and casually asked Day, “So did you find anything you like?” as if they knew each other.
Day caught on. “He thinks I’m trying to rip them off.”
Odette explained that she intended to pay for the sunglasses. Although he knew it was a lie, the guard noted Odette’s $2,000 designer handbag and let the theft slide.
Day lived with Odette and her husband Stuart for several months, long enough to realize that Odette was trapped in a miserable marriage to a husband who wanted to control every breath she took. The oppressive atmosphere of the Storm household became too much. Day found somewhere else to crash. Not long afterward she submitted her photographs for an exhibit by local artists at the Museum of the Rockies and struck up a friendship with the assistant curator, Kelly Durrell.
Soon after that she moved in with Kelly. She’d stayed longer in Boulder than anywhere since her high school days in Corvallis, and she began to hope that her wandering was over at last.
About the Books
There’s plenty of room for another grave in the mountains . . .
Talented but unstable photographer Day Randall has been living rent-free in Kelly Durrell’s Colorado condo for eight months. Day needs someone to keep an eye on her. Kelly needs someone to draw her out of her stable but not spectacular life. The arrangement works for both of them.
Then Kelly comes home one day to find Day gone. There’s no note, no phone call. Day’s car is still parked out front, but her room is starkly, suspiciously spotless.
No one seems to care. The police certainly aren’t interested in a missing bipolar artist, but Kelly knows something is wrong. Day wouldn’t just leave.
Alone, Kelly traces Day’s last steps through shadowy back rooms of Boulder nightclubs and to a remote mountain estate, where the wealthy protect themselves behind electric fences and armed guards. Along the way, she uncovers a sinister underworld lying just below the mountain snow, and a group of powerful people who will do anything to protect the secrets hidden in Day’s enigmatic photographs.
If she trusts the wrong person, Kelly herself will be the next to disappear.
“. . . tight, compelling, and convincing writing that is also witty and insightful.”
— Jon A. Jackson, author of Hit on the House and No Man’s Dog
“I couldn’t put this novel down. Darkroom is suspenseful and beautifully written. Kelly Durrell is a deftly-drawn, intelligent, and likable heroine.”
— Daiva Markelis, author of White Field, Black Sheep: A Lithuanian-American Life
“. . . unexpected plot twists and suspenseful action. The murder mystery is dark and menacing, and the characters are multi-faceted.”
— RT Source
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Mary Maddox is a horror and dark fantasy novelist with what The Charleston Times-Courier calls a “Ray Bradbury-like gift for deft, deep-shadowed description.” Born in Soldiers Summit, high in the mountains of Utah, Maddox graduated with honors in creative writing from Knox College, and went on to earn an MFA from the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She taught writing at Eastern Illinois University and has published stories in various journals, including Yellow Silk, Farmer’s Market, The Scream Online, and The Huffington Post. The Illinois Arts Council has honored her fiction with a Literary Award and an Artist’s Grant.