by Janis Patterson
Not too long ago a writer friend posted that she was having
trouble figuring out how to poison a character. Nothing seemed to work, either
through symptoms (she wanted the character to live), or availability, or treatment.
A bunch of us replied, trying to help find a substance that
would fit her story's parameters. I contributed, reeling off a list of
reasonably available poisons as well as their symptoms and antidotes. From
memory.
I was sort of shocked. Yes, I've known for years that there
is a lot of really weird knowledge tucked here and there in the messy storage
of my brain, but for the first time it really hit me that I really do know this
stuff to a frightening degree. Of course, anyone could look it up either at the
library or on the internet, but to be able to rattle it all off from memory...
it shook me.
Now I'm really rather a good person. I don't kick puppies,
kittens or children (with one notable exception, but the animal torturing
little brat totally deserved it!) ; I obey the law and take my fair turn at a 4
way stop sign; I recycle and give to charity. But I also know how to eliminate
scores of people without even thinking hard. What on earth is St. Peter going
to say - assuming, of course, that I get that far.
Which brings up another question: going on the assumption that
I never commit a criminal act with my rather esoteric knowledge, what if
someone reads my book and uses it as a blueprint to commit a crime? A real one?
Does that make me some sort of accessory before the fact? While the idea is admittedly
a stretching of probability, even if I were innocent in the eyes of the court,
I don't think I would be innocent in the eyes of my own honor. Yes, the
murderer could have just gone to the library or internet to do his research,
but why should he do so much work when I've laid it all out predigested for
him?
I can hear some of you scoffing now, saying I'm too
sensitive and other, probably more unattractive epithets, but this is my mind
and heart and sense of ethics we're talking about. However, I love writing
mysteries and have no intention of giving it up.
So, I take refuge in following the footsteps of some of my
betters and cheat. I use exotic poisons and poisons you can find in your
kitchen cabinet now. I describe the symptoms and the dosages... but not all of the
process. I always leave a little something out. People will always kill other
people, but not with my help. If they want to poison someone, let them do the
work on finding out. Leave me out of it. I'm just a storyteller.










