Monday, September 21

A Message from Author Margaret Maron

After posting about the orb weaver spider, I sent an email to the author of the book, and here is her response:

"What a delightful letter to find in my mailbox this morning. I enjoyed reading what you'd written about my favorite spider. The "bouncing" occurs when the spider thinks a prey that is too big to handle has gotten onto her web. Usually a few bounces will shake the too-big grasshopper loose. As long as you don't actually breathe on her or vibrate the web, you can get close enough to count the hairs on her legs if you like. As you've discovered, she's very timid.

And why do I keep calling it "her" and "she"? Because this time of year, only females are on a web. Here's how you can tell the sexes of every spider: See the pedipalps that extend from her "forehead" like an extra pair of stubby legs? If they are straight, it's a female. If they are clubbed at the end, it's a male. When the male matures, he spins a little web, deposits his sperm on it, sucks it up in his pedipalps and goes looking for a female. I may have put this all in the book. If so, forgive the repitition. I've stayed up many a night to watch the egg-laying process, which occurs only at night and after she's so swollen you want to give her a C-section.

Anyhow, for your amusement, I'm appending my 9/21/08 entry from my website blog."

All best,

Margaret Maron

Part of the joy — and sometimes part of the curse — of being a writer is the way we experience things doubly. By this, I mean that even as we’re living in the moment, there’s some small part of us that stands half a step back, coolly taking notes, observing precisely how it is, how it feels, when our hearts are breaking or swelling with love and pride for those nearest and dearest. Directly or indirectly, everything is grist for our mills. Some of it is conscious, much of it is subconscious, but when the time comes to write the scene, we have that observer’s notes to draw from. We can happily waste hours on less serious things, too, knowing that somewhere down the line, those hours will find their way through our fingers to the keyboard and onto a printed page.

Except when it doesn’t.

Example: When I first started planning Last Lessons of Summer, a stand-alone book that came out in 2003, I though I would finally be able to use some of the interesting lore I’d picked up from my hours and hours of watching spiders.

Spiders?

Yeah, yeah, I know. Creepy crawly yucky creatures. The stuff of nightmares. One of the two reasons, according to the old joke, God invented men. (To move heavy furniture and kill spiders.) Remember those old Grade B movies where the heroine is menaced by huge hairy tarantulas? Remember Manhattan and how freaked Diane Keaton was by that spider in her shower?

Well, forget them. Those were not the spiders I wanted to write about. No, mine is the elegant black-and-yellow argiope, aka, appropriately enough, the common writing spider because of her habit of “writing” Zs down the center of her web. Unlike her free-ranging hunter cousins, the argiope is an orb weaver and she pretty much stays on it unless frightened off by bumbling humans. She doesn’t seem to hear very well and she’s so near-sighted that an observer can get nose-to-nose with her.

So how can she survive, hanging upside there in the center of her web, half blind, nearly deaf?

Once I got past my arachnophobia, I saw that each of her eight legs was poised against a ray that ran from the center of the web out to its edges. When something flew or fell into those sticky strands, she instantly oriented herself toward it. If the insect struggled to free itself, she was on it in a heartbeat, wrapping it neatly in a band of silk a half inch wide before giving it the kiss of death.

But what really fascinated me was when she became sexually mature in late summer and attracted the attention of a male argiope. I watched the whole courtship with voyeuristic interest and took so many rolls of film, I felt like a PI gathering evidence for a divorce court. Arachnids don’t make love like you and me. Nor do they mate like mammals. I won’t go into the details here—this is after all, a PG-rated page. Suffice it to say that pheromones dictate the action, and action there is.

According to the field guide I was using, “Argiopes do not necessarily eat the male after mating.” Not true. If he escapes with his life, it’s not for lack of trying on her part. The most horrifying session came when the smaller male slipped under her and deposited his sperm in her gonopore. She instantly closed on him, but he managed to drop to the edge of the web. Only six legs were left intact though, and the two he’d left behind were hardly enough to satisfy her ravening appetite.

In the most grisly display of cold-blooded determination I have ever seen, she now began to pluck the rays of her web to discover where he was cowering. “Here, dear? On this one?” She plucked another. “Are you here, my darling? No? What about—ah! There you are!”

Before the poor dazed male could gather his wits and flee, she was on him. A moment later, he became her first post-coital meal, protein for the eggs that would soon be swelling inside her.

It seemed to me that the things I’d learned about spiders would admirably suit my new book about a young New York publisher who comes down to North Carolina to clean out the house where her mother committed suicide years ago, and where her grandmother was murdered only three months earlier. I would make the mother an amateur naturalist and lend her my journals. The spider actions would parallel those of the amoral grandmother. Two thirds of the way through though, I finally admitted to myself that it wasn’t working.

No matter how much I wrenched them, there was no way that the spider’s acts would resonate with the grandmother’s. Reluctantly, I deleted all the arachnid sex and violence.

There was enough of the human kind left, of course.

All the same . . . hey! Wanna see some dirty pictures?"
By Margaret Maron - 2009

11 comments:

Gilly said...

I'm off to find Margaret Maron's website! she sounds such an interesting lady. How many people today would spend time watching a spider? And then write so interestingly about it?

Judy, you get me off along all sorts of interesting tracks!

Arkansas Patti said...

Absolutely and totally facinating. She is really good. I too am off to check out her site. Thanks so much.

Granny Annie said...

Judy, you've done it again! Thanks for introducing this great subject and this great author! No telling what you'll do next.

Greta said...

Very interesting! Your photo, etc., her comments, etc.

The next time my head gets caught in a "Carolina hairnet", I'll check on the spider's gender!

PI said...

What a lady - she'd even get me interested in spiders. BTW the following quote is, IMO equally true of the actor.

"Part of the joy — and sometimes part of the curse — of being a writer is the way we experience things doubly. By this, I mean that even as we’re living in the moment, there’s some small part of us that stands half a step back, coolly taking notes, observing precisely how it is, how it feels, when our hearts are breaking or swelling with love and pride for those nearest and dearest. Directly or indirectly, everything is grist for our mills."

robin andrea said...

Anyone who can spend hours watching spiders is my kind of writer. I am definitely going to order her book at my local library.

utenzi said...

I really enjoy Maron's books and it's gratifying to see that her sense of humor is marvelous and that she appreciates spiders in all their nasty glory. Thanks, Judy!

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

How WONDERFUL that she wrote you, Judy....To have that much interest in Spiders and that much knowledge, too---(WOW! Staying up till all hours of the morning to watch them....Brava to her...)
Thanks for all this!

Shiny Rod said...

Thank you Kenju and Margaret. Now I know why I have a spider hanging around my front door.

tiff said...

Even the thought of possibly grisly sex scene won't get me close than 3 feet to a spider.

*shudder*

Evil Twin's Wife said...

Wow, how cool that she took the time to write to you and give you so much information. I'm definitely a fan of her stuff now!