Since the first of my memoirs (The Beekeeper’s Apprentice) was published in 1994, I have been in debate—with my literary agent, Ms King; with myself; and most of all, with my husband—over the boundaries between a public life and one’s need for privacy. I understand that many prominent individuals bitterly regret ever opening up their lives to others, however, this has not been my overall experience. Granted, there have been exceptions (for example, those described in “My Story,” which bears the subtitle, “The Case of the Ravening Sherlockians”) but apart from those, most of those who read my Memoirs have proved respectful of an old woman’s unwillingness to open her entrails to public scrutiny.
Thus, as I said in my last post, the trust this has engendered brought me to reciprocate, and give over to Ms King a manuscript I had formerly withheld. It concerns the marriage ceremony between Holmes and myself, in the spring of 1921, to which in the past I had made but the vaguest of references.
“The Marriage of Mary Russell” (Holmes was quite willing for his name to be left out) is available as an electronic short story today, on one’s from Kindle (http://www NULL.amazon NULL.com/The-Marriage-Mary-Russell-featuring-ebook/dp/B01BRFLLPE) or Nook (http://www NULL.barnesandnoble NULL.com/w/the-marriage-of-mary-russell-laurie-r-king/1123424496), with the British edition soon to come. And, possibly, a paper version towards the end of the year.