Published March 15, 2023 by Shadowpaw Press Reprise
Curiosity Kills the Cat but Benefits the Writer
by Martine Noël-Maw
The sanatorium, named Fort San, had opened its doors in 1917. The institution resembled a village, with many pavilions scattered in the valley along the lake shore. It included a nurses' residence, a visitor lodge, doctors and employees’ homes, and even a one-room school, a theatre and a library. It was even equipped with its own radio station, thanks to the ingenuity of some patients that had a lot of time on their hands. It would broadcast original programming performed by patients.
Maybe it is the location of the sanatorium, isolated in the fold of the hills, which contributed to its aura of mystery. According to many people, “The San” as it was familiarly called, was host to many ghosts. I heard numerous stories, starting with one from my neighbour, a respectable mother of three, who had stayed at The San, after it was converted into the Echo Valley Conference Centre. She was the sole occupant of a room with two single beds. One night, she got up to go to the bathroom and when she came back to her room, she was shocked to see a little boy dressed as a cowboy, including boots, hat and fake revolvers, sitting on the bed next to hers.
Around the same time, a friend of mine attended a conference at The San with a group of college students. Someone took a picture of her and two of her classmates. The picture is very good but also very spooky: the student sitting next to my friend, a girl in her early twenties, looks like a 90-year-old woman, with a wrinkly face and scruffy white hair... I saw the picture and it sent shivers down my spine.
The most famous ghost story related to The San is the one of Nurse Jane. According to some sources, the young woman would have hung herself from a tree, in front of the nurses’ residence. According to others, she hung herself in a bathroom located on the third floor of the children’s pavilion. What is really intriguing is the fact that, according to many, children could see her at the window. A witness told me that in the morning, they would wave at her ghostly figure as they were walking to school.
Being a French literature graduate and having grown up with a ghost in my living room, I have always been interested in that kind of story. So, the day my boyfriend took me to Fort San, after I walk the grounds of this mythical site, I told him: “This is it! I know what my first novel is going to be about.” That visit triggered my curiosity like nothing before. It launched me on a research journey that lasted nearly five years. My first novel, Dans le pli des collines was published in 2004. It became an award-winning book and was published in English in 2013 under the title In the Fold of the Hills (Ekstatis Editions of Victoria, British Columbia). The book is still taught in college, and I am always happy whenever a ghost-lover reader reaches out to me.
What set me on the path to becoming a professional writer is my insatiable curiosity. And I didn’t stop with that first book. Since then, I have spent years researching characters like Will James and Louis Riel. I even embarked on two walks on the Camino de Santiago, in Spain, to write the story of a pilgrim. All this to say that although curiosity may be bad for cats, it has given me the gift of a very rewarding and fulfilling career. As I write these lines, I am anxious to find out where my curiosity will take me next.
© Martine Noël-Maw 2023
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