What is it about an isolated mountain lodge, a fresh blanket of snow, and a family with too many secrets that sets our hearts racing? In the classic tradition of closed-circle mysteries, the elite family drama is nothing without the tangled web of betrayals simmering beneath polite conversation. Drawing from my own novel, Midnight in the Aravis, I’ll explore how layering loyalties and rivalries among privileged characters not only fuels tension—but keeps readers utterly gripped until the final page.
At first glance, the setting in Midnight in the Aravis—a sanctuary for the privileged nestled in snowbound French mountains—reflects perfection. Yet, like the snow outside the lodge, that surface is easily marred. When disaster strikes, it’s not only the murdered body that shocks the guests, but also the realization that everyone present is navigating their own treacherous emotional terrain.
Writing privileged families is all about duality: outward appearances of unity, inward storms of resentment and guilt. Every family member brings their own history—rivalries between siblings, old wounds from past slights, alliances that have shifted over the years. In Midnight in the Aravis, these tensions erupt as the façade breaks:
To craft real suspense, reveal secrets gradually. The reader should always sense there’s more beneath each interaction, yet never have the full picture until the story demands it. In Midnight in the Aravis, the characters’ reactions to tragedy—spoken in native tongues, expressed in fleeting gestures—suggest buried guilt or fear, keeping the reader guessing about who (or what) is truly dangerous.
These stories resonate because they show how privilege can both protect and imprison. The very isolation that makes the lodge a sanctuary also turns it into a crucible, intensifying conflict until it bursts forth in unexpected ways. As readers, we savor the tension—not just of the whodunit, but of watching secrets unravel among those who have most to lose.
So next time you curl up with a snowbound mystery, look for the secrets lurking between well-heeled characters. It’s rarely just the murderer who’s uncovered—it’s the family itself, laid bare beneath the ice.