My admiration for the reading capacity of Lee Child and his generosity when it comes to other authors’ books is well-known.
I had hope to climax my own meagre crime-writing career with a cover-quote from Lee on the paperback of my last novel Angels Unaware and indeed, Lee had already provided me with a “blurb” which said: The best book I have ever read – Lee Child.
To be scrupulously accurate, Lee’s quote was “The best book I have ever read. This year. Written by Mike Ripley”. But I am sure he would forgive my shortening it, purely for environmental reasons, as one should never waste ink.
Sadly, after obtaining my first Lee Child endorsement in 18 novels, my publishers inform me that they have cancelled the paperback edition scheduled for September, so now no one will ever see Lee’s glowing endorsement.
Naturally I am distraught and must now find a way to replace not only the substantial income which crime writing provides, but all its attendant and generous expenses and allowances. This will not be easy in the current economic climate and it seems that my only option will be to become a Member of Parliament.
a pleasure to suffer the long and uncomfortable journey up to
At a private lunch organised by his
publisher Orion for important critics and reviewers, and Barry Forshaw,
fascinated to learn from Tom (real name Tim) that the plot of Warning
Bell with its back-story of the wartime exploits of
running secret agents into occupied France, was not only factually
had, for Tom, a close family connection. Not to give too much away, the
revolves around an old RAF launch surfacing (not literally) in
I have already warmly recommended this very well-written thriller once and I do so again, to all and sundry (especially sundry) including my fellow critics, as it harks back to a gentler, more human – dare one say “gentlemanly” these days? – school of quintessentially British thriller writing.
Over luncheon, Professor Forshaw, the editor
of a well-known encyclopaedia (and not
“an encyclopaedia salesman” as I have seen him
described), regaled us with
amusing tales of the recent Crimefest convention
This particular award seems to be a fascinating and worthy institution and I cannot think why it sounded faintly familiar.
Less than 48 hours later – with hardly enough time to supervise the annual moat cleaning at Ripster Hall – it was back to old London town where, on the edge of rolling savannahs of Regent’s Park, that jolly magnificent publisher John Murray were hosting the party of the year.
The sad part of the evening was a farewell
to JM press supremo Lucy Dixon who is to pursue her second career as a
hunter, on safari in
My picture cannot do justice to the scale of the festivities but gathered in just one of the many pavilions specially erected for the event were (left to right): Andrew Williams (author of that splendid wartime thriller The Interrogator), Mike ‘Tombstone’ Stotter, Ann Featherstone (debut author in September of the Victorian mystery Walking In Pimlico), Anna Kenny-Ginard, Mike Carlson and, of course, Professor Barry Forshaw.
announcement of the new Dan Brown novel The Lost Symbol (published in
Writing in the Daily Telegraph, Liz Hunt (no, I’ve never heard of her either) reports: The author apparently relied on gravity boots to relieve his writer’s block: hanging upside down, he says, lets him view his plots from a different perspective. Given how utterly one-dimensional they are, I don’t see why it was necessary.
Over the next three months, expect many other critics to be sharpening their claws in anticipation of Da Vinci Code 2 but they should really spare a thought for all the poor authors who have books coming out in September. Fortunately, I no longer feature among their ranks.
One reviewer already has sharp claws and used them to scratch (I am sure ineffectively) at Val McDermid. Reviewing the paperback edition of her excellent A Darker Domain, Brandon Robshaw – whom I believe is an occasional lecturer in “creative writing” for something called the Open University – starts off by saying the book is quite good...so good in his world that it is “ideal for the beach or hotel balcony”.
But then, at the end of his review in the Independent On Sunday (which used to have decent crime reviewers I seem to recall) he cannot resist a final swipe: The only drawback is that McDermid likes her heroine a bit too much. Dumpy an unglamorous on the outside but sexy and with a razor-sharp mind, DI Pirie is very much a creature of wish fulfilment.
Now that to me sounds like someone striving to fulfil a wish to be taken seriously as a “literary critic” by being as bitchy as possible.
Those perky publishers at Penguin have kindly sent me an advance copy of a new thriller by American Charles Brokaw. The pre-publication hype hails it as “a stunning adventure thriller in the bestselling style of The Da Vinci Code and Atlantis.
A book which combines all the attributes of Atlantis and The Da Vinci Code? I wonder what it could possibly be called?
This should not, however, be confused with Thomas Greanias’ new thriller The Atlantis Revelation published by Pocket Books in October.
I have been upbraided, nay scolded, by one of our colonial cousins for gloating over the fact that I was able to read a proof copy of Rennie Airth’s Dead of Winter before the book was made available to the general mass of ordinary humanity. Well, I make no apologies for continuing to gloat over the fact that I am reading – and greatly enjoying – the third “Mistress of the Art of Death” book, Relics of the Dead by Ariana Franklin, a good three months before the general public are allowed to purchase a copy.
Ariana Franklin’s inspired heroine Adelia
Aguilar is a dangerously liberated woman for 12th
Adelia’s special talents (if televised,
they really must call it
Ariana Franklin doesn’t mess around with cod Middle Ages dialogue and tells her story (and shows off her considerable knowledge of the period) in a modern, straightforward way. She is also not afraid to poke fun at Welsh stereotypes (who is?) and there is a lovely running gag about a scruffy Welsh troubadour.
I should of course point out that I am enjoying Relics of the Dead in my main residence. In my Second Home, I am actually reading the new novel by that charming – but appallingly young and talented – American, Marcus Sakey.
Already published by those perky people at
Penguin, At the
City’s Edge is an absorbing,
thriller set on the gang-infested mean streets of
In the run up to publication in July, Bantam have announced title changes to Tom Cain’s third thriller The Challenger which will now be published as Assassin, and to Swedish crime writer Johan Theorin’s Snowbound which will continue the Viking invasion of our bookshops under the title Where The Dead Lay.
I am constantly being rebuked for over-use of the word ‘legendary’ but one thriller which I think can justifiably claim that epithet is The Eiger Sanction by the reclusive and slightly mysterious American scholar and author Rodney Whitaker, better known as ‘Trevanian’. This 1972 thriller (filmed with Clint Eastwood as Dr Jonathan Hemlock, art professor and professional assassin) is beautifully reissued by Old Street Publishing.
Another legendary (there I go again) thriller with a famous film tie-in, also dating from 1972, is John Godey’s The Taking of Pelham 123, which is republished for us by Corgi in July, along with American bestseller Tess Gerritsen’s Girl Missing from 1994, marking its first publication in the UK. (It originally had the rather catchier title Peggy Sue Got Murdered.)
And although it is science rather than crime
fiction (but it gives me the chance to use
‘legendary’ again), I am delighted
that Gollancz are reissuing Philip K. Dick’s The Man In The
Awards Season is upon us, though one is tempted to ask when isn’t there an award for
going down? We’ve had the Edgars and the Agatha and the Spinetingler Awards and the Diamond
Dagger recently, plus
nominations announced for the Glass Key, the Anthony and the Macavity
And the closing date for the
I was jolly excited to be invited to a press conference at The British Library last year when the shortlists were to be revealed despite severe reservations of a potentially embarrassing situation involving some 30 years’ worth of unpaid library fines. However, I was saved all of that – and an exhausting journey from the provinces – by the consideration of my old friend Natasha Cooper, who revealed the shortlist in the society pages of The Times some days before the press conference, thus saving me the journey.
In truth it is many years since anyone sought my opinion on the Daggers, but I shall give them nonetheless and will pick with unerring kiss-of-death accuracy, six titles each for the Gold (Crime) Dagger and the Steel (Thriller) Dagger.
For the Crime Dagger, I would select: When Will There Be Good News? by Kate Atkinson (Doubleday); The Private Patient by P.D. James (Faber); The Other Half Lives by Sophie Hannah (Hodder); War Damage by Elizabeth Wilson (Serpent’s Tail); A Darker Domain by Val McDermid (Harper); and The Information Officer by Mark Mills (Harper).
For the Ian Fleming Steel Dagger: The Interrogator by Andrew Williams (John Murray) which actually has Ian Fleming as a character!; Typhoon by Charles Cumming (Michael Joseph); October Skies by Alex Scarrow (Orion); The Spies of Warsaw by Alan Furst (Weidenfeld); The Warning Bell by Tom Macauley; and The Tourist by Olen Steinhauer (Harper).
But what do I know?
With apologies to the authors mentioned above for totally scuppering any serious chance they might have had of winning.
Even though the divine Richard & Judy no longer grace our screens, their influence lingers on in the selection of “Richard & Judy Summer Reads”.
This accolade has just fallen on the new ‘Bateman’ (the Northern Irish writer previously known as Colin) novel Mystery Man and his happy publishers at Headline have rushed forward the paperback edition of the book to take advantage.
I can think of fewer jollier reads this
summer, for it is almost certainly the funniest crime novel of the
an un-named hero (a mystery bookshop proprietor) who has a least one
anal retention. There are some excruciatingly embarrassing moments,
over-ripe puns and several wonderful swipes at the crime writing
but the best gag is the title of a local history book on the building
of the Titanic in
I am totally
looking forward (as the young
people say) to this year’s reunion of the St
Heffer’s College alumni at the
annual Bodies In the Bookshop event
One of the new alumni is local author Alison Bruce, who burst on to the crime fiction scene late last year with her first novel Cambridge Blue.
But before then, Alison will be using the college grounds at St Heffer’s (Trinity Street) to launch her latest book on 18th June, only this time it’s not fiction, but biography: Billington: Victorian Executioner, published by The History Press.
As I now know (because Alison told me), James Billington
executions between 1884 and 1901. Three of
Billington's sons John,
William and Thomas followed in his footsteps and at the turn of the
century every execution in
Writing the book, says Alison, gave her “the
opportunity to explore the
stories behind the murders and the tragic consequences of being
I never miss an opportunity to visit that fine Shire of Dorset and when there, as recently, I make a point of visiting Lyme Regis and not only because I have a natural affinity with dinosaurs. The town has a fine literary reputation, most famously in modern times through the novelist John Fowles, but many years ago some of us young bucks used to holiday there, enjoying skittles, ale and crab sandwiches at The Pilot Boat Inn before setting off on a fossil hunt.
In particular I well remember my old tutor in Anglo-Saxon, Reuel Tolkein, after seven or eight pints, making us all laugh with tales of his imaginary friends (I think he called them “hobbits”) and we all agreed he really ought to write them down one day. I wonder if he ever did?
Today Lyme boasts two of my favourite second-hand bookshops. I cannot of course reveal their locations for to do so would be base commercialism, but any book lover can easily sniff them out. On my recent visit I picked up for a song two books by that disgracefully-forgotten crimemeister John Bingham: The Third Skin (his second novel, I think, from 1954) and A Fragment of Fear from 1965, which interestingly carries a very astute ‘blurb’ from none other than John le Carré: ...an example of the classic crime novel; the tension within is expressed by the tension without. In a nightmare world he handles his characters with compassion and sincerity but also alarm.
I am sure I do not have to remind the majority of my cultured and highly intelligent readers that John Bingham was the pen-name of Lord Clanmorris, John le Carré’s Section Head in MI6 – and said to be the model for George Smiley.
Mention of Smiley reminds me that there is
some excellent crime fiction on
It looks like being James Patterson’s year, but then again, when isn’t it? In September, Century will publish Alex Cross’s Trial which actually provides a back-story for Patterson’s best known character.
John Harvey, who surely holds the record for the most public appearances at conventions and literary festivals this year, tells me that his new novel Far Cry will be his 100th published book, cementing his reputation as one of the hardest working writers in crime fictiondom.
Still something of a callow youth, recently entering only his 70th year, John disguised many of his earlier works under a web of pseudonyms, though his most prolific year was possibly 1976 which alone saw the publication of: Amphetamines and Pearls, Kill Hitler, The Geranium Kiss, Sonora Slaughter, Blood Line, White Death and River of Blood.
John has also taken time off from his busy schedule to recommend the Victorian ‘Bella Wallis’ mysteries as penned by his old friend Brian Thompson who, he says, “lays bare the sexual shenanigans and hypocrisy of Victorian England.”
Those inventive people at Random House have had the charming idea of sending reviewers a copy of the first Bella Wallis mystery (Bella herself being a mystery writer in 1875) The Widow’s Secret (Vintage paperbacks) and the second adventure, The Captain’s Table (out this month in hardback from Chatto), in an attractive parcel tied neatly with red ribbon.
Top marks to the marketing department for a sensitive, appropriate and effective piece of promotion – and I never thought I’d say that about a publisher.
On a recent edition of Woman’s Hour (required listening here at Ripster Hall), the Icelandic author of two crime novels, Yrsa Siguroardottir was asked how she enjoyed being labelled the “Queen of Icelandic Crime”.
She admitted that it was an unusual title
to bear as she was “the only
After his non-fictional account of the Italian attitude to crime, The Dark Heart of Italy, Tobias Jones turns his hand to crime fiction for the first time with The Salati Case to be published by those fabulous people at Faber and Faber (so fab, they named it twice) this month.
I believe that Tobias Jones emigrated to
The Salati Case introduces private eye Castagnetti (known as ‘Casta’), who seems ripe for a series, and is cleverly written as a homage to Raymond Chandler and, more especially (I would say), to Ross Macdonald. Anyone missing Aurelio Zen as created by the late, great Michael Dibdin, could do a lot worse than discover Casta.
There are already enough new mysteries/thrillers scheduled for 2009 to provide the dedicated reader with a brand new title every single day and more titles are still to be announced as publishers’ Autumn catalogues begin to appear.
I for one am looking forward to those long, leafy evenings and there are books coming for which I have already reserved space in my To Be Read Tower. In no particular order: Megan Abbott’s Queenpin will be published this side of the Atlantic and I keenly await Aly Monroe’s second WWII spy novel Washington Shadow, as I will have already devoured the elegant Henry Porter’s new thriller The Dying Light in August and then in November, comes the much talked about Winterland by Irishman Alan Glynn.
Michael Connelly (who seems to be churning out a bestseller every six months) sends hero Harry Bosch to the Far East in 9 Dragons; Ian Rankin publishes his second life-after-Rebus novel, as yet untitled; and veterans James Lee Burke and Elmore Leonard return with, respectively, Rain Gods and Road Dogs.
But I have to admit that the title I am most keenly looking forward to in November is the British publication of Spade & Archer, the prequel to Dashiell Hammett’s 1930 classic The Maltese Falcon by American author Joe Gores, who has not only been a private investigator in San Francisco in real life, but as a writer has actually won the Japanese Maltese Falcon award.
And thinking ahead into the New Year, Weidenfeld will be publishing a new Alan Furst WWII spy novel, as yet untitled, in January 2010, for those of you who put Book Tokens on your Christmas lists.
Three men, one mission says the press release announcing the formation of something called The Curzon Group, which obviously has no room for girlies among its ranks, with the avowed intention of restoring the reputation of “the Great British thriller”.
The Curzon Group’s manifesto (it says here) “promises to end the reign of the production-line American thriller writers such as James Patterson, John Grisham and Dan Brown”.
Now that would be fighting talk, had it come from a consortium of publishing houses prepared to pool their massive marketing budgets, or indeed a national chain of bookshops announcing an end to renting shelf-space and 90% discounts. But when it comes from three authors – Matt Lynn, Martin Baker and Alan Clements – all, I believe, having published one book each, then one simply has to ask how they think they will achieve this noble aim.
They do, however, have a Patron Saint to inspire them and provide a quote for their manifesto: “The tradition of thriller writing should never be allowed to die, not least because we are better at it than anyone else in the world.”
And as their inspirational patron is none other than thrill-meister (Lord) Jeffrey Archer, they will surely succeed.
At the risk on putting The Black Spot on even more authors, I am unreliably informed that hot favourites for the Anthony Awards (presented at Boucheron in Indianapolis in October) are (Best Novel) Trigger City by Sean Chercover and (Best original paperback) Money Shot by Christa Faust, though sadly I do not believe either is published yet in the UK.
Certain other items on the Anthony’s short-list also caught my eye. Not for the first time, my good friend the millionaire playboy Prince Ali Karim is up for a “Special Service” to the genre Award even though I hear he is in the running for a Nobel Prize for services to Swedish literature, and I could not help but notice one of the books listed in the Best Cover Art section.
My first thought on seeing Death Will Get You Sober was the response: No he bloody well won’t.
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