It is always a good omen if one gets a mention in that most intellectual of newspapers, The Guardian, even if it is contained in the Quick Crossword, as on the 20th May when the clue to 23 Across was “Excellent: 3,5”.
After several hours of puzzling and a phone call to my old friend Colin Dexter (who has some experience of crosswords), the answer became clear: Top Notch, and the reason this was an omen was because that was the very day in which we here at Top Notch Thrillers finalised the legal details (no agents were hurt in the process, though it was close) on the next four titles by the imprint which protects and promotes “Great British thrillers which do not deserve to be forgotten”.
The July tranche of print-on-demand Top Notch Thrillers (full details of which will appear on the website www.ostarapublishing.co.uk) will be: Black Camelot by Duncan Kyle, the pen-name of former CWA Chairman John Broxholme; Francis Clifford’s The Grosvenor Square Goodbye, which won the CWA Silver Dagger in 1974; The Young Man from Lima by John Blackburn, a sadly neglected master of the macabre who combined the detective story with the spy story and added a touch of gothic horror and science fiction for good measure (and once described as ‘the literary link’ between Dennis Wheatley and James Herbert); and Watcher in the Shadows by Geoffrey Household, author of the legendary Rogue Male and fans of that classic will not be disappointed by Watcher, which one distinguished critic has described as “Gunfight at the OK Corral transposed to St Mary Mead.”
It is entirely possible that you may hear more of these splendid titles, which should all grace the private libraries of any serious reader of crime thriller fiction, before they are released on to the market in July.
My good friend the award-winning historical-mystery writer Ariana Franklin is determined to make my life as confusing as possible.
Well, actually, it is not so much her
as the titles of her excellent Mistress
of the Art Death series of 12th
Century mysteries, which I
suspect she probably finds just as perplexing as I do. For some reason,
enormously popular American editions of her books have different titles
Now comes the fourth Adelia Aguilar mystery
(she is the ‘Mistress of the Art of Death’
– a doctor and prototype pathologist
as well as a prototype feminist) which in the
I feel positively churlish about carping at this (I don’t really) as both titles are totally apt: there is a procession – a journey from England to Sicily in 1178 – with several murders along the way, and one of the people on that journey is an assassin, who (the reader knows) prays to a very peculiar god, so both titles actually work.
And whatever it is called, The Assassin’s Prayer/A Murderous Procession is a fabulous feast of a historical thriller with Franklin once again showing off her knowledge of all things medieval but in straightforward, clear modern English and never over-egging the pudding by putting her research before her characters, who are genuinely and humanely drawn.
Unlike Ariana Franklin, I have never won the Ellis Peters Award for Historical Fiction; nor have I ever been awarded, as many crime writers have, an honorary doctorate, not that I am in any way bitter.
In fact I am delighted to see my old friend Margaret Maron so honoured recently by the University of North Carolina and only bitter over the fact that I could not be there to join in the celebrations, for Mrs Maron, a naturally witty and charming person is deadly serious (and very generous) about her interpretation of the phrase “Southern hospitality”.
A leading light in the Sisters In Crime organisation and the Mystery Writers of America (both of which I was once a member of, until discovered), Margaret Maron has penned two distinct series of mysteries, the earlier one featuring New York cop Sigrid Harald and the more recent, Carolina-based, series about Judge Deborah Knott, both of which I recommend most highly.
always admired publisher Severn House for resisting the fashionable
Best known for her Georgian mysteries set in the 18th Century featuring John Rawlings, Deryn Lake has flash-forwarded into the present day and created, in The Mills of God, a new detective in the shape of the Rev. Nick Lawrence, a trendy young vicar in a sleepy Sussex village.
Similarly, Adrian Magson is probably best known for his Riley and Palmer series (she an intrepid reporter, he an ex-MP), but he also launches a new series this summer with Red Station, a thriller featuring MI5 officer Harry Tate plunged into the labyrinthine politics of eastern Europe.
Severn House can count it a coup that they have landed the long-awaited, much talked-of ‘Brighton Trilogy’ by that cosmopolitan man of letters Mr Peter Guttridge, who pens the film column (whilst practising vinyasa yoga) for this august organ.
City of Dreadful Night, the first volume in the trilogy will be published in August, and marks a turning to the dark side for the author, as Peter Guttridge whose previous fiction has been in the field of comedy. In fact for many years his books carried the label The King of Comic Crime and I had to read no further than that before I began to smile.
On the more ‘exotic’ import scene, Severn House have already received many plaudits for their championing of American author Gar Anthony Haywood (Cemetery Road in 2009) and now welcome to their lists another ace practitioner of the hardboiled private eye novel, Robert Randisi.
Randisi’s new thriller, I’m A
Fool To Kill You, appears in September and follows
formula of mixing a fictional crime with a cast of real characters. And
cast! This time the centre of attention is
Before then – next month in fact –
House publishes The
Masuda Affair by I. J. Parker, which is the seventh
in a series but, I believe, the first to have crossed the
This series is new to me but sounds to be a must for the many dedicated fans who remember the ‘Judge Dee’ mysteries of Robert Van Gulik.
latest recruit to the new MaxCrime imprint is the shy and retiring
Italian noirista Barbara Baraldi
with her debut
novel set in
The book, which is out now, is not only edited by MaxCrime supremo Maxim Jakubowski, but also blurbed by him with the quote: ‘An unholy and thrilling cross between the bloody imagination of Dario Argento and the seductive perversity of the female mind...’
However much of “an unforgettable gothic journey” the book turns out to be, I am confident that it has been supremely well translated by Judith Forshaw, who is the wife of that urbane polyglot, Professor Barry Forshaw.
Even when I was writing my cult-classic Boudica and the Lost Roman (which was famously disqualified from the Ellis Peters Awards for ‘not having enough crime’), I knew I was not the only crime-writer who had been inspired by the uprising of that tribal queen against the Romans in the year AD60 or thereabouts. There is no doubt that this Iron Age Delia Smith character and her native troops to seriously scared Nero’s Roman empire as they destroyed the growing townships of Colchester and (what is now) St Albans, along with an undistinguished lawless, Dodge City of a trading post now called London.
Manda Scott, of course, turned the story into a four-book trilogy; Brian Cooper (creator of the Tench and Lubbock detective series) tried a revisionist history under the pen name Richard Hunt; M. J.Trow (author of the hysterical ‘Lestrade’ series) stuck with a more conventional archaeological approach; and that brilliant auteur of the spy story, Anthony Price, penned the best short story ever in The Boudicca Killing for Winter’s Crimes #11 in 1979.
But I was unaware until recently that The War Queen, telling the story of ‘Boadicea and the Spring of terror that decided the fate of Roman Britain’ had been written in 1967 by John Franklin Broxholme, who was to become slightly better known in 1970 when he emerged as best-selling thriller writer Duncan Kyle.
Later to become Chairman of the Crime
Writers Association, Kyle (who also wrote as James Meldrum) authored A
Cage of Ice, A Raft of Swords and Green River High, among others,
which put him firmly in the Alistair Maclean bracket. He is pictured
below on a
Queen is interesting in several
ways, for it shows all the Kyle trademarks for research and a plot
the move, as well as John Broxholme’s affection for his
Legend has it that Creasey, founder of the
Crime Writers Association, once offered to promote the genre by placing
in a shop window of Selfridge’s
Duncan Kyle is, of course, the author of that great thriller Black Camelot, which is about to be re-issued print-on-demand by that magnificent imprint Top Notch Thrillers; though I may have mentioned this already.
The winds of recession may be cutting publishers to the quick – or at least that’s what they always tell me when I send in a manuscript – but new imprints seem to be springing up everywhere and two new names (at least new to me) on the Grub Street crime block have appeared in the last few weeks.
I may be wrong, but although Portobello books have been around for five years now, The Room and the Chair by Washington Post journalist Lorraine Adams seems to be their first title to be marketed as a thriller. It does seem, however, to be clearly a “literary thriller” which means I will probably not understand it.
Windmill Books, part of the Random House Group, has certainly published in the crime/thriller field before now, but their new big-hitter is the magnificent James Ellroy with the paperback edition of his monumental Blood’s A Rover.
Windmill will also be issuing the other two parts of Ellroy’s visceral ‘Underworld USA’ trilogy: the outstanding American Tabloid from 1995 (was it really that long ago?) and The Cold Six Thousand from 2001.
positively green with envy when I read of the plans for next
year’s Left Coast
Crime Convention (www.leftcoastcrime.org)
due to take place in
I believe the main convention hotel is already fully booked, even though the event is not until March 2011, and ‘overspill’ hotels are being pressed into service. I am not surprised that this is proving a popular venue, for it is not only an area of historic and archaeological importance, an important artistic centre and a cultural crossroad, but it also provided the setting for the brilliant ‘Navajo’ series of mysteries by the late, great Tony Hillerman as well as a personal favourite of mine, though less well-known in the UK, the ‘Joshua Croft’ private eye novels by my old friend and fellow boulevardier Walter Satterthwait.
I seem to remember that Martin Cruz Smith,
who has a new Arkady Renko mystery out later this year, set one of his
recently discovered that there are now more
than four television channels in
Whilst trawling the airwaves the other night trying to find the 24-hour Heartbeat channel, I discovered a station called, I believe, Five USA which only shows programmes from the colonies.
One of these caught my eye – and jolly it
good was too – called Justified
and concerns a tough
be delighted to see one of David Hewson’s early thrillers Semana Santa
back in print, republished by Macmillan in November, although the title
been changed to Death
of spooky settings, few places have had a higher body count in crime
recent years than the American state of
In Rob Smith’s new (debut?) thriller 15 Miles, which I am delighted to see is published under the legendary Gollancz imprint, life there seems as hazardous as ever if you are a State Trooper or a homicide detective.
Detective ‘Sailor’ Doyle, a vice cop
ways than one (he has a mistress, an alcohol problem and enjoys abusing
pharmaceutical products), but is now assigned to his first homicide
it’s a lulu. A rural farmstead, 15 miles south of
This is not a book for animal lovers, or animal-haters for that matter (a grim family of religious snake-handlers own the neighbouring farm), as our pill-popping detective – who also starts getting psychic messages – bumbles his way around the convoluted crime scene.
15 Miles is an ingenious mix of American Gothic horror story and forensic investigation, with plot undertones of terrorism and weapons of mass destruction or at least the fear of them, which rattles along at a great pace. Even if the central character seems unsympathetic and almost permanently off-his-head, Rob Smith proves himself a master of the macabre.
His style reminds me of that great British
thriller writer John Blackburn, who blended the detective story with
thriller and the horror story in a rare but exciting combination.
tastes lean towards cosier crime stories of the ‘Mayhem
Now she celebrates a new series with The Hangman’s Row Enquiry (Berkeley Prime Crime) with a starring role for one of her established characters, the “stroppy as ever” Ivy Beasley, now in ‘assisted living’ but always on hand to investigate when a fellow villager is found fatally stabbed with a bread knife.
Dare one say – as one of the characters does – that “you’ve been reading too much Agatha Christie”? Well you wouldn’t say it to the fearsome Ivy Beasley, at least not to her face.
Although Ann Purser’s work is probably
better known in the
And thinking about it, how about a series of rural English murder mysteries based on counties: Safe in Suffolk, Murder in Middlesex, Bombings in Bedfordshire, Hatred in Hampshire, Death in Dorset, etc., etc.? The idea is available on receipt of the usual fee.
And speaking of the annual reunion of the alumni of St Heffer’s (the only university college solely dedicated to the teaching of crime fiction) on 15th July, I look forward to sharing a place at High Table with the charming L.C. (Len) Tyler, so that he can tell me all about his new novel The Herring in the Library which is due out this summer.
It is, unbelievably, 21 years and 20 novels since Roman private eye Marcus Didius Falco saw a girl wearing far too many clothes tripping lightly across the Forum.
Lindsey Davis’ marvellous creation is back
and back on home turf – in Nemesis (Century),
disappearances and murder in and around the
If, however, you have no idea of whom I speak (shame on you!), then fear not for to accompany Falco’s 21st outing, Century have produced an absolutely stunning compendium to all this first-century Roman stuff and to the lad himself. Falco: The Official Companion is a guide to Lindsey Davis’ enormously popular books and the researching and writing of them. Aside from invaluable historical insights, some great photographs and some brilliant maps, the Companion also gives some useful tips to budding authors and particularly on the tendency of publishers to plead with authors to supply “a specially youthful photograph”, as below...
Lindsey may well be tempted to share her
experiences with her loyal fans in September, when she appears at the
Among other notable names from the world of
crime fiction scheduled to attend the
I must not fail to mention that one of the
stellar guests at
merry month of May was particularly merry over in
Meanwhile, in Ken Bruen’s latest, The
Devil (Transworld), Galway PI Jack Taylor tries to fly to the
Given that Ken, whose novels are not so
much novels as noir blank verse poems, is “
Writing partnerships in crime fiction are far from unknown, in fact some such as Ellery Queen and Nicci French are world famous, but mother-and-daughter writing teams are still, I think, fairly rare.
There is no doubt that the duo behind the name P.J. Tracy – P.J. Lambrecht and daughter Traci – have hit a winning formula, ever since their debut thriller Want To Play? was championed by that other famous couple: Richard and Judy.
Their latest, Play
to Kill, is now out
from those perky Penguin people; though for some reason the
book’s title in
I have just treated myself by reading an advance proof of the new Reginald Hill novel a month before it is made available to the common reader by publishers HarperCollins – and what a treat it was.
The Woodcutter is not, I have to say, part of the legendary Dalziel & Pascoe series, nor even an addition to the Joe Sixsmith canon, being what in publisher’s parlance is probably referred to as a ‘stand-alone thriller’. And if anyone thinks this is a new departure for one of English crime writing’s national treasures, then I would refer them to excellent thrillers such as The Spy’s Wife and Who Guards A Prince which Reg was writing thirty years ago, not to mention one of his very first attempts at fiction, Fell of Dark, published in 1971, which made, as The Woodcutter does, full use of a wild Cumbrian setting.
Yet to call the new novel merely a ‘psychological thriller’ (as someone will) is doing it a bit of a disservice, for I think it is more of a generous slice of Greek tragedy filtered through the brothers Grim. There’s a cruelly-disfigured, one-eyed hero who has fallen from success and grace, betrayed and framed at every turn, who eventually seeks his revenge on those who (mostly women) have stitched him up. The odds are so stacked against our Cyclops that it comes as a bit of shock to find he can be a cold-blooded killer – the axe being his weapon of choice – when he needs to be. And that is by no means the only shock in a plot which traps the reader as successfully as any labyrinth designed by Daedalus for King Minos.
Unlike the majority of reviewers, Reg Hill shows off his erudition and love of language, without ever being preachy. One character complains of “Ciceronican skills” and another apologises for being “unnecessarily periphrostic” (though I’m buggered if I know why they used two words when six would have done) and I am indebted to him for teaching me the Cumbrian(?) word “lonning” which I had not come across before. There are also some good jokes about the Scots and a lovely piece of observational comedy: a roadside greasy-spoon transport cafe called The Even Fatter Duck.
Even the epigraphs chosen to head the
various sections of the book are a class act and for readers whose
French may be a little rusty, he kindly supplies translations. He also
quotes from Dickens and Wordsworth and, I am delighted to say, that
admired academic and exquisite translator of Scandinavian folk tales,
I have long maintained that
Whilst eagerly devouring every word in the new Simon & Schuster catalogue, as one does, I came across a new novel scheduled for August in the Pocket Books imprint, Bad Girls by ‘Rebecca Chance’.
Little seems to be known of Rebecca Chance,
or at least little is divulged apart from the fact the she lives in
Now I know my eyesight is failing and perhaps my memory too, but this author picture does ring a bell. Could ‘Rebecca Chance’ possibly be the irritatingly talented Lauren Henderson who burst on to the crime fiction scene 15 years ago with the brilliant Dead White Female? I think we should be told.
I do hope Lauren did not have to change her literary career and her writing name following her appearance some years ago in the cabaret panel game I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluedo which I used to host (in front of selected audiences, wedding receptions and bar mitzvahs ). Lauren gamely stepped in as one of the mystery guests in the ever-popular “Guess the Crime Writer” round where the blindfolded contestants had to identify a crime-writer by touch alone.
I’m sure she’s got over that by now.
Regular readers will not mind me reminding them of something they heard here first. It is something I do as a matter of duty; it gives me no pleasure and I do it reluctantly – though quite often, it seems.
For 2009, this column’s First
Shot Award for a debut novel went
unanimously to Stuart Neville’s The Twelve, which I believe is
This excellent, hard-as-nails revenge thriller is now available in an attractive paperback from Vintage, but oddly, this new edition makes no mention of the prestigious First Shot, preferring instead to point out that the book won the crime/thriller category of the recent Los Angeles Times Book Awards.
I am assuming (without wishing to jinx its chances) that even though first published almost a year ago, The Twelve will be a very strong contender for the 2010 Crime Writers’ Association’s John Creasey (New Blood) Award, if not a Gold or a Steel Dagger, or perhaps all of them. And even as I write, those charming publishers Harvill Secker present me with a proof copy of Collusion, Stuart Neville’s “blistering” sequel to The Twelve, which will be released to mere mortals in September.
And another thing. The recently announced shortlist for the CWA Short Story Dagger contains no less than six stories (out of seven nominees) taken from the anthology Thriller 2 – an absolutely remarkable hit-rate from a single collection – which UK readers first encountered in this very column in August 2009.
And speaking of awards, I hear that Colin
Bateman won the Last Laugh Award at Crimefest
As an archaeologist, I made several quite interesting discoveries out in the field: many a coin, funeral urns, an entire Roman road and of course, with my crime-writing instincts, plenty of bodies – all of which I named after fictional detectives. (Below is “Inspector Morse”).
I cannot claim to have discovered anything as important as Noah’s Ark, conveniently berthed in a glacier on top of a mountain in Armenia (or Cappadocia depending on how up to date your atlas is), yet this is the very plot nub of a new thriller from Sphere (and the clue is in the title): The Noah’s Ark Quest by Boyd Morrison. It is a book which comes to reviewers in one of the most elaborate promotional packages I have ever seen, complete with its own ‘newspaper’.
And if that was not enough, the dedicated marketing team at Sphere began to send follow-up emails giving references to the actual discovery of Noah’s Ark by a team of “Evangelical Chinese Explorers” (I am not making this up) as reported by the Sun, the Daily Mail and on Fox News.
With such impeccable academic references, the story must surely be true and Boyd Morrison’s novel a perfectly timed piece of fiction.
often asked why I always refer to the editor of this steadily expanding
as Mike ‘
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