feast of the alumni of St Heffer’s college, following the
annual reunion this
month, the loyal toast was proposed by Shots
editor Mike Tombstone Stotter, seen here seated between the two halves
married couple who write together, Michael Jacob and Daniella De
otherwise known as The Michaels Gregorio. Adjacent are crime fiction
Judith Forshaw and her husband Professor Barry, along with special
Honour Martin Feldman, the distinguished
The annual reunion of graduates of St Heffer’s is always a joyous occasion where crime writers mingle effortlessly with hundreds of their adoring readers and copies of the college’s annual report become collectors’ items.
It is a chance to catch up with old friends, such as Baroness Cohen (who writes as Janet Neel) looking remarkably refreshed after hosting a positively Lucullan feast in the House of Lords to mark her recent birthday.
was on Janet Neel’s recommendation that I sought out debut
mystery writer Emily
Winslow, an American who has wisely chosen to live in
Winslow Girl, as she will undoubtedly become known, even presented me
American edition of her first novel (for legal reasons I had not seen
I am, however, not one to shirk a challenge and I do believe that bidding is still open....
I was also lucky enough to snap a picture of the rarely-photographed Alison Bruce and one of her many admirers, showing me the cover of her new book which, also for legal reasons, I have not yet read.
Sadly, therefore, I can tell you little about her new book but I was given an excellent CD entitled The Siren, which may perhaps be connected, and which shows off the song-writing and guitar-pickling talents of Alison’s husband Jacen to great effect.
As I am unable to pass comment on Alison’s novel The Siren as I haven’t read it (yes, I know, that doesn’t usually stop me), I can certainly recommend Jacen Bruce’s “14 tracks of fact and fiction” (one of which is titled “The Siren”). It is a joyous, guitar-twanging, foot-tapping celebration of the rockabilly style of popular music, as I believe the young people call it, absolutely crammed with cultural references, many of which were not lost on me: ‘Brando in One-Eyed Jacks’, ‘make my day’, a homage to Michael Curtiz’s film Casablanca, and ‘Dimple Whisky’.
The CD packaging – they were called sleeve notes in my day – is a very professional production number and the eagle-eyed will spot some lovely mock-up pulp book covers and possibly, unless my failing eyesight betrays me, a picture of Alison Bruce, who can also be heard on backing vocals.
The Siren CD is now available absolutely everywhere (including on Amazon or via www.jacenbruce.com ) and makes for ideal nice and easy – in the best possible sense of the word – listening. I highly recommend it, played loudly out in the garden on a sunny afternoon – especially if, for legal reasons, you don’t have a book to read.
It is undeniable that
Thanks to the Shots dedicated satellite which now orbits the Earth, I am able to zoom in and bring photographic proof that the average Kiwi cannot keep his nose out of a good book even when strolling along somewhere as picturesque as Mission Bay with its stunning view out towards Rangitoto Island. Whatever could he be reading so intently?
Intrigued, I employed the latest spyware technology carried on the Shots satellite to produce a close-up of the book which gripped our beach-combing reader, who is clearly a man of taste and discernment.
I discover to my eternal shame that the genre I have always referred to as ‘vampire chick-lit’ turns out to be more properly called ‘Urban Fantasy’ (which rather begs the question as to what constitutes ‘Rural Fantasy’ – The Archers perhaps?).
Between now and December, Gollancz alone will publish 16 titles in this genre and I know other publishers will be striving to equal or exceed that output. Among my favourites, which positively roll the tongue, are: Bitten & Smitten, Fanged & Fabulous, Lady and the Vamp, and the very seasonal December title Wolfsbane and Mistletoe. (Didn’t Sir Cliff Richards do a cover version?)
It was well over a year ago that this column broke the exclusive news that there was to be a fourth ‘Jackson Brodie’ novel from multi-award winning writer Kate Atkinson, the Queen of Magic Realism – even though she dislikes that term and I am not sure I really understand it.
However, I am positive that Started Early, Took My Dog, which is published by Doubleday later this month, will be just as intelligent, as exhilarating, as outrageously funny and as successful as her When Will There Be Good News? which was my pick of the year for 2008.
I cannot claim to be the first with the news (I read it myself in the Southend Echo) that my old chum Martina Cole has gone into the music business.
Martina, one of Britain’s biggest-selling crime writers (and quite possibly the biggest) has, it is reported, established Hostage Music and signed up the modern beat combo which goes under the misleading name of Alabama 3 – misleading because the band is from London, not Alabama, and there are more than three of them.
Fans of family-based crime sagas will not be surprised at the synergy here, as one of the band’s legendary hits was the song Woke Up This Morning, which was used as the title theme to that marvellous show The Sopranos.
Martina and Hostage Music be looking to develop raw and untried talent,
put in a word for my son, Master Hendrix Ripster, and his own beat
name of American mystery writer C.J. Box first entered my befuddled
consciousness in about 2002 when Robert Hale began to publish his
featuring Joe Pickett, a
Today he is a household name in the US and likely to become one over here now that the dynamic Corvus imprint is publishing his stand-alone thrillers, including the Edgar Award-winning Blue Heaven, which I have just read at a single sitting and declare to be utterly worthy of its Edgar and the many other awards it should win on this side of the Atlantic.
The ‘Blue Heaven’ in question refers to an area of North Idaho now being populated by ‘incomers’ in the form of retired Los Angeles policemen (a similar set-up as in the movie Copland), where real estate prices are booming at the expense of the traditional ranch. Everybody has a gun (several in fact) and most know how to saddle a horse when the need comes to ride for help.
If this sounds like a Western of the old school, then so be it, for it follows the best and most noblest of Western traditions with a lone hero – a grizzled, 63-year-old rancher whose ranch is going under – standing tall to protect two innocent kids from the bad guys. (In movie terms, Sterling Hayden or Robert Ryan would have been perfect.)
The plot, though, involves a very modern crime and a murderous cover-up which ends in an all-guns-blazing shoot-out. C.J. Box deftly handles all the core elements of the thriller: plot, pace and suspense, and has characters you can believe in and care for (or be scared by) along with a lovingly described setting which is an unusual one for British readers who for the most part only associate ‘Idaho’ with ‘potato’.
With Blue Heaven, C.J. Box has well and truly ridden into town and seems set to stay as a big player in the thriller stakes.
I was intrigued to receive a copy of a slim volume, The Baker Street Phantom the first ‘fantasy crime novel’ by Frenchman Fabrice Bourland, from that enterprising publisher Gallic Books.
1932, a pair of oddball private eyes are called in to investigate
supernatural happenings in a certain house in
According to author Bourland, he writes “a combination of detective and fantasy fiction...reviving a subgenre of crime fiction that was very popular in the past, that of detectives of the strange or the occult”.
Be that as it may, with a character called John D. Macdonald and a Native American psychic spirit guide called Black Hawk Dawn, I suspect the book could be a lot of fun and will probably upset the loyal legions of Sherlockians.
My own favourite Holmesian pastiches were the overlooked and almost forgotten Inspector Lestrade books by Meirion James (M.J.) Trow.
on the basic idea that Holmes and Watson were complete twits and it was
long-suffering Lestrade who did all the real detective work, the 16
books were published between 1985 and 1996 in the
For reasons I do not know, Mei Trow abandoned Lestrade and began his ‘Maxwell’ series featuring a schoolmaster turned sleuth. More recently he has turned his pen towards non-fiction, particularly history and archaeology. However, he has not forgotten the base commercialism so vital to a writer, as his new book is A Brief History of Vampires which will be a must-read book this summer; at least among commissioning editors.
One of the pleasures of attending the annual reunion of the alumni of St Heffers is to meet new graduates stepping forth on their careers as crime writers, for it is vital to know the competition one faces and, ideally, nobble it at an early stage.
delighted to be approached by fresh-faced debut thriller-writer Gerard
O’Donovan who enthused about his forthcoming (from Sphere)
novel set in
For an instant – and I showed my stupidity by saying this aloud – I thought the book could be mistaken for a novel of a couple of years ago by my old friend Ken Bruen.
However, I was quickly reassured that my fears were unfounded. Gerard’s book is clearly entitled The Priest, whereas Ken’s is Priest so there could not possibly, in a rational mind, be any confusion.
Besides, Ken Bruen is, famously, Irish, whereas Gerard O’Donovan is...er... Irish.
Or to give it its proper title, the
Modesty forbids me from highlighting (again) the comedy crime segment Dead Funny (Saturday 18th September at 4 p.m.; if wet in the Town Hall), but highlights will include Professor Barry Forshaw talking about classic crime fiction, Sophie Hannah on a panel discussing women in crime fiction and Andrew Taylor and my old friend Bernard Knight (who really is a professor) on historical crime, as well as the utterly charming Elizabeth Corley on ‘the return of the Great British thriller’. There is also a stellar cast of individual authors talking about their work, including: Christopher Brookmyre, Nicci French, Lindsey Davis, Paul Doherty, Val McDermid and Mark Mills.
Full details of the festival (and its attractive programme) can be obtained from the Reading Arts box office on 0118 960 6060 or go to www.readingfestivalofcrimewriting.org.uk .
I have already reported on the success of the
prolific Scott Mariani, who has moved into the underworld of vampire
bestsellerdom with Uprising,
the first in a new series from publisher
This, I believe, is Scott Mariani’s sixth published novel since 2007 – and a seventh is to be published in January 2011. There must be a secret to his success somewhere.
Could it possibly be the self-help book How To Write A Thriller, published in 2007, when Mr Mariani started to be published?
Not that Mr Mariani had to resort to a How To Write A Thriller for inspiration, as he is the author of that notable work of reference. I am mildly curious though to know which he wrote first – that or his first thriller, for both were published in the same year.
Mysteries set in eleventh-century Imperial
are few and far between, but I.J. (Ingrid) Parker’s series
official Sugawara Akitada has established a firm fan base in the
of medieval mysteries fancying a change of scene could do no better
than to try
this fascinating series which is as carefully crafted as the finest
lacquer work. They remind me of the ‘Judge Dee’
mysteries set in 7th
Judge Dee stories were very popular in my youth and were adopted for
in 1969 in the
Whilst talking of
Yoshida is a prize-winning author in
I am not quite sure why those charming people at Hodder & Stoughton sent me an advance proof of Michael Koryta’s So Cold The River, which they are to publish in September, but I’m jolly glad they did.
This is far from a conventional crime novel – more a supernatural thriller involving the mysterious natural springs and a ‘lost’ river in a mid-western health spa, though in truth the best advice to visitors would be to take their whisky straight and avoid the branch water.
It’s hokum, but fantastically well-written hokum, with excellent characterisation and great pace. Just the thing to induce a chill on the back of the neck during the long, hot summer.
I am on more familiar territory with another advance proof from Hodder, for a book also published in September, The Attenbury Emeralds by Jill Paton Walsh.
The significance of the title will not be lost on dedicated fans of the work of Dorothy L. Sayers, for the mystery of the Attenbury emeralds (and their recovery in 1921) was the case which launched the detective career of Lord Peter Wimsey, the most celebrated aristocratic amateur sleuth in crime fiction history.
Details of the case, however, have been shrouded in modest mystery until now, when Jill Paton Walsh once again steps into Dorothy Sayers’ sensible shoes. As she has proved twice in the past, they are shoes that fit her perfectly.
It is not often that a review copy of a spy novel arrives accompanied by its own secret dossier – I can recall an early Len Deighton and Robert Harris’ Fatherland being two cases in point – but one has now and with only a moment’s pause to consult my somewhat dog-eared copy of the Official Secrets Act (1911), I broke the seal, and began to read.
It is, of course, a clever ruse to tempt the reviewer into reading the new thriller by Jeremy Duns, Free Country from those imaginative people at Simon & Schuster, not that anyone in their right minds would actually need much tempting if they had read Jeremy’s stunning debut Free Agent last year.
is it often that one is encouraged to fear for, and sometimes cheer on,
guy but that is exactly what the clever Mr Duns manages to do, for his
Paul Dark is not
only a rising star in
MI6, but also a double-agent working for Soviet Intelligence and a
killer to boot. In fact Free
with Dark in St Paul’s Cathedral,
giving the funeral oration for his former MI6 chief – a man
he himself murdered
– when a sniper opens up and it seems that it is payback
time, though on who
and for what is a mystery. To solve it, our anti-hero zooms off to
The Paul Dark series (a trilogy is planned) is something of a homage to the spy thrillers of the 1960s. Indeed, the action takes place in 1969, and contains some wonderfully evocative contemporary colour such as having to find a sixpence in a public phone box (remember either of them?) and the way that BEA (British European Airways) was always referred to as ‘Bastards Eventually Arrive’.
Steeped in the spy-craft and paranoia of the Sixties, Free Country is a worthy follow-up to Free Agent and a succulent appetizer for the third instalment. I cannot of course tell you what this will be called or when it is due, for then I would have to kill you.....
The blurb for James Becker’s new Bantam paperback original The Messiah Secret informs me: “The World’s Most Dangerous Mystery is About to be Revealed”.
Naturally, I was intrigued. Was I at last going to be told be told the truth about Area 57 and those “Moon Landings” we all thought we saw in 1969, even though it is almost certain the Nazis landed there in 1945 from their secret base in Antarctica? Or perhaps it was confirmation that the atomic bomb doesn’t actually work, or that General De Gaulle really was assassinated by a sniper in 1963? Perhaps it’s the one about Atlantis turning out to be the island of Guernsey all along or that long-suppressed prophesy of Nostradamus concerning Scotland and the 2014 World Cup?
I know I should not worry about these things but I do and the Giant Rat of Sumatra has caused me more sleepless nights than I care to mention.
A quick look at Mr Becker’s backlist might give me a clue, for he is the author of those huge bestsellers (e-book as well as real-book) The First Apostle and The Moses Stone. Is it possible to see a theme developing here?
The International Code of Crime Reviewers (it’s more Guidelines really) prevents me from giving away the plot of course, as does the fact that James Becker is, according to his biography, “an accomplished combat pistol shot”.
must say, however, that the opening Prologue of The Messiah Secret (which
is set in 72AD in somewhere called Ldumra) bears an uncanny resemblance
opening Prologue of Lionel Davidson’s 1966 Gold Dagger
winning thriller A
Long Way To
So much did it bring back fond memories for me, that I immediately dusted off my first edition (signed by the much-missed Lionel) and was distracted into re-reading it for what must, I think, be the fifth time.
And to prove that my fears of the World’s Most Dangerous Plots are not groundless, I would remind my reader of that excellent thriller Vengeance 10 written in 1980 by Joe Poyer which has a prologue set in 2009 where American astronauts establishing a lunar base discover the crash site of a manned Nazi space rocket launched in 1945!
Poyer was a major force in thriller-writing in the late
1970’s, though I
suspect he was better appreciated in Britain and Europe than in his
America and he certainly seemed to become disillusioned with American
publishers, though he continues to write non-fiction and I believe has
established a technical publishing business. Certainly his thrillers
characterised by technical know-how and detailed research and whilst
popular titles were probably
And I think Mr Poyer laid the seeds of something thirty years ago, for I hear that production has finally started on the latest Finnish (yes, Finnish) blockbuster, Iron Sky. For those who do not keep up with the international film scene, I would point out that the premise of Iron Sky is that the Nazis colonised the Moon in 1945 and now they’re coming back.....
If that is not enough to give me nightmares, I no sooner mention the GRS (Giant Rat of Sumatra) than I am informed by publishers Robert Hale that their lead title for this month is Sherlock Holmes and the Giant Rate of Sumatra by Paul D. Gilbert.
Coincidentally, in October, Robert Hale will publish the debut novel of one John F. Rice: Sherlock Holmes’ Tibetan Adventure.
Interestingly, both titles use cover images of Jeremy Brett from the television adaptations of the Holmes canon, an actor widely regarded as the best interpreter of Sherlock Holmes since Robert Downey Jnr. Or should that be Benedict Cumberbatch?
Sneak up behind them and start reading one of their books in an ostentatious manner.
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