Monday 31 December 2007

2007 and all that

It’s been quite a year for me, with plenty of highlights. After a grisly January, when I succumbed to a debilitating virus, a trip to Seattle for Left Coast Crime proved hugely restorative. The recovery process was completed when I journeyed to Phoenix to celebrate the publication of The Arsenic Labyrinth with my publishers at Poisoned Pen Press, Rob Rosenwald and Barbara Peters. I stayed with Rob and Barbara while I was in Arizona and they were wonderfully hospitable.

I did a number of gigs with others during the year, but perhaps my most remarkable companion was Sandi Ault, at the Poisoned Pen book store, who brought along a wolf to keep the audience in check. It worked a treat. Sandi was a delight to meet and I was very respectful of the wolf.

Having attended quite a few lectures at Oxford in my time, at last I gave lectures there for the first time, to a group of American crime fans, on the subjects of Golden Age detective fiction, and Oxford in detective stories. For a talk to another group of American fans at the Majestic Hotel in Harrogate, I joined up with fellow Murder Squaddies Ann Cleeves and Stuart Pawson; it ws great fun. So, in a different way, was the very well-organised Cheshire WI literary lunch at which I was guest speaker.

I did an interview for Legal TV (now sadly defunct – I don’t think it’s all my fault, although if you look at the interview on my website, you may well wonder) and for various radio shows. I shall, however, draw a veil over the bizarre event I did with three notable crime writers, where not a single member of the public turned up. Just as well I wasn’t on my own – I could have become seriously paranoid about the lack of interest. But at least the company of the fellow writers was good. If more exclusive than any of us had expected.

I did more Victorian murder mystery events than ever before; word seems to be getting around and one of these days I will fulfil my promise to write another event, perhaps set in the 20s or 30s. There are photos on my website from some of the events; the brilliant set designed by Alison Morgan of the Dudson Museum at Hanley sticks out in my mind.

Between all these activities, publishing the fourth edition of the Equal Opportunities Handbook, and the day job, I just about managed to finish Waterloo Sunset and I’m much looking forward to its appearance in 2008.

Jonathan did great work on the website, and also in setting up this blog, while Catherine helped at a number of the Victorian events and Helena coped with my various crises with her usual calm. Every writer needs a supportive family, and I know I’m fortunate with mine.

And every writer also needs loyal readers and friends. Again, I’m lucky there.

So my final words of 2007 are simply these - thank you.

Sunday 30 December 2007

Guessing whodunit

As I mentioned the other day, reading a classic detective story has something in common with playing a game – although I would argue that the best traditional mysteries offer a lot more besides - and guessing whodunit is part of the experience as far as I’m concerned.

I’ve just finished A Game of Murder by Francis Durbridge, a light thriller by one of the most convoluted plotters of them all. I have memories (very vague ones at this distance of time) of the tv serial of which this is a novelisation. The book was published in 1975, nine years after the tv series. On checking, I found that the latter starred Gerald Harper, better known to tv viewers of my generation as Adam Adamant, and Conrad Phillips, who was never off the small screen in the early to mid 60s.

When it comes to skill at characterisation, Durbridge is scarcely Reg Hill or Minette Walters, but he is good at pulling the wool over the reader’s eyes. One of his main techniques is the relentless unfolding of surprise after surprise, so it's not easy to keep up. In this case, he managed to fool me, and I’m rather pleased he did. Guessing whodunit too easily is a bit of a let-down, and it is something that occasionally disappoints me about otherwise excellent mystery novels.

Not so long ago I read a novel where I guessed the outcome 150 pages before the end (admittedly it was a very long book) and although I admired the writing, and wanted to know what happened to the people in the story, I felt that a detective novel of such length needed a bit more mystery, or at least one or two more credible suspects. Getting the balance between plot, setting and characterisation just right is an enormous challenge for any crime writer - and of course, opinions vary as to what matters most (for me, all three elements are important.) You seldom care much about Durbridge's characters (just as well, since they tend to be killed with alarming regularity), but for the whodunit fan, this doesn't matter enormously, given that his books are always short and snappy.

Of course, the more one gets to know a writer, the more one becomes familiar with the tricks of his or her trade. You can sometimes spot the culprit in Glenn Chandler’s macabre and wonderful early screenplays for Taggart by figuring out which character didn’t really need to be included in the story. Durbridge too relies on tried and tested devices, but on this occasion I fell for the misdirection. And enjoyed the final revelation all the more as a result.


Saturday 29 December 2007

Detective games










Crime fiction offers much more than just a whodunit game between the writer and the reader, but the game element does appeal to me, and it was an important element in the Golden Age mystery.

The Christmas break is probably the best time of year for families to indulge the game-playing instinct to exhaustion. ‘Cluedo’ must be the best known detective game – it gave rise to a film, Clue, as well as a television show filmed at Arley Hall, a few miles from Lymm. We’ve recently watched Clue, which was written and directed by Jonathan Lynn, co-writer of one of the best of all British sit-coms, ‘Yes, Minister’. It’s entertaining holiday fare, with no fewer than three different endings (a fourth was apparently discarded – you can have too much of a good thing.)

There are innumerable other mystery board games and card games. Over the years, I’ve picked up quite a few. For the first time in years, we’ve brought out ‘221b Baker Street’ – possibly my favourite, because of the very entertaining and varied mystery puzzles to be solved – and ‘Scotland Yard’, quite a neat chase game. We've also tried out ‘Inspector Morse’, which is a bit like a simpler version of ‘221b’.

Some of the older games are interesting curiosities. In the past, as now, they were often conceived as some form of commercial spin-off – for example, there were Collins Crime Club and Sexton Blake card games, as well as a Crime Club party game, Photo Crime. In the last twenty years or so, jigsaw puzzles with a mystery element (again sometimes linked to ‘Cluedo’ or Inspector Morse) have enjoyed a vogue.

And at the risk of getting stuck in a groove, I’ve been reading a lively thriller called A Game of Murder. More about this shortly.


Friday 28 December 2007

Short stories

I’ve just finished the Sherlockian pastiche, ‘The Case of the Eccentric Testatrix’. With this story, as sometimes happens, there were moments when I wondered if I’d created a plot that wasn’t right for the particular group of characters I’d dreamed up, but in the end, all was well.

One advantage of a short story over a novel is this – if it all goes pear-shaped, at least you haven’t wasted half a year or more on it. But there are many much more positive reasons for enjoying the challenges that writing a short story presents.

Practising the short form tends, I think, to sharpen up skill at characterisation. Although characters in short stories don’t have to sustain the same bulk of narrative as those in a novel, they really have to work to justify their inclusion. You can’t waste words in a short story. Everything has to be effective.

Another pleasure of writing short stories is the freedom to experiment. My first few short stories featured the Liverpool lawyer Harry Devlin. The most enjoyable of these from my perspective, an early one written around 1993, was called ‘Never Walk Alone’, which centred around Liverpool Football Club. To my amazement, a year or so later, I was appointed as a legal adviser to LFC. It's proved a very interesting role over the years, although the appointment didn't come because of the story, I hasten to add.

After a while I tried my hand at other types of short mystery. Long before I published Take My Breath Away, I’d written several stories of psychological suspense – ‘Diminished Responsibility’ is one of my own favourites. I’ve dabbled in historical mysteries – in fact, my Victorian murder mystery event has its origins in a short history-mystery that I wrote some years ago for that late lamented magazine ‘Sherlock’. ‘Melusine’ was a rural mystery that was, indirectly, a precursor to the Lake District books. And a few times I’ve placed a strong emphasis on humour – or, at least, irony. The best-known example of this was ‘Test Drive’ – which was short-listed for a CWA Dagger a couple of years ago.

Oddly enough, ‘Test Drive’ was one of the easiest stories to write that I’ve ever produced. All the same, I’m not sure there’s a direct correlation between how easy a piece of fiction is to write and how good it is. Let alone how commercially successful it proves to be.

Thursday 27 December 2007

Lifeboat

Over the years I’ve enjoyed a vast number of books and films, but from time to time I fret about ‘the ones that have got away’ so far, those well-regarded works that somehow I’ve managed to miss. The list of them is embarrassingly long, so it’s good to fill in one or two of the gaps when I can.

Now, at last, I’ve seen Lifeboat, Alfred Hitchcock’s war-time drama, based on a story by John Steinbeck, no less. Until this point, I’ve somehow never felt a strong urge to watch a black-and-white movie set just on board a lifeboat. I suspected that by today’s standards, it would be dull. How glad I am to have overcome that prejudice (and a pretty odd prejudice it was, I realise, for someone who likes ‘closed community’ mysteries, and loved Hitchcock’s later single-setting film, Rear Window, based on a story by one of my favourite American writers of the past, Cornell Woolrich.)

Although Lifeboat is not really a crime movie of the kind we associate with Hitchcock, it does feature more than one murder. The characters are neatly differentiated, the acting first rate, and the anti-Nazi propaganda rather subtle. I can’t recall having seen Tallulah Bankhead in any other movie, but I thought her performance witty and memorable. Above all, I liked the fact that, although one assumes that some of the cast will survive their post-shipwreck ordeal, one can’t predict which of them will make it, and what will happen to them along the way. Another triumph for the great director, and a textbook example of how to build suspense.

Wednesday 26 December 2007

The voice of Dr Watson

I mentioned a while back that Andrew Gulli, editor of Strand Magazine, had asked me to contribute another Sherlock Holmes pastiche, and after a lot (too much!) of agonising over plot, I’ve finally got cracking with ‘The Case of the Eccentric Testatrix.’ It’s set in 1887, and is based on an episode mentioned by Dr Watson in ‘The Five Orange Pips’. I love the way that Watson makes casual yet tantalising reference to, say, ‘the singular adventure of the Grice Patersons in the island of Uffa’, or ‘the Amateur Mendicant Society, who held a luxurious club in the lower vault of a furniture warehouse’, and it is the latter case that features in my story. An industrious critic once calculated that ‘over 110’ unrecorded cases are mentioned in the Sherlockian Canon, although another complained that meaningful information is provided about only 39 of them.

Part of the appeal for me of writing these pastiches is the pleasure to be derived from trying to think myself into the mind of Dr Watson, so that I can try to capture his voice. He is a stolid Englishman, and yet not immune from flights of fancy. Here’s an extract from the paragraph that follows mention of the Amateur Mendicant Society:

‘All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London, we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life, and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilization, like untamed beasts in a cage. As evening drew in the storm grew higher and louder, and the wind cried and sobbed like a child in the chimney. Sherlock Holmes sat moodily at one end of the fireplace cross-indexing the records of crime, whilst I at the other was deep in one of Clark Russell’s fine sea stories, until the howl of the galefrom without seemed to blend with the text, and the splash of the rain to lengthen out into the long swash of the sea-waves.’

Vivid stuff. Which is one of the reasons why so many writers relish the chance to turn their hands to a Sherlockian pastiche.


Tuesday 25 December 2007

12 Days

Internet auctions are almost as addictive as internet gambling, and although I avoid the latter,I confess that I’m hooked on eBay. One of the joys of eBay is that you can stumble across things that you would never encounter in the shops, and it’s a virtual Aladdin’s Cave for people like me who enjoy picking up things that are quirky and a bit out of the ordinary.

In the past year or two, thanks to eBay, I’ve come across some unusual games with a detective-related theme, and this is probably an opportune time of year to mention some of the more obscure items. But today, because it’s topical, I’ll mention a book that I’d never heard of before until I came across it on eBay a couple of weeks ago– a signed copy of 12 Days, a collection of stories inspired by ‘the twelve days of Christmas,’ and edited by Shelley Silas.

They aren’t all detective stories, but the contributors include a number of good names from our genre – Val McDermid, who I mentioned the other day in connection with our chat about Crippen, Stella Duffy, Lauren Henderson and Jake Arnott. Anthologies with a coherent theme appeal to me and I’m looking forward to reading this one after the festivities are over.

Monday 24 December 2007

Christmas approaches...

…and I’ve started reading a chunky crime novel whose action begins in earnest on Christmas Eve. This is Water Like a Stone by Deborah Crombie. One of the other attractions of the book is that it is set in my native Cheshire, around Nantwich, one of the county’s salt towns (I spent my formative years in Northwich, a few miles away.) Despite the enduring popularity of Cranford, Cheshire has not often been used as a backdrop for works of crime fiction (children’s fiction is a different matter, thanks to Alan Garner), though as I mentioned recently, I've just set a Dickensian short story in Knutsford.

It is particularly interesting to see what an American author from Texas makes of an area which is, I think, quintessentially English. Impressions from the first 100 pages are very positive; Crombie has done her research well and has got a real feel for the boating community who spend so much time on the county's various canals. I’ve read and admired several of her books in the past, and applaud her skill at depicting people and places. Her detectives, Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James, are likeable, three-dimensional individuals, and in this story Kincaid returns to his Cheshire roots, to be confronted by the discovery of the mummified remains of an infant. This has echoes of an extraordinary real-life mystery (in Cumbria, not Cheshire) from a year or two back; whether this was the inspiration for Crombie’s book, I don’t know, but it will be fascinating to read on and find out..

But for now, it’s on with the festivities. A very merry Christmas to everyone who reads this blog – and thanks for all the feedback. Much appreciated.


Sunday 23 December 2007

Julian Symons

I exchanged comments with fellow blogger Maxine Clarke a few weeks back about the late, and in my opinion great, Julian Symons. His study of the genre, Bloody Murder, was published when I was in my teens, and it influenced my choice of reading for many years. It was Symons who made me aware of writers such as C. Daly King, Margot Bennett, Edward Grierson and Cameron McCabe, whose very varied work I found delightful to read. There were some good authors whom he overlooked, but never mind; there is a limit to how much ground can be covered in a single volume.

Symons’ basic theme was that the detective story has transformed into the crime novel. Probably that is an over-simplistic analysis – not long after he published the first edition of his book, a writer called Colin Dexter emerged, who proved triumphantly that the classic detective story was very far from dead and gone. Symons could be scathing about the writing of authors whom he described as ‘Humdrums’, and fans of those writers – understandably – have always been a bit miffed about that as a result. But Symons had a very acute intelligence, and he was always open to ‘reasoned contradiction’.

He will probably be best remembered as a critic, but in truth his range was astonishing – he was a poet, biographer and social historian, as well as author of some of the best British crime novels of the post-war era. The End of Solomon Grundy, Progress of a Crime, and (a special favourite of mine for its sheer entertainment value)The Man Whose Dreams Came True, were all excellent, and his other novels were never less than interesting. Some of his books focus on social attitudes, but he had read so widely in the genre that his twisty plotting was of a very high quality. The Plot Against Roger Rider is ingenious, and Sweet Adelaide shows his insight into true crime cases. A very late book, Death’s Darkest Face, was among his finest achievements, although sadly, it has never attracted the attention it deserved. Anyone keen on British crime fiction who is unfamiliar with his work has a real treat in store.

Saturday 22 December 2007

The Detective in British Fiction

I have been commissioned to contribute a number of essays to The Harcourt Encyclopaedia of Crime Fiction, edited by Barry Forshaw (whose Rough Guide to the genre came out earlier this year, and who edits ‘Crime Time’.) Barry and the publishers have agreed that I can release the essays (which I am adapting slightly for the purpose) on my website, and my account of the detective in British fiction has just appeared there.

Of course, the toughest challenge in writing an essay on such a broad topic is: what do I leave out? For there is enough material to fill several books. The need to be selective, and to simplify the account of the historical development of the detective character, is a challenge familiar to me from writing books on various legal topics. With legal subjects, I’m always conscious that any mistake would have my professional readers up in arms. When writing about crime fiction, it is the need to make – inevitably subjective - judgments that is sometimes controversial. When one reads some of the criticism of such a gifted and authoritative commentator on the genre as the late Julian Symons, it’s a little daunting. It’s all a question of personal opinion, I guess. Incidentally, I’ll be talking further about Julian shortly.

Back to the website. My webmaster, young Jonathan Edwards, turns 17 over the Christmas break and I’m hoping to learn from him a bit more about how to run the site (not least bearing in mind that he will disappear off to university one of these fine days..) I have an aspiration (a word borrowed from politicians wary of breaking promises!) to update the site, and add fresh content, once a week in 2008, while continuing to update this blog more or less daily. Whether that proves over-ambitious when I get stuck into the next novel, we’ll see…

Friday 21 December 2007

The decline of the serial killer?

When I interviewed Minette Walters recently, she mentioned her interest in ‘true crime’. It's an interest shared by many writers of crime fiction. Minette's belief that the success of criminal profilers had led to serial killers being identified much more quickly nowadays than in the past, with the result that serial killers tended not to elude detection for too long. She suggested that we have moved from the era of the serial killer to the spree killer (such as Michael Ryan, the Hungerford killer, and many others who have achieved their 15 minutes of fame by a quick burst of senseless destruction before killing themselves.)

I don’t know whether the statistics support this thesis, but I share Minette’s interest in the work and writing of David Canter, whom I got to know after his appointment as Professor of Psychology at the University of Liverpool. He won the CWA’s non-fiction Gold Dagger for Criminal Shadows, and his 2003 book Mapping Murder is equally thoughtful. It’s a book about ‘geographical profiling’ and the central thesis is that criminals reveal who they are and where they live, not just from how they commit their crimes, but also from the locations they choose. Never mind if you are inclined to be sceptical about profiling (many people are – I once attended a very witty debunking of profilers at a CWA conference in Durham), it is fascinating read.

One thing is for sure, though. Even if serial killers are less common these days in real life, a visit to any bookshop will show that they are as popular as ever with crime writers. And, so far as I can tell, with the majority of crime readers.

Thursday 20 December 2007

Taggart

In its early years, Taggart was my favourite television crime series. Mark McManus was perfectly cast as the gruff, eponymous Glaswegian cop (he’d give you a dirty look if you ever used a word like ‘eponymous’ in his presence, mind) and he was supported by a first rate cast. The series continued under the same name after McManus died, but although it remained a source of sound entertainment, it suffered from what you might call ‘the Reichenbach Falls effect’. Rather like the Sherlock Holmes stories after the great man’s battle with Moriarty, Taggart was never quite as good after a brush with mortality. I still watch it from time to time, but not with the same desperate yearning to find out the solution to a complex and devilish puzzle.

Apart from the performances, the early series benefited from sharp and witty scripts, above all those written by the creator of Taggart, Glenn Chandler. Chandler has a wonderfully twisted and macabre imagination and some of his screenplays were quite masterly. He’s published novels, as well as an excellent true crime study, and he’s written other tv shows, but Taggart remains his finest achievement.

I’m prompted to this burst of reminiscence by having had the chance to watch again an episode from fifteen years ago, ‘Violent Delights’. Clever and dark, with a chilling climax. McManus is in great form, even though he didn’t live too much longer. Great television. And if you come across them, don't miss 'Death Benefits' and 'Nest of Vipers', two of my all-time favourite episodes.

Wednesday 19 December 2007

Choice Cuts

Fellow blogger and Golden Age detective fan Xavier recommended Choice Cuts by the French writers Boileau and Narcejac and so it zoomed to the top of my to-read pile. Like all their books, it’s short and snappy, but otherwise it differs markedly from their other work – or at least, those of their novels that I’ve had the chance to read so far (how I wish that more of them were translated, since my 'O' Level French is now rather rusty.)

The book was written in 1965, and concerns transplant surgery and the related ethical dilemmas. In many ways, the central themes are even more topical today – in an age where face transplanting has become a reality – than they were forty years ago. But the bleak style of books like The Prisoner here gives way to a zany humour, and the authors duly won a Black Comedy award in their native country.

The premise is this. Professor Marek, a gifted but obsessive experimental surgeon, grafts the body of a guillotined criminal, divided into seven parts, on to seven people who have suffered accidents. At first, the surgery appears to have been astonishingly successful. But then things start to go wrong. Very, very wrong.

Boileau and Narcejac were extremely clever writers and this book is, itself, a fascinating experiment. For my taste, it is too eccentric to rank with their best work, but it’s still a curiosity I’m glad I tracked down.

Tuesday 18 December 2007

Dr Crippen and Val McDermid

Despite an unpromising beginning, it’s turned into a very good day. After an early start, a tedious commute and a long morning in a law firm board meeting (none of which are my absolute favourite ways of passing the time), I raced through the streets of Liverpool city centre at lunchtime, dodging the frantic crowds of Christmas shoppers, to make it to Radio Merseyside just in time for a down-the-line interview with Val McDermid. She was in a studio in Manchester, and we were recording a discussion for BBC Radio Scotland. Such are the wonders of technology...

The interview was for a programme which focuses on forensic investigations in real-life cases. The Crippen story is a historical landmark for several reasons, not least because of the crucial part played by the prosecution’s expert witness, Bernard Spilsbury, whose career was just getting under way when Crippen was tried for his life. Spilsbury was a complex and fascinating character, and his authoritative testimony impressed many a jury – today, a more sceptical view of some of his evidence might prevail. Crippen was found guilty in less than half an hour, following a trial lasting just five days.

Val asked at the end if I had ideas about any other true crime case with a historically important forensic aspect for future programmes, and I suggested the Buck Ruxton case. Buck was a Lancaster doctor of the 30s who ended up, like Crippen, on the gallows. To this day, a pub in Lancaster bears his name.

When I was approached by the BBC to take part in the series, I didn’t realise that Val would be involved. She and I have known each other for more than fifteen years, having first met in Yorkshire long ago, at a lunch meeting of the Northern Chapter of the Crime Writers’ Association. In fact, we were contemporaries at Oxford in the 70s, but our paths never crossed there. I’ve enjoyed her books over the years, perhaps in particular those featuring Tony Hill. Her occasional stand-alones are also very good. Not too long ago she wrote a novel set in the Lake District and revealed that the germ of the idea came from...a talk a few years back at a Northern Chapter meeting.

Monday 17 December 2007

The Craft of Crime Writing

My telephone interview with Minette Walters last week ranged over a variety of interesting topics. A writer like me can learn a lot from someone like Minette, whose worldwide success is founded on a mastery of craft. One of the most interesting technical aspects of her books is her use of documentary materials within the text. Her very first book, The Ice House, began with a series of newspaper reports about a missing man, and her latest, The Chameleon’s Shadow, follows the pattern she has established over the years. By including in the text internal police memos, emails, witness statements, newspaper clippings and so on, Walters manages not only to convey a great deal of information economically, but also to offer a variety of ‘voices’ to the story-line, a technique which, when well-handled, adds considerable depth. Even such a simple thing as varying fonts and typeface on the page can keep the reader engaged with the story, she argues. She was not the first writer to adopt this approach (Ed McBain was one of the others) but she has developed it into a fine art.

She reminded me that she has even used photographs within her books, in The Shape of Snakes. This too is something that has been done before. A very clever example is to be found in The Norwich Victims, by Francis Beeding. The photographs of the principal characters cunningly address an important element of the plot. It’s a very well crafted Golden Age detective story by a writing duo I've mentioned before. They are best known for their thrillers, but it's their whodunits that appeal to me. The House of Dr Edwardes was turned by Hitchcock into that tremendous movie Spellbound, but my favourite of their books is Death Walks in Eastrepps, one of the finest whodunits of the Golden Age. The Francis Beeding books weren’t as strong in characterisation as those of Minette Walters, but the best are well worth seeking out if you like 1930s mysteries. I'm currently in search of some of their more obscure titles.

Sunday 16 December 2007

Crime Festivals

The programming committee for the 2008 Theakston’s Old Peculier Crime Writing Festival at Harrogate next July has just announced the list of those who will be appearing. The big names include Peter Robinson, Robert Crais, Anne Perry, and Tess Gerritsen. And I’m pleased to say that my name appears on the roster too - for the very first time.

It won’t, though, be the first time that I’ve had some involvement with the Harrogate Festival, though. Last year I hosted a group of visiting American crime fans, and the year before, The Coffin Trail reached the final short-list of six for the Theakston’s prize for best crime novel of 2006. That was a memorable evening – up on the stage with the likes of Ian Rankin. Val McDermid was the eventual winner and I met for the first time another short-listed writer, Lindsay Ashford, who writes an enjoyable series set in mid-Wales. I have plenty of fond memories of the Festival and I’m much looking forward to July.

I think it’s possible for any writer to learn a lot from some of the discussions at a crime festival. It’s good to catch up with friends, and there’s a chance to meet readers whose knowledge of the genre is as impressive as their enthusiasm for it. In 2008, there’s a bonus for British-based crime fans, in that Bristol will host CrimeFest in June. This is a new bi-annual event, established by the people who organised the very successful Left Coast Crime last year.

I’m also hoping to attend Bouchercon in Baltimore next October, together with – possibly – Malice Domestic in Washington in the spring. Both events combine the opportunity to meet people with a common interest with scope for sight-seeing in a fascinating city.

The only snag at the moment, therefore, is figuring out when I will find time to write the next Lake District Mystery…..

Saturday 15 December 2007

The trouble with titles

You shouldn’t judge a book by its title, but I still think that titles matter and I devote a lot of thought to picking the right title for my books. Probably The Devil in Disguise and The Arsenic Labyrinth are personal favourites, but I’m also pleased with Waterloo Sunset. The Harry Devlin series took its titles from 60s pop songs; the Lake District titles to date have linked in with the natural landscape.

I’ve usually found that I just know when I’ve hit the right note with the title. The moment I came across the phrase ‘the arsenic labyrinth’ – quite out of the blue – I realised that it was perfect for the book I was writing, set in the rugged landscape above Coniston Water.

When it comes to other writers’ titles, I have a weakness for humour. I love Subpoena Colada by Mark Dawson, and I Still Miss My Man, But My Aim is Getting Better by Sarah Shankman runs it a close second. One difficulty when picking a title for a Lake District Mystery is that all the obvious ones have been taken – sometimes more than once, sometimes for truly memorable novels. So I won’t be using Still Waters or Hidden Depths. Or The Lady in the Lake, come to that.

The first Lake District Mystery originally had a different title. But it had been used before, for a book published thirty years earlier. I spoke to the writer of that book and she wasn’t happy with my using the same title. Of course, there is no copyright in a title, and I wasn’t sure the objections was entirely reasonable, but she is a pleasant person, and I certainly didn’t want to upset her - and so I came up with The Coffin Trail.

Friday 14 December 2007

Murder in Paradise

I’ve just watched a Channel 4 documentary about one of the most famous of all unsolved crimes, the killing of Sir Harry Oakes. Erle Stanley Gardner, creator of Perry Mason, called it the greatest murder mystery of all time. A touch of hyperbole there, I think, but it’s certainly a classic puzzle. Oakes was a very wealthy man (a billionaire, by today’s reckoning) who lived in the Bahamas and was found dead in his Nassau beachfront home on 7 July 1943. His body had been battered, set on fire, and – a bizarre touch worthy of a novel – covered in tiny white feathers.

The Duke of Windsor was the Governor of the Bahamas at the time; probably his appointment was a neat way of preventing him embarrassing the Royal Family at close quarters, not least as a result of his track record of enthusiasm for Adolf Hitler. He knew Oakes quite well, and as if a royal connection was not enough, there was a hint of Mafia involvement.

In the end, Oakes’ son-in-law, Count Alfred de Marigny, was charged with the murder. De Marigny was an almost stereotypical lounge lizard, and when it emerged that he had been burned (after setting fire to Oakes’ room?) and apparently left his fingerprint in the corpse’s vicinity, prospects of an acquittal didn’t look good. But he was capably defended, and found not guilty. His marriage to Oakes’ daughter failed, but he lived quietly on until 1998 (he’d settled in Texas with his fourth wife), occupying himself with bridge and tennis.

The tv programme was based on James Owen’s valuable book about the case, A Serpent in Eden. Like the book, the programme presented a fascinating picture of a seemingly glamorous society with a rottenness at its heart. Shades of White Mischief.

Thursday 13 December 2007

The English Simenon

Alan Hunter, whom I mentioned recently in connection with the George Gently tv series, was clearly influenced as a writer by Georges Simenon. However, a crime novelist who emerged a decade or so after Hunter, in the mid-60s, has to my mind an even stronger claim to be regarded as the most gifted English disciple of the Belgian master.

W.J. Burley was never a household name. His books about Superintendent Wycliffe might already have faded into obscurity had it not been for a competent tv series featuring that excellent actor Jack Shepherd as Wycliffe. When he died, in his 80s, and at a time when thanks to the telly his sales were higher than ever, Burley’s passing was scarcely noted in the wider world. He was a man who shied away from publicity and was happiest in his native Cornwall, a county he wrote about with love and clarity.

A couple of years back I contributed an appreciation of Burley to an official website set up in his honour by Mario de Pace. With Mario’s help, I picked up a few of Burley’s non-series books, and I’ve even tracked down his rather rare solitary excursion into sci-fi, The Sixth Day. Although Burley wrote in popular genres, his work is quiet and generally eschews melodrama, but he excelled at the evocation of place and mood. He may not belong in the Premier League of crime writers, but his was a career of solid and lasting achievement.

Wednesday 12 December 2007

Edward and Edgar

I discovered not so long ago a remote family connection to someone from an earlier generation who had an interest in the crime genre. Edward Shanks (1892-1953) was my late father-in-law’s cousin (told you it was remote) and he was best known as a poet and critic, but on occasion he strayed into our territory.

Shanks’ novels include Old King Cole (1936), which was re-titled The Green Circle in the US. It’s an unusual, almost eccentric piece of work about dark doings in a mysterious English village - shades of Port Meirion and ‘The Prisoner’. Intriguing and eerie, but I felt the quality of the writing deserved a more powerful story-line.

The following year, Shanks published a readable account of the life and work of Edgar Allan Poe, which deals succinctly, but admiringly, with Poe’s massive contribution to the detective genre. He makes the point that Poe ‘saw himself’ as his detective, Dupin and sighs: ‘It is a pity that Poe could not levied an anticipatory tax of, say, one per cent on the earnings of his most illustrious followers, some of whom have been paid for a single story almost as much as Poe earned during his life.’ He notes the combination of ‘an astonishing grasp of technique’ with a ‘peculiar imagination’ and concludes that ‘today the brood of Dupin walks abroad in a thousand books a year.’

In recent times, Poe’s remarkable life has inspired increasing interest – most notably, perhaps, with Andrew Taylor’s breakout novel, The American Boy. His biographer Shanks is, however, all but forgotten.

Tuesday 11 December 2007

Bernard Hermann

When I wrote about music for crime films recently, I didn’t mention Bernard Hermann. This was quite an omission, as watching Twisted Nerve reminded me. The eerie theme from that film was used by Tarantino in Kill Bill (a film I haven't seen), and Hermann’s music crops up in many hugely popular movies.

Most people associate Hermann with Alfred Hitchcock, and there’s no doubt that Herrmann’s characteristically ominous music contributed significantly to the suspense that Hitch loved to create. Hermann scored Psycho (including the screechy accompaniment to the famous shower scene) and the marvellous North by North West, but to my mind the music from Vertigo is at least as good.

His other work was varied – he wrote the music for Citizen Kane, Fahrenheit 451 and Jason and the Argonauts – but included some excellent work for crime movies such as Obsession, The Bride Wore Black, and Taxi Driver. And it’s said that his work was an inspiration for the use of violins in the Beatles’ ‘Eleanor Rigby’, the song which gave me the title for my very first novel, All the Lonely People.


Monday 10 December 2007

Minette Walters

I’ve talked to Minette Walters, as part of my preparation for an article about her which will appear in a forthcoming issue of ‘Mystery Scene’ (a great US magazine for crime fans, if you don’t know it.) We’ve never met, but I’ve followed her career with admiration since she published her first novel the year after I published my first. Mind you, in the intervening years, she’s sold many more books and won many more awards than me. Her UK publishers describe her as ‘England’s bestselling female crime writer’, and if that’s correct, it’s quite something – she must be outselling not only Christie, but also Ruth Rendell and P.D. James.

I found Minette a charming and very helpful interviewee. She must have done this sort of thing a thousand times before, but her answers were fresh and stimulating. It’s quite a challenge to devise questions that haven’t been asked endlessly in the past, but I focused on her mastery of technique, and that extraordinary ability she has to combine in-depth characterisation with complex and subtle plotting. What she had to say set me thinking about my own approach to the craft of crime writing; very timely, given that I’m now at work on the synopsis for the next Lake District book

Minette Walters’ gifts are demonstrated in books such as The Sculptress, which is one of my all-time favourites. And I’m enjoying her latest, The Chameleon’s Shadow, the US publication of which prompted Kate Stine of ‘Mystery Scene’ to commission the article.

Among the things that I discovered about Minette are that she’s very knowledgeable about true crime; the writers in this field whom she admires include Brian Masters and David Canter. And she has a lot of time for Dame Agatha, especially later books such as The Pale Horse and Endless Night. More will be revealed when the article sees the light of day in the New Year.

Sunday 9 December 2007

The Prestige

I came to The Prestige expecting another crime thriller from director Christopher Nolan, whose credits include the excellent Insomnia, which saw Al Pacino sleepless in Alaska. Had I realised that the source material was a novel by Christopher Priest, who won the World Fantasy Award for it, I might have been better prepared for some of the unexpected twists and turns. To say that the plot is complex is no under-statement, but of course a fan of elaborate mysteries can hardly complain about that, and I certainly enjoyed the film – and the clever use made of some devices from traditional detective fiction, although for different purposes.

It’s a movie that benefits greatly from a high calibre cast – Christopher Bale, Hugh Jackman, Michael Caine, Scarlet Johansson, and David Bowie. There are three main story-lines, but in essence it’s a tale of obsessive rivalry between two magicians, and of the dark consequences of their enmity.

Classically, detective stories were wholly rational pieces of work. Explanations that depended on the supernatural were strictly taboo. Yet magic has long fascinated detective writers – especially creators of locked room ‘miracle’ problems, such as John Dickson Carr, and Clayton Rawson, whose series detective was a magician, the Great Merlini. Rawson wasn't as prolific as Carr, but he was almost as ingenious. More recently, David Renwick made Jonathan Creek a creator of illusions in the brilliant, and much-missed tv series named after him.

The Prestige may not be a crime movie in the orthodox sense, but it’s bound to appeal to many crime fans. And if the plot’s elaborations are a tad confusing on a first viewing, there’s a rather good entry in Wikipedia which sheds light on them.

Saturday 8 December 2007

Dickensian Day and Kate Ellis


Today was the annual Dickensian Day celebration in my home village of Lymm and a rain-soaked event it proved to be. But very enjoyable all the same and our guests included fellow crime writer Kate Ellis, along with her husband Roger. Kate, like me, is a huge admirer of Charles Dickens, and has contributed a story to Mike Ashley's new anthology, The Mammoth Book of Dickensian Whodunits; hers is called 'The Divine Nature', and it features malevolent Mr Murdstone from David Copperfield.

Kate's another enthusiast for short stories, and I've had the pleasure of including some excellent contributions from her in anthologies I've edited over the years. 'Les Inconnus', which appeared in Crime in the City, was short-listed for the CWA Short Story Dagger, as was my personal favourite of her shorter works, 'Top Deck', from Crime on the Move.


Kate was born in Liverpool, where I've worked for over 20 years; a great city which is the setting for my Harry Devlin novels and her historical mystery The Devil's Priest. She is, however, best known for her books featuring Wesley Peterson, and is now branching out with a new detective called Joe Plantagenet, who works in Eborby (a thinly disguised York.)


Kate is, like me, a great fan of the Taggart tv series, especially the early episodes featuring Mark McManus as the eponymous cop. Her own titles are, I think, among the best around; examples include The Plague Maiden, The Skeleton Room and The Marriage Hearse. And The Bone Garden is such a good title that now Tess Gerritsen has used it as well.

Friday 7 December 2007

The Act of Roger Murgatroyd

Gilbert Adair is a novelist and writer of screenplays whose writing I’ve come across from time to time over the years and always found interesting and intelligent. I enjoyed his novel A Closed Book, and, although I haven’t read it, I very much like the title of another of his offerings, The Postmodernist Always Rings Twice. I wish I’d thought of that one.

Lately, he’s turned his attention to classic Golden Age detective fiction. The Act of Roger Murgatroyd introduces Evadne Mount, as crime writer as outspoken as Dame Agatha was modest, and Adair has followed it up with A Mysterious Affair of Style (another nice title,) in which Evadne returns.

I’ve just finished Murgatroyd and I enjoyed it much more than I anticipated. I wondered if Adair would patronise those classic writers whom I have enjoyed so much, but although this is a fun book, with plenty of sly jokes (and not just limited to poking fun at Golden Age fiction, either), Adair does a very good job at constructing that most artificial of stories, a locked room mystery. The central plot device is neat, and the dialogue throughout is light and agreeable. You don’t need to love Dame Agatha to enjoy this novel. But, contrary to expectation, it probably helps.

Thursday 6 December 2007

Twisted Nerve

I’ve watched Twisted Nerve again, for the first time since I was a student about thirty years ago. It’s a disturbing film, in more ways than one. It dates back to 1968, but even then the weird suggestion of a link between Down’s Syndrome and sinister derangement raised many hackles. And the portrayal of racism, although probably designed to expose prejudice rather than to exploit it, is uncomfortable.

Yet, if these elements can be put to one side for a moment, as an example of the sub-Hitchcock psycho-thriller, the film remains quite gripping. The scientific premise may be wildly off-beam, but the script by Roger Marshall (whose television credits include episodes of ‘The Avengers’, ‘Public Eye’ and ‘Lovejoy’), and above all the quality of the acting. ensure that, whatever the flaws, it isn’t impossible to suspend disbelief for a while.

The cast is excellent. Hywel Bennett is truly creepy as the troubled Martin Durnley, Billie Whitelaw smoulders as mother of the gorgeous Hayley Mills, whom Bennett pursues with cunning and relentlessness, while Barry Foster (later to earn fame as Van der Valk) is terrific as Whitelaw’s randy and bigoted lover. Timothy West makes the most a small role as a detective, and Frank Finlay, as usual, is a formidable screen presence – at least until Bennett kills him.

Something else about the film is notable – the eerie music. The theme was later used by Tarantino, I believe, in Kill Bill, and was written by the legendary Bernard Hermann. More about Hermann shortly.

Wednesday 5 December 2007

Rattenbury and Stoner

The 1935 Rattenbury-Stoner murder case caused a sensation in its day. The facts were reminiscent of the even more famous Thompson-Bywaters case of 1922 (which inspired F Tennyson Jesse's classic novel, A Pin to See the Peep-Show): a young wife tires of her husband and takes a lover, a relationship which leads to the murder of the husband.

I was reminded of the case last week by a genuinely moving, and thought-provoking, article in ‘The Times’ about John, the son of Francis and Alma Rattenbury. Alma committed suicide after the murder, but although her lover was sentenced to hang, he won a reprieve. John, a young child at the time of the killing, grew up to be a successful architect who worked with Frank Lloyd Wright. The article, by journalist York Membery, reveals that the tragedy gave its innocent young victim ‘an understanding from a very early age of other people’s pain and sorrow.’ The late Sir David Napley, a renowned solicitor in his day, wrote a book suggesting that Alma herself killed Francis, while high on drugs, but John will have none of it.

The article coincides with the revival of Terence Rattigan’s play based on the case, Cause Celebre. Interestingly, the case also inspired two other plays, by John van Druten and Simon Gray. I gleaned this information from a wonderful, though relatively little known, book by Steve Haste. Called Criminal Sentences, it examines renderings of true crime cases in fiction and drama and is full of intriguing details.

Tuesday 4 December 2007

Garden Detectives

Whilst channel-zapping a couple of days ago, I was seduced by a programme called ‘Great Garden Detectives’. Now, I am the world’s least enthusiastic mower of lawns and hoer of weeds, but I love gardens, and garden history and garden design fascinate me. This enthusiasm prompted me to create a mysterious garden at Tarn Cottage for Daniel Kind in The Coffin Trail, and the secret of it is revealed in The Cipher Garden. (I must admit that even I hadn't worked out exactly what the secret was when I started the latter book; fortunately, the right idea came just in time...)

The programme focused on examining the secrets of the extraordinary gardens at Port Meirion, in Wales, one of my favourite places in the world. For those of you who have not visited it, I urge you to go. It’s unlike anywhere else, a pastiche Italian village on the edge of a Welsh estuary.

Famously, Port Meirion provided the setting for that cult sixties tv series, ‘The Prisoner’, starring Patrick McGoohan as an enigmatic spy who is kidnapped and finds himself trapped in a gorgeous but weird ‘village’ from which there is no escape. McGoohan had formerly starred in ‘Danger Man’, a more orthodox thriller serial, which I much enjoyed as a boy, and I remember the bewilderment that ‘The Prisoner’ inspired nationwide when it was first screened. Now, checking out the boxed set of DVDs, it is apparent that the concept was by no means clearly thought out. But ‘The Prisoner’ remains elusive and oddly appealing to this day. Rather like Port Meirion itself.

Monday 3 December 2007

Sherlock Holmes and Cobwebby Bottles

Like so many people, I first read the Sherlock Holmes stories in my youth, and I’ve remained an admirer ever since. I don’t belong to any of those societies whose members dress up in Holmesian guise and make pilgrimages to places like the Reichenbach Falls, but I’ve come across a number of people who thoroughly enjoy doing so, and it’s a testament to the enduring quality of the stories, and of the character of Holmes, that he retains such popularity to this day.

Over the years, I’ve published a handful of Sherlockian pastiches. The anthologist Mike Ashley started me down this road, commissioning a story called ‘The Case of the Suicidal Lawyer’ (yep, I was in gloomily ironic mood when I thought that title up) for The Mammoth Book of New Sherlock Holmes Adventures, and later tales have appeared in the late lamented magazine ‘Sherlock’, edited by David Stuart Davies, and ‘The Strand Magazine’, edited by Andrew Gulli. I’m currently toying with ideas for a new story for the latter. There’s something rather pleasant about trying to capture the voice of Dr Watson, and it’s entertaining to invent further apocryphal cases for the great man to add to the likes of the Giant Rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world still may not be adequately prepared.

Among the new generation of Holmes enthusiasts is writer and editor Rafe McGregor. He puts together a monthly e-zine called ‘Cobwebby Bottles’, and the sixth issue, a bumper holiday season compilation, has just been produced. If you are interested in Holmes, I can recommend it. Contact Rafe at RafeG@aol.com or visit his website, http://www.rafemcgregor.com.uk/

Sunday 2 December 2007

Mystery and history

Mysteries with a historical background were written long before the 1970s, but the popularity of this branch of the genre really took off in that decade, thanks in the main to the success of Peter Lovesey’s books about Sergeant Cribb and Ellis Peters’ about Brother Cadfael. In recent years, the complexities of forensic science have led many authors who in the past would have written about contemporary amateur detectives to conjure up historical sleuths, who don’t have to worry about DNA and all that.

I’ve tried my hand at a number of short stories with a historical background, often as a result of commissions from anthologists. They are fun to write, and although I don’t have any plans to write a series of novels with a historical background, I might resurrect Benjamin Jowett, renowned Master of Balliol College, for another outing one of these days. He featured in my solitary (so far) tale set in Oxford, ‘The Mind of the Master’, which I think has been my most successful effort at the historical mystery to date.

Meanwhile, Faber, publishers of distinction, are carving themselves something of a niche with historical detective fiction. Their latest offering to show up on the radar is A Vengeful Longing, due to be published next February. It’s a sequel to A Gentle Axe, which I must admit passed me by, and it features Porfiry from Crime and Punishment – a neat idea.

Saturday 1 December 2007

Waterloo Sunset




For me – perhaps the same is true for many authors – a recently completed manuscript takes a giant step towards becoming a book that will take its place in the real world, outside my head, the first time I see the dust jacket artwork.

Waterloo Sunset is the first Harry Devlin novel to be published at around the same time in both the UK and US, and I’ve received proposals for the artwork from both Allison & Busby, here, and Poisoned Pen Press. Here they are. It’s fascinating to me to see the different images conjured up by the same manuscript.

I’m also turning my mind to publicity events. One of the most enjoyable ways of socialising with both readers and fellow writers, and yet being able to pretend to oneself that one is marketing a new book in a business-like way, is to attend crime conventions. In the UK, 2008 offers both Crimefest in June and the excellent Harrogate Festival in July. As for the States, I’m currently wondering whether I can manage both Malice Domestic, in Washington, in the spring, and the Baltimore Bouchercon in October. I gather that Baltimore has a few things in common with Liverpool, setting of Waterloo Sunset, so a trip there is certainly tempting.

Friday 30 November 2007

Paul Temple

A year or so back, I was puzzled by the regular appearance of Paul Temple cds in the top ten charts for audio books. Although I confess to a weakness for some of Francis Durbridge’s non-series cliffhanger thrillers, notably the excellent Bat out of Hell, the tv adaptations of the Temple stories, which I remember from my teens, left me underwhelmed.

So I invested in a set of 10 of the Temple audio books, just to see what all the fuss was about, and I enjoyed them far more than I expected. I have a long and very tedious commute to and from work each day, and the Temple mysteries certainly improved the journey. They are light and undemanding fare, and after a few stories, you start to anticipate the stock plot devices. Sir Graham Forbes from Scotland Yard pops in to the Temples' posh London flat with alarming regularity to seek help when the police are baffled. Every time the Temples get into a car, one fears that they will be driven off the road by a malevolent enemy. And their consumption of martinis is prodigious. Of course, the sensibilities are dated. But every now and then, Durbridge pulls off a genuinely clever conjuring trick, and this facility alone makes the stories fun escapism for fans of traditional detective fiction.

Thursday 29 November 2007

Peter Haining

I didn't know Peter Haining personally, but over the years I've read and enjoyed several of his anthologies, and so I was sorry to learn that he died just over a week ago, reportedly of a heart attack.

Haining wrote a few novels, apparently, but I'm unfamiliar with them. A journalist by profession, he became astonishingly prolific as an anthologist, working usually (but not always) in the crime genre. His particular forte was digging out obscure stories that had disappeared from sight. Unlike Mike Ashley and Maxim Jakubowski, say, he did not focus mainly on commissioning new work, but even though some of his books contained a leavening of familiar material, his capacity for research was remarkable.

Compiling anthologies is an interesting occupation, I think. I've edited sixteen myself, and for the most part I've focused on new material rather than previously published work. But when I edited Mysterious Pleasures, to celebrate the CWA's Golden Jubilee,I had to dig in the vaults to find stories by deceased former CWA luminaries. The co-operation I received from the families of such writers as John Creasey and Leslie Charteris was generous indeed. Sadly, the agents of one deceased writer - popular in the past, but now out of print - demanded such a high reprint fee that it wasn't possible to include the story. This struck me as short-sighted, for there was a chance to introduce a new generation of readers to a gifted practitioner of classic detection. And it's salutary how quickly even very popular writers slip out of the public eye within a few years of their death.

Wednesday 28 November 2007

The Sleuth of Baghdad

I’ve been dipping again into some of the stories collected in The Sleuth of Baghdad, by Charles B. Child. Charles who? Well, I’d never heard of him either, until that excellent small press Crippen & Landru reprinted these post-war stories about Inspector Chafik J. Chafik of the Baghdad police, in their ‘Lost Classics’ series.

The stories are competent, but the real fascination lies in the portrayal of a vanished society. It’s sobering to read about Chafik’s cases and to reflect what has happened in his country in more recent times.

The stories would undoubtedly have remained lost had it not been for the enthusiasm of Douglas Greene, the guiding spirit behind Crippen & Landru. Their books are wonderfully produced – attractive and a pleasure to own. I’ve been a subscriber for years and my only concern is that Doug is producing books much faster than I can read them.

He hired me a couple of years back to edit a collection of lost stories by Ellis Peters, creator of Brother Cadfael. The result was The Trinity Cat, on which I collaborated with Sue Feder, a renowned Peters expert, who sadly died before the book appeared on the shelves. Doug’s a great authority on crime fiction – notably the work of John Dickson Carr – and his achievements as a publisher deserve to be celebrated.

Music to kill people by

One issue on which writers have sharply conflicting views is whether or not it helps to listen to music while they are working on their latest book or essay. Some people regard any sound as a distraction, but I’m firmly in the camp that listens to music –typically, these days, a selection from iTunes.

Although I like most kinds of music, movie themes and soundtracks – including those for crime films - are high on the list. And here’s a quiz question: the work of one particular songwriter has featured in every novel I’ve ever written. But who?

The answer isn’t John Barry, but I’ve always admired his work and his score for Body Heat – which happens to be my favourite crime film – is outstanding. It certainly contributed to the steamy atmosphere created by the brilliantly twisting screenplay. Roy Budd’s score for Get Carter is almost as good, and I think the Francis Monkman theme that accompanies the stunning final scene in The Long Good Friday is terrific. The Quincy Jones song ‘On Days Like These’, written for the opening titles of The Italian Job is an easy listening classic, and as I type these lines I’m listening to Lalo Schifrin’s theme for Bullitt. Though in a few minutes I won’t be thinking about Steve McQueen or car chases, but rather how to tackle the next element of the synopsis for the fourth Lake District Mystery…..

Monday 26 November 2007

Raven Black

I’m delighted to hear that Ann Cleeves’ novel Raven Black has been short-listed for Sweden’s Martin Beck award (named after the gloomy cop created by Sjowall and Wahloo) for the best translated novel of the year. The same book earned Ann the CWA Duncan Lawrie Dagger for best crime novel of 2006, and led to her breakthrough into crime fiction’s Premier League.

The reason for my delight is that Ann has been a great friend for upwards of fifteen years, as well as a fellow member of Murder Squad for the past seven. I read and enjoyed her early novels before we met for the first time and it’s a real pleasure to see that her talents are now, at long last, being very widely recognised.

What made Raven Black stand out more than her earlier books? It’s quite tricky to analyse. The Shetland setting is evocative and memorable – but then, she’s been a leading exponent of the rural mystery for a long time. The plot and characters are very good, but the same can be said of the other books. The Healers, The Baby Snatcher, and The Sleeping and the Dead are also terrific novels, but they made much less impact upon publication. A key factor is probably the marketing push that her publishers gave to this particular novel – and they were well rewarded for their faith in it.

One of the features of Ann’s work is her economical literary style. She writes very good short stories, several of which I’ve included in anthologies I’ve edited. I hope that before long she’ll put together a collection of them. In the meantime, look out for ‘The Plater’ (which was short-listed for a CWA Dagger) and ‘Games for Winter’ in particular. They are both first rate.

Sunday 25 November 2007

George Hargrave dies again



This week saw the last performance, in 2007, of my Victorian murder mystery event, ‘Who Killed George Hargrave?’ It took place at the Dudson Museum in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent, and the actors performed on a wonderful set conceived by the curator, Alison Morgan.

I’d never even heard of the Dudson before Alison contacted me to enquire about the mystery evening, but I liked the place a lot (once I’d calmed down after a journey made fraught by a pile-up on the M6 which resulted in a ten-mile tail-back.) The theme of the museum is Staffordshire pottery, and the centrepiece of the group of buildings is a renovated bottle oven, which reminded me of a similar place where the mystery was performed last year, in Swadlincote, Derbyshire. I am a huge fan of museums (in my day job, one of my absolute favourite clients is the World Museum, Liverpool – great people) and I’m often struck by the charm of the many small, relatively unsung museums tucked away up and down the country. They tell us a great deal about our heritage, in a very digestible manner. Take a look at the Dudson if you are ever in the Potteries.

The actors performed with gusto and the evening was a sell-out. All very gratifying. This year I’ve staged the event more than ever before and one thing that I never expected when I first wrote it is the variety of interpretations that different groups of actors find in material that (for plot reasons) is necessarily very tightly scripted. In the past twelve months, we’ve done the event in places as far apart as Stroud and Huddersfield, and in a stately home as well as at the Dudson and assorted libraries.

So, no more events for me until the new year. I might even get a bit of writing done in the near future. But in March, George Hargrave will bite the dust on three consecutive evenings at different venues in the North East – a Victorian murder mystery tour! More details soon on my website.

Saturday 24 November 2007

Gently Does It?

More than seven months after it was originally screened, I’ve finally got round to watching a recording I made of the TV pilot for a new detective series, ‘George Gently’, starring Martin Shaw as the eponymous cop.

Gently was created by Alan Hunter, a Norwich-born author who died a couple of years ago. It’s sad that, after writing a long-running series at the rate of more or less one book a year for around half a century, Hunter didn’t live to see his creation adapted for the small screen (and by a much acclaimed writer, Peter Flannery.)

I never met Alan Hunter, but we were in touch once, more than a decade ago, when he contributed a short story to an anthology I co-edited with Robert Church on behalf of the East Anglian chapter of the CWA, Anglian Blood. That is a book, incidentally, with a claim to having the most horrible cover artwork of all time. I’ve only read one of Hunter’s books, Strangling Man, which I suspect (and, frankly, hope) was not one of his best.

Given that Hunter was very much a man of East Anglia, I was rather baffled by the fact that the television show was set in the North East (and further confused to discover that it was actually filmed in Ireland.) Shaw is a good actor, but given that he is quite familiar to us as the most recent incarnation of Adam Dalgliesh, I did wonder whether he was the ideal choice for yet another senior cop from Scotland Yard. His spiky relationship with a new sidekick was well done, but for me the show was stolen by Phil Davis, as a genuinely menacing villain. Further episodes are planned for next year.

Friday 23 November 2007

Unseen

Eurocrime is all the rage these days. And I’m not just referring to Karen Meek’s excellent website and blog of that name. Not so long ago, crime fiction by authors from the Continent was hard to find in the shops; now, it’s everywhere, and a good thing too.

I’ve just finished Unseen, by the Swedish writer Mari Jungstedt, which first appeared in the UK (in a translation with a distinctly American flavour) a couple of years ago. It’s a serial killer novel which benefits from an excellent setting – the island of Gotland. The story is extremely readable and the depiction of a woman torn between her family commitments and an exciting new lover is very well done. I was less convinced by the detective work of the investigating team, whose failure to pick up crucial clues stuck me as bordering on the negligent. Even so, I liked the story, and I’ll keep an eye out for Jungstedt’s next book, Unspoken.

Thursday 22 November 2007

Ira Levin

Ira Levin, who died a few days ago, was an extraordinarily gifted story-teller. He can’t be accused of being prolific, producing a mere seven novels in the last half-century or so. But several of those novels were masterpieces of story-telling. His debut, A Kiss Before Dying, came out when he was only 23, but it remains an outstanding crime novel. Rosemary’s Baby is utterly gripping, as was Polanski’s film, while The Stepford Wives is another example of Levin’s flair for depicting innocents in the grip of dark forces quite beyond their control.

Levin wrote more plays than novels. Deathtrap is by far the most renowned, but I enjoyed Veronica’s Room(I’ve only read it, never seen it performed) even more. I’ve always been interested in crime stories written for the theatre and it’s a subject to which I’ll return in the future, as it seems to me that mystery plays are almost always overlooked in studies of the genre. And there have been some very good ones over the years.

But for now, it’s enough to salute the memory of an author whose best work I found utterly compelling.

Wednesday 21 November 2007

Signpost To Murder

Thanks to TCM and similar channels, it’s become possible to check out all manner of rather obscure movies and one of the latest I’ve seen is Signpost to Murder, starring a young Joanne Woodward and the rather less celebrated Stuart Whitman. It’s a black and white film from the early sixties, based on a play by Monte Doyle, which still turns up from time to time in productions by provincial repertory companies. The play was evidently a success in its day, although Doyle’s career appears to have been short-lived.

Most films based on stage plays struggle to conceal their theatrical origins, and this one is no exception. The main action is confined to a single, albeit elaborate set, a house dominated by a huge water wheel, located in an isolated rural community. Whitman is an allegedly insane convicted murderer, on the run after escaping from the institution where he has been confined for the past five years. Woodward is waiting for her husband to return from a plane trip and after Whitman breaks in and threatens her with a gun, she finds herself forced to co-operate with his attempts to escape justice. A relationship develops between them, with a touch of Stockholm Syndrome about it, but then a body turns up, and the plot twists begin.

The mystery is cunningly contrived, with a dramatic finale. Woodward and Whitman give charismatic performances, unlike the rest of a rather unconvincing cast, and one is only just able to forgive the dialogue, which creaks like the water wheel. Worth watching, but no masterpiece – more like a period piece.

Tuesday 20 November 2007

Codes and Ciphers

Codes and ciphers have featured in detective fiction since the days of Edgar Allan Poe, and I’m as fascinated by them as most people. Hence, of course, The Cipher Garden, which was the second Lake District Mystery. I just about resisted the temptation to call it The Da Vinci Code Garden…and certainly, the idea of having a sort of cipher set within a garden appealed greatly to me. It sprang from a visit years ago to Mellor’s Garden, near Macclesfield, a truly memorable place.

Recently I received yet another novel which follows in the wake of Dan Brown, The Alexandra Cipher, by Will Adams, published by Harper. It features an ‘outcast Egyptologist’ called Daniel Knox. I’m hoping that any ciphers in the story give the reader a fair chance to puzzle them out. Not so long ago, I read Policeman’s Evidence, an obscure Golden Age detective story by Rupert Penny, a writer whom generally I admire Alas, the cipher that Penny included was so complex that it defeated me (not difficult) and demanded an extensive explanation at the end of the book (not desirable.) Penny, whose real name was Basil Thornett, worked at Bletchley during the Second World War, probably as a cryptographer. His books are always ingenious, although this particular novel was a bit too clever for its own good, and thus a bit dull. It has recently been reprinted by Ramble House, and I’m hoping that they soon reprint some of the other, superior Penny mysteries.

Monday 19 November 2007

Cranford

I feel a strangely proprietorial interest in the BBC’s latest costume drama with an all star cast, because Cranford (aka Knutsford) is the town of my birth and my firm has an office in King Street, which got a name check in episode one of the adaptation of Elizabeth Gaskell’s classic. I thought it was excellent, although from a narrowly parochial point of view, it was a pity that the key locations were not shot in the town. The screenplay makes it clear that the people of Cranford are a proud and sturdily independent lot, and the rather anonymous, though pretty, street scenes, did not adequately convey the vibrancy and character of the real place. But the script was first rate and the performances excellent. I spotted John Bowe (the killer in the very first episode of ‘Prime Suspect’) and the estimable Philip Glenister (Gene Hunt from ‘Life on Mars’), among the cast. I shall certainly keep watching.

As far as I know, I’m the only novelist to hail from Knutsford (it’s not exactly a massive claim to fame, I do realise…) and it’s a town I hold very dear. I featured it in a short scene in my second book, Suspicious Minds, but it takes centre stage in my most recent short story, ‘The Mystery of Canute Villa’, which appears in Mike Ashley’s new anthology of Dickensian whodunits. It’s a tale which brings together Elizabeth Gaskell and her friend Charles Dickens, and results in a fictional resolution of a tragic mystery from Gaskell’s personal life.

Sunday 18 November 2007

A Cold Case

I mentioned recently the many sources for a writer’s inspiration. I’ve been hoarding press cuttings that intrigue me for 20 years or more, and one of the early snippets looks as though it may just help with the story-line of the fourth Lake District Mystery. It’s a yellowing extract from ‘The Daily Telegraph’ (a newspaper that rather likes a good murder case) about the strange death of a woman called Shani Warren. She was found dead and bound in a shallow pool, but it wasn’t clear whether it was a case of suicide or murder. The authorities seem to have settled for the former, but the case still features on the internet as part of a popular conspiracy theory, connected with the business of her employers.

I’m not focusing on the conspiracy angle, but the odd circumstances of the death are hard to explain and they have set me thinking – just as they did when I first read the report (at a time when I was a very long way from publishing my first novel, and kept fretting that it would never happen.)

It’s odd to look at the other stories in the same newspaper and cast one’s mind back. Mrs Thatcher had just won another general election victory and there was much discussion about the plans of politicians who have long since disappeared from the scene I am sure that the emotional impact of Shani Warren’s tragic and rather terrible death upon her family and friends has, however, continued to endure.

Saturday 17 November 2007

Poetry And Inspector Morse

A successful detective series can generate all manner of spin-offs. Think of all the interest in Sherlockiana. These days, Inspector Morse is beginning to rival the great consulting detective in terms of the extraordinary by-products of his recorded cases. In the summer, I accompanied a group of American readers to The Trout pub in Wolvercote, which had all the Morse book covers on the wall – fantastic publicity, quite apart from the contribution to the atmosphere.

Now I’ve laid my hands on a real curiosity – Morse and More, ‘a poetic tribute to the thirteen Inspector Morse novels of Colin Dexter’. This is the work of Patricia Buchanan, with illustrations by Janet Owen, and is compiled and edited by Antony J. Richards. It’s an avowedly unpretentious, light-hearted publication, which includes summaries of the TV shows to which the poems relate. Richards is also responsible for a nice little guide booklet called The Oxford of Inspector Morse. Both works are published by The Irregular Special Press.

Friday 16 November 2007

On Murder

I’m reading a lot of Thomas de Quincey at the moment. He’s a writer I’ve somehow missed over the years (and I’m afraid he’s not the only significant gap in my literary education) but I’m finding both his essays and his life story intriguing.

The Oxford World Classics edition of On Murder has an introduction by Robert Morrison. The closing lines of his Introduction struck me as thought-provoking, and worth sharing:

‘In [de Quincey’s] hands, violent crime became a subject which could be detached from social circumstances and then ironized, tamed, analysed, exploited, and avidly enjoyed by his burgeoning magazine audiences, and by generations of murder mystery connoisseurs and armchair detectives who enjoy the intellectual challenge, rapt exploration, and satiric safety of murder as a fine art.’

We don’t hear too much about old Thomas in histories of the genre. Possibly we should.

Thursday 15 November 2007

Good Company

The Allison & Busby catalogue for the first six months of 2008 has just appeared. It features the paperback edition of The Arsenic Labyrinth, scheduled for February, plus the return of Harry Devlin, in Waterloo Sunset, next June. It’s always exciting to see the first publicity for one’s new book, and I’m pleased with the cover of Waterloo Sunset. It is a moody picture of the beach at Waterloo, in Merseyside, which features significantly in the story. The cover style is the same as for the Lake District Mysteries, which seems like a good idea to me.

But what really caught my eye were the names of the other authors with books coming out in the same period. A&B now publish CWA Diamond Dagger winner H.R.F. Keating (who has written a new Inspector Ghote) and Jonathan Gash, creator of that one-time staple of popular television, Lovejoy. Add to the mix such notable writers as Robert Barnard, Marshall Karp, Priscilla Masters, Judith Cutler and Keith Marston, and it’s company that I’m honoured to share.

Wednesday 14 November 2007

Film It Again

It’s unusual for a brilliant crime novel to be turned into an equally brilliant film. For there to be a re-make of the film that is as good as the original is rare indeed. Kenneth Fearing was a poet who wrote a handful of crime novels. By far the best known is was The Big Clock, which was turned into a first-rate movie starring Ray Milland. The re-make, No Way Out, featured Kevin Costner. It updated the story to the Cold War era, abandoning the magazine empire setting for the Pentagon, and adding an extra twist at the end. I’ve just watched it for a second time and thoroughly enjoyed it.

The temptation to add an extra twist in a re-make is understandable. Yet it is fraught with difficulty. An example of is to be found in Diabolique, starring Sharon Stone and Isabelle Adjani. This is the 1990s version of Les Diaboliques, based on a novel by Boileau and Narcejac. It begins extremely well, but towards the end, my patience was tested by the contortions of the screenplay. Though Isabelle Adjani is always watchable, to say the very least.

Tuesday 13 November 2007

Where Do you Find Your Ideas?

All writers are asked this question from time to time. I once wrote a short story that used the question as a key plot device, as well as a title - and it later became the title story of a book-length collection of my stories, each of which I introduced with a short account of the inspiration for that particular mystery.

When one is casting around for ideas – as I am today, in planning the next Lake District Mystery - there are endless possible sources. It may be a news story, it may be a chance remark overheard (like ‘Why didn’t they ask Evans?’, which so intrigued Agatha Christie.) In so far as there is a secret of success in coming up with ideas, I suspect it involves keeping an open and receptive mind at all times.

Before I wrote my first novel, I used to worry about ideas, and plots, and this anxiety held me back. Now I’m much more relaxed. The challenge is to come up with ideas that offer something fresh, rather than familiar. But this may sometimes simply be a matter of giving an old idea a new spin. In my case, this is especially true with short stories. One of the first I ever wrote, ‘The Boxer’, is really a late 20th century take on that Sherlockian classic, ‘The Red-Headed League – transplanted to Harry Devlin’s Liverpool. But I’d like to think that not many people realised this until I pointed it out.

Monday 12 November 2007

Grief Encounters

Stuart Pawson has been a colleague of mine in the Murder Squad collective of Northern crime writers since its inception in 2000, and his twelfth novel, with the excellent title Grief Encounters, has just been published. All the books feature the Yorkshire cop DI Charlie Priest, all have a distinctive, amusing and slightly off-beat flavour. The opening line of the new book is: ‘Johnny Mathis could go to hell.’ Well, it’s the first mention of Johnny Mathis I’ve come across for ages, but like Stuart I can remember the days when he was a fixture on the radio. I guess I liked him more than Stuart – a Bob Dylan fan - did.

Stuart’s unusual in having never published a novel outside his series. However, he’s contributed a couple of non-Charlie Priest stories to anthologies I’ve edited and one of them, ‘Les’s Story’, which appeared in I.D.: Crimes of Identity was short-listed last year for the CWA award for best short story of the year (the eventual winner was Bob Barnard, whose story appeared in the same book.) He is by nature a retiring (though very witty) chap but his reputation has grown steadily by word of mouth over the years and first editions of his early novels in fine condition now command high prices as collectors have started to seek them out.

Sunday 11 November 2007

Flatliners

In between novels, I write the occasional short story and catch up with other things. So I’ve finally watched the 1990 movie Flatliners starring Kiefer Sutherland and Julia Roberts. It’s a spooky thriller about bringing the dead back to life, not a conventional crime film, but in some ways not too distant from my favourite genre. I was very taken with the photography which gave parts of Chicago a very Gothic feel. I enjoyed the movie a lot. It’s intelligently scripted, with something to say about the importance of forgiveness.

I’ve never visited Chicago, but it’s on my list of places to see. Not so long ago, a Bouchercon crime convention was held there, but I wasn’t able to make it. One of the incidental pleasures of overseas conventions is the chance to visit somewhere different. I’m not sure I’d ever have visited Seattle had it not been for this year’s Left Coast Crime convention. And I was so glad I did. Despite all the warnings I was given about the weather, it turned out to be bright and sunny (well, most of the time) and among many highlights was sailing around the harbour on a lovely crisp morning.

Saturday 10 November 2007

The Prisoner

Before Patrick McGoohan created his cult 60s tv show ‘The Prisoner’, the same title was used for the English translation of a novel by Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac.

I’ve talked about these writers before in this blog. I love their cleverness, the way they play intricate games with the mystery of identity, and their fascination with stunning twists of fate. The Prisoner is the best of their books that I’ve found so far, even better than the book which gave rise to Hitchcock’s classic ‘Vertigo’.

My review of the book will be found in a future ssue of CADS. For now, suffice to say that I found it gripping. Gervais escapes from a war-time prison camp, and borrows the identity of a friend and fellow prisoner who is killed after the escape. But the strange household Gervais joins becomes a different kind of prison.

It may be trite to say ‘I could not put this book down.’ But for me, it was absolutely true of The Prisoner.

Friday 9 November 2007

Green For Danger

I’ve filled a gap in my education at long last by catching up with the film of Christianna Brand’s finest whodunit, Green for Danger. Alastair Sim, who plays Inspector Cockrill, received much acclaim for his witty performance, and the praise accorded to the film seems to me to be entirely justified (though one reviewer’s comment that ‘the plot is superfluous’ had me well and truly baffled.)

I first read the book as a teenager and I doubt if there are many better detective stories set during the Second World War. The wartime setting is integral to the story-line, not mere background, and the mystery is ingeniously contrived. I’ve always liked the title of the novel, and borrowed it for a CWA anthology of crimes in the countryside a few years back.

Brand was a very clever writer, with a flair for plot. She is often praised for her characterisation too, although at times I find some of her more highly strung creations a bit irritating. Her short stories are well worth seeking out, because her gifts were especially well suited to the short form. A relatively recent collection is The Spotted Cat, edited by Tony Medawar and published by Crippen & Landru.

Brand was obviously quite a character in real life. CADS magazine recently reprinted her recollections of fellow members of the Detection Club. Indiscreet and very entertaining.

Thursday 8 November 2007

Two More Anthologies

As a passionate fan of short stories, I’m delighted to receive two new collections, edited by well-known men of mystery.

Paris Noir – the title speaks for itself – is put together by Maxim Jakubowski. Maxim owns Murder One, a great bookshop in the Charing Cross Road, but I first came across him through the Zomba Books omnibuses that he edited in the 1980s – they introduced me to wonderful writers such as Cornell Woolrich, Fredric Brown and David Goodis. Our first face to face encounter was when he acted as a Magnus Magnusson surrogate quiz-master at the World Mystery Convention in London in 1990. I was one of the contestants – an occasion I recall as vividly as yesterday.

Since then, Maxim has included a number of my own stories in books he has edited and each acceptance has given me a real frisson of pleasure, because this is a guy who is steeped in crime fiction, who knows everyone there is to know, and can pick and choose from the superstars. This new book includes contributions from the likes of John Harvey, Jason Starr and Stella Duffy..

Dead Man’s Hand is edited by Otto Penzler, another influential crime bookshop owner and expert on the genre. This time the unifying theme is poker. Contributors include Jeffrey Deaver, Alexander McCall Smith, Michael Connelly, and one of my long-time personal favourites, the brilliant Peter Robinson. Otto’s Mysterious Bookshop briefly had a presence in London, and Andrew Taylor and I once did a joint book-launch there. Shortly afterwards, the shop closed, but I don’t think this was directly attributable to Andrew or me….

Wednesday 7 November 2007

Boileau and Narcejac

I mentioned Pierre Boileau and his partner in crime writing Thomas Narcejac the other day. They are my favourite (non-British) European mystery novelists, ahead of Simenon, Camilleri, Fossum and all the others. Narcejac once wrote a whole book about his hero Simenon, but for my money (I know it’s a minority view) the pupil surpassed the master.

Boileau-Narcejac books almost always have a filmic quality. So it’s no surprise that some of the very best crime movies ever made have been based on their novels – notably ‘Vertigo’ and ‘Les Diaboliques’

I’ve reviewed several Boileau-Narcejac novels for CADS, that excellent magazine edited by Geoff Bradley. One of the recent titles I had the pleasure of reading was Who Was Claire Jallu? It’s a typical Boileau-Narcejac work, with dazzling twists, and lots of confusion about identities.

But what struck me was that the publishers didn’t even get their authors’ names right. Both on the cover and in the bio note, the writers were named as Thomas Boileau and Pierre Narcejac.

And this was at a time when their fame was at its height….

Tuesday 6 November 2007

Mat Coward

Some may not agree, but it’s becoming almost as hard to stay published as it is to find a publisher in the first place. In this blog I’ve mentioned the likes of Kay Mitchell and Stephen Murray, two fine writers who have slipped from sight in recent years. And there are many more I can think of.

The other day I had an email from Mat Coward. I’ve never met him, but we’ve been in touch for a number of years. He’s written entertaining novels, and is an incisive reviewer and commentator on the genre, but his particular strength is as a short story writer. I’ve included many of his stories in anthologies that I’ve edited for the Crime Writers’ Association. Invariably, they are witty and original – ‘Nice People’ is one of several that stick in my mind.

Now Mat tells me that at present he’s not writing crime and he’s allowed his membership of the CWA to lapse. There are all kinds of reasons why this happens, and Mat is enjoying success as a freelance writer in other fields – but all the same, it’s a matter for regret when someone seriously talented decides to move away from the genre. I hope we’ll see more of his mystery fiction in years to come.

Monday 5 November 2007

Mystery Women

There is an excellent organisation called Mystery Women, and I’ll talk about them another day, but the title of this post relates to the revised first volume of an encyclopaedia compiled by Colleen Barnett. Published by Poisoned Pen Press, it deals with ‘leading women characters in mystery fiction’ and covers the period 1860-1979.

I’m a sucker for reference books and have collected dozens over the years dealing with different aspects of crime fiction. This meaty yet modestly priced volume (it’s £11.95 in the UK) certainly deserves a place on the shelf. It’s one of those books that it’s fun to dip in to, whether you are in search of information about, say, P.D. James’ Cordelia Gray or just on the look-out for entertaining trivia about a large cast of rather unlikely detectives from days gone by. I’m lost in awe at the scale of Ms Barnett’s research.

Sunday 4 November 2007

Crimini

I’ve been a fan of Continental crime writing for years. I never understood why some of the great European mystery writers were virtual unknowns in the UK. Things have changed dramatically in recent years, thank goodness – so much so that we’ve had quite a deluge of Eurocrime. Inevitably, some of the books have been better than others. Many of the best have appeared under the imprint of Bitter Lemon Press.

Their latest venture is an anthology of Italian short stories, Crimini. It’s due to hit the shops on 10 January. Edited by Giancarlo de Cataldo, it includes contributions from such excellent writers as Carlo Lucarelli and Andrea Camilleri.

Bitter Lemon, by the way, introduced to British readers that fascinating author Friedrich Glauser, creator of the dogged Sergeant Studer. If they had done nothing else, they would deserve much praise. But they’ve achieved much more, and have published a wide range of excellent novels by writers otherwise unknown here.

Only one question: why on earth have neither Bitter Lemon, nor anyone else in the UK, not as yet reprinted the work of that prolific and brilliant crime-writing duo, Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac?

Saturday 3 November 2007

Cause for Celebration

There were fireworks over Lymm tonight. Not actually in celebration of my finishing the final edit of Waterloo Sunset, but from a personal point of view, they might have been.

The book is the eighth in the Harry Devlin series, but the first since 1999. It’s been about a year in the writing; quite a tricky year, because of the need to juggle fiction with pressures of the day job.

The last task was to take account of editorial input from my UK publisher, Susie Dunlop. She came up with a number of thoughts that translated into minor changes (in terms of word count) which I reckon should have a disproportionately beneficial effect on the book as a whole.

By late afternoon it was done. In good time for us to set off for the bonfire at the local rugby field and watch a dazzling display in the night sky.

Friday 2 November 2007

A master class in short story writing

I’ve belatedly caught up with a two-volume set of short stories by Ed Gorman which was published in the spring. The set initiates an ambitious project, The Collected Ed Gorman, and these two books, introduced respectively by Lawrence Block and Max Allan Collins, bring together many of his short crime stories, with another volume in the works. I was familiar with some of the stories, from a Crippen & Landru gathering, Famous Blue Raincoat, but the vast majority were new to me.

Gorman is an accomplished novelist, yet I’m sure that Collins is right to say that he is ‘a short story writer at heart’. Any writer (certainly including someone like me) can learn a lot about the craft from studying his short stories. Take ‘The Moving Coffin’, for instance. This manages to be witty, clever, scary and poignant – quite a feat. The over-optimistic parole officer Ralph is one of a host of quickly yet brilliantly drawn characters; the loyal criminal’s wife Delia is another.

Like many writers whom he’s encouraged by phone or email, I’ve never met Ed, but he’s become a significant influence upon my career – originally through his involvement with ‘Mystery Scene’ and US publishing, most recently through his excellent blog. His work doesn’t have such a high profile in the UK, but I’ve admired his writing since my first encounter with it – a novel called The Night Remembers, published in the early 90s. More recently I’ve tracked down and enjoyed a couple of entries in his elusive but entertaining Sam Cain series.

A word for the publisher. I must admit that I’d never heard of PS Publishing, but they turn out to be a venture run by Pete Crowther and his wife Nicky, whom I got to know years back via the Northern Chapter of the Crime Writers Association. They focus mainly on sci-fi, fantasy and horror fiction, but this excursion into crime is wholly successful. The books are elegantly produced, and the limited slip-cased edition signed by Ed, and by Block and Collins respectively, would make a terrific and generous Christmas present for a deserving enthusiast for the best in short mystery fiction.

Thursday 1 November 2007

A Literary Lunch

What better way to spend a chunk of a day’s holiday from work than as the only man in a room full of 240 women? My companions were members of the Cheshire Federation of Women’s Institutes, and the occasion was their annual literary lunch.

The image of the WI seems to have transformed in recent years. The movie ‘Calendar Girls’ and their famous slow-handclapping of Tony Blair must have had a lot to do with it. But I’d guess that there’s always been a lot more to the WI than many outsiders appreciate. Certainly, the people I met today were great fun to be with. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to such a large group before – certainly not as sole speaker – but the hour’s talk seemed to fly by. And there was no slow-handclapping.

Wednesday 31 October 2007

Mapping the Scene

Catherine Aird’s new book has arrived. Losing Ground is the latest in the long series featuring DI Sloan and DC Crosby of the Calleshire Constabulary. The novels are characterised by light humour and a smoothly readable style. I’m lucky to have a first edition of Seedy Sloan’s debut, The Religious Body, which dates back to 1966. It contains an excellent map of the fictional county in which Aird sets her books.

At one time, maps often featured in whodunits. Like family trees, and lists of characters, maps have rather gone out of fashion in recent years, but for the whodunit fan, they are often both useful and (if well done) entertaining in themselves. Unable to resist temptation, I included a family tree in The Arsenic Labyrinth, while there was a map of fictitious Brackdale in the US edition of The Coffin Trail.

But I digress. It’s a pleasure to anticipate a new Catherine Aird novel. Her short stories are equally effective, and I was grateful to have the opportunity to include one of them, ‘Chapter and Hearse’, in the 1998 CWA anthology Past Crimes. The tale also provided the title for a recent collection of Catherine’s work in the short form, a book which contains several gems.

Catherine was a UK editor of The Oxford Companion to Crime & Mystery Writing, an under-rated reference work, and is an expert on the life and work of the late Josephine Tey, one of the greatest names from the Golden Age. Her knowledge of the tricks of the crime writer’s trade ensures that plotting is one of her strengths.