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Saturday, 5 April 2014

Edmund Crispin (1921-1978)



Detectives of the Golden Age
 Edmund Crispin (1921-1978)
By Carol Westron

Edmund Crispin is the pseudonym of Robert Bruce Montgomery, known as Bruce Montgomery, who is remarkable because he achieved equal fame, under his own name and his pseudonym, in two different fields of creativity. As Bruce Montgomery, he was a popular composer and, as Edmund Crispin, an acclaimed writer of nine detective novels and two volumes of short stories.

Montgomery was born in Buckinghamshire and educated at Merchant Taylors' School. As a child he had a congenital deformity of the feet and, up to the age of fourteen, he had to endure many operations and wear callipers to prevent his feet turning inwards. He graduated from St John's College, Oxford in 1943, having been for two years its organ scholar and choirmaster. He taught at Shrewsbury School from 1943 to 1945. His initial fame came as a composer of choral and vocal music, the best known of which is An Oxford Requiem (1951.) He then turned to film work and wrote the scores for many British comedies in the 1950s. He composed six scores for the Carry On series, including the original Carry On theme. In 1961 he was responsible for the screenplay and score of the comedy set in an elite music school, Raising the Wind. This film drew heavily on the casts of two popular comedy series of the time, the Carry On and the Doctor series, although it did not belong in either series.

From 1944 until 1953, as Edmund Crispin, he published eight detective novels and one collection of short stories. His literary output then dried up, although he still wrote reviews of books in the crime and science fiction genres for the Sunday Times. In 1977, just before his death, he completed and published a final crime novel, The Glimpses of the Moon and in 1979 a short story collection, Fen Country, was published posthumously.

From 1953 onwards he produced little music or literary work, although he edited seven volumes entitled Best Science Fiction, which were published in the 1960s. He lived quietly in Devon, in poor health due to alcohol-related problems. In 1976, he married his secretary, Ann. He died two years later in 1978.

While studying at Oxford, Crispin read and admired detective stories; his particular heroes were John Dickson Carr and Michael Innes, and when he started to create his own detective fiction he adopted the name of one of the characters in Innes' novel, Hamlet, Revenge! As his pseudonym.

Crispin's detective is Gervase Fen, a professor of English at St Christopher's College, Oxford. This fictional college is located next to Crispin's own college, St John's. Fen's character is reputedly based on an eccentric Oxford professor, W.E. Moore. In the first of Crispin's detective novels, The Case of the Gilded Fly (1944) we encounter Gervase Fen as the train he is travelling on is delayed just outside Oxford: 'At no time a patient man, the delays drove him to distraction. He coughed and groaned and yawned and shuffled his feet and agitated his long, lanky body about in the corner where he sat. His cheerful, ruddy, clean-shaven face grew even ruddier than usual; his dark hair, sedulously plastered down with water, broke out into disaffected fragments towards the crown.' A few years later, his physical appearance has changed very little but we are given more information about his taste in clothes: 'His face was cheerful, ruddy and clean-shaven, with shrewd and humorous ice-blue eyes, and he had on a grey suit, a green tie embellished with mermaids, and an extraordinary hat.' (Love Lies Bleeding, 1948.)

Fen is in his early forties, a man of great academic distinction, boundless energy and insatiable curiosity about all manner of things. His passion is for detecting crime, just as the favourite hobby of his friend, Sir Richard Freeman, the Chief Constable of Oxford, is English literature.

Fen is never the romantic hero. If romance intrudes it is usually the province of a friend,colleague or former student of Fen. Gervase Fen is married to 'a plain, spectacled, sensible little woman, incongruously called Dolly', (The Case of the Gilded Fly 1944) who is not in the least perturbed by Fen's behaviour, as when an elderly, deaf

colleague of Fen foists himself upon the company and demands whisky: 'Fen got it for him with painful reluctance, and contented himself henceforth with uttering in a penetrating whisper various slanders against the old man, to the acute embarrassment of everyone except Mrs Fen, who was apparently quite used to it and who said, “Now, Gervase!” in an objurgatory but automatic manner every few minutes.' (The Case of the Gilded Fly, 1944.) Fen's marriage is a happy, placid affair, which allows him to be on easy terms with attractive young women without taking the matter any further. 'She wore a light dress of plain black, with white collar and cuffs, which modelled her figure to perfection. Even Fen, who being comfortably married, had some time ago, more from a sense of wasted effort than from any moral scruples, given up looking at girls' figures, was manifestly impressed.' (Holy Disorders, 1945.)

Much of the information we get about Fen is thrown in, almost incidentally. We know he has children because, at one point, he is summoned back to an investigation when he is playing ball with his son. Also, when he feels his case has become becalmed, 'he went home and spent the remainder of the day eating, sleeping, reading, vilifying his children and practising desultorily on the French horn.' (Frequent Hearses, 1950.)

We discover that he served in the First World War because, when a villain tries to shoot at him and his companion, 'Fen, who had fought in the Great War, fell flat on his face, with well-drilled precision. Geoffrey, who had not, remained immobile, gaping in frank stupefaction.' (Holy Disorders, 1945.) That is all we are told about Fen's military service and we are given no information about his youth. Fen is clever, vain and boastful; he makes a lot of fuss about an insect sting on his finger but when he is in real danger he is courageous, as when he is tied up and at the mercy of an enemy agent who: 'stepped forward and kicked Fen in the face.
After a minute: “That hurt,” said Fen mildly, “and you've knocked out one of my teeth.” He spat it on to the floor. “Why do you conspire against your country?”' (Holy Disorders, 1945.)

On another occasion, Fen and the young woman he is attempting to rescue are being stalked by by an enemy who intends to kill them and is holding a gun on them: '… it was held in a very steady hand – the shadows which it threw were motionless, with the sharp, unreal contours of shadows in a stage set. Of the figure behind it nothing could be seen except the slim, well-cared-for hand which held the revolver. Fen checked the instinct to flight, swiftly turning his back on the light to shield Brenda with his body. Futile enough, he knew; one bullet for him, one for her, and so an end.' (Love Lies Bleeding, 1948.)

A complex character, abrasive and often offensive, Fen is a staunch ally. '”Come on,” said Fen. “We're going to make a move now.”
He helped her to stand. She staggered, one arm around his neck. The raincoat dropped unregarded to the ground.
“All right?” he asked.
She gave a little gasping laugh. “I can manage.”
On an impulse, he kissed her gently on the forehead. “Bless you, my child,” he said lightly. “Now, as quietly as possible, and no talking, please.”' (Love Lies Bleeding, 1948.)

Fen's speech is frequently as eccentric as his manner. His favourite explanation is, '”Oh my dear paws!”' quoting the White Rabbit in Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland.

The character that shares more of Fen's adventures than any other is his small, red sports car, Lily Christine III; a vehicle as eccentric and egocentric as Fen is himself. Lily Christine is an invaluable ally in the numerous comic chases that are scattered throughout Fen's adventures and can always be relied upon to help him to make an entrance that cannot be ignored.

In The Moving Toyshop (1946), Crispin treats us to a leisurely and beautiful description of morning in Oxford: 'Out of the grey light came a gold morning. The leaves were beginning to fall from the trees in the Parks and in St. Giles', but they still made a brave show of bronze and yellow and malt-brown... All over the city in colleges and belfries, the mechanism of clocks whirred, clanged and struck nine o'clock, in a maddening, jagged syncopation of conflicting tempo and timbre.'

And then, into the civilised scene: 'A red object shot down the Woodstock Road.
It was an extremely small, vociferous and battered sports car. Across its bonnet were scrawled in large white letters the words LILY CHRISTINE III. A steatopygic nude in chromium leaned forward at a dangerous angle from the radiator cap.'


Having turned into the private road leading to St Christopher's and narrowly missed demolishing the college buildings and the President, who had been standing looking out of his window, the car traverses the college grounds and, 'thundered across a strip of lawn, buried its nose in a large rhododendron bush, choked, stalled, and stopped.
Its driver got out and gazed at it with some severity. While he was doing this it backfired suddenly – a tremendous report, a backfire to end all backfires. He frowned, took a hammer from the back seat, opened the bonnet and hit something inside. Then he closed the bonnet again and resumed his seat. The engine started and the car went into reverse with a colossal jolt and began racing backwards towards the President's Lodging. The President, who had returned to the window and was gazing at this scene with a horrid fascination, retired again, with scarcely less haste than before. The driver looked over his shoulder and saw the President's Lodging towering above him, like a liner above a motor boat. Without hesitation, he changed into forward gear. The car uttered a terrible shriek, shuddered like a man smitten with the ague , and stopped; after a moment it emitted its inexplicable, valedictory backfire.'

This is one of the most the glorious things about Crispin's novels; they are funny on several different levels from sophisticated satire to slapstick farce, worthy of the Carry On films that Crispin had been involved in as a composer.

The plots that Gervase Fen tackles are complex and quite often fantastic, although always intelligent. This is because Crispin is fond of the locked room mystery and, having created an apparently impossible crime, he has to find a way out of it.

The character of Fen is a delight, whether he is working at his 'proper' job as a Professor of English or straying into whatever new career his restless imagination takes him. In Buried For Pleasure, (1948) he decides to stand for Parliament, (inevitably as an Independent candidate) and proves to be a remarkably fluent and persuasive speaker, until he decides that he would hate being an MP. At this point he gives a final speech telling his prospective constituents what he thinks of them. 'Fen got to his feet and stood for a moment surveying the rows of politely expectant faces below him with a satisfaction that he had not experienced in his whole lifetime. And the survey completed, the banquet of consternation savoured in anticipation, he removed the safety pin of his grenade. “It is often asserted,” he said, “that the English are unique amongst the nations for their good sense in political matters. In actual fact, however, the English have no more political good sense than so many polar bears. This I have proved in my own person. For some days past I have been regaling this electorate with projects and ideas so incomparably idiotic as to be, I flatter myself, something of a tour de force.”... “Such dreary fallacies as these, expounded by myself, have been swallowed hook, line and sinker.” (Buried For Pleasure, 1948.)

Imagine Fen's dismay when, despite this tirade, he wins by one vote. Fortunately an error on the part of his agent allows him to escape his parliamentary fate.

The pervading feeling of the fantastic is not just in Crispin's plots it is also in Fen's character and actions, as when let loose in a murdered opera singer's dressing room. 'Fen had been standing in front of the mirror, painting a large black moustache on his face. He now turned and exhibited the result. Elizabeth uttered a little squeal of delight. Fen frowned at her.' And, a little later, '”This becomes interesting,” said Fen. He had applied removing cream to his upper lip, and now looked as if he had been eating blancmange.' And yet, a few moments later, 'Fen had stopped fidgeting, and was sitting on the edge of the dressing-table, his blue eyes intent, his usual fantastic naivety for the moment in abeyance.' (Swan Song, 1947.)

Crispin's use of language is remarkable in that he can combine humour with wonderfully precise description. He conjures up images with a few words: 'And in the midst of them stood the Inspector, like a minor devil enumerating the canons of hell to a coven of particularly obtuse witches.' (Swan Song, 1947.) At the same time he has a great deal of fun, reminding readers that Fen is a fictional character. '”Professor Fen” - Elizabeth adopted her most politic charm – would you be prepared to let me interview you for a newspaper?”
Fen made a feeble attempt to show disinclination. “Oh, I don't know,” he mumbled.
“Please, Professor Fen. It's in a series. I'm hoping to do H.M., and Mrs Bradley, and Albert Campion, and all sorts of famous people.”' (Swan Song, 1947.)

In Holy Disorders Fen is disgruntled when Scotland Yard is going to be brought in, although he grudgingly admits that Appleby (Michael Innes' iconic, fictional detective) is good at his job. Unfortunately Appleby is not the detective that arrives to solve the case but some very inferior policemen. A Fen and Appleby book would have been truly wonderful.
 

In The Moving Toyshop, when Fen and his companion are overpowered and tied up, Fen whiles away the time in the following unique manner: '”Fen steps in,” said Fen. “The return of Fen. A Don Dares Death (A Gervase Fen Story).”
Cadogan moaned and opened his eyes... “Murder stalks the University,” said Fen. “The Blood on the Mortarboard. Fen Strikes Back.”
“What's that you're saying?” Cadogan asked in a faint, rather gurgling voice.
“My dear fellow, are you all right? I was making up titles for Crispin.”'
And, (in the same book) referring to his 1940s publisher's political inclinations, during a chase scene when they come to a fork in the road, '”Let's go left,” Cadogan suggested. “After all, Gollancz is publishing this book.”

The action of the Gervase Fen novels is set in the early 1940s, either during the Second World War or a few years after the War. Although the stories are set in the time of Crispin's years as a student at Oxford University, he has created a character twenty years older than himself who is a professor not a student; a character that has the prestige, connections and confidence to insert himself into numerous investigations. Real life characters, such as Philip Larkin and C.S.Lewis appear 'off stage' in the books and The Moving Toyshop is dedicated to Larkin, who was a friend of Crispin.

Amongst the likes that Crispin listed in early editions of his books are Wagner and Shakespeare and these interests are also obvious in Gervase Fen. The crime in Swan Song (1947) is set against the background of the first production of Wagner's Die Meistersinger to be produced in Britain since the Second World War and Fen's first arrival upon the scene is with the following complaint: '”It argues a certain poverty of imagination,” said Gervase Fen with profound disgust, “that in a world where atom physicists walk the streets unharmed, emitting their habitual wails about the misuse of science by politicians, a murderer can find a no more deserving victim than some unfortunate opera singer.”'

Crispin also states that he dislikes dogs and this is equally evident. The unfortunate canines that appear in his books inevitably meet a heroic but violent end. The non-doing pig, unattractive but obsessively faithful, also fares badly at Crispin's hands. However, Crispin does like cats, as is obvious in his portrayal of Lavender, the cat who sees Martians in The Long Divorce (1952.)

Crispin takes places and experiences that he is familiar with and makes them his own. Indeed, in more than one book, he tends to dwell on the difficulties and delays of train travel into Oxford. In many books the background is wartime and post-war Oxford, where theatrical performances inevitably lead to death, as in The Case of the Gilded Fly and Swan Song. He also knows life in small villages and produces cameo sketches of wonderfully eccentric locals, as in Holy Disorders, Love Lies Bleeding, Buried for Pleasure and The Long Divorce. He uses his knowledge of being a first class organist and composer to create the character of Geoffrey in Holy Disorders, which also uses his knowledge of the High Anglican Church. His memories of teaching at a private school form the background in Love Lies Bleeding. In Frequent Hearses his experience of film studios form the background for the novel, and, as always, Crispin is happy to mock himself as well as others. 'She put down the instrument. “A composer,” she explained soberly, like one who refers to some necessary but unromantic bodily function.'

Crispin is a remarkable writer who combines elegant description, witty observation, eccentric characters and sudden moments of sheer comedy, and places it within a plot of intriguing if often fantastic complexity. He can also write incredibly tense drama: the plight of Judy, lost in a maze on a dark, wet night, alone and painfully aware that a murderer is very close at hand is truly terrifying. (Frequent Hearses 1950.) 

Crispin breaks all the rules and pulls it off, apparently without effort: author viewpoint slides through the novels so smoothly it cannot be considered an intrusion and Fen frequently makes humorous, mildly critical observations about his 'author.' Fen is an engaging character, a man of insight, intelligence and humour, and one who does change and grow: '”As I get older,” he explained, “I get less resilient and more predictable. It depresses me sometimes.”' (Frequent Hearses, 1950.) However, the essence of the Gervase Fen novels is their comic presence, as observed in the New York Times: 'Crispin is noted for an ability to embellish clever storylines with Marx Brothers touches.'

Carol Westron is a successful short story writer and a Creative Writing teacher.  She is the moderator for the cosy/historical crime panel, The Deadly Dames.  Her crime novels are set both in contemporary and Victorian times.  The Terminal Velocity of Cats is the first in her Scene of Crimes novels, published July 2013.
http://www.carolwestron.com/‎




‘The Moving Toyshop’ by Edmund Crispin
Published by Vintage Books. ISBN: 978-0-099-50622-5

Eminent poet Richard Cadogan is feeling bored and middle-aged and so he decides that he needs a holiday. His publisher, Mr Spode, suggests that Cadogan spends a few days with him but Cadogan spurns the offer:
'”Can you give me adventure, excitement, lovely women?”
“These picaresque fancies,” said Mr Spode. “Of course, there's my wife...” He would not have been wholly unwilling to sacrifice his wife to the regeneration of an eminent poet, or, for the matter of that, to anyone for any reason. Elsie could be very trying at times.'

Despite the proffered attractions of Mrs Spode, Cadogan decides to holiday in Oxford. On the journey from London, after several pints of beer, he mistakes his stop and eventually arrives in Oxford in the early hours of the morning. Walking through the deserted town he notices that a shop door is unlocked. Wishing to check whether there are burglars on the premises before he makes a fool of himself by raising the alarm, Cadogan enters the shop. 'The beam of his torch showed the small, conventional interior of a toyshop, with a counter, cash-register, and toys ranged about it – Meccano sets, engines, dolls and dolls' houses, painted bricks, and lead soldiers.'

Exploring further, into the living rooms, Cadogan discovers, lying on the floor, 'the body of an elderly woman, and there was no doubt that she was very dead indeed.' He has time to ascertain that she has been strangled by a thin wire and then he is knocked unconscious. When Cadogan regains consciousness he is locked in a small backroom. He climbs out of the window and makes his escape and goes to alert the police. However, when he returns in a police car to the scene of the crime:
'The police car drew into the kerb. Half rising in his seat, Cadogan stopped and stared. In front of him, its window loaded with tins, flour, bowls of rice and lentils, bacon, and other groceries in noble array, was a shop bearing the legend:
WINKWORTH
FAMILY GROCER AND PROVISION MERCHANT
He gazed wildly to right and left. A chemist's and a draper's. Further on to the right, a butcher, a baker, a stationery shop; and to the left, a corn merchant, a hat shop, and another chemist...
The toyshop had gone.'

The police are kind but dismissive, assuming that, at best, Cadogan is suffering from concussion and, at worst, is quite mad. Cadogan turns to his old university friend, Gervase Fen, shelving the long-rankling fact that, '”It was you who wrote about the first poems I ever published, 'This is a book everyone can afford to be without.'”'

Fen is not a credulous man but he is far more willing than most people to think outside the box and discuss the substitution as something that has occurred. For Cadogan it is a great relief to have a matter-of-fact companion to help him investigate. 'Something like relief was coming back into Cadogan's mind. For a while he almost wondered if he were, in fact, suffering from delusions. Belying all outward appearance, there was something extremely reliable about Fen.'

Cadogan and Fen are now faced with the task of sorting out what is going on. As Fen says, if one works on the assumption, “that toyshops in the Iffley Road do not just take wing into the ether , leaving no gap behind: what could inspire anyone to substitute a grocery shop for a toyshop at dead of night?”'
The investigation to answer this question, not to mention identifying the murdered woman and discovering her murderer, leads Fen and Cadogan on a series of bizarre and sometimes violent adventures, meeting some extraordinarily eccentric villains and and a damsel in distress in the shape of an attractive, very frightened girl called Sally. Fen calls on reinforcements from his colleagues and students, notably the ancient Doctor Wilkes and Hoskins, an undergraduate with a remarkable way with women. At one point Fen postpones his lecture on Hamlet in order to enlist the aid of his students to escape from the police officers who are pursuing Fen, as he explains: '”Not for any crime I have committed, but simply because, in their innocence, they do not know that I am tracking down the perpetrator of a particularly cold-blooded and brutal murder.” Here there was some tentative applause from the back. Fen bowed. “Thank you.” 


The Moving Toyshop is a book of many chases, culminating in a pursuit with Fen and the murderer trapped upon an out-of-control steam-powered carousel. One of the most amusing pursuits in English literature must be when Fen, Cadogan, Hoskins, Sally and Dr Wilkes (the latter on a stolen bicycle) attempt to head off a villain, aided by a large selection of students, and pursued by assorted villains, and the outraged proctors in a small car. P.D. James paid tribute to Crispin's frivolity and his comic sense.

Certainly, his comic timing is impeccable, as when, towards the end of the hunt, the villain, 'turned left into South Parks Road, tree-lined and pleasant, with the rout still indefatigably pursuing. Two classical dons, engaged in discussing Virgil, were submerged in it and left looking surprised but unbowed. “My dear fellow,” said one of them, “can this be the University steeplechase?” But, as no enlightenment was forthcoming, he abandoned the topic. “Now, as I was saying about the Ecologues-”'

The plot is fantastic and some of the coincidences are too far-fetched but none of this matters. Crispin acknowledged the absurdity in the front page where most writers content themselves with assuring the reader their characters are fictional. 'None but the most blindly credulous will imagine the characters and events in this story to be anything but fictitious. It is true that the ancient and noble city of Oxford is, of all the towns of England, the likeliest progenitor of unlikely events and persons. But there are limits. E.C.'

The Moving Toyshop is regarded as Crispin's greatest novel. Gareth Roberts said that his Doctor Who novel, The Well-Mannered War was modelled upon Crispin's style and that The Moving Toyshop was 'more like Doctor Who than Doctor Who.'

The Moving Toyshop was dedicated to the poet Philip Larkin, Crispin's friend and contemporary at Oxford. Larkin is also mentioned in the book; a mischievous aside, referring to him as a student of Fen's. In return, Larkin said of Crispin, 'Beneath a formidable exterior he had unsuspected depths of frivolity.'

The Moving Toyshop is a delightful book, witty, intriguing and full of action. It is Crispin at his best.

The Gervase Fen novels were originally published by Gollancz.
Many are now back in print, published by Vintage Books.
Article and Review by Carol Westron
www.carolwestron.com





Carol Westron is a successful short story writer and a Creative Writing teacher.  She is the moderator for the cosy/historical crime panel, The Deadly Dames.  Her crime novels are set both in contemporary and Victorian times.  The Terminal Velocity of Cats is the first in her Scene of Crimes novels, published July 2013.













‘The Burning’ by M.R.Hall



 Published by Mantle, 2014.
ISBN: 978-0-230-75204-7
In the tiny Shropshire village of Blackstone Ley, in bitter winter weather, three people die in a house fire: Ed Morgan, part-time abattoir worker, and his two stepdaughters, Layla (13) and Mandy (11). The post mortem establishes that all three actually died of gunshot wounds. The mother, Tracy, was away from home at the time and her and Morgan’s three-year-old son, Robbie, is missing. Morgan himself is the most likely suspect, the damaging evidence against him is that he had sent a vituperative message to Tracy on his mobile, saying that Robbie would never be found. It will be Coroner Jenny Cooper’s duty to inquire into the deaths and to establish if she can, the truth. People who knew Morgan say that it would have been completely out of character but the police are eager to close the file. But Jenny is not altogether convinced: Tracy’s previous boyfriend, Darren Brooks, is a possibility; or there could be a link between Robbie’s disappearance and that of little Susie Ashton ten years before; or between the fact that Layla was pregnant at the time of her death and had got in with a wild crowd of youngsters.

At the same time, Jenny is investigating the death of civil servant Daniel Burden, apparently a suicide, that is, until Jenny is approached by Liverpool solicitor Louis Falco one of whose clients, Jakob Rozek,  has disappeared, possibly murdered, but who before his disappearance had called Burden on his mobile. Is there a connection between Rozek’s disappearance and the abattoir/rendering plant where Morgan worked and if so could Robbie’s body been disposed of there? In her investigation Jenny is assisted by Detective Inspector Gabriel Ryan and her former police assistant, Alison Trent, but the latter is still recovering from a brain injury and that has affected her judgment. Meanwhile, there is also the presence of Jenny’s lover, the charming but erratic Michael Sherman to contend with.

This is the seventh in the Jenny Cooper mysteries and is a really good read. The author was previously a barrister at the criminal Bar and his advocacy skills are admirably demonstrated in the two hearings in the coroner’s court which are compelling and authentic. Highly recommended.
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Reviewer: Radmila May

M.R.Hall  was born in London in 1967, he was educated at Hereford Cathedral School and Worcester College, Oxford, where he graduated in law. During a career at the Bar, working mostly in the field of criminal law, he tried to learn the craft of screen writing, eventually getting his first commission in television writing an episode of the ITV hit series, Kavanagh QC starring John Thaw. He went on to write further episodes and shortly afterwards was commissioned to create a series for the new Channel Five, Wing And A Prayer. The first season earned him a BAFTA nomination in the best series category. For over ten years Matthew has been a screen writer and producer, and has written over forty hours of prime time drama for BBC1 and ITV.  His debut novel, The Coroner, was published by Pan Macmillan in the UK in 2009 and was nominated for the Crime Writer’s Association Gold Dagger in the best novel category. The second novel in the Jenny Cooper series, The Disappeared, was published in the USA by Simon and Schuster on December 1st 2009 and in the UK by Pan Macmillan in January 2010. The third novel in the same series, The Redeemed, was published in April 2011 in the UK and May 2011 in the USA. The fourth in the series, The Flight was published in the UK on 2 February 2012.  He lives and works in the Wye valley in South Wales. 

Friday, 4 April 2014

‘Bricks and Mortality’ by Ann Granger


Published by Headline, 2013.
ISBN: 978 0 7553 4914 2

One winter's night, Key House, a beautiful 18th century house in the Cotswold village of Leyton St Ambrose, now empty and abandoned, sometimes squatted in, is set ablaze. The corpse of a young man is discovered amid the fire-blackened ruins. The fire, it is established, was started deliberately and the victim made unconscious, but not actually killed, by a blow to the head prior to the fire. The current owner, Gervase Crown, who inherited the house from his wealthy father Sebastian Crown, has never lived in the house but has made his home in Portugal. It falls to Detective Inspector Jess Campbell with her boss Ian Carter and the perenially complaining Sergeant Phil Morton to investigate the crime. First of all, whose is the body? A neighbour says that they may have seen Gervase in the neighbourhood a few days before the fire. But then a young man called Matthew Pietrangelo with a resemblance to Gervase who was looking for a property to renovate in the neighbourhood is reported missing and forensic analysis establishes that it is indeed Pietrangelo's body, but could he have been killed in mistake for Gervase? And what has happened to Pietrangelo's car? When Gervase does return it is clear that some people are less than pleased to see him, including Petra and Kit Stapleton. Gervase in his wild youth had severely injured Petra in a drink driving accident (for which he was sent to prison); Kit in particular cannot forgive him. And the owner of the house nearest to Key House, the elderly bad-tempered Muriel Pickering, has nothing good at all to say about him. Yet others excuse Gervase's youthful wildness, pointing to his upbringing with a cold and violent father and a mother who abandoned him.

As ever with this writer, reading Bricks and Mortality with the clever play on words of the title, is a highly pleasurable experience. It is the third in her Campbell and Carter series, the earlier ones being Mud, Muck and Dead Things and Rack, Ruin and Murder. Jess Campbell, with her independent yet cheerful outlook, is a welcome addition to the ranks of female sleuths while Ian Carter, although suitably morose in the vein of most fictional middle-aged male detectives, does have a reason in that his wife has just left him for someone else and it is clear that, although Carter may not 'get over' this, he is mature enough not to let it sour permanently his outlook on life. And his eleven-year-old daughter, the plain-speaking Millie, is delightful. Warmly recommended.

Ann Granger has written a number of crime novels: 15 in the Cotswolds-set Mitchell and Markby series, 7 in the Fran Varady series featuring the eponymous young would-be actor, and 4 in the Victorian period featuring Inspector Ben Ross.
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Reviewer: Radmila May

Ann Granger has worked in British embassies around the world. She met her husband, who was also working for the British Embassy, in Prague, and together they received postings to places as far apart as Munich and Lusaka. She is the author of the Mitchell and Markby Mysteries and the Lizzie Martin mystery series. She and her husband are now permanently based in Bicester, near Oxford.








Thursday, 3 April 2014

‘Gold Digger’ by Frances Fyfield



Published by Sphere,
12 December 2013.
ISBN: 978-0-7515-4968-3

It’s been a while since I read a book by Frances Fyfield, but after Gold Digger I’ll be making sure it’s not so long before the next one. If you’re fond of quirky characters that jump off the page, a setting that lives and breathes and a plot which is unlike any other, this book is definitely for you.

It starts with the kind of scene that makes you hold your breath as you wonder exactly what’s going on – and you keep on wondering until the final chapters. The build-up is slow but not without drama; Fyfield clearly wants to introduce the main characters and fix them in the reader’s mind before getting down to the meat of the matter – except that it soon becomes plain that the characters and the way they connect with each other is the meat of the matter.

Fix them in the reader’s mind is what she does. At the centre of it all is Di, ex-thief, ex-convict, now educated by Thomas, her adored, much older husband to be an art lover, connoisseur and appreciator of true beauty. She is grieving for Thomas, her whose legacy of a houseful of exquisite pictures she is determined to preserve.

Thomas’s daughters, poisoned against him by their vicious, money-grabbing mother, are equally determined, but only to claw as much as possible from his estate and destroy whatever can’t be turned into hard cash. Neo-hippy Beatrice is openly savage; sophisticated Gayle is on the surface more subtle, but has an uncertain hold on her emotions.

Both sides gather their supporters, all portrayed just as acutely. On Di’s side are Jones the foul-mouthed, slightly bent ex-copper; Peg the runaway; Saul the maverick art dealer; Patrick, Thomas’s young grandson who has inherited his genes. Raymond the lawyer tries to be even-handed but is never boring. Even the local hairdresser comes across in full technicolor, and Di’s small-time criminal father lurks like Nemesis in the background.

The novel is more battle of wits than mystery. There is no murder; the only deaths are through an accident and natural causes. The crime lies in the daughters’ attitude and behaviour, and their comeuppance is assured when Di and her champions set a trap to make them expose their  malevolence.

Gold Digger certainly qualifies as crime fiction, but it isn’t only the crime element that keeps you reading. It is a masterclass in character building; Fyfield creates a thoroughly engaging cast: reprobates who make you root for them, twisted minds which make you hate them. She places them in an environment you can touch, taste and smell. And then she adds enough narrative drive to keep the pages turning and the reader’s attention fully focused. Isn’t that what writing fiction is all about?
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Reviewer: Lynne Patrick

Frances Fyfield   is the pseudonym of Frances Hegarty, a lawyer and crime-writer. Born 18th November 1948 in Derbyshire, she was mostly educated in convent schools before reading English at Newcastle University. She then went on to qualify as a solicitor, working for what is now the Crown Prosecution Service, thus learning a bit about murder at second hand.  Years later, writing became the real vocation, although the law and its ramifications still haunt me and inform many of my novels. She has been the recipient of both the Gold and Silver Crime Writers'Association Daggers. She is also a regular broadcaster on Radio 4, most recently as the presenter of the series 'Tales from the Stave'. She lives in London and in Deal, overlooking the sea which is her passion.


 
Lynne Patrick has been a writer ever since she could pick up a pen, and has enjoyed success with short stories, reviews and feature journalism, but never, alas, with a novel. She crossed to the dark side to become a publisher for a few years, and is proud to have launched several careers which are now burgeoning. She lives on the edge of rural Derbyshire in a house groaning with books, about half of them crime fiction.





Wednesday, 2 April 2014

‘Downfall’ by Jeff Abbott



Published by Sphere,
5 December 2013.
ISBN: 978-0-7515-47887

The action never falters for a second, leaping from crisis to doublecross to disaster to betrayal to triple-cross to stab in the back, and on again, relentless as a bobsled ride at the Olympics.  There is a lot of violence, by and to both men and women, and people are killed ferociously and fast throughout the story. 
Ah: the story!  Basically, Sam Capra is peacefully working in one of many bars he owns, when a girl stumbles in, begging him to help her.  She is followed by a Russian giant of a man and an expensively-suited executive type, both of them after the girl with deadly intent.  Sam kills the giant.  The girl brains the suit, who staggers away and later dies.  Meanwhile, the girl's mother, who works for a frightening baddie called John Belias, is on a mission to kill three men whom Belias wants disposed of.  Before setting off, she has made a video for her daughter, detailing the ins and outs of Belias' business, which promises his adherents comfort and affluence beyond their wildest dreams, by bringing down their rivals in business. Belias needs this video if his empire is to survive.  Capra, meanwhile, wants to save the girl.
It's a complicated plot, tricky and convoluted, and the action never lets up for a minute.  Abbott writes well, and has some extremely felicitous turns of phrase. Recommended.
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Reviewer: Susan Moody

Jeff Abbott graduated from Rice University with a degree in History and English. H is the New York Times bestselling, award-winning author of many mystery and suspense novels. He has been called “one of the best thriller writers in the business”
He lives in Austin with his wife and two sons.




Susan Moody was born in Oxford is the principal nom de plume  of Susan Elizabeth Donaldson, née Horwood, a British novelist best known for her suspense novels. She is a former Chairman of the Crime Writer's Association, served as World President of the International Association of Crime Writers, and was elected to the prestigious Detection Club. Susan Moody has given numerous courses on writing crime fiction and continues to teach creative writing in England, France, Australia, the USA and Denmark.  In addition to her many stand alone books, Susan has written two series, on featuring PI Penny Wanawake (seven books) and a series of six books featuring bridge player Cassie Swan.



Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Lucy Santos - Director of The Crime Writers Association



Interview
Lucy Santos was appointed
 Director of The Crime Writers Association in March 2013.
She talks to Leigh Russell.




 
Leigh: You work tirelessly to support authors. What drew you to this career path?
Lucy: I am a freelance association manager with my own company, Claro Business, so when I saw the job
advertised in November 2012 it seemed a perfect fit. I am a passionate crime reader - both fiction and non-fiction - and was really excited to meet the people behind the books. 

Leigh: Should authors build an online presence, or is it merely a distraction from writing? 
Lucy: This is the ever changing landscape of writing and publishing. We know that the genre remains popular but it is how to stand out, how to get noticed and how to get your book into the hands of the readers that is ultimately the key. I often get comments from authors that they struggle with marketing and promotion - which social media platform is most effective, how to engage with readers and how not to be too pushy.  

In my opinion an online presence is an essential part of the writers' toolkit but you need to engage fully with it or it isn't worth your time. A bad website, an annoying or pushy social media presence can be just as off putting to readers as none at all. The CWA will be running workshops later in the year tackling some of the more popular social media platforms and looking at what works and what doesn't. 

Leigh: What advice would you offer to authors, both new and established? 
Lucy: Get involved with your local writing group, search out groups for writers online (such as our group The Debuts) to build up a community of friendly faces (or avatars) of people who can see you through the tough writing times. Writing is hard and you need people who can give you honest feedback.

Leigh: How do you see the future for self published authors, and for the traditionally published?
Lucy: I think the future is ultimately good for both self-published and traditionally published authors but the rules are changing rapidly. As in any industry it is important to innovate and to move with the times. People will always read and crime as a genre has shown its resiliency and popularity time and time again.  

Leigh: I have seen serious discussions online about whether all writers are insane. What do you think?
Lucy: I think intense might be a better word than insane. But yes I think there is a level of insanity in all people who have a passion.  

Leigh: Finally, in one sentence, what does the Crime Writers Association offers its members?
Lucy: A supportive community, promotion through the Crime Readers' Association and other initiatives and celebration of the most durable, adaptable and successful of genres.