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Monday, 24 April 2017

Thicker than Water - Paperback out now!


The paperback is out now - ebook available on preorder and will be magically delivered to your Kindles on 29th. April by the extraordinary powers of Messrs. Amazon! Nothing on Kobo or Smashwords just yet as for once (and temporarily) I'm going exclusive.

Please review (particularly if you actually enjoy the book!) where you buy it - unless of course you just buy it from me over coffee or en passant, because that would be silly.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Book review - Thin Air by Yotam Jacobson



It’s unusual for a translated book to start with an enthusiastic recommendation from the translator but this one does. The book tells the story of Roi, an Israeli visiting northern India (as very many young Israelis do), and what happens to him when he meets a charming Tibetan Buddhist monk. He is drawn into sympathy for both the religion and the country, with alarming consequences. We see the events from three points of view – an all-seeing impersonal narrator, Roi’s diary, and another, mysterious figure writing in the first person and observing Roi’s travels.  A good deal of this is a travelogue, a well-written account of a trip to Dharamsala and Tibet and a kind of souvenir collection of facts on the religion and the country. This could have been better done in that it is laden with footnotes which sit uneasily in a fictional work: it would have been better to have incorporated the information, where relevant, in the text, and simply kept the glossary at the end. However, the main character is well portrayed, an innocent abroad in many ways, who is pulled back and forth by the conflicting ideas of Tibetans and their allies. The growing tension of the plot, as various parties and plots collide with Roi at their focus, is well handled.

The descriptions of the characters are a little hurried, listing their characteristics rather than letting them show them themselves. There is at the start a touch of idealism in the Tibetan characters which disappointed me a little after the translator’s glowing recommendation that the book did not show the Tibetan diaspora in the fairytale manner often portrayed by western writers in search of Shangri-La. But as the book develops, most of the characters become more rounded in their attitudes and opinions and there is a broader view of the disparate voices of the diaspora. And aside from the first few characters I enjoyed the description: it’s rich, but not over-heavy, and fits the place well. Occasionally the metaphors slip into the ridiculous, but on the whole they are well and imaginatively used.

There are a few misprints, particularly towards the end, and a few vagaries in the translation which would have benefitted from a read-through from a native English speaker but it is on the whole very good: where it feels a little stilted in places that only serves to highlight the struggles of the main character moving between the different cultures in the plot.

On the whole this is an unusual and interesting book investigating the state of Tibet in recent years, and the struggles of those who are trying to do what is best, in their estimation, for the Tibetan people in both India and at home.
https://www.amazon.com/Thin-Air-Yotam-Jacobson-ebook/dp/B01GU27S2Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492946711&sr=8-1&keywords=yotam+jacobson

Friday, 14 April 2017

Thicker than Water preorder

Thicker than Water available for preorder now! And Slow Death by Quicksilver is reduced to £1.99 (or the equivalent in the currency of your choice) until the end of April - don't rush straightaway, wait for Amazon to process the change!

Friday, 7 April 2017

Thicker than Water - cover reveal!

Helen at ellieallatsea.com's latest!


Available to preorder soon! (a period of time otherwise known as 'when I get my act together').

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

March's literary house




















Back to children’s literature for March’s house, and not, I think, a particularly well-known one. I read it as an adult partly because of the familiar Fife setting, and found it bewitching. Winterbringers by Gill Arbuthnot: here’s the blurb.

St. Andrews, Fife – not known for its glorious weather, but even so, Josh hadn’t expected the sea to start to freeze and ice to creep up the beaches … His summer holiday isn’t looking too promising, especially as his only companions are a strange local girl, Callie, and her enormous dog, Luath.

Then they uncover the journal of an eighteenth-century girl who writes about the Kingdom of Summer, and suddenly they find themselves thrown headlong into a storm of witches, ice creatures, magic and the Winter King. A permanent winter threatens unless they can help restore the natural balance of the seasons.

Can they stop the Winterbringers once and for all?

Josh meets Luath first when he tries to cross a field he shouldn’t be in: he’s a tounser, scared of animals and ignorant of the countryside, and Callie at first doesn’t seem very welcoming:

‘Josh followed her through into a kitchen with a big wooden table in the middle. Pots were bubbling on the cooker … To his surprise … he found himself in another garden. This one was quite different from the one around the house. It was filled with straight rows of plants – vegetables, Josh supposed, though he had only a hazy idea of what most of them were.
Callie rattled off a list as they went past, but he didn’t take much of it in. they came to a sort of tunnel made of metal hoops and thick polythene. ‘The interesting stuff’s in here,’ Callie said, forgetting to sound bored.
Inside, she pointed out sweetcorn, a lemon tree, a grape vine, peaches – even a fig tree…
The garden was packed with edible plants. Apple trees were trained against the walls. There was a walk-in cage of netting to protect the raspberries and strawberries that grew inside. Against one wall were two beehives, something that Josh had never seen in his life…
The farthest end of the garden was fenced off, and behind the fence a dozen black chickens wandered among another set of apple trees, pecking for insects.’

Later, we see more of the inside of the house.
‘Josh had never been in this part of the house before. It was a big, formal sitting room dominated by an enormous chimney. To one side of the hearth sat an anvil. He stared at ti: he’d never seen one before.
‘George found it buried under the floor when they put the central heating in,’ said Callie by way of explanation. ‘This used to be the village smithy. That’s why it’s got this huge fireplace.’
Practically, the fireplace has a backburner – more usefully for the plot, it has a hidden shelf up the chimney, found for them by a kitten called Chutney Mary. As winter descends in midsummer in Fife, the house, guarded by high-arching spells, is their refuge – smithies are always special places.

Meanwhile, talking of St. Andrews, Murray 10 - Thicker than Water - is in draft form and will be sent to readers this weekend (if I get my act together!). I'm sorting out a signing in St. Andrews in late May - watch this space!

Monday, 13 March 2017

The reading nostalgia spot: Mary Stewart

I was grazing recently through a new acquaintance's liberal bookshelves, and found myself walloping back through my reading memory when I hit a vein of Mary Stewart's books.

 
I have not read her fantasy Arthurian novels, though I hear they are popular. What I read, as a teenager, was her romantic suspense novels. She only died three years ago at the age of 98, and was prolific enough to do: an Englishwoman and an English graduate she married a Scottish geologist and was a professor's wife in Edinburgh, retiring to Loch Awe in later years to garden. Ah, bliss!

So I reread, with a little trepidation for one does not always enjoy revisiting what one liked reading at sixteen, The Gabriel Hounds and Touch Not the Cat, though as I reviewed the titles and remembered the books it was hard to choose. Wildfire at Midnight, for example, is set on Skye at the time of the 1953 Coronation, and with references to Fraser's The Silver Bough is a chilling exploration of some Celtic superstitions. This Rough Magic is set on Crete, though it's steeped in Shakespeare's The Tempest. The Moonspinners is there, too: The Ivy Tree uses a trick that appears elsewhere too: she takes, quite openly, the plot of Josephine Tey's Brat Farrar (which I also love), and gives it an extra twist. My Brother Michael (the first I ever read, I think, and one in a series I scrabbled for in charity shops and library sales) is set in Greece; Nine Coaches Waiting in a French chateau where the heroine is a valiant Jane Eyre, while Madam, Will You Talk? is a frantic chase along the French riviera; Thunder on the Right is French, too. Airs Above the Ground is set amongst the Lippizaners of the Spanish Riding School; Thornyhold, one I managed to buy new when it came out, in a sweet cottage somewhere in England with layers of witchcraft sown into it. The books tend to feature first person narration by a woman with an independent streak (remember these were if not all written in the 1950s, certainly set in that period in style), have a romantic interest, and an adventurous plot with a criminal side, and often a bit of a paranormal one, too. The settings are well described and offer something I particularly value in books, the ability to learn something new in each book, even if it's only an awareness of Gilbert White writing The Natural History of Selborne. In my early teenage years these added considerably to my general knowledge, even if they were, even then, a little dated. Because of that there is an innocence to them, but the characters are well-rounded and different, and there is throughout a thread of ironic humour which I enjoy. The richness of the story is enhanced by the writer's own broad and deep knowledge of her setting, her history and her literature, and I'm very glad I went back to them for a visit.


The Gabriel Hounds is set in the Lebanon and Syria (in significantly more peaceful times for those beautiful countries) and takes as its inspiration the story of Lady Hester Stanhope, an eccentric Englishwoman who around 1810 headed off as an independent traveller, dressed as a man and set up a palace for herself in that neighbourhood, attended by a personal physician and a few choice young men, and a staff she subdued with whips and rods. She was a real character, the niece of Pitt, I think, and Mary Stewart has made one of her characters do her best to imitate her in the 1950s. Two young relatives go to visit her and find that not all is as it should be - death and drug-running are involved. I whizzed through this in a couple of days around other things and thoroughly enjoyed it. Some might find her attitudes to the locals a little dated, but this is the 1950s and I think on the whole she's not the worst of her generation by a long shot.

Many of her books feature complex, sometimes tricky families, closely bound for good or bad through generations or across a generation, and Touch Not the Cat (part of the Clan Chattan motto) is a good example. Bryony has always had close links with her cousins and when her father dies in a hit-and-run in Bavaria, the eldest cousin inherits the family home in England. But there is no fortune to go with it, and the family story is more complicated than Bryony has known: her father's last words told her she was in danger, and it is all too true. As always the writing makes the place come alive, and the pacing is perfect.

Don't be put off by the very peculiar covers on the reprints of these - they are very well worth a read!

And to finish: No.2 Cat attempts indoor cultivation.



Tuesday, 28 February 2017

February's literary house




















 
Still steering clear of children’s books for now, my next port of call is over 800 years old and in Shrewsbury: it is Brother Cadfael’s hut. Of course, in a series the length of Ellis Peters’ Cadfael one, descriptions of the hut he has in the gardens where he tends his herb plants are littered about. It is not strictly a house but there is a bed in it, and a stove, so I feel it qualifies. It is frequently used as a hiding place, for things and for people, and as a sanctuary within a sanctuary either for those wanting to come and confide in the old brother, or for Cadfael himself to pretend some urgent job so he can miss his other monastic duties – all in the aid of a successful and fair outcome to his investigations, of course… It holds his best wines and is fragrant with the herbs from the abbey gardens in which it stands, and the cosy stove can provide sustenance to the weary traveller on cold evenings. On warm summer ones, Cadfael, with whatever hapless novice has been assigned to him, or with his friend Hugh Beringar, or alone with his wise thoughts and happy memories, can be found on the bench outside, legs stretched out, warming his old face in the last beams of the evening sun.

First draft of eighteenth chapter of Thicker than Water finished - and Helen's cover has arrived! Very exciting.