Harrogate, the Lakes, and Scotland

I'm back at home after an eventful few weeks. I spent some time at Harrogate coinciding with the crime writing festival, and had some lovely meals and other get-togethers with my agent, various publishers, and fellow writers. It was mainly a business-focused trip, but there was also the chance for plenty of enjoyable conversations. And I came back in very good heart, since one of the outcomes was agreement on a new deal for my next three novels. I'm excited about the prospect, and I'll talk more about what is in store at a later date.

After that, I was on the road again almost immediately, off to the Lake District. For the very first time in its history, the Detection Club held a meeting in the north of England. This decision was taken at last year's AGM, and so the 2026 AGM was held in the pleasant surroundings of the Castle Green Hotel on the outskirts of Kendal (photo at the top of this post). I also put on an exhibition relating to Reginald Hill, who lived in and sometimes wrote about the Lake District, using materials (letters, manuscripts, books etc) mainly from my own collection but also with two or three items from the Club's own archive. The AGM was great and so was the summer lunch, which was very well attended. The success of the event means that we're almost certain to return to the north again next summer. 

The trip also gave the chance to explore the area. For the first time, perhaps surprisingly, I visited John Ruskin's old home at Brantwood, on one of those lovely fine days we've enjoyed this summer. The house and gardens are equally fascinating, while the location, on the banks of Coniston, is superb. Ruskin, who gets a few mentions in the Coniston-set The Arsenic Labyrinth, was a brilliant man, but his personal life was troubled. My sense of him is that he lived too much in the mind, in the realm of ideas and ideals, and found the real world, and relationships (especially with the women with whom he fell in love), rather difficult, and that's no doubt why his later years were marked by a sad and steep mental decline.

                                         

After that, it was up to Scotland, and the Dumfries and Galloway area, which I really like. I did an event in Wigtown to a sell-out crowd; this was organised by Ruth Anderson of Well Read Books, a quite wonderful bookshop with a terrific Crime Room. And of course I came away with quite a few books. After staying in Monreith for a couple of nights with my old mate Stephen, and visiting places like Whithorn (home to St Ninian's Priory, the old church in the photo above) we headed for Sanquhar, a nice little town with a ruined castle, a Tollbooth Museum, and the oldest post office in the world. There were two particular highlights - a visit to Crawick Multiverse, and a day spent in the splendid environs of Drumlanrig Castle. 

                                       

Wonderful trips, in wonderful company. I have returned refreshed and ready to get writing! And I've started with a new Life of Crime Premium newsletter all about codes and ciphers; you can find it here: https://substack.com/@martinedwardsbooks

Forgotten Book - File on Claudia Cragge

It's more than two years since I last discussed Crime Dossiers on this blog, so it's high time to take another look at one of the most enduringly thought-provoking ways of telling a story about a murder mystery. Today I'm looking at the second Dossier that was written by Q. Patrick (Richard Wilson Webb and Hugh Wheeler), File on Claudia Cragge, which dates from 1938.

The interactive nature of the dossier is emphasised by the publisher. The heading on the front cover of my edition (published by Jarrolds in Britain; the American edition is slightly different) is: 'Be your own detective'. And the front cover text reads: 'Through the novel dossier form of presenting the complete case of a crime to the reader, with actual clews...a new dimension of reality has been brought to the detective-story...the realistic account of a criminal action, exactly as received at Police Headquarters. The crime was a murder. The police solved it. Can you?'

Who can resist such a challenge? Not me! But I have to admit that in this case, I didn't get close to the correct solution, as I managed to lead myself astray by focusing initially on a character to whom I thought suspiciously little attention was being paid and then on someone else whom I thought was a credible suspect; the latter assumption was logical, but I missed the vital bit of information. 

This story can be regarded as a locked room mystery, with murder committed at a seance -at which Lieutenant Timothy Trant is present. There is one extremely good visual clue in the dossier which I missed, though I wasn't quite so impressed by some of the other clues. But it's a pretty good story.

There are two noticeable differences from Q. Patrick's other crime dossier, File on Fenton and Farr. That story is longer, and I wondered whether it was originally conceived as a novel. And it was clearly inspired by a real-life case. This mystery, although it involves that classic Golden Age trope the seance, is less convoluted. The coming of the Second World War killed off enthusiasm for mysteries of this kind and Wilson and Webb never returned to this format. But the tide has turned and crime dossiers are undoubtedly attracting more attention now than in the past. And given that I've been interested in them for many years, I'm delighted about that.   

Men - 2022 film review

British folk-horror appeals to me, although it will probably be a long time before anyone tops the film that really catapulted this type of storytelling into the public eye, The Wicker Man. Men, a 2022 film written and directed by the very talented Alex Garland, is at the surreal end of the spectrum. It opens with a favourite song of mine, 'Love Song', performed by Lesley Duncan, and this is a clue to the central theme.

Jessie Buckley, who can do nothing wrong on the screen, is impressive in the role of Harper Marlowe, who has been traumatised by the apparent suicide of her husband James, after a row when he struck her after she made it clear she was going to divorce him. He'd tried emotional blackmail, threatening to end his life, reflecting a controlling attitude that, the film suggests, is a masculine characteristic. I don't go along with the generalisation, but the story is well made.

In the hope of getting over the tragedy, Harper rents a lovely country house for a fortnight, in a village called Cotson in the west country. The owner, Geoffrey, is an oddball, although apparently harmless. He's played by Rory Kinnear, and it soon becomes clear that all the men in the village are played by him. What's it all about?

I don't want to give too many spoilers, but it's fair to say that this is not a film for the squeamish. Harper finds herself stalked by a naked man, taunted by a youth, and fondled by the vicar as events build towards a tumultuous climax. This film isn't a masterpiece, but if you like folk horror, it's definitely one to watch. If only for the excellent acting of both Jessie Buckley and Rory Kinnear.

Affliction - 1997 film review

 

Affliction is a bleak film, a study of cyclical violence and psychological disintegration. If you're looking for something to cheer you up, this is one to avoid until you're in the right mood. But it is a very good film, directed by the accomplished Paul Schrader and based on a novel by Russell Banks, which lives up to its considerable critical reputation. It's a crime film, with a suspicious death and a troubled cop at its heart, but it's really a drama about human nature, not a mystery in the conventional sense.

Nick Nolte plays Wade Whitehouse, a cop in a small town in New Hampshire. He is divorced and his wife Lillian (Mary Beth Hurt, who was married to Schrader) has custody of their daughter Jill, to whom he is devoted, although their relationship isn't easy. He's now involved with Margie (Sissy Spacek, who is very sympathetic as she tries to cope with a disturbed lover) and he has a brother Rolfe (Willem Dafoe) who provides crucial information in a voiceover at the end of the film - a device that would usually seem like a real cop-out, but which works quite well here, except for the fact that one crucial event, a killing, would surely have worked better if we were shown it, with some build-up, rather than in effect being told about it.

The death of Wade's mother means that his alcoholic and violent father Glen (James Coburn, who won an Oscar for his performance) comes to live with him and Margie. Meanwhile, Wade becomes fixated with the death of a crooked businessman called Twombley, who was shot while on a hunting trip with a local guide called Jack (Jim True). Jack claims the death was an accident, but Wade isn't convinced.

Wade's behaviour as he unravels becomes increasingly illogical and scary for those around him, and the final scenes are upsetting. I've seen this film described as a 'neo-noir crime drama', but that really doesn't convey the flavour of a movie that deals thoughtfully with the question of violent impulses. I've always had a dread of violence, and perhaps that's why I find it fascinating. So often violent movies are crass, but Affliction, although a mostly understated, slow-burn of a film, is compelling.

Forgotten Book - Panic

Helen McCloy was one of the most interesting American woman crime writers of the twentieth century. I say this on the strength of having read less than half of her extremely varied output, but it's a claim I make with some confidence. Her debut, Dance of Death (1938) introduced her series character Dr Basil Willing and was an extremely impressive performance; it marked the start of a long and impressive career.

Today, though, I'm focusing on a stand-alone novel that she published originally in 1944. This was Panic, a book that I think is not only very unusual but also very well-written. However, the novel wasn't published in the UK until 1972. According to that edition (under the admirable imprint of Victor Gollancz), British publishers turned it down 'on the curious grounds that English readers were not interested in such puzzles'. That edition was also modified to remove some wartime references.

This does seem amazing, but it's a little easier to understand when you discover that a large portion of the novel is devoted to discussion of a complex cipher, created by elderly Felix Mulholland, an expert in the ancient Greeks, whose death from an overdose of digitalis occurs right at the start of the story. Even though McCloy's explanation of how different ciphers work is lucid, the material is challenging, and I must admit I didn't try to solve the cipher.

But there's more to the book than that. Has Felix been murdered, and if so, by whom? And when his niece Alison takes refuge in a remote cottage in the middle of nowhere, is she really safe - or at greater risk than ever before? McCloy combines an ingenious puzzle with skilfully created suspense and a decent whodunit (although some of the information about the culprit's motive was not foreshadowed quite as much as I'd have liked). This is a memorable novel, despite some imperfections, and I plan to talk about it in more detail in a future Life of Crime newsletter.  

The Detection Club - exciting times...

Today sees the Detection Club's AGM and summer lunch - which will take place in the Lake District, the first time the Club has ever met in the north of England. This was a decision taken by the members at last year's AGM and I'm excited about it. We will also have some fantastic news to celebrate, and I can do no better than quote the press release issued by Quercus Books:

'Quercus is delighted to announce the acquisition of The Detection Club Murders, a collaborative crime mystery written by current members of the Detection Club, the oldest and most prestigious social network of some of the most successful and prominent crime writers in the world.

The Club was founded in 1930 and amongst its first members were Agatha Christie, G.K. Chesterton and Dorothy L. Sayers, all of whom became Club Presidents. Over the years other leading names such as Margery Allingham, John Le Carre, and Len Deighton followed.

Set in the present day, and featuring a premise that mirrors a real-life Club dinner, The Detection Club Murders opens with a mysterious killing. During the Club’s legendary induction ritual for new members, the room is plunged into darkness when, suddenly, a shot is fired. As the lights come back on, a dead body lies amongst the guests – but we don’t know who has been murdered, or why. Or perhaps even how…

As the police begin their investigation, members of the Detection Club themselves try to work out whodunit through a witty and mind-boggling maze of clues, red herrings, and unexpected twists.
The project is masterminded by the current President of the Club, Martin Edwards, who brings together a stunning raft of today’s leading crime authors, who will craft a classic locked room murder mystery reminiscent of the very best Golden Age detective fiction. All participating names will be released in stages and as a key element of a major marketing campaign.

Publisher Stef Bierwerth says, ‘The minute I opened up Martin’s proposal I was struck by how perfect the finished novel will be for all fans of the classic murder mystery. Built on the decade-long tradition of the world’s most iconic crime writer union, The Detection Club Murders will combine many of the most well-known crime writing brands under one banner, collaborating on a contemporary crime novel. Part of our campaign will be to reveal the different participants step by step – and trust me, you won’t be disappointed by who is taking part in this project.’

Martin Edwards says, ‘Ever since I proposed this book to Club members, I’ve been bowled over by their enthusiasm for the project. Agatha Christie and other founder members of the Club wrote collaborative mysteries in the 1930s, notably The Floating Admiral, and this book will be published to coincide with the centenary of the dinner meetings that led to the Club’s formation. We’re writing The Detection Club Murders in an original way, so as to bring our members’ individual talents to the fore and result in a mystery which reinvents classic crime and gives our readers rich entertainment.’  

The Detection Club Murders will be published in 2028.' 

The White Lotus - season 3 review

To my delight and surprise, season three of The White Lotus (expanded again, this time to eight episodes, but thankfully with little or no padding) was even better than the first two seasons. And that's saying something, because I think this is absolutely first-rate commercial television fare. Writer-director Mike White has achieved something special.

This time the setting is the White Lotus resort in Thailand, a country I've never visited but which looks fascinating. White makes excellent use of the background, and explores (amongst various other things) the way different people approach spirituality. Again there's plenty of satire, especially when the lives of the haves are contrasted with those of the have-nots. But one of White's strengths is that he doesn't depend on the obvious. Far from it. Characters we thought really had a moral compass turn out to be flawed. Even unpleasant individuals can have a pleasant side. 'Justice', as most people would see it, certainly does not always prevail.

Two characters whom we've encountered previously make return appearances that are unexpected by me - and by them. Their renewed acquaintance becomes an important strand in a complex storyline, which opens with another variation on the 'whowasdunin' theme, with an unknown person shooting manically before we flash back to the arrival of a fresh group of guests at the resort.

Jason Isaacs, an actor I've always liked (and once imagined as Harry Devlin - yes, he's a Scouser, even though here he plays an American businessman), and his wife and three children, are amongst the guests who play a pivotal part in the story. We also, once again, become invested in the lives of select members of the hotel staff, including the likeable security guard Gaitok and the pretty colleague whom he fancies. There's a mysterious and rather menacing chap called Rick and his Mancunian girlfriend Chelsea (a great performance by Aimee Lou Wood): see the photo above.

There's a lot of discussion online about the class and privilege issues which crop up in The White Lotus. But there's something else that strikes me about the scripts. A central recurring theme is the sheer randomness of fate. Whichever character you become attached to, you can't be sure they will survive.   

Forgotten Book - The Singing Masons

 

A few years ago, I had the chance to pick up, at a very modest price, an inscribed copy of a novel called The Singing Masons, written by Francis Vivian. I didn't know much about Vivian or his work, but the inscription featured both his pen-name and his real name, Ernest (in fact, his full name was Arthur Ernest Ashley), so I snapped it up. However, I didn't manage to get round to reading it and it slipped slowly down my TBR pile. These things happen.

It leapt back up that pile when I was invited to give a talk about Francis Vivian by Nottinghamshire Libraries, for whom I've done quite a number of events over the years. The idea was to give the talk at Retford Library, where I've spoken before, since Ashley came from that neck of the woods. So my first step was to read The Singing Masons! I didn't know how good it would be, though the fact that the book was published by Hodder, in 1950, I found quite encouraging.

This is an enjoyable book, featuring a likeable Scotland Yard man called Knollis, a series character who works hand in hand with the local inspector, Wilson. The investigative style is faintly reminiscent of Freeman Wills Crofts, but we get a reference to the film version of Chandler's The Lady in the Lake, as well as mention of Poe's Dupin. And the epigraph is a highly relevant quotation from Henry V.

There's a useful map at the start of the book, which I should have studied more closely (though I did figure out whodunit by other means). The story opens with a veteran bee-keeper called Heatherington recounting a lengthy and rather rambling story about the discovery of a corpse. It seems as though the weight of detail is excessive, but in fact Vivian cunningly conveys some very important information in the first chapter.

An unpleasant philanderer and chancer called Batley has been murdered, and suspicion shifts around a small group of suspects. There is a lot of discussion about bees and their habits and care - Vivian himself was a keen bee-keeper - and although the story slows down after a bright start, it is well-written and well-constructed. And it sounds glib to say that there is a sting in the tail at the end of the novel, but it's true. The finale is unexpectedly dark and quite memorable. All in all, I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of this novel, and I'm very glad I bought it.

  

Operation Finale - 2018 film review

Operation Finale tells a story from real life that I was aware of, but wasn't familiar with in any great detail. It is set mainly in 1960 and concerns the hunt by Mossad agents for the Nazi war criminal Adolf Eichmann and their attempts to bring him to justice. The director is Chris Weitz, the writer Matthew Orton, and the big draw so far as I was concerned was the casting of Ben Kingsley as Eichmann.

The lead agent is Peter Malkin, played by Oscar Isaac, an actor I don't recall coming across before. He does a solid job as a man haunted by a past mistake, and Melanie Lauren is good as Hanna, the one female member of the team. One thing that surprised me was that less than half the film's running time is devoted to the actual hunt for Eichmann in Argentina (which became home to a lot of Nazis in the Peron era in particular).

The focus then switches to the attempt to get Eichmann out of the country, after the getaway flight on an El Al plane is delayed, Eichmann plays cat and mouse with his captors, and Ben Kingsley gives a fine performance. His mobile features are very effective in conveying and indeed concealing the thoughts and feelings of the character he is playing.

There are small but important parts for Simon Russell Beale and Greta Scacchi. The need to be (roughly) true to the real life story is inevitably a constraint, but on the whole, the film works well. The second half, post-capture, could, however, have been a little shorter. Even with that caveat, I must say that I was glad to watch it, and although one should always be a bit sceptical about films which purport to be based on real life events, I think I did learn quite a bit about what actually happened.  

  

The Dark - ITV review

The clue is in the title of this new six-part TV serial. The Dark isn't a misnomer - it's a dark, Gothicky story about a serial killer, and it's filmed in a suitably dark way. The screenplay is written by Matt Hartley and others and is based on a novel by G.R. Halliday called From the Shadows. I have to admit that I'd never heard of G.R. Halliday, let alone the novel, but this really reflects the fact that in recent years, although I read as much crime as ever, my main focus has been on books from the past - researching titles for the Crime Classics list is fun, but of course it takes up a lot of time. So I'm not as well versed on the latest books as I was in the past.

Anyway, this is a story set in Scotland, and it's got elements of Scandi noir about it: whether Scandi noir was an influence on the author, I don't know, but it wouldn't be a surprise to learn that it was. The scenery is, of course, gorgeous, though I was struck by the number of scenes in which a detective drives on a narrow, winding road with no other cars in sight. I just know that if I did that, I'd soon encounter a tractor coming in the opposite direction. 

Laura Donnelly gives an intense performance as DI Monica Kennedy, the lead detective who has a curious backstory, having been involved in the past with a mysterious cult. She is a single parent, with a young child and a concerned mother. And she's a great one for going into obviously dangerous situations without back-up. I wouldn't say that I really warmed to Monica, but I'm not sure we are meant to do so. The cast also features Helen Baxendale, in a very, very different role from that of Cordelia Gray, the part I most associate with her, in the TV version of P.D. James's An Unsuitable Job for a Woman.

The serial killer is targeting young men and there are a number of creepy suspects who might be culpable. I have to say, though, that I didn't find it difficult to decide which of them was actually the guilty party. The story might have been better told in four parts rather than six, but for the most part it kept me engaged. Not a masterpiece, perhaps, but pretty good television all the same. If you like dark stories, that is. 

Forgotten Book - The Perfect Murder

I have a long-standing interest in collaborative detective novels. The Floating Admiral is an old favourite of mine, a Detection Club classic that is still earning the Club royalties, more than ninety years after it first saw the light of day. Of course, it has the advantage of being associated with Agatha Christie, that most bankable of writers. The Queen of Crime wrote an early chapter in the book, and it's a highlight of the novel.

The Perfect Murder is an extremely unusual example of a collaborative novel and is very different from books such as The Floating Admiral. It began life as an exercise organised by Jack Hitt, a senior editor at Harper's magazine. He had a round-table discussion with five leading mystery writers of the day - three Americans, two Brits - and this was published in the magazine. From there, it grew into a full-length book.

The five writers were Donald E. Westlake, Tony Hillerman, Lawrence Block, Peter Lovesey, and Sarah Caudwell, and one of the merits of choosing this particular quintet - quite apart from their literary ingenuity is that each of them has a distinctive voice. I was especially entertained by Peter Lovesey's contributions, and noted that he managed to include a reference to his favourite 'true crime' - the Brides in the Bath case.

The set-up is that Hitt, in the person of wealthy 'Tim', is contemplating murdering his wife and framing her lover for the crime. He seeks to enlist the aid of gifted mystery writers in order to achieve his aim. Each of the five authors comes up with a highly elaborate scenario, and the plot thickens from there. Very definitely a one-off, but intriguing, it's a book I'm hoping to explore further in a newsletter soon, as Peter Lovesey gave me some of the background information, including a letter from Jack Hitt discussing the project and the original magazine article. 

Olney Review of Books - guest post by Simon Lee

As the years pass, I find it interesting to look back on school and student days, and in recent years I've had the pleasure of renewing a number of friendships from long ago. Someone I've enjoyed getting to know better is Simon Lee, who is not only Emeritus Professor of Jurisprudence, Queen’s University Belfast, a former vice-chancellor, chair of the Everton Library Trust, chair of the William Temple Foundation, but also and the founder of the Olney Review of Books. The latter strikes me as an admirable initiative and I'm grateful to Simon for taking the trouble to respond to my request for a guest blog post about it. Here's what he has to say:

 
'Fifty years ago, when I went up to university, I was delighted to discover that the Balliol College law library was open 24 hours a day. It would make a great setting for a murder mystery. One student in his final year would be my chief suspect because he seemed to be in the library all the time. He went on to be a successful solicitor and crime fiction writer. He is also the consultant editor of the wonderful British Library Classic Crime series. Work hard in a law library and perhaps you too could be a Martin Edwards...
 
That, at least, is what I have told my law students over the decades and in diverse institutions - for instance in this blog at the Open University half a dozen years ago
https://university.open.ac.uk/open-justice/blog/christmas-its-mystery
 
Not every law student goes into legal practice or becomes a crime fiction writer. I went on to postgraduate study at Yale where Professor Arthur Leff said, ‘Whatever you can do, I can do meta.’ That is the lot of those of us stay to work in universities, reflecting on law in fact and fiction by teaching, researching and reviewing.

 
My latest project in that spirit is the Olney Review of Books (ORB), a free, on-line quarterly. All thirteen articles in the inaugural issue are available to those who sign up for the free newsletter while three sample articles are on the website which takes you to that opportunity: https://olneyreviewofbooks.co.uk/
 
Martin Edwards kindly contributed to the launch issue which was always planned for this month to celebrate twin 250^th anniversaries. Everyone knows that the 4^th of July 1776 was the date of the American Declaration of Independence. You might even know that on 1^st January 1773, the most famous hymn in the world was written in Olney, Buckinghamshire, by the local Anglican curate, Revd John Newton. We know it as Amazing Grace although he called it Faith’s Review and Expectation.
 
Very few people, however, seem to have turned the page to see that the next hymn in the collection of Olney Hymns (a 1779 publication) is titled On the Eclipse of the Moon 30 July 1776. This hymn, based on John Newton’s observation of the Moon from Olney, has been eclipsed by its illustrious predecessor for 250 years, until now. ORB’s first article has an analysis of the hymn by a distinguished theologian, Revd Professor Kenneth Newport, who is also a student of astro-physics.
 
More generally, the idea of ORB is to challenge the assumption that it takes a big metropolitan city with millions of people, such as New York or London, to have a literary culture including a Review of Books. Olney is a small market town in Buckinghamshire with only 7,000 residents. This does not make us parochial. We are interested in the genius of small communities everywhere, including the way conversations such as those between John Newton and his Olney neighbour, the poet William Cowper, can stimulate creativity.
 
Those of us who have been reviewing for decades will have nurtured our own dream of writing a murder mystery ourselves. Mine is set at a charity cricket match and features a hat-trick of puns in its title, The Bowler’s End (how the bowler died, at which end of the pitch, and what the bowler was up to – ‘End’ as the method, the location and the purpose).
 
While I search for a publisher, what I love about crime fiction is the community it has generated and the values readers and writers share, such as appreciating tradition without being afraid to challenge it. In their own way, 250 years ago, Newton and Cowper’s conversations about hymns, faith, words and social justice (seeking to abolish slavery and to ameliorate the conditions of lace-working women and girls in Olney) created the same dynamic. 

Fifty years ago, conversations in that college law library were a sharing of culture and craft. Now, ORB is encouraging exchanges of views about books in the round, in their whole life-cycle or, as we like to say, how books go into orbit. Talking of small communities, our next issue leads on the 300^th anniversary of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels. We will take Gulliver into space but we will also be celebrating little community libraries.'     
 

 

The White Lotus - season 2 review

It's in the nature of television, especially today, that if a series becomes a big success, there will be follow-ups, even if the storyline was originally conceived as a one-off. I don't know what Mike White, the director and writer of The White Lotus had in mind originally, but he came up with a story concept that is flexible enough to be highly adaptable.

Having enjoyed season 1 of The White Lotus, I wondered if I'd find season 2 a let-down. I needn't have worried: it's at least as good, and benefits not only from a good ensemble cast but also the presence of such notable actors as F. Murray Abraham and Tom Hollander (who is as good here, as the rather sinister gay man Quentin, as he was in the first season of The Night Manager).

This time the setting is the White Lotus resort and spa in Sicily. There are plenty of scenes in and around Taormina, a gorgeous town I've been lucky enough to visit twice. Again the storyline is built around a teasing 'whowasdunin' puzzle. A body is found floating in the water, but we don't know who is dead. And then we flashback to a week earlier. This season is seven, rather than six episodes long, which allows for plenty of exploration of the guests, staff and their relationships. What I didn't expect was that two interesting characters who featured in season 1 also show up here - although their lives have moved on.

If anything, I thought season 2 was better than season 1. Experienced as I am in anticipating plot twists, I did not see the final development coming, forseeing neither the identity of the body in the water, or the reason for their death. And this is only one example of Mike White's clever writing. There's quite a lot of wit here, but also a number of genuinely poignant moments. It's far superior to a typical soap opera, for instance, because not only are the characters drawn in depth, the situations are intriguing and often unpredictable. 

  

The Pleasures of Research

I'm back from a lovely trip to west Wales, where fantastic weather made the research for a forthcoming story most pleasurable, even if the heat did slow me down a bit! I've had the idea for this particular story for some time - it's destined for an anthology - but I'd struggled to find a way to make the plot come alive. Then it struck me that what I really needed was a great setting. In just such a way, my idea for a story set in Bletchley Park during the Second World War needed a second key setting - which I found by sheer chance while taking part in a festival on Jersey, of all places, and the result was 'The Sound of Secrecy'.

For a number of reasons, I thought Wales would work well, provided it was a part of the country that I wasn't too familiar with - because I wanted the sense of  'a stranger in town' (or at least in the countryside) in the narrative. So I settled on the Llyn Peninsula, which for some reason or another I've never explored on my many trips to Wales over the years. Criccieth seemed an obvious base, and it proved to be ideal.

Criccieth is a small, pleasant town with a thirteenth century castle and a charming bay, and I realised on my first night there that it would make an ideal home for my protagonist. The 'stranger' would be a man she meets, and they'd go around the area together as their relationship develops. There were lots of options, and I explored as many as I could in the time available, naturally including one or two potential murder scenes, though I didn't manage to make the boat trip to Bardsey Island (you sail from the tiny cove of Porth Meudwy, in the photo below).

However, there was a lot to see - not just glitzy Abersoch, where a beach hut can set you back £200,000, but places like Aberdaron (with a gorgeous old church where R.S.Thomas - once nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature) used to preach, and Nefyn, had considerable charm  There's a very good National Trust property and garden at Rhiw, and I also fitted in a trip to Anglesey to visit Plas Newydd, which somehow I've never got round to seeing before. The house overlooks the Menai Straits - a great location.

And one thing leads to another. Whilst in Pwllheli (which I used to associate with holiday camps but which has a very pleasant nature reserve), I was contacted about a possible short story for a women's magazine, and an idea for the storyline sprang to me as I strolled around the waterfront. I didn't write anything other than copious notes when I was away, but such trips are not only fun but also tend to help your mind to figure out how to solve storytelling challenges. Even the gull which perched outside my bedroom window was clearly impressed by the view. Truly inspiring.

Forgotten Book - The Riddle of Samson

Islands make great settings for detective novels, a truth that I hope readers will find reinforced when my own Fever Island appears in September. The Scilly Isles have featured in several crime novels, books by W.J. Burley and Kate Rhodes among others, and they also supply the setting for The Riddle of Samson by Andrew Garve - in fact, Samson is one of the smaller islands in the group. Happily, a map of the main novel is provided at the start of the novel, which dates from 1954. Maps really do help with books like this, and I can think of some other Garve novels which would have benefited from including a map - because setting does play an important part in his work.

The opening line is unorthodox and memorable: 'The day I crossed to Sicily the islanders had just learned that for the first time their history they were going to have to pay income tax.' This was a bit of social history that came as a real surprise to me, but it turns out to be accurate, and more importantly it does contribute to the plot. Because the unwelcome tax regime has become a news story which has attracted a bunch of journalists. And, as ever with Garve books, the journos are depicted in a very believable way.

The storyteller is John Lavery, a young archaeologist who is doing some preparatory work prior to the arrival of a colleague called George. He comes across the newspapermen, and an attractive woman in their company who turns out to be married to the biggest loudmouth of them all, a seasoned journalist called Ronnie. 

The woman, an enigmatic individual whose name is Olivia, accompanies John on a little exploration of Samson and when she misses her boat back, they end up spending the night together - in a very innocent way, it must be said. But Olivia fears her husband finding out that the pair of them have been together, and when Ronnie does indeed turn up on Samson, the plot thickens very nicely.

This is an enjoyable story, with pleasing elements of mystery and more than a touch of the outdoors adventure in which Garve excelled. His forte wasn't 'fair play' detection, but more the unravelling of crafty criminal plots, and the more books of his that I read, the more I admire his range. 

Dear England - BBC TV review

Dear England is a television adaptation of a successful play about football (and I don't think there have been many works for the stage that fit that description) written by James Graham. James Graham is one of our leading playwrights and I almost got to meet him when his Hull University team reached the final of Christmas University Challenge four years ago, but he had to rush off to London after the semi-final to attend an opening in the West End. A pity from my perspective, because I'm sure he is a very interesting chap. And his writing is undeniably ambitious.

Dear England is an example of this ambition. It's a story about the career of Gareth Southgate as England football manager. Southgate famously missed a decisive penalty in 1996 and had minimal success during his brief career as a club manager, but his involvement with the FA led to his being appointed - in effect as a safe pair of hands, following the brief and unfortunate reign of Sam Allardyce, a very experienced club manager who lasted only one match before becoming embroiled in a scandal.

Joseph Fiennes plays Southgate and I think his performance is uncanny, as it seems to capture the man's appearance and behaviour extraordinarily well (I think this is true, even though I've never met Southgate). Jodie Whittaker plays a sports psychologist, Pippa Grange. In real life, I gather that Pippa Grange was only directly involved with the England team for a couple of years and I suppose her role was expanded because there are virtually no other women in the cast (so, for instance, apart from one tiny scene at the end, we see nothing of the way the job impacted on Southgate's home life).

The story of how an evidently decent man achieved great progress in leading the national team, while ultimately falling short of winning anything is, to a football fan like me, interesting. James Graham builds in lots of 'state of the nation' references, although I think it's open to debate as to how well some of the comparisons work. There are some common factors to leadership whatever organisation is being led. But there are also differences. The skills you need to lead a nation are in some respects fundamentally different from those of leading a team in a competition which has the simple (if hard to achieve) objective of winning a competition.

But the real problem with the show is that it's too long - four episodes expands the material beyond its natural length, so there is a quite a bit of padding. Even so, I stuck the course to the inevitably anti-climactic conclusion. Any chance of a play or fictional TV series about Pep Guardiola?  

The White Lotus - HBO/Sky Atlantic TV - season 1 review

The White Lotus first hit our TV screens five years ago. It was a big success, and seemed to be very trendy, but I didn't pay much attention to it until recently, when I thought I might take a look. If I'm honest, I wasn't expecting great things. Just something superficial and glossy and no doubt very expensively made, a sort of high-calibre soap opera.

I never expected to enjoy the show as much as I did, and in a short space of time I've watched all three seasons. I'm now very much looking forward to season four. Mike White, the writer and director, has done a quite superb job of creating a series that has genuine depth. The sex scenes have attracted quite a lot of comment, but I think the whole show is very well done - writing, acting, photography, the whole bundle. The music is unusual but brilliantly effective, too.

The White Lotus is a chain of luxury hotel resorts in glamorous locations around the world, patronised by the rich and privileged. Season 1 is set in Maui, an island I loved staying in myself (but in a rather less exotic and expensive, although perfectly pleasant hotel) and runs to six episodes. The story opens at an airport. A older couple talk to a young man who has been staying at the White Lotus on his honeymoon. It emerges that a tragedy has occurred there, and someone died. The older people realise the young man is on his own...next thing we know, we flashback to ten days earlier, as the honeymooning couple and others are greeted on arrival by the manager and staff of the White Lotus.

So yes, this is a whowasdunin. Who has died, and why? Is it the new bride, or someone else? The mystery is cleverly contrived, but it's only one ingredient of a complex storyline, full of interesting (if not necessarily likeable) characters. Vast wealth doesn't bring happiness might be the moral of the story. Except that, in one or two cases, it seems to do so. For instance, Tanya, a very mixed-up billionaire, befriends Belinda, a wellness consultant, and wants to help her, but complications in her own personal life begin to get in the way.

There are oddities about the storyline every now and then, choices made about which situations to explore and which to glide past, but overwhelmingly my reaction was positive. And I can imagine academics discussing the show in some depth in years to come (for all I know, they are already at it), simply because it's rich in discussion points, sometimes thought-provoking, sometimes satiric, consistently interesting.

     

Forgotten Book - Rustling End

Douglas G. Browne (1884-1963) was a capable crime writer who also enjoyed success with non-fiction - books about true crime cases and a biography of Bernard Spilsbury. Towards the end of his career, he was elected to membership of the Detection Club, but today many of his books are hard to find. That's true of Rustling End, which was first published in 1948. I count myself as fortunate to have a copy that Browne inscribed to someone who inspired his creation of Stephanie, the young woman in the story.

The first chapter is curious. A young solicitor, John Fordyce, drops into an Essex pub and witnesses a strange confrontation between the landlord, a man called Detmold, and a customer. The men stare at each other intently. Something is amiss between them - yet they don't seem to know each other. Subsequently, Fordyce learns that Detmold has been arrested on a murder charge, and he's ultimately convicted on compelling evidence.

Fordyce then attends a dinner party hosted by Harvey Tuke and his wife Yvette. Among the guests is Stephanie, over from New Zealand. She wants to get in touch with her aunt, but the lady has married unexpectedly and rather mysteriously, and Stephanie receives a letter from her husband, a man called Prowse, who lives at Rustling End in Essex, basically fobbing her off.

Fordyce shares Stephanie's curiosity and their investigations soon uncover some worrying developments - but not the aunt. This is a novel inspired by the Moat Farm case, but it has some distinctive plot features which mean that although the basic situation is straightforward, there's more to the whole business than meets the eye. I enjoyed this novel, an interesting piece of work by an under-estimated author.

Deadly Remains by Kate Ellis

Deadly Remains is the latest Wesley Peterson novel by Kate Ellis, published last year. This lengthy series benefits from a pleasant setting on and around the south Devon coast, with Tradmouth (which stands in for Dartmouth, as Morbay and Neston stand in for Torquay and Totnes in the series) as the focal point, and the base for Wesley and his friend and boss, the Scouser Gerry Heffernan.

Kate's books invariably showcase intricate plotting, something which has drawn me to them since I first got to know her late in the 90s. Like me, she was a big fan of Glenn Chandler's scripts for the early series of Taggart and her storytelling shares with Glenn's a knack for taking disparate plot ingredients and blending them together into a satisfyingly mysterious meal. There is often - though not in this particular storyline - an element of the macabre that adds a tasty seasoning of the weird and unorthodox

The Wesley books follow a tried and tested pattern. They always combine a mystery set in the past, usually told through a diary or recovered documentation of some kind, frequently unearthed by archaeologist Neil Watson, and a puzzle of the present. In Deadly Remains, the body count is high; however, this is not in any way a gruesome novel (or even, in any meaningful sense, a police procedural), but rather a well-crafted traditional detective story.

Here the death of a writer and researcher with plenty of ghostwritten books on his CV is investigated by Wesley, while bones are unearthed in a dig by Neil's team, which is supplemented in this case by young Michael Peterson, whose role in the story is especially well-handled. The mystery in the past involves a plane crash during the Second World War. 

This aspect of the story reminded me of Fetch Out No Shroud by Stephen Murray (the pen-name of Stephen Hayes), a friend of mine who published some good traditional mysteries with the Collins Crime Club in the 80s and 90s (that book appeared in 1990) and who was already well-established when I first got published. He appeared to me to be destined for crime writing stardom. Alas, Stephen hasn't published a novel for upwards of thirty years, but his novel - which involves a body found on an airfield and the death of a war historian investigating dark secrets of the past - is one I enjoyed. I don't recall the details of the plot, but even though I found a rather brutal online review of it from Publishers' Weekly, I still think it would be worth seeking out. Stephen is one of many writers whose talent, I felt, deserved greater success and a longer career than he was able to achieve. 

   

The Lake District Cold Case Mysteries - a box set

Joffe Books are a dynamic publishing company and since they licensed the UK ebook rights to my Lake District series (now known as The Lake District Cold Case Mysteries) the books have been going great guns. It's also been a great pleasure for me to be reunited with Kate Lyall Grant, who was my editor at Hodder in the late 1990s when I was writing the Harry Devlin series.

Joffe Books specialise mainly in discounted ebooks, which they market very effectively. Their latest coup has been to put the eight Lake District Cold Case Mysteries into a box set, which they are selling very cheaply on Amazon UK, and this has resulted in the set achieving #1 bestseller status. An absolute bargain, I'd say, but then I would, wouldn't I? If you're tempted, here is a link to paste into your browser: 

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