A Broken Pelvis and Ian Rankin

I last saw Ian Rankin in Sydney in 2017 which I wrote about HERE on Who Says Crime Doesn’t Pay? I was looking forward to hearing him again at the Sydney Writers’ Festival on Saturday 24 May at Carriageworks. Unfortunately, I’ve fractured my pelvis and forced into at least four weeks bed rest. Gutted!

I livestreamed his panel and took a few notes. As a disclaimer this is my own paraphrasing. There are some spoilers of his published books, so be warned.

Michael Williams, an experienced presenter and editor of The Monthly, interviewed Ian. Ian had also injured himself whilst jogging in Brisbane (and damaged his I-phone) and displayed his skinned hands. They spoke about Rebus’s latest adventure in Midnight and Blue, how it’s a locked-room mystery as there’s a limited number of suspects in a gaol.

Skinned hands. Ouch.

Ian thought A Heart Full of Headstones would be Rebus’s finale and that the ending would be his Reichenbach Falls tribute to Arthur Conan Doyle. However, he couldn’t resist seeing how Rebus would cope with imprisonment.

Rebus is now ageing and seeing things from a different perspective now that he’s a prison inmate. Especially concepts like good vs evil. He also faces a new wave of crime in Edinburgh, just like current day Edinburgh which has an ongoing gangland war. Ian sees Edinburgh as a Jekyll and Hyde city with its charming tourist façade but a much darker seam running beneath it. A city that is ‘all fur coat and no knickers’ (a Glasgow saying about Edinburgh).

Ian has been writing since he was a child. He believed he would be a Professor of Literature or something similar in academia. His books take over – his characters direct themselves and will charge off in unexpected directions. His WIP book is constantly on his mind. Crime writers get all their demons out on the page and are lovely to meet in real life. Romance writers might be totally the opposite he quipped.

His first published book, Knots and Crosses, sunk. In the first draft Rebus died but in the editing process Ian brought him back.

He saw himself as a literary writer, accidentally falling into the crime genre. But being a more commercial fiction writer was an attractive option as he needed money. Shaft was the only crime book he’d read because he wasn’t old enough to see the movie. He began reading authors such as Ruth Rendell, but he found himself attracted to US noir type authors like James Ellroy.

John Rebus’s name originated from John from Shaft and from the rebus puzzle which Ian enjoyed solving in the paper when he was a child.

He spent a decade away from Scotland with his wife, Miranda, who supported him in London whilst he was writing his first four books. Rebus hates London because at that time, Ian did. But having a distance from Scotland was useful in many ways and when the family eventually returned to Edinburgh, Ian was worried about whether he’d still be able to write about it.

On his first draft he often doesn’t know who the killer is. After completing the first draft of The Hanging Garden he still didn’t know the killer. It was only when reading the second draft that he knew. His first draft is a ‘ragged beast’. Nobody reads his first draft, not even Miranda. His first draft is always skeletal, weird, filled with conversations with himself. His second draft is printed out and Miranda edits with a pen. The longer she sits there the more he knows he’s in trouble. He writes 2-4 drafts of each book.

Morris Gerald Cafferty, a Glasgow gangster, appeared in Tooth and Nail, book 3 as a minor character. Ian saw him as Rebus’s shadow side like Cain and Abel, Jekyll and Hyde. Big Ger has two different backstories because Ian has also written him as coming from Edinburgh. Cafferty represents the bad stuff, but he and Rebus share an odd empathy. It was Ian’s literary agent who said it was time for Cafferty to die. It was traumatic for Ian to write this, but he listened to his agent.

Malcom Fox is a yes-man, a toadie, a pen-pusher. Ian thinks he should hand him over to Richard Osman to put him into a nursing home. (I have to admit, I like Malcom Fox!)

Siobhan Clarke – Ian would like to develop Siobhan more in a novel but so far he hasn’t found her story.

William Mcllvanney, known as the godfather of ‘tartan noir’ and author of the Laidlaw detective books who died in 2015, was also discussed. During lockdown William’s widow asked Ian if he’d consider putting the finishing touches to a handwritten manuscript of William’s: The Dark Remains. This project was a challenge as Ian had respected William and had never attempted to capture another author’s voice. He met William at an Edinburgh book festival in 1985 before his first Rebus book was published. He told William he was writing a book that was like William’s Laidlaw but set in Edinburgh. William inscribed his book to Ian, ‘Good luck with the Edinburgh Laidlaw’. Ian received a handwritten letter from William’s widow saying he had captured William’s voice perfectly.

Ian admires Muriel Spark’s writing and Michael asked him about Jilly Cooper. Ian said, ‘We’re going there are we?’ Miranda and Ian were snowed in in France and the only books to read were Jilly Cooper’s. Ian began working his way through them and enjoyed Rivals. Jilly Cooper started sending Ian gifts when she heard he was a fan – Champagne, bars of soap. Miranda started getting annoyed about these gifts!

 

Ian said Rebus changed his life and made him a good living. He’s known him longer than most of his friends. It pains Ian to witness everything Rebus is going through. He knows he likes Rebus more than Rebus would like him. The world has moved on and cops like Rebus don’t belong or exist anymore. He’s currently writing a London novel about dark money. He might do another Rebus play. He mused that when he shuffles off the moral coil there will still be copies of Rebus in second-hand bookshops.

 

 

Vale Kerry Greenwood

Journey well, Kerry Greenwood.
     Journey well, Kerry and thank you for all your inspiration and supportive words to me.
     One of the highlights of my writing career was being presented with my second Sisters in Crime stiletto shoe by Kerry. I was also fortunate to benefit from her generous sponsorship of the Domestic Malice Prize which I won in 2003 and 2004 for my two short stories: Tadpole and Hail Mary.
     I’m reposting my original blog post 1am in Melbourne in honour of her. She epitomised the best of boho Melbourne.
     Condolences to all who knew, loved and will always cherish Kerry. Especially to her long-term soulmate David Greagg and the Sisters in Crime who were very close to her.
A link also to the ABC online tribute to her.

In the Eternity

‘Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.’ AC
Happy Spirit birthday to Agatha Christie born on this day 15 September 1890. I’m forever grateful for her books and her creation of Miss Marple. 🦋 A couple of favourite photographs of Agatha by Lord Snowdon taken in June 1976. I think he’s captured her beautifully.

 

Also, a couple of photos taken in 2017 when I was overjoyed to visit Greenway, Agatha’s holiday home in Devon. I had the most spectacular day there and still feel such joy that I stood in the same spot in the library as the Queen of Crime.

  A link to a post from Collecting Christie about the Snowdon photo shoot with Dame Agatha Christie.

https://www.collectingchristie.com/post/snowdon

BONEHEAD

In a tumultuous year for me personally and for the world, it was a diamond dark treat to have a new Mo Hayder book – BONEHEAD – published posthumously.

I’ve loved all of Mo’s standalone novels just as I adore her broody, brilliant Jack Caffery series – and BONEHEAD didn’t disappoint. It has some classic Mo tropes. There’s a speculative edge with its urban ghost story of the female Bonehead. Twists that lead the book into unexpected dark alleyways. Nuanced characters who stay with you long after you reach the final page. An ending that feels like an icy finger tracing your spine. A wonderful sense of place and atmosphere with the English village Eastonbirt.

Some graphic scenes that some readers might feel need trigger warnings but Mo’s fans know her books will enter dark places. Believe me, it’s worth the journey into the shadows. BONEHEAD feels wonderfully gothic in places as well as being a police procedural. The writing is excellent. Mo packs so much into a few sentences. A foreword by Karin Slaughter expresses eloquently how Mo was respected by so many writers around the world, and her influence on women writing crime.

Without giving away spoilers, BONEHEAD centres around an urban legend that has frightened teenagers in Eastonbirt for years. The Bonehead, rumoured to be a local gypsy prostitute in the last century, was lured to her death by one of her johns and thrown into a ravine. Her face was eaten by rodents but her body mummified; the john returns frequently to have sex with the corpse. Stay with me. Her spirit haunts the area, luring locals to their death.

A coach bringing teenagers home from a school reunion crashes. Seven are killed and three permanently disabled. One teenager, Alex Mullins, believes she saw the Bonehead standing over her at the time of the crash. Alex becomes a police officer in London but returns to Eastonbirt a couple of years later, unable to let go of what she saw. She tries to track down her surviving school friends to solve the mystery.

I loved every word of BONEHEAD. I was up way past midnight finishing it in an emotional mess. OK, I did skip the dog scene parts as I just can’t go there… I tried to eke it out knowing it’s the final Mo Hayder – unless another shows up in the attic, or if the remaining drafts of her speculative novels (written as Theo Clare) are released.

I’ve written about Clare’s death before and how it affected me HERE. Mo will always be for me the kindest, fascinating, courageous, talented and beautiful-inside-and-out soul. We lost her too young at 59, but her razor-sharp intelligent, extraordinary stories remain. BONEHEAD is a worthy addition to her already impressive legacy. I just wish there was more.

Mo Hayder aka Clare Dunkel born 02 January, 1962 died 27 July, 2021

 

THE BRIDE MARRIED TO AMAZEMENT

Happy Spirit birthday Clare aka Mo Hayder. Shine brightly, beauty. I hope you’re writing up a storm✨Never ✨forgotten.🌹

‘When it’s over, I want to say all my life
‘I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver
(When Death Comes)’

 

 

DANGEROUS DEVOTIONS

It was a joy and privilege to be in conversation onstage with local author Ann aka A D Penhall in Katoomba today for the launch of her very clever, gripping crime novel, Dangerous Devotions. 🔪🖤👠Ann and I met many years ago at a Sisters in Crime launch in Melbourne and it was terrific to grill her on stage about the journey of her book and her writing process. We spoke about her writing journey and the bonus of bottom drawer manuscripts.  There was a large engaged audience who even asked questions.
Dangerous Devotions is published through Clan Destine Press 👠👠🔪🖤

THE BOOK OF SAND REVIEW

 

I know I am deathless… 

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself, 20 – from The Book of Sand 

This was never going to be an unbiased review as I was friends with the author of The Book of Sand. Even though I rushed to preorder, I was tentative about reading it when it arrived. Would it be too distressing because of Clare’s recent death in 2021? As a huge fan of her Jack Caffery gritty crimes and standalone novels under her pseudonym Mo Hayder, would I be able to enter the world of her fantastical fiction? 

I needn’t have worried. The Book of Sand is a joyful reading experience. I devoured it over a few nights and truly didn’t want it to end. It can’t be compared to any of Clare’s previous work as it stands on its own unique legs and roars. Clare could have continued writing her Jack Caffery dark crimes – she was top of her game – but this series demanded to be birthed and it’s obvious by its exuberant tone that she loved creating it.  

The story is set between two seemingly disparate worlds. The Cirque is a sand world where the Dormilones, a group of individuals of varying ages, incomes and faiths from different places on Earth (Sri Lanka, Stockholm, Paris, Jaisalmer, Great Britain) connect with the disconcerting feeling they already know each other. The Family aren’t biologically linked but have been summoned to the Cirque on a quest to discover the Sarkpont under the guidance of the mysterious Mardy. Mardy informs them they have twelve chances and twelve Regyres without revealing much more information. The group face all the challenges of a sand desert as well as the sinister and dangerous Djinni who hunt on the second night (known as the Grey Night) when the family have to ensure they are safely enclosed. Other family groups are also competing for the Sarkpont and are prepared to fight to the death to win. Failure to locate the Sarkpont after twelve tries will result in a consequence so horrible the Dormilones team leaders cry when Mardy reveals it to them. Time is different in the Cirque. Days pass there as years pass on Earth. Travellers known as Scouts are sent out to different time periods back to Earth. No Scout knows what country or year they will arrive in when they transition to Earth. The only constant they have is that they will always die there and will return to the Cirque. Scouts can pass each other on the street in Earth and not recognise each other. Balzac is mentioned as naming the Virgule in the Cirque. When he was in Earth, he was driven mad, possibly by his vague memories and connection with the Cirque.     

The second world is set in contemporary America in Fairfax County, Virginia, the home of teenager Mckenzie Strathie, a high achiever who feels alienated from her family and peers and is haunted by longings for the desert. A lizard appears in her bedroom, a woman in a sari talks to her from a tree, and a high school science fair experiment involving the lizard goes disastrously wrong. Then a stranger texts her that he too can see the lizard when nobody else can. Mckenzie is taken to a therapist but begins to suspect the motives of the people closest to her. The dual worlds begin to snake together in a surprising twist.  

I love the visual images shimmering through the book. Spider, head back screeching in triumph into the hot desert air, his petticoat blowing around him as he rides his Sandwalker. Mardy, in her bobbly pink cardigan covered in cats. Desert sunsets and sunrises with their brilliant colours ranging from the grey-pink of a dead rose petal into clear shocking blue.  

The sand world, an eerie distorted mirror world of Earth, has McDonalds, deserted petrol stations, a can of Sprite Zero suddenly appearing. Meals of kangaroo haunches, mutton, ears of corn, sheep cheeseburgers, date wine and a bong filled with ganja. It’s a strange and terrifying visual weave of dreams and consciousness.   

The Djinni, or as Amasha calls them – the hungry ghosts – are malevolent and mysterious. Their faces are described as small, fat and pink, like a white human baby; they are stick-thin, white and much taller than human beings. They rip bodies to pieces in seconds when they encounter them in the Grey Night. Some of the Dormilones believe even uttering their name summons trouble. They are the fallen angels of this world. “God ye shall know, yet falleth the Angels so fast.” 

Cross Alice in Wonderland with a Tarantino movie and The Hunger Games and you still can’t come close to describing The Book of Sand. 

Clare first told me she was writing a book vastly different to her dark crimes in 2017, when we met up Avebury, UK. I excitedly wanted to know what it was about and she laughed in her mischievous way. ‘It’s weird,’ she said. It is indeed wonderfully weird – and wonderfully clever. 

Like all the best fantasy, The Book of Sand examines major life questions – faith and religion, who we are and where we go when we die, the inner knowing that the world we inhabit is not our true home and the blood tribe we are born to may not be our true family. Death is not an end but a transition that happens repeatedly.  

At the time of writing, Clare had no idea her own death was so tragically near but there are so many references to transitions and other states of consciousness throughout the book that it’s impossible not to think a part of her being knew.    

Readers of her graphic crime books won’t be disappointed with the energy and heat of her fight scenes. There are severed ears, scalpings, unexpected shocking deaths, mutilations and one of the characters (no spoilers) dies a very sad death. I actually had to skip those paragraphs as I couldn’t cope with it.     

When I reached the end, I had expected to be emotional. The tissues were ready but instead I felt a deep peace. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was – and will always be – awed by her vision, courage and talent. I’m so relieved to hear Clare finished other books in this dynamic series and I can’t wait to rejoin the Dormilones as they continue their quest. 

 

The Book of Sand is dazzling, lyrical, surreal and a beautiful legacy to Clare’s legion of fans by a brilliant, totally original gutsy woman.  

   

GHOSTS, STORMS AND BLUE HYDRANGEAS

A third low-key Christmas, unable to have any guests. This year and 2020 it was thanks to Covid19. Christmas 2019 was a non-event because we evacuated in the monster fires. A subdued tense feeling simmers in the upper mountains village I live in as the Omicron figures rise daily. At the time of writing, we have 21,151 known new cases daily in New South Wales, which would have been unthinkable this time last year. It’s a stormy, un-seasonally cold summer which I’m not complaining about as the heat is normally intolerable in the mountains when my soul craves wild Tasmanian seas or the bright iridescent blue of Heron Island. At night we watch M.R. James’s  1970s box set of Ghost Stories for Christmas, a welcome reprieve from the daily horrors of the news.

‘Who is this who comes?’

I read one book after another like a drug addict desperate for a fix and to lose myself in other worlds and different times. I don’t know how I would have survived the last few years without books. I post a lot of my book recommendations and reviews on Good Reads, Twitter, my Facebook Author Page and Instagram, so please follow me there if you’re interested.

I’ve just finished writing my current book and hoping it finds a good home. It’s a mystery similar to Poet’s Cottage and Currawong Manor, set in the 70’s and 90’s. It took two years and four months to write, which was quite an achievement as it was sandwiched between the monster fires, floods, a world pandemic, three plays I was involved in with the local theatre company, the Certificate of Energetic Healing I studied at Nature Care College in Sydney, my Masters of Reiki course and starting a new business, The Mystic Rose Energetic Healing, which was doing splendidly until the lockdown hit. Then there are all the demands of  life with a teenage girl in high school. Even before the novel is picked up, I’m proud I’ve completed it. I’m already itching to start the next book; I’m trying to decide between several ideas.

Joan Didion

Sadly, this year we witnessed the deaths of three of my writing inspirations – Anne Rice, Joan Didion and my friend Clare (aka Mo Hayder) whom I wrote about HERE.

Clare Dunkel aka Mo Hayder

In the garden our hydrangeas are blooming in blue perfection. I’m trying to focus on the good things, no matter how small they might seem to be. Nature is always such a consolation with its rhythms and cycles. I now know when the wild daisies come, and the flannel flowers and waratahs, and when it’s storm and magpie season. It’s a gentle reminder to trust in timing and permit things to unfold in the perfect season.

 

My key words for 2022 are Alignment, Health, Strength and Power. It’s the year of the Tiger which represents attributes like strength, power, confidence, self-esteem. Tigers never back down from a challenge which I think we’re all going to have to foster a sense of in the time to come. Like many, I’ll be avoiding crowds this New Year (which I actually do every year) and staying home with my family to watch our annual reminder that despite everything – It’s  A Wonderful Life.

Wishing you all the Blessings in 2022. Stay safe, keep creative.

 

 

WHAT’S DONE IN DARKNESS – BOOK REVIEW

I read everything Laura writes and collect hardcover editions of her work. WHAT’S DONE IN DARKNESS contains her trademark tropes of small-town secrets in the Ozarks, poverty, intergenerational abuse and family ties.

Author photo – Paul Leonard

Seventeen-year-old Sarabeth’s world turns upside down when her family moves to a remote rural region of Arkansas, start home-schooling their children and join a conservative church.
Sarabeth is abducted near a cornfield by a masked man, taken to a unidentified spot, blindfolded, chained to a wall and held captive. When she is returned and dumped by the road a week later in a bloody nightgown, her family and the police refuse to believe her story.
The second timeline is Sara (Sarabeth) five years later, now working in an animal shelter near St Louis, trying to escape her past. Investigator Nick Farrow contacts her as girls have gone missing in cases similar to her own and he wants Sara to return with him to the scene where she escaped not only her masked abductor but her controlling religious-zealot family.


This is a slim book but it’s spellbinding and Laura manages to pack a lot in examining issues such as home-schooling, religion and victims of crime not being believed in some cases. Laura’s work is always evocative, unsettling, beautifully written and expertly plotted. From her debut with THE WEIGHT OF BLOOD, I’ve been a fan. Laura grew up in the Ozarks, she has first-hand experience of the towns she writes about and that comes through in the landscape descriptions and characters. She is interested in True Crime and has recently started a Tik Tok highlighting cases of missing women in her community ignored by the media.

Laura’s website can be found HERE