Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts

Thursday, 17 August 2023

Gavin Collinson on the Romanov Code

The producers of The Crown missed a trick. If they’d wanted a royal family with twisting storylines, a sense of the epic and genuinely world-changing pedigree, they should have focussed on the Romanovs. Even the secondary characters would have been more interesting. Paul Burrell vs Rasputin? Come on! It isn’t even a fair fight!

My new contemporary thriller, The Romanov Code, draws on the mysteries, allure and downright dazzling wonder of Russia’s last Imperial rulers. Okay, first up, let’s address the elephant in the library. Yes, I know title is far from original, but I wanted to convey the idea that this, like a certain other Code book, will present historically authentic questions and offer solutions that are both plausible and audacious. 

The book opens with my private detective, Marc Novak, being approached to find the lost treasure of the Romanovs. So far so good. True enough, the last Tsar and his family left an awful lot of riches behind. Even in their final residence, the jail that was ominously known as ‘the House of Special Purpose’, they managed to conceal more jewellery and gemstones than the V&A’s insurance quota could comfortably allow them to display in a single exhibition. In fact, so many diamonds were sewn into the lining of the Romanova’s clothing that when their execution began, the jewels offered an effective bullet-proofing from the incessant gunfire. 

This treasure, along with that taken from their previous residences, was catalogued and later auctioned, although several of the items in question went missing before the sale. Historians often focus on their disappearance and overlook the bigger picture: literally billions of dollars worth of gold, precious stones and royal regalia - including several of the fabled Fabergé Eggs - vanished during the period between Tsar Nicholas II’s ‘abdication’ in 1917 and the aftermath of the Romanov massacre in July, 1918.

So my detective, Marc Novak, asks two questions. First, and most obviously – what happened to all this loot? And secondly, how did the soldiers at the House of Special Purpose manage to overlook the enormous stash of precious objects the Romanovs kept in what were effectively their cells? Aside from the gems hidden in the women’s clothing - 18lb of diamonds alone were recovered – following their deaths, hundreds of other valuables were found in their rooms, ranging from gold chains and a platinum cigar case, to rubies, furs and dozens of items made of solid silver. 

We know the guards were vigilant to the point of torment, implementing spot checks and vigorous searches on the Romanovs on a daily basis. So, how did the soldiers somehow miss this vast hoard as their bayonets brushed aside the blankets and their fingers sifted through the suitcases? 

Well, there’s an obvious answer, of course, but it’s a fascinating thread that you can keep pulling and pulling until accepted so-called truths are slowly unravelled. And naturally, that’s exactly what Marc Novak does – not so much gently tugging these strands of inconsistency, but yanking them into the light like his life depends upon it. Which, funnily enough, it sort of does: he’s been given one week to find the Romanov riches or his friends and loved ones will be executed. As incentives go, it’s not as welcome as that offer of a 5% pay rise, but it’s a damn site more motivating.

And that’s just the start. Quite apart from the Romanovs’ missing riches, throughout history, a mind-boggling wealth of masterpieces and treasure has vanished. In the last fifty years alone thousands – let’s pause over that word – thousands of significant paintings have been stolen and never rediscovered. The ‘misplaced’ art ranges from the works of modern artists like Geddes, to Old Masters such as Rembrandt and the greats including Degas, Cezanne and Renoir. And we can add ‘ephemera’ to this mysterious roll-call… The Florentine Diamond, the Comtesse de Vendome’s necklace (valued at over $30 million), the Ivory Coast Crown Jewels, Tucker’s Cross (the most valuable object ever found in a shipwreck), the treasure stolen from the palace of Prince Faisal… All this and thousands of other irreplaceable items - poof! – gone! The police ostensibly as helpless and hapless as Inspector Clouseau seeking the Pink Panther in this continuing seepage.

Yes, make no mistake, it is a continuing seepage. Because when viewed not simply as individual thefts but an ongoing process of removal, it begins to look like a over-arching procedure. 

How would you explain it?

Why not join Novak’s investigation in The Romanov Code to see if his explanation bears any resemblance to yours!

The Romanov Code by Gavin Collinson is published by Welbeck, £8.99 paperback. Also available in ebook.

'Danger, intrigue and glamour. My job's got the lot. If it wasn't for the hitmen paid to kill me and this ticking bomb of a case I should have never accepted, who knows? I might even enjoy it . . .' Private detective Marc Novak is given one week to find the lost treasure of the Romanovs, or his friends and family will be killed. But he's got to stay one step ahead of assassins, the Russian secret service and a mysterious, beautiful former spy if he's to stand any chance of saving his own life, let alone those of his loved ones. Outnumbered, outgunned but never out-thought, Novak must use all his guile and audacity if he's to unravel the deadly riddle of the Romanov Code . . .

Please visit gavincollinson.com for more information on The Romanov Code.

Thursday, 26 May 2022

Kathy Wang on Imposter Syndrome

 

The concept for Impostor Syndrome is simple. It asks: what if one of the world's most powerful female technology executives was in fact a foreign spy?

The spy in my novel is a woman named Julia Lerner. Julia’s the COO of Tangerine, a social media and internet giant. When she was placed in the US, Julia’s handlers thought she’d just have a sort of middle class life in the Bay Area. So her ascension to her current level is really a result of her own work and skill.

What the book explores then, is what happens when Julia’s asked to put her job and position in danger, in order to fulfil the requests from the motherland. As by this time, Julia has made for herself an incredible life in the United States: lots of money, an important job where she’s fawned over, a very handsome new husband. Does she put that all at risk and obey orders? Or try and wrest back some control from her handlers?

At the same time, there is a lower level employee at Tangerine, Alice Lu, who one day comes across some unusual activity with the servers. Alice starts to try and figure out who might be stealing data from the company, and that starts a cat and mouse chase between the two women.

This book explores ideas around motherhood, career, money, internet privacy, and espionage - all topics I am interested in. However it is also a love letter to democracy. My parents were immigrants from Taiwan, and they always reminded me that regardless of the many flaws of the US, it was one of the greatest countries on earth. And I wanted to explore that in the novel, the idea that yes, we have these agencies like the CIA and the FBI but that in fact one of our most powerful tools for our national security is that we have democratic processes, we have freedom of speech, we have people from all over the world who come and live here. Alice is herself an immigrant from China, a country that in real life is having escalating tensions with the United States - but in this case, she is the one actually chasing Julia, who is the Russian agent. And Julia herself is conflicted, because deep down she really likes her life in California. She likes her beautiful house. She likes her husband. She likes living as an American as it were, with all its freedoms.

Kathy Wang is the author of Impostor Syndrome (VERVE Books) Out Now

Julia Lerner is one of the most powerful people in Silicon Valley and an icon to professional women across the country. She is the COO of Tangerine, one of America's biggest technology companies. She is also a Russian spy. Julia has been carefully groomed to reach the upper echelons of the company and use Tangerine's software to covertly funnel information back to Russia's largest intelligence agency. Alice Lu works as a low-level analyst within Tangerine, having never quite managed to climb the corporate ladder. One afternoon, when performing a server check, Alice discovers some unusual activity and is burdened with two powerful but distressing suspicions: Tangerine's privacy settings aren't as rigorous as the company claims they are and the person abusing this loophole might be Julia Lerner herself. Now, she must decide what to do with this information - before Julia finds out she has it.

More information about Kathy Wang and her work can be found on her website. You can also follow her on Twitter @bykathywang. 



Sunday, 30 May 2021

Books to Look Forward to from Pushkin Press

July 2021 

Some girl dies. Film editor Marissa has read better loglines for films, but still jumps at the chance to travel to a small island to work with the legendary - and legendarily demanding - director Tony Rees. But she soon discovers that on this set, nothing is as it seems. There are rumours of accidents and indiscretions, of burgeoning scandals and perilous schemes. In the midst of this chaos, Marissa is herself drawn into an amateur investigation of the real-life murder that is the movie's central subject. The only problem is, the killer may still be on the loose. And he might not be finished. Pretty as a Picture is by Elizabeth Little.

October 2021

Punishment of a Hunter: A Leningrad Confidential is by Yulia Yakovleva. 1930s Leningrad. As a mood of fear cloaks the city, Investigator Vasily Zaitsev is called on to investigate a series of bizarre and seemingly motiveless murders. In each case, the victim is curiously dressed and posed in extravagantly arranged settings. At the same time, one by one precious old master paintings are going missing from the Hermitage collection. As Zaitsev sets about his investigations, he meets with suspicion at practically every turn, and potential witnesses are reluctant to provide information. Soon Zaitsev himself comes under suspicion from the Soviet secret police. The embittered detective must battle increasingly complex political machinations in his dogged quest to uncover the truth.

December 2021

Nestled deep in the mist-shrouded mountains, The Village of Eight Graves takes its name from a bloody legend: in the sixteenth century, eight samurais, who had taken refuge there along with a secret treasure, were murdered by the inhabitants, bringing a terrible curse down upon their village. Centuries later a mysterious young man named Tatsuya arrives in town, bringing a spate of deadly poisonings in his wake. The inimitably scruffy and brilliant Kosuke Kindaichi investigates. The Village of Eght Graves is by Seishi Yokomizo.



Thursday, 14 January 2021

Time is Slippery by Tim Glister

 

The funny thing about decades is that they don’t really start when they say they do. I don’t mean this in the ‘actually the millennium was technically 2001’ sort of way. I mean that era-defining cultural and social shifts don’t happen suddenly whenever there’s a zero or a one at the end of a year.

 Everyone who lived through the 2010's will probably agree that they weren't exactly fantastic. But we’d probably also say that things didn’t really start to bite until 2013. And now, given how 2020 went, it’s pretty easy to imagine that we’ll still be dealing with the fall out of it beyond 2021.

The sixties were the same. When we collectively think back to them, we imagine they were swinging, economically resurgent, and increasingly liberal. And they were. But not in 1961. At least, not quite.

1961, like the start of every decade, was a transitional time. It had one foot stretching boldly out into the future and its other one still rooted firmly in the past. This was true across Europe, but particularly in the UK, and especially London, which is so iconically connected to the time.

Conservative Prime Minister Harold Macmillan had famously - and somewhat optimistically - said that Britons ‘have never had it so good’ in 1957. But even though the economy was on the up, the nation’s post-war recovery was taking a long time to trickle all the way down to every resident of the country, and its capital.

The city’s skyline was starting to change as new towers grew out of the gaps left by the Second World War. But not as many as you might think, and not as quickly either. Mid-century icons like the Southbank were in their infancy, with just the Royal Festival Hall left standing after the Festival of Britain. It would be another two years before the Centre Point office block started to be built on top of Tottenham Court Road Tube station. And another four before work began on the Barbican Estate in the vast Blitz crater that had destroyed almost the whole of the old Cripplegate area in the heart of the city.

Old barges still slowly made their way up and down the Thames. Men still pushed carts laden with fruit and veg through Soho. And, while miniskirts were getting shorter and flares were getting wider, you were more likely to see businessmen strolling around Bank in top hats and tails, Teddy Boys lingering on the corners that hadn’t yet been colonised by teenagers and hippies, and old war veterans in demob suits shuffling down Carnaby Street.

Yet, profound social and cultural change was on the horizon. Test tunnels for the Victoria Line had been completed, the Post Office Tower was beginning to rise above Fitzrovia, and in September police arrested 1,300 protestors in Trafalgar Square after a rally for the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament.

Time is fluid. It slips over, round and past itself in interesting ways. Things don’t change at the same rate or in nice fixed blocks, no matter how we choose to measure them or cut them up into generalised, easy to digest chunks. There’s always a little bit of yesterday and tomorrow mixed in with today - whenever today happens to be.

This makes period writing really interesting for authors, because you can infuse your writing with unexpected details that don’t just help build your narrative world but also inform and surprise your readers.

And for espionage writers, it gives you fantastic real-world and literary source material to play with. 1961 was the year George Smiley was born in Call For The Dead, and the year SPECTRE stole two atomic bombs that James Bond had to get back in Thunderball. It also saw the Bay of Pigs crisis, the construction of the Berlin Wall, and the start of the Apollo space programme. The Cold War was spilling over from the 1950s, and morphing into something new.

But, writing about the past also comes with its own challenges. For one thing, it’s incredibly precious to the people who lived through it and remember it, so you must respect it while also moulding it around the story you want to tell. You have to make sure your research is as accurate as possible, create a world that feels authentic, and keep tight control on your artistic license. Because the absolute last thing you want is to have your characters driving cars that shouldn’t be on the road yet, or riding tube lines that haven’t been dug out of the ground yet…


RED CORONA by Tim Glister is out on 14 January from Point Blank, hardback £14.99

It's 1961 and the white heat of the Space Race is making the Cold War even colder.  Richard Knox is a secret agent in big trouble. He's been hung out to dry by a traitor in MI5, and the only way to clear his name could destroy him. Meanwhile in a secret Russian city, brilliant  scientist Irina Valera makes a discovery that will change the world, and hand the KGB unimaginable power.  Desperate for a way back into MI5, Knox finds an unlikely ally in Abey Bennett, a CIA recruit who's determined to prove herself whatever the cost...  As the age of global surveillance dawns, three powers will battle for dominance, and three people will fight to survive...

 


Tuesday, 22 December 2020

Crime Fiction and Legal Truth

 


In this special online event, a panel of experts in crime fiction, thriller writing and Law discuss the intersection between crime fiction and legal truth. What is the relationship between crime fiction and true crime? And to what extent must the crime writer become a legal expert? 

A session full of suspense focusing on European crime fiction featuring eminent barrister and Head of Swansea University's Hillary Rodham Clinton School of Law, Professor Elwen Evans QC, along with Swansea-born Philip Gwynne Jones, author of the hugely successful "Nathan Sutherland" crime novels (set in Venice), and translator and editor Dr Kat Hall, a specialist in German thriller writing and creator of 'Mrs Peabody Investigates.'

In conversation with Professor D.J. Britton, Playwright and Head of English Literature and Creative Writing at Swansea University.The event is part of the UK-Russia Creative Bridge Programme 2020-21 organised by the Cultural and Education Section of the British Embassy in Moscow with the support of the Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office

Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation. 

The Maxim Gorky Institute of Literature and Creative Writing Moscow

Date 26 January 2021 at 4:00pm (16:00)

Register here.

Wednesday, 8 July 2020

Truth and Historical Fiction by Owen Matthews

When a nuclear bomb detonates, the ground for miles around the test site is littered with dead birds. Scared by the flash they take flight, but are burned and blinded by the wave of intense heat that follows seconds later. Scientists driving across the corpse-littered plain to inspect ground zero stop when they see scorched eagles, flapping in agony, and put the crippled birds out of their misery with a well-aimed kick to the head. 

This is true. It’s mentioned by Andrei Sakharov, father of the Soviet hydrogen bomb, in his memoirs. I use this detail, and hundreds of others like it, in my novel Black Sun. The characters listen to the actual hit records covet the latest fashions and consumer goods available in the Soviet Union in the autumn of 1961 - all drawn from memoirs, films, TV shows, of the time. Most importantly of all, the central plot of my book is closely based on the true story of RDS-220, the biggest thermonuclear device ever built - and how Sakharov ordered a radical redesign of his weapon just ten days before its detonation because he truly feared that the device might set the planet’s atmosphere on fire. The details of the bomb’s size, shape and power, how it was transported, loaded onto a plane and dropped, are all based exactly on Sakharov and others’ descriptions. 

The question I’d like to explore is - why is it important that it’s true? I’m writing a novel, not a historical account. My fiction is a classic detective story set in train by the poisoning of a brilliant young nuclear physicist by eradicative thallium. That never happened. There was no talented but troubled KGB investigator called Alexander Vasin; the creator of RDS-220 never had a beautiful but psychologically damaged young wife. I’m telling a story which I made up - so why weave my fiction round the pillars of real events? If the true story is so extraordinary, why fictionalise it? Or, conversely, if your fiction is so compelling, why drag real history and real people into it? 

Hilary Mantel has the best answer. “You become a novelist not to tell entertaining lies but to tell the truth,” she said in her recent, brilliant, Reith lecture on exploring the impulses behind why we write historical fiction. “All novelists are concerned with lives unlived … we seek to know things about the past they the past did not know about itself.

The resonates. You read a history book about extraordinary events, and you want to see it come alive, to be inside the heads and hearts of the protagonists. Even the most candid and well-written memoirs - Anais Nin, for instance, or Marguerite Duras - never read quite like novels. It’s only when they take a step away from the real and into the realm of imagination, become, in the latest coinage, auto-fiction rather than autobiography. The same holds true for biography and history. The facts can be moving, terrifying, unbelievable. But it only becomes emotionally real when you get inside the mind of the historical protagonist. A mind that by definition we can only imagine. 

Some critics have attacked historical fiction as being un-literary. James Wood, writing in The New Yorker, called it a "somewhat gimcrack genre not exactly jammed with greatness.” Mantel, and before her Barry Unsworth and Gore Vidal and Robert Graves, give the lie to that. Mantel is unusual because in her Cromwell trilogy she sticks so very closely to the known facts. Reading Diarmid Maculloch’s biography of Cromwell one comes across not only a cast of names but also houses, landscapes, even the texts of legislation that feel entirely familiar from Mantel’s fiction. 

Does making fiction as real, as historically accurate, as possible make it better fiction? Certainly, authenticity of place and period gives a book an unmistakable patina and texture that is best drawn from life. For instance the vividly detailed description of the assassin’s drive across France in The Day of the Jackal (an piece of what might call semi-contemporary historical fiction, constructed around historical events just a decade before it was written) had to have been lived by the author to be told in such convincing detail. But the real purpose of historical minutiae - the thick paper of the hotel ledger, the tightness of the wheel of the assassin’s speeding sports car, the smoky perfume scent of a Parisian underground gay bar - is to add truth, depth and believable background to the fictional lives you’re striving as a writer to make convincing. As Barry Unsworth told an interviewer, "I don't really care how many buttons someone had on his waistcoat. It would be good to get it right, but what really matters is trying to get hold of the spirit of the age, what it was like to be alive in that age, what it felt like to be…an ordinary person in the margins of history.”

In Black Sun, the terrifying power of the real-life RDS-220 and the terrifying choices faced by its creators make the backdrop to the human drama of my thriller - but they are also the driving dramatic force. As I write in the afterword, “the bomb-makers of [the secret nuclear city of] Arzamas-16 had finally touched the outer limit of science. They had created a bomb too powerful for the Earth to withstand. And they stepped back.” That was the genesis of the book - not a plot and collection of characters in search of a historical venue on which to alight but a historian’s fascination with an actual human situation faced by real people within living memory who held the fate of the planet in their hands. 

That is perhaps the only real difference between historical fiction and literary fiction - the initial impulse to colour in, to flesh out, to understand a real event by fictionalising it. And, to unpack the paradox at the heart of Mantel’s thought earlier, by making history into fiction we are trying to make it more true. As mantel put it in her lecture, “a myth is not a falsehood - it is the truth cast into symbol.

The term historical fiction is a blunt instrument in literary criticism,” said Unsworth. “I write stories that are set in the past. Fiction set in the past should be judged by the same criteria as any other fiction. Does the novel convey a sense of life, touch the reader's mind and heart? Does it belong to what D.H. Lawrence called the one bright book of life?

Black Sun by Owen Matthews (Transworld Publishers) Out 9 July 2020.

1961. Hidden deep within the forests of central Soviet Russia is a place that doesn't appear on any map: a city called Arzamas-16. Here a community of dedicated scientists, technicians and engineers are building the most powerful nuclear device the world will ever see - three thousand times more powerful than Hiroshima.  But ten days before the bomb is to be tested, a young physicist is found dead. His body contains enough radioactive poison to kill thousands.  The Arzamas authorities believe it is suicide - they want the corpse disposed of and the incident forgotten. But someone in Moscow is alarmed by what's going on in this strange, isolated place. And so Major Alexander Vasin - a mostly good KGB officer - is despatched to Arzamas to investigate. What he finds there is unlike anything he's experienced before. His wits will be tested against some of the most brilliant minds in the Soviet Union - eccentrics, patriots and dissidents who, because their work is considered to be of such vital national importance, have been granted the freedom to think and act, live and love as they wish.  In Arzamas, nothing can be allowed to get in the way of the project. Not even murder... Intricately researched, cunningly plotted and brilliantly told, Black Sun is a fast-paced and timely thriller set at the height - and in the heart - of Soviet power.

Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Maria Butina: How to be a Woman and a Spy

Male and female spies are presented very differently. Male spies are represented as active investigators, professionals collating information in files, and handing coded secrets to each other. Male spies are intelligence agents.

Female spies are represented as domestic. They talk to people, gathering gossip and innuendo, and focus on making themselves attractive to men. Female spies are informers, maybe unaware of the importance of what information they pass on.

While writing my novel, The Wolves of Leninsky Prospekt, I was very conscious of the ways these gender lines are drawn within espionage. Set in 1973, it is the story of a young British embassy wife, Martha, who moves to Moscow with her new husband, Kit. Struggling to make sense of this restricted world, Martha is relieved to meet Eva, an ex-British citizen who has renounced her nationality to live in Soviet Russia. While Kit must disguise his homosexuality to be able to work in the masculine world of intelligence, Martha accesses a more marginal world - the world of women.

The old distinction between male spies as active and female spies as passive has long been challenged in literature, yet it still runs through the way real world spies are represented, just as strongly as when it was applied to Mata Hari or Kim Philby. Mata Hari is presented as making use of her body and men’s weaknesses to collect information, while Philby actively sought out intelligence which would undermine the British State to benefit the USSR. But is this an accurate explanation of a gender difference in spying, or it is lazy gender stereotyping? And could it explain the headline of an article about Butina in the New Republic (11/2/19), ‘The Spy Who Wasn’t’?

Maria Butina, in the vast majority of images found online (when not alone), is presented in the company of a man or men: Paul Erickson, Alexandr Torshin, Governor Bobby Jindal, Governor Scott Walker and former Senator Rick Santorum. There are photos of her with David Keene, President of the NRA 2011-13, Jim Porter, President 2013-15, and but not Sandra Froman who was the second female President from 2005-7. Despite Froman’s invitation to Butina to attend the NRA Women's Leadership Luncheon in 2014, there is no visual evidence of them together. The Women’s Leadership Forum has the tagline ‘Armed & Fabulous’, which would seem to suit many of the photos taken of Butina posing with guns, but where are the photos of her with women?

The overwhelming association of Butina with men in positions of power certainly suggests the popular Mata Hari image of female spies, the objectified beauty who exchanges favours for information. This was also seen in the case of the ‘sleeper agent’, Anna Chapman where, again, ‘sleeper’ suggests cosy, passive domesticity. Lacking the bureaucratic authority of the official office, the file and the safe, the actions of these women are seen as hidden and devious. Yet it’s so close to how women are often presented that, for some, it raises the question of femininity - could a woman this beautiful really understand the consequences of her actions? Isn’t this all a terrible error?

Representing female spies as sexually motivated, gossip gathering, and directed by men
undermines the active role of women, and not just in the world of spying. Eroding the agency of women, and disregarding any guilty pleas in the case of Butina, appears to make some men more comfortable. Yet, as my character, Martha, shows, sometimes it’s women who have to make the big decisions when it comes to deciding who is a spy.

Sarah Armstrong is the author of The Wolves of Leninsky Prospekt (Sandstone Press) – out now.
Escaping failure as an undergraduate and a daughter, not to mention bleak 1970s England, Martha marries Kit - who is gay. Having a wife could keep him safe in Moscow in his diplomatic post. As Martha tries to understand her new life and makes the wrong friends, she walks straight into an underground world of counter-espionage. Out of her depth, Martha no longer know who can be trusted.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Rehanging the Iron Curtain


We’ve been energized with the change in direction by the award-winning writer Jon Courtenay Grimwood, moving deep into Thriller territory, with last year’s Moskva and this year with the follow-up Nightfall Berlin which we reviewed at Shots, stating –

Back in the 1980s with what appears to be a thawing of the Cold War, British Intelligence’s Tom Fox is sent covertly to East Germany (specifically the Soviet controlled sector of Berlin), to ex-filtrate a defector back to the Western sector. As a backdrop to the operation, the geo-political stage is set with the Nuclear Arms negotiations between East and West.
As ever and fuelled by paranoia, our Major becomes a Fox on the Run, as the mission takes a curious and dark turn. The target for Fox’s ex-filtration mission, the defector Cecil Blackburn is someone that raises troubling questions back at British Intelligence. There are suspicions raised about his motives for his return to the West.
Read More HERE

We were delighted that Jon provided our readers a little context as to the backdrop to the Grimwood thrillers - to read the full article click HERE



Monday, 2 April 2018

Crime at Heffers


5th April 2018
On Thursday 5th April at 6.30pm, join Peter Morfoot at Heffers as he celebrates the publication of Box of Bones, the third book in the Captain Darac series of crime novels.
Time:- 6:30pm
Information about tickets can be found here.

1st May 2018
On 1st May, join author Roland Philipps at Heffers as he talks about his new book A Spy Named Orphan, which draws on a wealth of previously classified material to tell Donald Maclean's story in full for the first time. In conversation with Christopher Andrew, Professor of Modern and Contemporary History at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, Roland will take us back to the golden age of espionage, and reveal the impact of one of the most dangerous and enigmatic Soviet agents of the twentieth century. 
Time:- 6:30pm
Information about tickets can be found here.

Thursday, 14 February 2013

William Ryan in conversation with D E Meredith


In the third of a series of conversations, author William Ryan talks to author D E Meredith

D E Meredith is the author of Devoured and The Devil’s Ribbon, set in Victorian London and featuring pioneering forensic investigators Professor Adolphus Hatton and his assistant Albert Roumande.  Meredith has travelled far and wide to some of the remotest places on earth, which has fuelled her imagination and continuing lust for travel.  After reading English at Cambridge University, she became a campaigner for the World Wildlife Fund, and spent ten years working for the environment movement.  She has flown over the Arctic in a bi-plane; skinny dipped in Siberia, hung out with Inuit and Evenki tribes people and dodged the Russian mafia in downtown Vladivostok.  Meredith also became Head of Press and Spokesperson for the British Red Cross, spending six years travelling through war zones and witnessing humanitarian crises.  The experience strongly influenced her crime writing, with its themes of injustice and inequality.  She currently lives on the outskirts of London with her husband and two teenage sons.  When not writing she runs, bakes cakes and does yoga to relax.  For more information, visit her website www.demeredith.com

William Ryan is the Irish author of The Holy Thief, The Bloody Meadow and The Twelfth Department (to be published in May); novels set in 1930s Moscow and featuring Captain Alexei Korolev.  His novels have been translated into fourteen languages and shortlisted for The Theakstons’ Crime Novel of the Year, The CWA Specsavers Crime Thriller Awards New Blood Dagger and the Kerry Group Irish Fiction Award.  He lives in London with his wife and son.

WR: Your Hatton and Roumande novels are set in a very vivid Victorian London, full of sights and smells and atmosphere.  I’m always curious as to the methods, other writers use to go about reconstructing a particular time and place...

DM: A journalist called Henry Mayhew provides the Tardis for most nineteenth century-ists and he certainly helped me immerse myself in the sights, sounds and smells of mid Victorian London.  He was a journalist who wrote a series of newspaper articles about the rookeries - or slums - during the 1850s.  He hung out on the streets and interviewed mud larks, toshers, muck shifters and the costers of London.  He chatted to the flower girls, dressmakers and chimney sweeps who struggled to survive what were dangerous and turbulent times.  Life was incredibly tough.  Londoners had to be tough too, to survive - just like the Soviet peasants in Korolev’s world.  In addition to Mayhew, I’ve read numerous histories of Victorian London.  Professor Jerry White’s my favourite and I dip into his work regularly.  As an ex-English Grad, I’ve read pretty much all of Dickens, and nobody does swirling fog, murky alleyways or the dangerous, turbulent waters of the Thames quite like him.  I also spent a lot of time walking around Smithfield and other bits of London where my books are set.  Then, like most writers, I just close my eyes and imagine.
 
One of the things I find really impressive about your books is the overwhelming sense of paranoia you create especially around your main character, Korolev.  Russia in the 1930s feels incredibly real to me as I read your work.  Did you deliberately try and instil your sense of place via creating a feeling from the off or is this something that gradually created itself through the process of writing your books?

WR: I’m not sure I worked too hard on atmosphere per se – I think it just came along with the research and understanding the circumstances Korolev finds himself in.  Like you I read social history and contemporary accounts - whether fiction or non-fiction - and I look at photographs a lot.  As for how it all comes together, I think that there’s a breakthrough moment in a novel when you begin to get a good feel for the time and place and your research, to a certain extent, becomes less visible.

When I am writing the Korolev novels, I always try to aim it at someone who lived in the Soviet Union during the 1930s - so I try not to explain anything this imagined reader would know as a matter of course.  Of course paranoia would be something this imaginary reader would expect – the late 30s wasn’t called the Great Terror because people were worried about the weather – but I try not to dwell on it too much, just have it in the background even if always present.  When I do have to explain things, I try to slip my explanations in quietly, so that they don’t weigh too heavily on the flow of the story.  Otherwise, I hope that most readers are comfortable with not being entirely familiar with the period – I tend to think that’s part of the attraction for them.  Certainly when I read Dostoyevsky, for example, I don’t expect to understand every little thing - although it’s also interesting how little research-type information there is in novels that are written for a contemporary audience.  They don’t have to describe streets, people’s clothing and so on – because their original readers knew all that already.

That having been said, one of the really interesting things about research is how it can change plots – I often come across something I like and then work it into the novel.  The football game in The Holy Thief came in for that reason and likewise the scene set in the Odessa catacombs that features in The Bloody Meadow appeared after I’d crawled around them for longer than I’d ideally have preferred – generous tots of vodka notwithstanding.  I wonder if that’s the same for you - with both The Devil’s Ribbon and Devoured I felt you took a bit of a mischievous delight in bringing certain things to the fore.

DM: Ha, ha.  Yes.  I think a classic example of that is Inspector Grey’s delight in chewing opium bonbons or swigging pints of laudanum at every opportunity.  I read a huge amount about drug addiction but then ended up with something camp and ridiculous, rather than mournful and sad, because it fitted with the character.  I also wanted to lighten up Hatton in the second book because he is a bit of a prig so it was great to see him get “shit faced” or as the Victorians say, “absolutely ran tanned” in a French restaurant.  I laughed out loud when I wrote that scene which is always a good sign (I hope!). 

WR: I suspected you were fond of Inspector Grey - he is dissolute and corrupt but definitely entertaining.  I also liked his Italian assistant Tescalini who seems to have his own very dark presence.  Do you look for contrasts when you come up with characters?


DM: Yes, I do think about the balance between Hatton and Roumande a great deal.  My novels are written in style indirect libre so we do shift between different characters’ perspectives.  Indeed, in Devoured it switches between two different narratives – one in London and another via a series of letters written two years earlier in Borneo.  However, in The Devil’s Ribbon I built up Roumande’s character because readers wanted more of him and I’m glad I did because he’s such fun to write.  It is very tricky to get the balance right however, when you have “a couple”, and whilst Hatton will always be the main protagonist, Roumande can’t be left in his wake as a sort of “Lewis” to “Inspector Morse”.  They solve the crimes together and are pretty much equal partners in the morgue.  I am keen we spend a great deal more time with Roumande in future books, learn more about his family, his background and some of his hidden skills which haven’t really been explored yet – he’s an excellent shot, for example.

With Korolev, the narrative for your first two books is (more or less) seen totally from his perspective.  This makes the protagonist very empathetic.  Did you deliberately decide to do this?  Because initially I was drawn to a multi-perspective approach although I pared that back in later re-writes.  In addition, I wondered if we will also see more of his rather sassy new sidekick, Silvka, who we meet in The Bloody Meadow in future books?  Is that your intention?

WR: I write pretty much solely from Korolev’s point of view and, while that can be limiting, it does, as you say, allow readers to get very close to him as a protagonist.  I did toy with the idea of using multiple points of view in The Twelfth Department, the new Korolev novel, in which his sassy sidekick Slivka does indeed reappear - but I wimped out.  Maintaining a single camera angle is the easiest way to write a novel and once you’ve started that way with a series, it’s difficult to change.  Being stuck inside one person’s head can be a limitation but then I just have to be a bit more creative - and that’s a good thing.

For example, I really work on dialogue and visual imagery to give the other characters depth – given I can’t tell the reader what they’re really thinking because I’m stuck inside Korolev’s point of view.  As it happens, my wife likes to know exactly what a character looks like - and I’ve come to realise that not describing characters is missing a trick.  Sometimes, because it’s a thirties novel, I go a little over the top with the good guy/bad guy imagery but then I try and subvert that - and twist things back to wrong foot the reader.  It actually helps that Russian names can all sound the same to non-Russian readers - it means I have to make the characters individually distinctive.  I know you use multiple characters to tell the story - but curiously, I don’t recall Roumande’s point of view being used very much.  Once or twice in Devoured, I think.  Is that something you’re going to try more in the future?

DM:  There will be more Roumande but it’s a balancing act.  Writing is a bit like experimental cooking.  You put things in, have a taste and think “Hmmmm too salty” or you hold things back and then think “Damn.  I should have put more tarragon in this”.  But you don’t know what’s going to work unless you try it.  So I’m going to give Roumande more space as I move from book to book and see how it goes.

I think the technique you chose underlines Korolev’s sense of isolation.  If you veered off into a multi-perspective approach, it would perhaps, undermine the intensity of the world you’ve created.  Trying new things is tempting but it doesn’t always work for a series although, at the same time, it’s vital for me to keep challenging myself, either by trying new structures or picking difficult themes.  I spent quite a bit of time writing my current book entirely from Roumande’s perspective just to see what would happen.  In the end, I decided not to go down that route but it wasn’t wasted time.  Writing is a constant learning process.

On the issue of description, I love the filmic quality of your characters.  There’s a lot of post-modernist stuff about “letting the reader do the work” and not describing the physical qualities of a character in any depth but it only works sometimes.  You have to be a writer of rare talent to pull it off.  David Peace’s Red Riding Trilogy is a great example of this, being all about the language, pushing the genre to its absolute limit.  The characters are secondary to the terrible beauty of his prose.  Nevertheless, as a writer, I occupy a far more traditional detective landscape and as such, description of character and place is key.  And more to the point, descriptive prose is fantastic fun to write.  It puts a smile on my face whenever I do it.  I know it’s considered a “no, no” by some but I can’t resist writing about weather.  In fact, one day, I am going to write a book entirely about the weather (I have it plotted out already set in 1899 - the year of a great storm).  For me, weather and Nature has its own dramatic narrative, its own “voice”  and it will always feature heavily in my books so bah sucks to all the naysayers who say “Rule 1 – don’t open a paragraph with a description of the weather”.  Who says and why the devil not?

WR: Rules are almost always an individual’s personal preference at a particular moment in time.  I don’t mind if Elmore Leonard chooses to carry every piece of dialogue with “said”, because it works for his style of writing - but he’s wrong when he says it’s an invisible word.  Only using “said” often sounds clunky – to my ear anyway – particularly because so many crime writers follow Elmore Leonard’s rules these days (and they follow them a lot more closely than he does, I’ve noticed).  It’s like Hemingway - a great writer but I can barely read him now because of endless bad imitations of his very individual style.  If I had my way, there’d be an international moratorium on bad Hemingway imitations.  I’d also insist on occasional use of the much-maligned adverb as well – another victim of writer’s rules.

Anyway – he says, counting to ten - when it comes down to it, every writer has to work out their own style - and if that involves promiscuous use of adverbs and vast batteries of adjectives, then fine.  Adverbs and adjectives were invented for a purpose and it makes sense to use every tool in the box.  As for weather – I’ve opened two novels with a description of weather and I’ve no doubt I’ll do it again.  I come from a country that’s obsessed with weather – well, mainly with rain – so for me not to look up at the sky and say, “ah, more rain coming, I see” would be odd.

Probably wrongly, I think there’s nothing better than weather for conveying atmosphere, in my opinion at least - but I’m not going to go round telling everyone else they have to think that.  Well, I might suggest it - but anyone sensible would ignore me.  And at the end of the day, that’s what works for me and what I feel comfortable with.  And if I’m enjoying myself and not worrying about my style too much – that’s probably good for the book and the reader.  I very strongly believe when a reader opens a book there’s a conversation between the writer and the reader - with the writer doing most of the talking, of course.  If that’s right, then the reader is more likely to enjoy the conversation if they feel the writer is enjoying writing the story as much as they’re enjoying reading it.

DM: Yes, I agree.  It’s horses for courses and you’ve put your finger on the button in terms of why I write and what I write about.  It’s all about an emotional connection at some sort of level with the reader.  I want to amuse them, shock them and convey something I feel very strongly about.  I’ll admit I cried great gulping tears (dear oh dear) when I wrote one of the scenes in The Devil’s Ribbon.  It involves a bomb blast and I based it on something I had experienced in real life.  It was something I could never talk about because it was too personal but as I wrote it, I felt I was finally letting go of something.  Passing my experience to another person to think about if you like – maybe even sharing the burden.  But now I’m getting into the minefield territory of “writing as therapy” and I’m not a fan of that.  I went down that route with a book I haven’t yet finished.  It turned out to be the opposite to therapy and I couldn’t get control of the narrative.  However, I do tap into my own feelings, memories, and experiences for certain bits of my work - what writer doesn’t?  But ultimately, I am creating an imaginary world, Hatton’s world, which I hope will delight and amuse.  He is very much a man of the mid-Victorian period.  I haven’t overlaid him with my own desires and angst.  Well, perhaps just a little.  On the issue of readers, nothing gives me a bigger buzz then when people get in touch and ask me questions about my lead characters.  They want to know more about them, what the future holds for Hatton and Roumande, their family, their love lives and so on.  I spend my life with Hatton and Roumande, they are always with me, and so it’s such a kick to know the stories have made a connection with others.  It’s such an isolating profession - writers work alone; writing requires complete withdrawal.  It requires huge amounts of time digging deeper and deeper into the murky, bizarre world of your own imagination.  It’s great to know I’ve managed to take people on that journey with me and more importantly, that they want to come back for more.  

WR: I didn’t know you’d experienced a bomb blast - I had a similar conversation to this with MJ McGrath a while back and she mentioned that she’d witnessed a man being attacked with an axe.  She felt it had very much influenced her decision to write crime fiction - do you think maybe it’s the same for you?

DM: Perhaps.  In my head, rather more prosaically, I always thought if I ever wrote anything it would be a whodunit because I devoured Agatha Christie and PD James when I was young.  There was nothing else to do in the suburbs in the 70s except read and ride my bike.  I used go  for miles all over the place with a notebook and a pair of binoculars and pretend I was a detective, spying on (entirely innocent) people I considered to be “suspicious”  I used to long for a dead body to turn up, so I could solve the case.  It’s amazing I didn’t go into the police force.  What a nerdy kid!  Nowadays, I love a good detective yarn on the telly - Midsummer Murders to The Killing you name it and I’ve watched it.  As far as my old job is concerned, yes, I witnessed the extremes of life and death when I worked for the Red Cross but I am not sure it led to me writing about crime as a genre, per se.  But the injustice of things I saw and the terrible, unspeakable things people do to each other, I am sure has fed my imagination.  Little shocks me.  But it was the agony of young war victims and the terrible anguish of the parents, which had the biggest impact on me.  I travelled to many places where there were few drugs, shells reigning down and so on and saw medical work literally at the front line.  After six years with the Red Cross, I felt sad, angry but also weary about the world, corruption, power and the evil in men’s hearts.  I certainly explore some of those issues in my books and at the same time, I have a huge, romantic admiration for surgeons and doctors who work in difficult circumstances.  Nobody works in harder or in more arduous situations than the ICRC and MSF in my view.  Maybe I’ve transferred some of that stuff I saw into the world of Hatton and Roumande.  The books are definitely on the bleak side in parts.  I look at political themes and revenge themes a great deal - it’s core to what I’m inspired to write about.  Currently, I’m reading the diaries of a war reporter who worked in The Crimea and what strikes me from his reports, which feel so modern, is that war never changes.  Famine - which I look at in The Devil’s Ribbon - has always been a weapon of war.  Violent death never changes.  There is nothing good to say about it in itself.  What’s interesting is the personalities which emerge from that experience.  And their altered state of mind.
 
WR: I find it fascinating that you’ve chosen to set your novels in Victorian London and yet your inspiration comes from your personal experiences with the Red Cross, the World Wildlife Fund and the like.  A lot of writers would have used that experience to something more contemporary.  Is it perhaps that writing historical fiction gives you a bit of distance on the themes you want to address - or is it something else entirely?

DM: Exploring difficult themes within the framework of historical fiction certainly gives me some distance.  I based a scene in The Devil’s Ribbon on a shell attack in Kabul where I saw three people decapitated and where I was only maybe a metre or two from where an RPG landed.  I transferred that image and those feelings of shock and despair into Hatton’s mind and world.  Did it make it easier for me to revisit that moment?  Absolutely it did because it wasn’t war-torn Kabul in 1995.  It was make-believe London in 1856.  It wasn’t too close to the bone.  I did try to write about the genocide in Rwanda, which I was a witness to.  I even went back there to research the book a few years ago courtesy of an Arts Council grant but it triggered a kind of delayed PTSD, which was bizarre and unexpected, fifteen years after the event.  I couldn’t control the story or my feelings about the material and so I put the novel in a pending tray.  But that’s not to say I won’t write contemporary fiction in the future.  I almost certainly will but it has to be at the right time for me as a writer.  For me, it’s not about “historical” verses “contemporary”.  It’s all about the story.  If the story is strong and if it’s demanding to be written, “calling me” (because that’s what it feels like when you  have a story in your head – it won’t leave you alone), then I will attempt to write it as best as I can.

WR: I’ll look forward to reading it, if you do get round to it – although I’m also hoping you keep the Hatton and Roumande stories coming in the meantime.  Thanks for talking with me, Denise – it’s been an absolute pleasure.