Showing posts with label Samuel Pepys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samuel Pepys. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 August 2026

Back to the Future with Jack Jewers

There are some novels that go beyond a purely reading activity, these rare books immerse the reader so they become an experience. Books that fully engage the reader so that he/she feels irritated when away from the pages, or distracted [thinking about the characters and narrative] at idle moments – are even rarer than they were before - due the erosion of our attention spans, coupled to the plethora of other media [streaming TV, online distractions of social media et al] - and always accompanied by the ping-ping of smart phone notifications. So when you stumble upon a totally engrossing novel, one of significant heft – it is natural to want to inform others; as reading is good for our mental well-being.

Recently my mind has been taken over by Seething Lane by Jack Jewers, featuring a fictionalised Samuel Pepys, the infamous London diarist that wrote about his London adventures, including mixing the events surrounding the great fire, his bawdy exploits and much, much more. Seething Lane is an extraordinary novel, as it is best described as a dark “Swashbuckling Adventure-cum-Detective Whodunit-cum-Historical Thriller”.

When a strange young man turns up at his office on Seething Lane asking for help, Samuel Pepys is too distracted to take him seriously. Nell Gwyn is about to make her scandalous return to the stage and he wouldn’t miss it for all the world.

But in the cold of a winter’s dawn, tragedy strikes. Called upon to investigate the brutal murder of a libertine aristocrat, Pepys discovers that the dead man is connected to his mysterious visitor in the most shocking way possible.

A trail of secrets leads Pepys from the backstreets of London to the glamorous world of the theatre, where nothing is quite as it seems. But whatever the dangers, he may find that the deadliest threat lies closer to home…

Reimagining one of Britain’s greatest historical figures through a 21st century lens, Seething Lane sees the return of infamous diarist Samuel Pepys, complete with his trademark audacious wit, keen eye for observation and gripping historical adventure.

Seething Lane though released on the 3rd of September is available for pre-order. And like its precursor The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys, the unabridged audiobook is read adroitly by actor Gareth Armstrong.

I was fortunate to have lived through it last week and my thoughts -

During the course of the novel, one of the author’s characters states “I ain’t being no drudge. All I want is a bit of adventure in my life.” To which the fictionalised Sam Pepys replies with a smile “Oh, my dear girl. You have no Idea.” This exchange sums up this glorious narrative perfectly. Seething Lane is an immersive experience for the reader in which A.D. 1670 London never felt so evocatively menacing. When contrasted against the political machinations of contemporary times, this deftly researched historical narrative is as cautionary as it is prescient about the dark side of human nature. The link between humanity, and how [in some quarters] the inherent cruelty in seeking [or protecting] power leads to unthinkable acts [and consequences] is ‘same as it ever was’.

Like its theatrical base, there is criminal horror, there is adventure, there is pathos [and regret] culminating in an exploration of what striates human nature – like the melancholic opening monologue from William Shakespeare's pastoral comedy As You Like It – the theatrical production of which acts metaphysically as the tent-pole that supports Jewer’s extraordinary narrative.

“All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women are merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts.”

The memory of experiencing this work will sit jaggedly in the reader’s mind for a long, long time.

I’d be surprised if Seething Lane is not featured in the key literary awards for 2026.

Read the full Shots Magazine Review HERE

The book trailer for Seething Lane is available HERE

I had prepared myself for Seething Lane by reading its precursor The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys, for which I wrote “……Rarely has historical fiction become as thrilling as this opening volume of the adventures of Samuel Pepys. The author provokes deep-thought with judiciously researched period detail striated into a truly ‘edge-of-the-seat’ narrative….”

Read the full review HERE

When I put Seething Lane down I had questions, so I was delighted when the author Jack Jewers kindly answered my queries, which we present for our readers.

As I detail in my footnote, getting engaged in a novel which has ‘Heft’ is remarkably beneficial to counter the stresses of contemporary life, and Seething Lane is one such book - a historical novel - after reading, we come back to the future, refreshed, reinvigorated and de-stressed because it is a thought-provoking distraction to the pace of modern life with all its anxieties.

Stephen King once said “life is not a support system for art, it’s the other way around”.

Please pardon my enthusiasm for reading books.

Ali Karim: Welcome to Shots Magazine.

Jack Jewers: Thanks so much, Ali! It’s great to be here.

Ali: So the first question is, what attracted you to creating Samuel Pepys into a fictional adventurer-cum-detective?

Jack: It was a collision of two things, really. First, I was searching about for an idea. Several people encouraged me to write a book, and I had actually said no to agents on a couple of occasions – which I fully recognise was a very privileged position to be in, the literary equivalent of headhunted. I was certainly very flattered, but I just wasn’t sure I could do it. I felt that there were aspiring authors out there who deserved it more than me. And besides, I didn’t (yet) have a good idea.

At around the same time, I discovered the diaries of Samuel Pepys. They were like catnip to me! So rich in historical detail – moving, funny, sad, salacious, and just plain fascinating. The full volumes run to well over a million words, but my gateway was the edited audiobook version, read by Kenneth Branagh. They’re highly recommended. Along with Gareth Armstrong, who narrates my audiobooks, he’s just the perfect voice for Pepys.

The diaries finish in the summer of 1669, when Pepys was 36. But I was surprised to learn that he actually lived for a long time after that – over 30 years, in fact. The little bits we know about Pepys’ life paint a picture of a man whose adventures (and misadventures) were just getting started. He was accused of treason, for example – a charge that was clearly bogus, but led to his imprisonment in the Tower of London. He spent time in the Moroccan city of Tangier. He was even embroiled in a piracy scandal at one point. How incredibly frustrating, then, that he failed to keep a diary during this time too. Unless, of course, he did… And just like that, I had my idea! I’m a huge lover of historical crime, so making him a reluctant detective just seemed like the natural next step.

Ali: As you are a renowned film maker, were your initial written works destined for the screen or for books?

Jack: You’re very kind to say renowned! That was certainly the creative field in which I became most established – and am lucky enough to have received a certain amount of attention. But I also wrote lots of screenplays, so there was always crossover.

Earlier in my career I spent some time as a jobbing writer of non-fiction. At one point I even had a job reviewing pubs for a London magazine. Which sounds like a dream job, but honestly, after about the first dozen, it was so tedious! In retrospect, however, it was actually quite good training for historical fiction, because it forced me to look for creative ways to avoid saying the same things over and over again. And that often meant delving into the history of these places to find good stories – which in a place like London, are never far away.

Ali: So I take it you have always enjoyed reading? And beyond Historical fiction and non-fiction what other genres, sub-genres do you enjoy?

Jack: I have always enjoyed reading, yes – but to be totally honest with you, Ali, it wasn’t always easy for me. I struggled with dyslexia as a teenager, which wasn’t identified until after I left secondary school. I remember how frustrated my teachers would be, never able to comprehend why I understood literature so well without being able to express my thoughts clearly on the page. Classic dyslexia, as it happens – but this was in the nineties, so just on the cusp of things like that being well understood. It left me with a certain intimidation when it came to long, chunky reads. But then, in my twenties, I was given a book called Sovereign by CJ Sansom, and I can honestly say it changed my life. I devoured it – and kept going with all the historical detective fiction I could lay my hands on. It was as if the spell was broken. So while I am a voracious reader today, the truth is that I became one later than expected.

Outside of historical fiction, my go-to genre is classic crime, particularly the Golden Age authors – Agatha Christie, Georges Simenon, Dorothy L. Sayers, people like that. Although you know what one of my most fun discoveries has been recently? Collins Crime Club novels from the eighties. I picked one up at a bookshop in Harrogate a couple of years ago, during the crime writing festival. It had a rather lurid cover, so it was a slightly ironic purchase, but I was surprised to discover just how good it was! Now I have a little game on the go, which is that when I finish one, I pick another from the ‘Readers May Also Enjoy’ selection on the back cover and track it down, like a relay of half-forgotten thriller writers. I’ve discovered some real gems that way – people I’d never even heard of before, such as Roy Lewis, M.R.D. Meek, and Jeffrey Ashford. A new one just arrived today, in fact. So that’s my weekend sorted!

Ali: Can you tell our readers a little about your childhood and what were the first books you enjoyed?

Jack: My childhood was quite bohemian, but with a very hardworking mother. I was raised in a single parent family and my mother was (is – sorry Mum, she’s 86 but will kill me if I say was), an actress, so I sort of grew up backstage at theatres across the country. This is one big reason why my new book, Seething Lane, takes place in the world of Covent Garden theatres. Although it’s set hundreds of years in the past, there’s much about an actor’s life then that’s pretty timeless. So I was writing something I knew. Aspects of the characters in the book are inspired by real actors I’ve known – both as a child, and later, professionally, as an adult – and while many of them are larger than life, I hope they’re honest portrayals. I certainly didn’t want to fall back on the lazy cliché of actors being unserious people – quite the opposite, in fact, as Pepys is firmly told at one point in the book.

As to the books I enjoyed as a child, more than anything I loved fantasy, with a hint of the supernatural. And a smattering of sci-fi. I had an extremely over-active imagination. When I was about twelve, I became convinced I was going to have a career cracking UFO cases (as you do), so I would max out my library card borrowing books with titles like ‘World of the Unknown’ and ‘Above Top Secret.’ The truth was definitely out there, but, to be fair, so was I.  

Ali: And your education?

Jack: I did reasonably well at school, despite the problems I mentioned, and then became a bit of a tearaway at college. I was clever but quite rebellious, and that was definitely reflected in my grades, which were appalling. Right up until the last minute, I had no plans to go to university, then a wonderful man called John Hefin – a retired film director and ex-head of drama at BBC Wales, who had taken up teaching – offered me a place to study film at the University of Wales. I didn’t even have the necessary grades, but he recognised something in me, and, three years later, I left with a first-class degree. I’ll forever be grateful to him for that. Although I shudder at the amount of debt young people have to get into now in order to have a university education. It took me about fifteen years to pay off my student loans, and that’s when the fees were much smaller than they are today. I’m honestly not sure I’d be able to do it now.

Ali: Without wishing to pry……I guess being married to fellow novelist Ava Glass must be ‘interesting’, so can you tell our readers what the married life of two novelists is like?

Jack: It is the greatest gift! Although we’re very different writers, we make each other better at every stage. We’re each other’s first readers and, by necessity, harshest critics – we have to be, it’s part of the deal. Ideas are discussed over coffee and tricky plot points hammered out during long walks with the dog. I’m in awe of Ava’s productivity. After the agony of coming up with an idea and a synopsis is over, she can usually turn around a first draft in three months. Three months! Seething Lane took me five years. The absolute barefaced cheek. I’m livid. In fact, I take back everything I said, how dare she be so talented.

Ali: Going back to your own writing, I appreciated the bibliography and historical notes that your Samuel Pepys novels contain, so tell us how selective you had to be in traversing the research required for ‘Seething Lane’?

Jack: The trick with historical fiction is that you have to research, and research, and research, and research, and research, and then just put it all away and write the damn book. Once you’ve done so much reading – of history books, primary sources, letters, diaries, you name it – the temptation is to put it all on the page. You want to share it all, but then you’re in real danger of bogging down the story.

I once read an historical thriller in which a chase scene was paused for a detailed description of how a street looked at a particular point in time. And while I totally understand that urge as a writer, as a reader I found it very frustrating. My goal with research is to allow me to fashion a bygone world that is immersive – and that needn’t even mean sticking to the letter of history, because truth and accuracy are not always the same thing.

At the end of the day, it’s the job of historical fiction writers to transport our readers back in time by making them feel like they’re there. It’s no good having your characters swan around, talking like they’re taking part in historical events the whole time, when really to them it’s just Wednesday. 

Ali: I found the historical insights into late 1600s London [contained in ‘Seething Lane’] fascinating, especially the vivid geography of the city. Did you walk around the area[s] / regions of London to gain a flavour of the locations? And how did that inform your writing?

Jack: Definitely. Seething Lane is at the epicentre of the book – it’s right there in the title! It’s a real place, just north of the Tower of London, and I find it very atmospheric. You get a palpable sense of history, which is curious, as most of the buildings there are quite modern. Only St. Olave’s Church remains from Pepys’ day, and even that was rebuilt after the Blitz. There are other real-life locations in the book that called for more imagination, because they’re almost entirely lost to time. One of these is the Palace of White Hall, which burned down in 1698. It was absolutely vast, but only small pieces remain. One of them is the Banqueting House – where a teenage Samuel Pepys skived off school to watch King Charles I have his head cut off!

Ali: The insights into the London Theatre [post-Cromwell], Shakespeare, and Drury Lane etc [that plays such a key aspect to the plot of ‘Seething Lane’] brings the novel to life – so are you regular theatre goer?

Jack:  I am definitely a regular theatre goer, although less so than Samuel Pepys, who often went several times a week. His diaries are filled with reviews of plays he saw, good and bad. (His review of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, for example, was “the most insipid, ridiculous play I ever saw.”) I mentioned that I grew up in theatres, but I also grew up going to see plays, often over my own objections. I vividly recall being dragged to see Ian McKellan in Richard III at the National – one of the great theatre productions of the late twentieth century, as it happened, though I was far too young. Nonetheless, it made a huge impression on me. Now I probably get to go to the theatre about four or five times a year. The best thing I’ve seen on the London stage recently is Ava Pickett’s 1536, which is about the downfall of Anne Boleyn seen through the eyes of some ordinary women in an Essex village. Only it’s not really about that at all, it’s about the social contagions of misinformation and misogyny. As historical fiction, it’s brilliant – and frighteningly timely.

Ali: ‘Seething Lane’ contains a large array of characters, many with small roles in the proceedings, but their inclusion is written with a flourish that makes them distinct – so what were you like [as a person] juggling such a large cast?

Jack: I’m so glad that you’ve said that, because my approach to small characters is that there basically aren’t any – this just happens not to be their story. Nobody is a cypher. So I kept track with a cast list, including key traits I needed to know. And I don’t just mean basic things like hair and eye colour, but full backstories. I know where most of the characters were born, what their childhoods were like, the big events in their life, and so on. A lot of this stuff doesn’t make it into the book, but it helps complete them as characters. It makes them feel more real. That said, there were several I had to cut, as the book just got too unwieldy. It pained me to have to lose characters such as feisty Betty Martin – successful London businesswoman and one-time mistress of Samuel Pepys, who appears frequently in some of the more osé passages of the real diaries. But maybe if there’s a book three…

Ali: Particular mention must be made of the strength of your female characters from Elisabeth Pepys, Nell Gwyn and an array of Minor [but important figures] such as Lady Castlemaine, Hannah Godwinstone, Emily Wrekin, Mistress Abby [of Billingsgate ] et al – so despite Samuel Pepys’ …….historical roguish reputation around women…… your novels have strong and vividly realised female characters often the equal to the womanising diarist […..even in The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys, he is saved by the actions of Charlotte de Vere and her ‘hidden league’ of women] – would you care to comment?

Jack:  I’m very glad that you say that about the women in my books, thank you. It was very important to me, particularly as the real Pepys had a rather dubious record when it comes to women. It was never going to be believable for me to miraculously turn him into a first wave feminist, but I could at least put him in situations where he has his prejudices challenged. 

Characters such as Elisabeth Pepys, Nell Gwyn and Lady Castlemaine were real people, with fascinating (and, in the case of Elisabeth, under-told) life stories. Nell, in particular, was irresistible. Here was a woman who rose from abject poverty – she was literally abandoned on the streets of Covent Garden as a little girl and had to survive, alone, by whatever wits she could – to become the king’s mistress and the world’s first true, celebrity actress. She was sassy, potty mouthed, and very, very funny. I’m not sure I’ve ever had as much fun writing a character as I did her.

Elisabeth Pepys was also a clever woman, whose wit and personality shines through the pages of Pepys’ diaries, even though they had a difficult relationship. What I find particularly interesting about Elisabeth is that we had an incomplete picture of her for such a long time, due to censorship. She suffered from some very painful medical conditions – some of which you’ll know about if you’ve read Seething Lane – but, because they were considered indelicate, they were edited out of the published editions until as late as the 1970s. So behaviours that might once have come across as petulant and immature, took on a whole new light when we had the full picture. Telling more of her story was really important to me.

Ali: And finally, what [a] books have passed your reading table that you have recently enjoyed? And [b] what films have you recently enjoyed?

Jack: I recently read The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas and absolutely loved it. Rip-roaringly good fun from start to finish, with the sole downside that lodged the theme from Dogtanian became lodged in my head for the two weeks it took me to get through it.

Going back to my love of classic crime, I’ve just finished Death in Dark Glasses – a pacey and surprisingly brutal thriller from 1952 by George Bellairs, who I’d not heard of until recently. He was a bank manager who wrote detective thrillers in his spare time – dozens of them, it seems, so I’ll be looking out for more. I’ve also started dipping my toe into Ellis Peters’ Brother Cadfael books. I found the TV series offputtingly clean and twee, but her books are great – much grittier. Plus, it’s a new (to me) historical crime series to get my teeth into. Praise be!

Film-wise, I loved Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey. There was a certain amount of debate about whether it did the source material justice, all of which was perfectly justified, but I did rather feel that some of the criticism lost sight of the fact that it’s a film first, and an adaptation second. What ends up on the screen is always the only way to judge a film, and I thought it was a great achievement.

On the other end of the epic scale, I recently saw Richard Linklater’s Nouvelle Vague. It’s a tiny, black-and-white indie movie that tells the story of the making of Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless, the film which propelled the French New Wave into the stratosphere. It’s huge fun and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such an achingly cool film in my life.

Ali: Thank you for your time, insight and patience.

Jack: It’s my absolute pleasure. Thank you, Ali!

Shots Magazine would like to thank Tory Lyne-Pirkis and Moonflower for organising this interview and to Jack Jewers for his time and insight.

If you are new to the work of Jack Jewers, the following links maybe useful -

Jack Jewers Website > https://www.jackjewers.com

Moonflower Books Website > https://www.moonflowerbooks.co.uk/jack-jewers

Jack Jewers film work > https://inversefilms.co.uk/about

Jack Jewers essay on research > http://www.shotsmag.co.uk/feature_view.aspx?FEATURE_ID=498

Footnote

In the increasingly stressful reality, reading novels help combat the inherent anxiety of our times, and Seething Lane by Jack Jewers is one such novel in my opinion.

According to research carried out by Mindlab International at the University of Sussex, reading for only 6 minutes reduces stress levels by 68%, making it more effective than listening to music 61%, having a cuppa 54%, taking a walk by 42%, or playing video games 21%. Dr. David Lewis, a cognitive neuropsychologist who conducted the study agrees that reading a book is the ultimate relaxation but goes further to say, “This is more than merely a distraction but an active engaging of the imagination as the words on the printed page stimulate your creativity and cause you to enter what is essentially an altered state of consciousness.”

Researchers believe that the concentration required for reading has a physiological effect on the brain, engages the imagination and stimulates creativity, all contributing to a shutdown of the emergency fight or flight response. As the stress hormones dissipate, the fear centre of the brain becomes less active and the rationalisation areas of the brain take over. This shift in the brain makes you feel calmer and more in control.

Read More from Newcastle University HERE

Monday, 8 August 2022

Extract from The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys

Shots are pleased to host an extract from the debut novel 

The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys 

The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys by Jack Jewers (Moonflower Publishing)

It is the summer of 1669 and England is in dire straits. The treasury's coffers are bare and tensions with the powerful Dutch Republic are boiling over. And now, an investigator sent by the King to look into corruption at the Royal Navy has been brutally murdered. Loathe to leave the pleasures of London, Samuel Pepys is sent dragging his feet to Portsmouth to find the truth about what happened. Aided by his faithful assistant, Will Hewer, he soon exposes the killer. But has he got the right man? The truth may be much more sinister. And if the real plot isn't uncovered in time, England could be thrown into a war that would have devastating consequences ...

1669

June 8th

It was an hour after midnight and the whorehouse was on fire.

I was woken from a slumber by shouting from somewhere down the corridor. My head was light from wine and the pleasures lately taken. I looked around, but there was no sign of the girl who had been here when I shut my eyes. The last I could remember was her going to fetch more wine.

Then I caught it on the air. The smell of burning.

I slid from the canopied bed and immediately stumbled across the floor, my legs caught up in the shirt that hung down over my bare legs. I felt for my boots.

The noises from the corridor grew louder. Panicked screams and the pounding of feet along the old wooden floorboards. I pulled on my boots as quickly as I could, my eyes straining to see in the near- darkness. Then, picking up the small clay oil lamp that provided the room’s only illumination, I grabbed my little satchel and opened the door.

A cloud of acrid smoke stung my eyes and filled my lungs, causing me to choke. Figures ran past the doorway, shapes in the billowing smoke, their flickering lamps floating by like spectres.

Holding my arm to my mouth, I forced myself out into the corridor. All around I could hear screams of panic. People jostled against me, desperate to reach the staircase and the safety of outside.

In the crush, the lamp was knocked out of my hand and it shattered on the floor. A lick of flame from the spilled oil ignited a pair of silk curtains.

The smoke was growing thicker by the moment. I could hardly see a thing. All I could do was run with the crowd and pray that they knew their way around the building better than I did.

We rounded a corner and all of a sudden, the air cleared a little. I could make out an open space with a tall ceiling, the glint of gilded walls, and a skylight through which the moon illuminated the hazy air. I recalled going through an atrium as the girl led me to her chamber. That meant we were on the top floor, with three storeys between us and the safety of the street.

‘This way.’ Mother Quick stood at the top of a wrought-iron staircase, holding a lit candelabra. Her pink silk gown was dishevelled and torn down one side, her tall wig tilted askew.

‘Move!’ she repeated, as a crush of men and women ran past me and down the stairs. Only now could I see that some of them were naked.

I did not follow.

‘Mr Pepys, you must go,’ shouted Mother Quick.

‘Have you seen Mr Hewer? The man I came in with. I must find him.’

She thought for a moment, sweat making rivulets through her thickly powdered face.

‘He was at cards in the parlour. You’ll find him outside. Now go.’

A great billow of black smoke made us both choke. We held on to each other, gasping for breath.

It was then that we saw them.

Standing at the entrance to the corridor, flames rising around them, they looked more like devils than men. Four of them, dressed in the clothes of fine gentlemen, but with hair styled into rigid spikes. One carried a flaming torch.

Behind them the silk drapes that lined the corridor were ablaze. Looking around for new quarry, the men saw us and grinned.

With horror I saw that their teeth were filed into points like the fangs of an animal.

Mother Quick gripped my arm. ‘Mr Pepys. Run.’

I could hear their terrible cries behind us as we fled down the stairs. I knew without doubt that if they caught us we would be bludgeoned to death on the spot. And then Mother Quick tripped over her skirts, dropping the candelabra to the ground.

We were plunged into darkness.

Had the bawd let go of me at that moment then I do not think I would have survived. Fortunately, she knew the building inside and out. I held onto her for my very life, following blindly as she jerked right and left. We ran along a corridor, skirting around furniture that I could neither see nor remember from when I had last come this way, an hour or so ago, when the night had seemed so very different.

I heard an almighty crash behind us as one of our pursuers ran into a piece of furniture, or perhaps one of the fashionable objects d’art Mother Quick had littered about the house. Either way, it bought us precious seconds. As we half-tumbled down the last flight of stairs we heard dreadful screams from above; whether it was clients of the house, or those brutes consumed by the inferno of their own making, I could not tell.

But I had no intention of finding out.

We burst out of the open door and collapsed onto the hard ground of Bankside, coughing the acrid air from our lungs. I felt the sweat pouring off my brow turn cold in the night air and I thought for a moment I would vomit.

I turned just in time to see three of the wild men crashing through the door. I attempted to pull Mother Quick into the shadows, but they ran straight off into the night, whooping and hollering. As they passed us I saw that their cudgels were stained with blood, and they carried whatever valuables they had been able to take from the house as they went.

I staggered to my feet and turned to help Mother Quick, but she had already gone in search of her girls.

‘Sam!’ A voice cut through the darkness.

I turned to see Will Hewer running towards me. His white shirt was torn and smeared with dirt, his natural blond hair turned almost black with soot and ash. Like me, he had been forced to leave without his wig. He grasped my arms, scanning my face with concern.

‘God be praised! I couldn’t find you. Are you hurt?’

I started to reply but fell to another fit of coughing. Will slung my arm around his broad shoulders and led me across the cobbled street.

‘Who were they?’ I managed to sputter.

‘I know not. They looked like devils. But I think they have gone.’

We reached the shelter of an empty stable. Amid the warm, sweet smell of horses, well fed and kept, Will leaned me against a wall, where I gasped in the cold air, trying to recover my strength. The nag in the stall next to us eyed me with nervous curiosity and then went back to chewing hay.

Sam?’

I could hear the concern in his voice, and was suddenly aware of how unaffected he seemed by our narrow escape. By contrast, my hands shook, and water streamed from my stinging eyes.

There was an explosion and the sound of falling glass as the top floor windows blew out, flames engulfing the silk curtains that hung on the other side. I felt a pang of sadness as I looked over at the grand old townhouse, once known as the sapphire of the stews, the very pinnacle of the Southwark brothels. Soon it would be gone forever.

Mother Quick strode back and forth on the hard dirt road, her face tight-lipped with anger and pain. She was so close to the flames, I feared her voluminous skirts might catch an ember and be set alight, but she seemed not to notice. The nightwatchmen had started to arrive with buckets of sand and water, and she was ready to take command whether they liked it or not.

‘Sam?’ Will said again, placing a hand on my shoulder. ‘Time to go.’

‘Of course,’ I replied, looking down at my filthy and torn undershirt. ‘Elisabeth will murder me.’

‘We shall stop at my house first. I shall lend you a suit of clothes.’

With one last look at the awful scene, we set off in search of a boatman to take us home.

Thursday, 4 August 2022

The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys - Exclusive Book Trail

 

The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys by Jack Jewers (Moonflower Publishing) Out Now 

It is the summer of 1669 and England is in dire straits. The treasury's coffers are bare and tensions with the powerful Dutch Republic are boiling over. And now, an investigator sent by the King to look into corruption at the Royal Navy has been brutally murdered. Loathe to leave the pleasures of London, Samuel Pepys is sent dragging his feet to Portsmouth to find the truth about what happened. Aided by his faithful assistant, Will Hewer, he soon exposes the killer. But has he got the right man? The truth may be much more sinister. And if the real plot isn't uncovered in time, England could be thrown into a war that would have devastating consequences ...

There is a really cool trailer to celebrate the launch of the book.


Samuel Pepys Diary has enthralled readers for centuries with its audacious wit, gripping detail, and indecent assignations. Pepys stopped writing at the age of 36. Or did he? The Lost Diary of Samuel Pepys picks up a week after Pepys’ last diary entry, and follows Pepys on a mission to investigate the death of a Crown agent in Portsmouth – the home of the Royal Navy. Events spiral out of control, embroiling Pepys in a deadly plot that reaches higher than he ever could have imagined. And along the way he is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about who he is and what he really believes…