Buried Above Ground by Mike Ripley – Review
I must admit to feeling crestfallen when Mike Ripley ended his Albert Campion continuation series. Ripley developed Margery Allingham’s classic detective character with a new sense of style, wit and ingenuity. So I was delighted to see that Ripley is back with a new novel Buried Above Ground, and having finally said a fond farewell to Albert Campion, Ripley has now turned his incisive wit to the murky world of authors, publishing and copyright issues.
Duncan Torrens was the author of mid-list mystery fiction. Since his death, Torrens’ work has long gone out of print. But then a blogger turns up determined to start a Torrens revival, but will his research into this forgotten author dig up dark secrets best left forgotten? Buried Above Ground is told from the perspective of five unreliable narrators – the Librarian, the Reader, the Publisher, the Editor and the Writer, Torrens himself. Everyone is out for themselves and trying to deny the others the potential windfall that might come from getting Torrens’ books republished. It all adds to an darkly intriguing novel laced with acerbic wit. I found the character of the obsessive blogger Jacon a bit close to home! But there’s no denying this is an absorbing and accurate portrayal of the contemporary literati. Highly recommended.
Buried Above Ground is published by Severn House.
I’ve just returned from a lovely holiday to Krakow. It is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe and I had a fine book, Shadow Man: The Life of Dashiell Hammett by Richard Layman, to occupy me in my spare moments. This superb biography is the subject of the latest episode of Ellroy Reads. I discuss how the biography shaped Ellroy’s opinion of Hammett, and some of the difficulties Layman experienced in getting the book published. Hammett’s life partner Lilian Hellman refused to cooperate with Layman in any way, shape or form.
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Ellroy Reads – The Other Girl by Theodora Keogh
I have a very special episode of Ellroy Reads for you today. The Other Girl by Theodora Keogh was the first novel about the Black Dahlia case. A copy of the book was also the first gift I ever gave to James Ellroy. Ellroy had never heard of the novel when I mentioned it to him, so it felt good to plug this gap in his Black Dahlia knowledge.
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Ellroy Reads – John le Carré: The Biography by Adam Sisman
For the latest episode of Ellroy Reads, I look at Adam Sisman’s excellent biography of John le Carré. I also discuss two books which were published in the fallout to the bio – Suleika Dawson’s The Secret Heart: John Le Carré: An Intimate Memoir and Sisman’s follow-up The Secret Life of John le Carré.
Finally, I reveal how all of these books connect to my Ellroy biography Love Me Fierce in Danger: The Life of James Ellroy.
Ellroy Reads – The Black Echo by Michael Connelly
For the latest episode of Ellroy Reads, I look at the birth of a publishing sensation by examining the success behind Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch series. The Bosch series, and Connelly’s career, share many parallels with the life and work of James Ellroy.
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The 2017 London Bridge Attack – A Testimony
In the post-9/11 world, it is possible that everyone will experience terrorism at some point in their lives. Perhaps they will witness, or know someone who witnessed a terrorist attack, or if they are more fortunate they will simply read about the attacks in the news, with depressing regularity, and be asked by their employer to complete the Prevent training. Some years ago, I witnessed the aftermath of a terrorist attack. It is something I have only shared with a few friends and family. This is the first time I have put what happened that night into writing.
On June 3, 2017, my wife Di and I were in London walking back from the Theatre Royal Drury Lane after watching an excellent performance of 42nd Street. It was a knockout production and we were feeling invigorated, both from the glorious energy of the show and the fact that we were flying out to Barbados the next morning at 6 am to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. Then something strange happened. We were walking past a pub where a lone drinker was sitting in the beer garden scrolling through his phone. He told us to be careful going down the street where we were headed as ‘there’s been an attack’. He seemed perfectly sober, and we took heed of his warning although we had no choice but to continue on the path we were on as it led directly back to the hotel, and we were flying out in about six hours or so. It wasn’t long before we were walking towards a crowd of people in tears, covered in blood. They were heading in the opposite direction to us, and the further we travelled the more frantic their warnings became that we shouldn’t go forward as there had been mass stabbings and a vehicle-ramming attack with a van. It was obviously serious, but Di and I were now so close to our hotel that we felt we had no alternative but to keep going until we got there, even though we could be walking straight into a massacre. By the time we made it to the hotel entrance our blood was pumping as chaos reigned on the streets.
“Steve. The key, the key” Di screamed.
The hotel lobby had an electronic lock and I fumbled desperately in my wallet for the key card while thinking any second a madman with a knife was going to attack me. We made it inside safely. The atmosphere in the hotel bar was electric. The hotel took in people off the streets who couldn’t get home as the police had sealed off the roads. Guests of every race and religion were talking excitedly among themselves about what happened while BBC News 24 played out the facts onscreen.
The London Bridge attacks was one of five major terrorist attacks in the UK in 2017. Khuram Shazad Butt, Rachid Redouane and Youssef Zaghba ploughed a van into pedestrians on London Bridge at around 10:00 pm, killing two people. The three perpetrators abandoned the vehicle and then ran down Borough Market, armed with knives and wearing fake explosive vests. They started stabbing people outside the Boro Bistro pub. Ignacio Echeverría, a Spanish lawyer who had been practising his hobby of skateboarding in the vicinity, hit one of the terrorists with his skateboard, buying time for other members of the public to escape to safety. Echeverría and four other people were stabbed to death. There were many have-a-go-heroes that night who thwarted the attackers by throwing bottles and chairs at them, even though, for all they knew, the explosive vests the terrorists were wearing might have been genuine and could have detonated at any second. Most of the people who Di and I saw on the street and who warned us back had been fleeing from the attack on Borough Market. The attack came to an end when Butt, Redouane and Zaghba were shot dead by armed police.
The following morning Di and I were in a sober mood as we left the hotel to catch our flight to Barbados. We had a good holiday, and life returned to normal upon our return. But on June 3rd, 2017, our life changed due to the chaos we had witnessed. We had experienced a terrorist attack up close and it is not something we will ever forget. It was a fairly stark and brutal reminder of how your life can change in an instant in the post-9/11 world.
Ellroy Reads – 100 American Crime Writers
For the latest episode of Ellroy Reads, I discuss one of the first books I ever worked on – 100 American Crime Writers. Editing this anthology was a challenging and rewarding experience which ultimately led to an excellent book.
I also begin the episode by revealing one of James Ellroy’s foolproof publicity strategies which I have always tried to emulate, as should every aspiring author.
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Ellroy Reads – The Laughing Policeman
For the latest episode of Ellroy Reads, I discuss Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö’s classic novel The Laughing Policeman. The fourth novel in the Martin Beck series, The Laughing Policeman is one of the seminal works in Scandi-Noir. I discuss its impact and share some humorous observations, as always, about James Ellroy.
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The Day the School Bus Caught Fire
I grew up in Blacon. It’s a deprived part of Chester which I have described in a previous post. My elder siblings attended Blacon High School. Dissatisfied with the school’s performance, my parents signed me up to attend The Bishops’ Blue Coat Church of England High School in Great Boughton.
A downside to attending Bishop’s High was a long bus journey from Blacon to Great Boughton and back again every day. I had few friends at first. I usually sat near the front of the bus but I wanted to be with the cool gang who sat at the back smoking, completely uncaring of the rules at the time which stated you could only smoke upstairs on buses. These cool smokers consisted of Jed Habersham, who was missing half a finger and reminded me of the villain in Hitchcock’s version of The Thirty-Nine Steps, Siddy Bartlett and David Babcock. They sat. They smoked. They swapped tales and told jokes to the prettiest girls who got a pass to sit at the back with them.
One day, on the journey back from school, Babcock had stolen some paint cans which he had dragged onto the bus in a dirty white sheet. I was sat near the front of the bus. I looked back to see Babcock playing around with a lighter near the stolen items. I looked away for a second and that’s when I heard this powerful whoosh and looked back to the rear of the bus to find it ablaze. The entire area the cool gang called their own had turned into a bonfire. The driver pulled the bus onto the kerb in seconds and I don’t remember running for the exit so much as being carried with the crowd. Everybody got off the bus as quickly as possible, and then bizarrely, Siddy Bartlett ran back on, dashed around the flames to retrieve his bag, ran round the flames again and exited the bus. It was a feat of daring that only increased my estimation of him. The driver put out the fire with an extinguisher and drove off, not bothering to check on the welfare of the students who fled the bus in a panic. The only passenger remaining on the bus was the driver’s son who attended the school, and would stand at the front near the driver’s cabin. No police officer or fireman would have advised the bus driver to keep the vehicle on the road in those circumstances. The rear of the bus was still billowing smoke, and God only knows if the engine or petrol tank were in a secure condition. The rest of us made the long walk home, tingling with excitement by the sudden act of violence which had broken the monotony of a long school day. By some miracle, no one had been seriously hurt.
The following morning every child who had been on that bus was taken to the assembly hall and told to write out a statement about what they had witnessed. We were separated and sat in silence so we couldn’t influence each other’s statements. I wrote exactly what I saw – David Babcock had been playing with a lighter near the paint cans and moments later they were on fire. I delivered the statement to the headmaster who seemed unimpressed.
“So you didn’t actually see him light the cans?” he asked.
I had looked away seconds before Babcock brought the lighter to the cans, so I had to admit, following the headmaster’s train of logic, that I hadn’t.
Some of the statements were pure fiction. My friend Neil wrote that Jed Habersham set the cans on fire. Habersham was on a family holiday in Greece at the time of the fire. I never let Neil live that down. But it wasn’t long before Neil and I had graduated to the cool, back of the bus group. Neil got there first and I followed. The fire, it seems, had not lessened our ambition to join the gang.
I was with Neil and Siddy on the day we discovered a dead body in Blacon.
Ellroy Reads – Guru Special
This week’s episode of Ellroy Reads is slightly different than usual as I am looking at Guru writing that has inspired James Ellroy. Sinister quacks and spiritual grifters have often been portrayed as villains in crime fiction, and I identify a few examples in Ellroy’s novels. However, I also discuss a few episodes from Ellroy’s private life where he fell under the spell of such people. Some of the book’s I mention are The No-Spin Zone by Bill O’Reilly and Prayer by Timothy Keller.
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The Venetian Vase 