Saturday, 29 April 2017
Wednesday, 26 April 2017
The Return Of Jesse Garon
Ray Spalding's had enough of his wife, Paula. He's left his home in Edinburgh's Southside and headed for Belfast. It's safer there.
Unknown to Ray, Paula's also had enough of him. She's not going back home. Not now, not ever.
Jesse Spalding wakes up one morning to find both his parents gone. And he can't tell anyone or he'll be taken into care.
As time passes and bills need paying, all Jesse can rely on are his wits, his friend Archie and his dad's 1950s record collection.
Southsiders is a powerful short novel that follows the spiralling fortunes of Ray and Jesse, pushing father and son to their limits while they struggle against the odds in the darker shadows of two of Britain's capital cities.
Unknown to Ray, Paula's also had enough of him. She's not going back home. Not now, not ever.
Jesse Spalding wakes up one morning to find both his parents gone. And he can't tell anyone or he'll be taken into care.
As time passes and bills need paying, all Jesse can rely on are his wits, his friend Archie and his dad's 1950s record collection.
Southsiders is a powerful short novel that follows the spiralling fortunes of Ray and Jesse, pushing father and son to their limits while they struggle against the odds in the darker shadows of two of Britain's capital cities.
It doesn’t take long for Ray Spalding to realise that prison is nothing like an Elvis Presley movie. The warden has no intention of throwing a party and the only bands Ray encounters are gangs of hard men. When an old adversary seeks him out, Ray decides his only chance for survival is escape.
Ray’s son, Jesse, is discovering that being on the run in the middle of winter is no fun. With his stamina stretched to the limits, he’s ready to surrender himself to social services. At least that way he can see his girlfriend again.
Danny Boy is the man in the middle. He thinks he can break Ray from prison and reunite father and son. All he needs is an ambulance, a funeral, the help of some of his old friends and a big slice of good fortune.
Southsiders: Jailhouse Rock takes you for an eventful ride on a Mystery Train where the destination is as likely to be the Heartbreak Hotel as the Promised Land.
Ray’s son, Jesse, is discovering that being on the run in the middle of winter is no fun. With his stamina stretched to the limits, he’s ready to surrender himself to social services. At least that way he can see his girlfriend again.
Danny Boy is the man in the middle. He thinks he can break Ray from prison and reunite father and son. All he needs is an ambulance, a funeral, the help of some of his old friends and a big slice of good fortune.
Southsiders: Jailhouse Rock takes you for an eventful ride on a Mystery Train where the destination is as likely to be the Heartbreak Hotel as the Promised Land.
And book three? That's in the pipeline, but here's the cover in case you're curious:
Here's hoping you are...
Sunday, 23 April 2017
Dancing with Myself: KHALED TALIB interviews KHALED TALIB
According to a BBC report recently,
everyone one of us could possibly have a cosmic twin. I’m not sure what the
other identical copies of me are doing with their lives, but let’s pretend one
of them is interviewing the original one on earth. They might argue they are
all originals, and that I’m just mirroring what everyone else is doing right
now. Let’s not get into the
philosophical aspect — it’s too deep for me. But if one of them was a reporter
interviewing me as an author, this is what I’d tell him:
Tell
us about yourself
I was born and raised in Singapore. My
ancestors emigrated from southern Yemen more than a hundred years ago during a
Diaspora. I began writing at a young age. My first legally published material
was a letter to a shopping mall’s marketing department. I had participated in a
contest based on the old movie, The Deep, with Jacqueline Bisset, Nick Nolte and
Louis Gossett Jr., but I forgot to enclose the shopping receipts in the envelop.
I was disqualified, but I received a letter from the mall with a complimentary
T-shirt. That made my day.
I started out as a staff writer for an oil
industry newspaper. All I did for a year was cut newspaper clippings and
rewrite the stories. It was boring. When the job offer came to work for a
lifestyle magazine, I grabbed the opportunity. In fact, my first character was
based on a reporter working for a glossy magazine.
Why
do you write?
No idea, but I’ll tell you something. If I
was born in the U.S. or the U.K, I think I would’ve written my first novel when
I was much younger. Singapore isn’t really a literary scene. People don’t talk books here, and you hardly
hear people talking about writing. I only met one or two other persons who’s
been trying to get a book published. That’s encouraging because I don’t have to
consider myself an ugly duckling. But seriously, I don’t think in a parochial
or xenophobic sense. The world is a very big place, and I’m an explorer. The
more you see, the more you have materials to write.
I was also inspired by other thriller book
characters, and I always wanted my own. From Edmond Dantes, James Bond, Simon
Templar to characters created for the screens and comics. It’s a bit like
playing with Ken and Barbie in your head, except they don’t have a sparkling
set of teeth.
What
do you write suspense and thrillers?
My whole body feels like there’s electric
sparks coming out of it. I find it difficult to write something at a lower
tempo. I relish writing scenes that are unpredictable and intense. Don’t get me
wrong, I can be calm if I want to, but life is a roller coaster. But don’t let
me fool you — if you go more than 120 miles an hour on the busy road, I’ll
scream at you to stop. I’m a thrill
seeker, but I’m also sensible.
If
you could go back in time to three different places, where would you go?
I’d like to go back to the Victorian age
and find out who Jack the Ripper really was. With modern technology, I think I
might be able to catch him. Besides, it would be nice to dress up in the attire
of that time. Hell, Singapore is a hot and humid place. You put on a tie and a
jacket and see what happens to you. Never change since time began.
The other place would be ancient Egypt. I
really like to find out who built the pyramids and how. Everyone’s got a theory, but wouldn’t it be
nice if we knew how it was done from the horse’s mouth itself?
The last place would be the Brady Bunch set
with the cast and crew. It may be make believe, but I’d like to see how the
show was made. When I was a kid, I used to love the house, especially the
staircase and the brick walls and stairs.
Tell
us about your new novel, Incognito.
Incognito (US) is a more than meets the eye story. It tells of a
Pope who has gone missing, but the story behind the story is about political
and religious tolerance. Not a day passes by these days that you don’t hear
about Islam. This novel of mine touches on terrorism. The media, in my view,
has been irresponsible in managing the news. They want to sell anything that
excites their readers, so they don’t care about the moral justice of things.
I’ve been in public relations for a long time so I know when the press uses key
messages to embed into the minds of readers about things. I wrote this novel to
show how things are and why it should not be.
I was also inspired by some of the
statements made by Pope Francis concerning Islam. It led me to do some more
research about Catholicism. I was wondering why this man was defending Islam
when the Crusades is far from forgotten. My research led me to the Vatican II
documents. It was an assembly that took place between the 50s and 60s to revise
some of the religious doctrines. I learned, for example, Muslims and Jews were
part of the “brotherly” faith. I hope, somehow, the novel would have effect on
the reader; to see things from a different perspective. By the way, the novel
is peppered with murders.
Did
something happened that inspired you to write this novel?
Oh, yes. Two things, in fact. One winter
night in a small Geneva hotel, I saw through the window of my room a tall woman
in black standing under a street lamp. She just stood there staring into the
blankness. Later, I left my room to go downstairs. I took the stairs since my
room was just one floor down. I saw the same woman at the empty foyer. She gave
me a cold, hard stare. I ran back up and locked myself in the room. You had to be there to experience it. Now imagine if she had a knife in her hand. The
thing is, you need a password to open the hotel’s door entrance. So how did she
get it? She reminded me so much of Mrs. Baylock, the character from The Omen. I took the idea to weave into
my latest novel. I even gave her a nickname.
At another time, I was trekking a Swiss
mountain. A woman started talking to me. She was friendly initially, but she
got worked up suddenly and began talking about religion. She pointed to the
direction of Italy and told me the Vatican is responsible for many of the
problems in Europe. She had a pair of trekking poles with her, and I didn’t. I
was praying hard that she wouldn’t ask me what’s my faith. Those poles can be
deadly. If I had to defend myself, it would be my word against hers since there
was nobody else on that side of the mountain. I survived and live to tell the
tale!
Khaled
Talib
Saturday, 15 April 2017
#free - but get them quick before Trump goes for the nuclear option.
A great bunch of thriller and mystery titles that you can have for free. Better get in quick, mind, we may not have as much reading time ahead of us as we think.
Friday, 14 April 2017
One Man's Opinion: THE MUGGER by ED MCBAIN
'They write songs about Saturday night.
The songs all promote the idea that Saturday is a particularly lonely night. The myth has become a part of American culture, and everybody is familiar with it. Stop anybody, six to sixty and ask, 'What's the loneliest night of the week?' and the answer you'll get is Saturday.
Well, Tuesday's not such a prize either.'
The Mugger (US) is the second book in the 87th Precinct series. It takes a slight detour from the first in that Steve Carella is on his honeymoon and is out of the picture.
Two big cases dominate, one a series of muggings against women by a deluded criminal who believes he is a gentleman of sorts and the other the killing of a young girl. There's also a third, the disappearance of huge numbers of cats in another precinct, but that's an aside that's there to add texture and a very good joke.
There's the usual gripping tension and expertly handled solving of crimes here. You get the hard-boiled nudges in the ribs and thick slices of humour. The camaraderie is enough to make you get up and join some kind of club and the dose of romance tells of personal frailty and general fragility.
Above all, the story told is about the elevation of Bert Kling from patrolman to detective third grade. He gets involved in a personal case after hours and functions as a private eye for a while. His job is to find out what's happening in the life of a school friend's sister-in-law, a beautiful young woman with a huge secret. As you might expect, he gets into things further than he could ever have imagined as an unexpected turn alters his life forever.
It's great to spend so much time with Kling. He's one of the stars of the show and getting to know him from the roots up was a real treat. Definitely worth a read whether as a one off or as a delicious piece of an unbelievable whole.
Sunday, 2 April 2017
SMOKE: The Resurrection
Due to the sad demise of the wonderful publisher Blasted Heath (more to follow when the emotional turbulence has settled down) my novella Smoke ('Grim, but really good.' Ian Rankin) was killed off.
As with most obstacles, this one wasn't insurmountable. With Smoke, the simplest solution I could think of was to self-publish and here it is.
Fitting, then, so close to Easter that the novella has been resurrected. It's also free for today (Smoky Sunday) should you not yet have a copy.
A warning that it is dark and brutal and upsetting.
As for my other Blasted Heath titles (namely the four books of the Southsiders series), I think I need some time to work out whether there's another path. I have taken an early step to see if I can find them a home, but as the first two have already been published I'm not feeling overly hopeful on that score. If you're able to see the wood for the trees and can shine a light in the right direction, I'd love to hear your thoughts privately or in the comments.
Till then, enjoy Smoke (US) and check back in for my Blasted Heath obituary.
Thanks, as always, for your support.
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