Thriller author
Unlawful Things published one week ago, and I’m thrilled that the reviews are overwhelmingly positive. There’s nothing like a good review to put a smile on my face. At the time of writing, the first nine reviews published on Amazon UK all gave the book five stars.
The best thing was that people seemed to really get what I wanted to do with the book – to tell a gripping, exciting story, and to tell it well.
Here are a few of the highlights:
In the week that Unlawful Things is finally published, I made a little pilgrimage back to the church yard where it all began. St Nicholas Church in Deptford, tucked away in Deptford Green, is a tranquil corner these days.
But in May 1593, it witnessed the burial of the mercurial, astonishing playwright Christopher Marlowe, dead at the age of 29. As his friend, the printer Edward Blount, wrote to his patron, Thomas Walsingham, it was there that “we brought his breathless body to the earth.”
Marlowe’s death – he was stabbed after a dinner in a house in nearby Deptford Strand – was the starting point when I began to think about the plot that became Unlawful Things. The novel’s opening scene takes place in contemporary London, with another man stabbed in the church yard where Marlowe is buried. Although I used to live nearby, it had been many years since I visited.
It was a glorious, sunny day, the sun filtering through the plane trees and making the famous gate post skulls look almost cheerful. I was surprised and touched to see a little leather-bound notebook propped up on the plaque which commemorates Marlowe. Inside, people from all over the world had left messages for him, about how much his work meant to them. I couldn’t resist adding a few lines, signed by my novel’s protagonist, Helen Oddfellow. Take a look if you ever go there; you might like to see what she said.
Unlawful Things will be published today. I have a long list of “thank you’s” to everyone who has helped me get to this point. But I shouldn’t forget to thank Christopher Marlowe, whose eternal plays and poetry set me on this path.
Finding the right title for my novel was a real challenge. I’d written at least three drafts before I managed to alight on a title I was comfortable with.
For a time it was going to be The Marlowe Connection, until someone pointed out that could be mistaken for a book about railway travel in Buckinghamshire. For a while I considered Cut is the Branch, a line from Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus. But then… might someone think it was a gardening manual about pruning trees? Or that we were back to railways again, with a critique of cuts to rail services?
But Marlowe did supply the title I finally alighted on, Unlawful Things. The full quote, from the epilogue to Doctor Faustus, has the chorus moralising on Faustus, whose pact with Mephistopheles results in him being dragged away by demons to hell:
“Faustus is gone: regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise,
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.”
In other words, profit from Faustus’ example and stay well away from the ‘unlawful’ necromancy he used to pry into secrets that should only be known by ‘heavenly power’.
I liked the title because one of the themes of the book is the price we risk paying when we try to uncover secrets. And Unlawful Things has an unsettling, mysterious ring to it, which is always an asset in a mystery novel.
As a journalist, prying into unlawful things is pretty much in my job description, so I don’t have much sympathy for the idea that we should all just mind our own business. Humanity has risked much and gained much from the pursuit of its curiosity, down the ages. But there can be a high price to pay, whether it’s Marie Curie succumbing to cancer after discovering radium, or contemporary journalists murdered in the pursuit of corruption and organised crime. One of the questions I wanted to explore was, how high a price should we be prepared to pay?
Unlawful Things will be available to buy on Amazon next week, at a very reasonable price. I do hope you’ll take the opportunity to discover it for yourself.
I get a lot of inspiration from visiting real places and learning about their history. One of the most enigmatic places I visited while researching Unlawful Things, which eventually played quite a big part in the novel, was Eastbridge Hospital in Canterbury.
Eastbridge is not a medical hospital, but an ancient place of hospitality, or hostel as we would call it today. It has been welcoming pilgrims and visitors to Canterbury for an astonishing 828 years, ever since Saint Thomas Becket was murdered in his own cathedral. It was set up to cater for the thousands of pilgrims who walked to Canterbury to visit the saint’s shrine in the cathedral, until its destruction during the Reformation. You can easily imagine Chaucer’s less wealthy pilgrims finding shelter here.
I first visited after walking the 60 miles from London to Canterbury, a walk that partly prompted the story that became Unlawful Things. Footsore and weary, I could well imagine stretching out on the tiled floor of the undercroft, chatting to my fellow pilgrims, eating in the dining hall and falling asleep to the sound of the river which runs under the bridge.
I’ve been back since to learn more about its fascinating history. I learned about some of the figures who became Masters of the Hospital, about their links to Canterbury Cathedral, and about the hospital’s time as a school. I can’t tell you much more, because lots of this wound up in the book. Of course, I designed my own version of historical events to fit my story. I was a little nervous about how modern-day Eastbridge might react to this version of history, but happily the present-day clerk to the hospital is a crime fiction fan and has been very understanding!
Eastbridge today remains an almshouse, continuing its tradition of hospitality. It has two chapels, and also welcomes visitors to events and exhibitions. It’s well worth a visit next time you are in Canterbury.
Some good news – I finally have a launch date for Unlawful Things – and it’s just one month away.
The novel will be published in paperback and e-book formats on Thursday 25 October. Initially, it will be available through Amazon, although I hope to widen that out at a later stage. While not everyone is a fan of the online megastore, it does offer the best opportunities for independent authors to get their book into the world.
It’s been incredibly exciting seeing the whole project coming together. I’ve been involved with every decision to do with publication, from this website, to the mailing list (do sign up if you haven’t yet!), to the cover design. I’ve worked with talented editors and proof-readers, designers and marketing gurus. It’s been a huge challenge finding out how the publishing business works, and I’ve learned so much along the way.
So there’s not long to wait now. I’ve ordered the first review copies and I’m looking forward to having a physical copy of the book in my hands. I’m a fan of the convenience and accessibility of e-books, but there’s something special about having an actual physical book, full of paper and ink, with your name on the front!
As soon as it’s ready to order, I’ll post the link here and on the newsletter. Thanks to everyone who’s supported me on the journey so far.
One of the key historical figures in Unlawful Things is the Elizabethan playwright Christopher Marlowe. Why Marlowe, my writing tutor asked? Where did your interest begin?
Well, I knew Marlowe’s plays from school and university. Marlowe, a contemporary of William Shakespeare, wrote some of the most amazing plays of the sixteenth century, such as his enduring classic Doctor Faustus, about one man’s pact with the devil. I loved his plays, but knew little about his life until I went on a three day walk from London to Canterbury, which took me past both his burial place (in Deptford) and the church where he was christened (in Canterbury). Made curious by this co-incidence, I decided to find out more.
There was a lot to learn. In his short life, Marlowe was imprisoned for killing a man in a street brawl, suspected of spying for the government, accused of being an atheist, Catholic and occultist (all considered equally reprehensible by the Protestant church at the time) and deported from the Netherlands for involvement in counterfeiting coins. Goodness knows when he got time to do any writing.
Marlowe’s turbulent life was cut short at the age of 29, when he was stabbed to death in an after-dinner brawl in Deptford. There have been many theories as to what was behind his death. Some believe the Elizabethan secret service wanted him dead because his work as a spy had become too dangerous. Others think he wasn’t actually killed at all, but faked his death and escaped abroad, where he wrote Shakespeare’s plays. Indeed, the witty Ben Elton Shakespearean comedy Upstart Crow made much of just this scenario a couple of weeks ago.
The more I read about Marlowe, the more intrigued I became. He was born the son of a shoe-maker in Canterbury, then was picked for a scholarship to Cambridge. At Cambridge, where he was probably intended to become a priest, he wrote his first plays, and quite possibly became a spy. He then moved to London to wow the Elizabethan stage, gaining a reputation for hell-raising. I began to wonder whether he’d learned a secret in Canterbury that had led to his early advancement, and finally to his death in Deptford. What if… but you’ll have to read the rest for yourself!
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