Be Shot for Sixpence

BE SHOT FOR SIXPENCE – Michael Gilbert (1956)

I confess I cannot provide an objective assessment of a Michael Gilbert novel.  He’s a favorite of mine for his economical, almost terse style that nevertheless conveys just exactly the right amount of character development and plot momentum.  Be Shot for Sixpence perfectly illustrates Gilbert’s expertise at writing intriguing, thoughtful, and yet fast-paced thrillers.  The reluctant hero of this outing is Philip, who receives a cryptic message from his old friend, Colin:  “Go to Cologne, walk across the Hohenzollern Bridge.  Stand in the middle of the bridge looking down-river at nine o’clock in the morning.”

Philip, at loose ends after breaking up with his girlfriend, sees no reason why he shouldn’t go to Germany despite knowing that Colin must have been working for British intelligence and that something has surely gone wrong.  Indeed it has, and before you can say “You should have stayed in London and patched things up with your girl,” Philip is embroiled in international intrigue behind the Iron Curtain.  There’s a dubious fellow named Piper, and a yet more dubious fellow named Lady, a plausible chap called Messelin, and an agreeable young lady named True, but sorting out the divided loyalties of this group is a challenge for Philip.  Expect a bit of derring-do and double crosses before Philip gets to the bottom of the mysterious message from Colin.

Michael Gilbert is one of my "Persons of Interest" entries in Bev's Vintage Mystery Challenge.  Gilbert was a  London attorney who dabbled in writing mysteries and thrillers while practicing law.  I don't know anything about his expertise as a lawyer, but his writing was superb.  He was a tough character, having endured some time as a POW in Italy during WWII, an experience which he uses to great effect in Be Shot for Sixpence.  My favorite anecdote about Gilbert:  when his daughter told him she was going to write novels, he said:  "For God's sake, don't use adverbs."  You'll find the quote near the end of  his obituary in The Telegraph.

Keep Calm and Carry On

I'll soon be in London, where I expect to see plenty of merchandise bearing the ubiquitous slogan.  Here's a terrific video about the discovery of this now iconic poster, which has spawned the aforementioned glut of tea towels, mugs, coasters, t-shirts, etc.

Lucky

It's probably a good idea for me to go to a writing conference once in awhile to remind myself just how lucky I am.  I have what many aspiring writers want:  an agent and a publishing contract.  Once you have those things you tend to get caught up in worrying about sales, whether you'll get another contract, and making each successive book better than the last.  This past weekend reminded me of the sheer pleasure that exists in creating a fictional world, without a thought for whether anyone will ever read your efforts.  I came back invigorated.  Now if I could only do my writing in the room below, my world would be perfect.

Home Again

I'm back from the Missouri Writers' Guild conference, held over the weekend in the St. Louis suburb of Chesterfield.  It's been awhile since I've attended a conference of any kind and I've forgotten just how exhausting they can be, even if you're not called upon to do much.

On Friday I had lunch with my friend Ann and we talked for hours.  Great fun and I hope to do that again some day.  Then it was over to the hotel to meet my agent Ann.  We've talked on the phone and corresponded (a lot) by email, but had never met in person.  Since the beginning of our relationship, I've felt fortunate to have Ann as an agent and this weekend just confirmed how lucky I am.  We did a session on the author/agent relationship and a live video interview (I think I waved my hands a lot) and in between we talked whenever we could.  What a fantastic agent and friend!

My favorite image from the conference:  the editor of a children's magazine propping up the bar at the end of the day on Saturday, downing martinis.  Can't say I blame her.  Every agent and editor there had been listening to pitches for hours and had a haunted look by the end of the conference.  Nothing glamorous about those jobs; it was hard work.

The Conference

I'm off to the Missouri Writers' Guild conference, where I'll be meeting up with my agent Ann and doing a breakout session on the "Agent/Author Relationship" on Saturday morning.  I'm taking along Olen Steinhauer's The Bridge of Sighs to read during down time.  I'll let you know how things went after the weekend.

Beat Not the Bones

BEAT NOT THE BONES – Charlotte Jay (1954)

I finished my reading for Bev’s Vintage Mystery Challenge with Beat Not the Bones by Charlotte Jay.  This is an absolute corker of a book and received the recognition it deserved by winning the first ever Edgar Award, presented in 1954.  Since young Stella married the much older and distinguished anthropologist David Warwick, they’ve lived separate lives.  She has stayed in Australia to care for her dying father and David has returned to Marapai, New Guinea, to continue his work.  When David commits suicide and Stella’s father dies, she travels to this exotic world to investigate David’s death.  She’s convinced he has been murdered and she is determined to learn the truth.

I hardly know where to start.  Jay is a superb writer.  There’s not a superfluous word in the novel.  In Jay’s hands, the glorious aquamarine water, the fabulous flowering plants, the natives with their dark, supple skin and frangipani flowers in their hair, do not evoke a bright and airy world.  Instead, the sea holds dangerous creatures, the inhabitants of the island are mysterious and unknowable, and the jungle is menacing.  The Australian administrators are a strange, fevered crew, oppressed by the climate and the futility of bringing “civilization” to the natives.

I’m not even going to attempt to summarize the plot, except to say that I was drawn ever deeper into the narrative with a terrible foreboding of what Stella would find.  The last thirty pages of this book contain one twist after another, and I raced through them to the end.  The writing is so superior that I found myself comparing Jay to Joseph Conrad.  He was a master of evoking the moral decay (and occasionally, the redemption) of white men among the muddy rivers and coastal towns of the third world.  I’m thinking specifically of Heart of Darkness, Lord Jim, and Almayer’s Folly.  Jay is just as good.  High praise, but justly deserved.  I’d highly recommend this book.

Beat Not the Bones is an entry in the Golden Girls category of the challenge.

More Stuff About the Titanic

I didn't come up with anything for the blog regarding that whole ship vs. iceberg thing, but I'm glad other bloggers did.

Did you know the Titanic had two sister ships of the same class?  The Olympic was involved in several collisions and the Britannic sunk.  Bizarrely, one Violet Jessup is alleged not only to have survived the Olympic's collision with the HMS Hawke, but also to have been a passenger on and survivor of both the Titanic and the Britannic when each went down.  You can read more at M.J. Wright's blog.

One of my favorite bloggers reveals that she might not have been around to entertain me if her grandparents hadn't changed their mind about emigrating to America.  They had booked tickets in steerage on the Titanic, but Elaine's grandmother, six months pregnant at the time with Elaine's mother, didn't feel up to the voyage.  You can read about it on Elaine's blog.

And finally, Borepatch dissects the legend of the last song played aboard the ship as it sunk beneath the waves and includes some great video and audio.