In keeping with the Glasgow theme, this week's Thrillers, Chillers, Shockers and Killers focusses on Craig Robertson's tough crime caper, WITNESS THE DEAD, which is set in the very heart of that great city. You can find that towards the bottom of this post. But first, on a slightly different note, it gives me great pleasure to announce that a couple more stories first published in my Terror Tales series have come to global attention by being selected for inclusion various in 'Year's Best' anthologies.
Followers of this blog may recall that earlier this year, my two Terror Tales anthologies of 2014, TERROR TALES OF WALES and TERROR TALES OF YORKSHIRE, were duly honoured when four stories appearing there were chosen by editor Johnny Mains for reprint in his excellent BEST BRITISH HORROR series. They were Learning The Language by John Llewellyn Probert and The Rising Tide by Priya Sharma, both from TERROR TALES OF WALES, and Random Flight by Rosalie Parker and On Ilkley Moor by Alison Littlewood, both from TERROR TALES OF YORKSHIRE.
Now, I'm glad to say, the latest batch of Year's Bests have come out, and both WALES and YORKSHIRE have again been granted recognition.
In TERROR TALES OF WALES, Stephen Volk's masterly novella, Matilda of the Night, invokes a real nightmare when an academic studying local folklore is inexorably drawn into the apparently senile ramblings of a hospitalised woman on the verge of death ... I knew from the moment I first received this tale that it had 'Year's Best' written all over it, it's sharply drawn characters interracting on the bleak stage of modern urban life, and yet the whole thing underwritten by the myths and magic of a dark, mysterious world that is not as far from us as we may like to think. It's no surprise, but a great joy nontheless to see it selected by Stephen Jones for BEST NEW HORROR 26.
Meanwhile, in TERROR TALES OF YORKSHIRE, Keris McDondald's disturbing fable, The Coat Off His Back, sees a museum employee charged with cleaning and preserving the artefact of a lifetime, an 18th century 'Innocent coat' - a form of magical protection - apparently dating back to the days of the highwaymen. But there is no such thing as a free lunch, especially where ancient and malevolent powers are concerned ... This was another tale that I knew was destined to go far when I first received it, beautifully written and intensely frightening, and yet very redolent of the grand old city of York, in which it all takes place. I'm delighted that American editor, Ellen Datlow, chose it for inclusion in BEST HORROR OF THE YEAR 7.
It's great news for both Stephen Volk and Keris McDonald (aka Janine Ashbless), and another big thumbs-up for the Terror Tales, series, which has done very well so far in terms of Year's Best selections. For the record, the totals thus far stand as follows; LONDON leads the field with four, YORKSHIRE and WALES are in joint-second place with three each, while SEASIDE, EAST ANGLIA, COTSWOLDS and LAKE DISTRICT make up the chasing pack with one apiece.
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THRILLERS, CHILLERS, SHOCKERS AND KILLERS ...
A new and ongoing series of reviews of dark fiction (crime, thriller and horror novels)
– both old and new – that I've recently read and enjoyed. I’ll endeavour to
keep the SPOILERS to a minimum, but by the definition of the word
‘review’, I’m going to be talking about these books in more than just thumbnail
detail, extolling the aspects that I particularly enjoyed … so I guess if you’d
rather not know anything about these pieces of work in advance of
reading them, then this part of the blog may not be for you. You have been warned.
A brand
new sex killer is terrorising Glasgow, dumping and displaying his ‘party girl’ victims
in ritualistic fashion in the city’s various Gothic cemeteries.
A seasoned but dysfunctional murder investigation team swings into action, aided and abetted by young crime scene photographer, Tony Winter. But this will be no straightforward enquiry. Retired detective Danny Neilson – Tony’s uncle – is convinced he’s seen this maniac’s hand before. Back in the ’70s, he hunted a Glasgow rape-strangler known as Red Silk, who also picked his victims up in bars and nightclubs. The problem is, the Red Silk murders were eventually pinned on another Scottish serial killer Archibald Atto – and Atto is still inside, serving a full-life sentence.
A seasoned but dysfunctional murder investigation team swings into action, aided and abetted by young crime scene photographer, Tony Winter. But this will be no straightforward enquiry. Retired detective Danny Neilson – Tony’s uncle – is convinced he’s seen this maniac’s hand before. Back in the ’70s, he hunted a Glasgow rape-strangler known as Red Silk, who also picked his victims up in bars and nightclubs. The problem is, the Red Silk murders were eventually pinned on another Scottish serial killer Archibald Atto – and Atto is still inside, serving a full-life sentence.
So what’s
going on? Did the original Murder Squad get it wrong? Is this a copycat
murderer? Or a student of Atto perhaps? One question definitely needs answering
– how is it that Atto, all but incommunicado in the isolation block, knows so
much about this latest batch of heinous crimes? …
I have all
kinds of reasons to recommend his novel. A Glasgow native, Craig Robertson (pictured) brings the wintry city to life in glorious, gritty form, using lots of real
locations, and painting a vivid picture of its lively and street-smart population –
both as it is now, and as it was in the sectarian early ’70s. He also knows his
local history, because this fictional case is clearly influenced by the
unsolved Bible John murders of the 1960s, a dark chapter in Glasgow’s history,
which continues to haunt many of those who remember it.
The police
enquiry itself is excellently handled and worryingly authentic – there are lots
of stresses and strains in the team, not to mention inopportune moments of
realistic error-making, while the sheer griminess of its members’ daily
experience has had a brutalising effect on them. There is little love lost
here, and almost no political correctness, especially where hard knut boss DI
Derek Addison is concerned, but none of this matters because this is not the
nice, safe world so many of us inhabit – it is dark, bleak, dangerous, and at
the risk of sounding clichéd, the wolves that scour it will only be brought
down by wolves of a similar nature.
Robertson is also known for his character work, and it’s never been better exemplified
than it is here. Winter himself is a flawed hero, his fascination with the
artistry of violent death leaving him open to the wiles of Atto, who, during
the course of several tense interviews, starts to recognise a like mind in the
young snapper. This makes it all the more difficult for Winter’s on-off
girlfiend, DS Rachel Nary, who might once have been the warm heart of this
investigation unit had she too not been battered by life. For me though, the
star of this show is Danny Neilson, who we see in two parallel narratives, as
he was when still a carefree lad-about-town copper back in 1972, and as he is
now, old, overweight, grouchy, constantly trying to patch up his many failed
relationships, and at the same time obsessed with the case he never managed to
solve.
So yeah …
this is a bit of an ensemble job, with several lead characters, all of whom go
on dark if fascinating journeys. And all the time of course, in the background,
the clock ticks down to yet another vile murder.
I’ll say
no more except that it’s a tour-de-force. If you like your urban crime fiction
grimy, and you enjoy looking a little more deeply into the lives and loves and
hates and fears of those caught up in it, then this one is definitely for you.
As usual, just for the fun of it,
here are my picks for who should play the leads if Witness The Dead were ever to make it to the screen:
Tony Winter – James McAvoy
DS Rachel Nary – Karen Gillan
Danny Neilson – Brian Cox
Archibald Atto, Red Silk – Ciaran
Hinds
DI Derek Addison – Dougray Scott
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