Tuesday, 26 May 2020

Dark fiction to relish in the months ahead


Well, while some lockdown restrictions are easing, the virus is clearly still present and many of us remain deprived of normality for the foreseeable future. It’s not been bad news across the board, of course. Apparently, we’ve all done a lot more reading than normal. That certainly applies to me. I mean, I read a lot anyway, but these last few weeks I’ve been motoring through novels and anthologies at a phenomenal rate. I’ve also drawn up a list of those titles due out before the end of this year that I consider must-reads, and today I intend to share them with you.

However, as in one of these cases – ALL FALL DOWN by MJ Arlidge – I was the grateful recipient of a review copy, I’ll be paying that one special attention and giving it my usual detailed review in the Thrillers, Chillers section at the bottom of today’s column.

First off though, let’s look at …

My most anticipated

I read across a broad range of genres, but four in particular are relevant to this particular blog. They are: CrimeHorrorThriller and Just Plain Dark. Every month I scan the publishers’ ‘forthcoming’ articles online and pick out those that look to be of most interest to me. And this year, for obvious reasons, it’s been even more important to do this.

Thus, below are ten books from each of those categories I mentioned, which are due to be published between (and including) June and December this year, and which I am hugely looking forward to reading. In each case, I’ve posted the cover and the publisher’s official blurb.

Please note that the dates of publication I give mostly refer to paperback releases, which is my preferred method of reading. One or two of these may already have appeared as ebooks or hardbacks, though there are also a couple here that are only due out before the end of this year as hardbacks. I’m still including these if I like the look of them. Hope that makes at least a modicum of sense (whatever, they’re all either coming out very soon, or have come out recently in one form or another, so just follow the links for the full skinny).

One last thing; apologies to anyone who feels their book should be in here but isn’t. There were several I had to leave out because their covers are not available yet, and also because, as always, there just was not room for everything. This is not by any means the entirety of the books still due this year that I am excited about.

Anyway, that’s the waffle done. So, here we go, in no particular order …
  
CRIME

1. ONE EYE OPEN by Paul Finch
(due for pub on August 20)

(Come on, guys. You didn’t think I was going to leave my own summer release off this list, did you?)

If the lies dont kill you, the truth will

An electrifying, high-octane thrill ride; the new must-read standalone from a Sunday Times bestseller. You won't be able to tear yourself away! Dark, gritty and always at the edge of your seat, this unforgettable new outing from master-craftsman, Paul Finch, will appeal to fans of Stuart MacBride, Mari Hannah and Alex Cross.
   
You can run ...

A high-speed crash leaves a man and woman clinging to life. Neither of them carries ID. Their car has fake number plates. In their luggage: a huge amount of cash.

Who are they? What are they hiding? And what were they running from?

You can hide ...

DS Lynda Hagen, once a brilliant detective, gave it all up to raise her family. But something about this case reignites a spark in her...

But you’ll always sleep with ..

What begins as an investigation soon becomes an obsession. And it will lead her to a secret so dangerous that soon there will be nowhere left to hide.
  
ONE EYE OPEN


2. ALL FALL DOWN by MJ Arlidge 
(due for pub on June 11)

(Quick reminder that I offer a detailed review and discussion of this title at the end of today’s blog.)

You have one hour to live.

Those are the only words on the phone call. Then they hang up. Surely, a prank? A mistake? A wrong number? Anything but the chilling truth ... That someone is watching, waiting, working to take your life in one hour.

But why?

The job of finding out falls to DI Helen Grace: a woman with a track record in hunting killers. However, this is a case where the killer seems to always be one step ahead of the police and the victims.

With no motive, no leads, no clues - nothing but pure fear - an hour can last a lifetime ...


3. THE CURATOR by MW Craven
(due for pub on June 4)

It’s Christmas and a serial killer is leaving displayed body parts all over Cumbria. A strange message
is left at each scene: #BSC6

Called in to investigate, the National Crime Agency’s Washington Poe and Tilly Bradshaw are faced with a case that makes no sense. Why were some victims anaesthetized, while others died in appalling agony? Why is their only suspect denying what they can irrefutably prove but admitting to things they weren’t even aware of? And why did the victims all take the same two weeks off work three years earlier?

And when a disgraced FBI agent gets in touch things take an even darker turn. Because she doesn’t think Poe is dealing with a serial killer at all; she thinks he’s dealing with someone far, far worse: a man who calls himself the Curator.

And nothing will ever be the same again ...


4. A PRIVATE CATHEDRAL by James Lee Burke
(due for pub on December 10)

Detective Dave Robicheaux is caught in the crossfire of Louisiana’s oldest and bloodiest gangland feud ...

From the wreckage of Louisiana’s oldest family rivalry, Detective Dave Robicheaux faces his most sinister enemy yet ...

Isolde and Johnny - the star-crossed teenage heirs to New Iberia’s criminal empires - have run away together, and Robicheaux is tasked with finding them. But when his investigation brings him too close to both Isolde’s mother and her father’s mistress, the venomous mafioso orders a hit on Robicheaux and his partner, Clete Purcel.

In order to rescue the young lovers, and save himself, Robicheaux must face a terrifying time-travelling superhuman hitman capable of inflicting horrifying hallucinations on his victims, and overcome the demons that have tormented him his whole life ...


by Christopher Fowler 
(due for pub on July 23)

One Sunday morning, the outspoken Speaker of the House of Commons steps out of his front door
only to be crushed under a mountain of citrus fruit. Bizarre accident or something more sinister? The government needs to know because here’s a man whose knowledge of parliament’s biggest secret could put the future of the government at stake?

It should be the perfect case for Bryant & May and the Peculiar Crimes Unit, but unfortunately one detective is in hospital, the other is missing and the staff have all been dismissed. It seems the PCU is no more. But events escalate: a series of brutal crimes seemingly linked to an old English folk-song threatens the very foundation of London society and suddenly the PCU is offered a reprieve and are back in (temporary) business!

And if the two elderly detectives, ‘old men in a woke world’, do manage to set aside their differences and discover why some of London’s most influential figures are under life-threatening attack, they might not just save the unit but also prevent the entire city from descending into chaos ...

The most consistently brilliant, entertaining and educational voice in contemporary British crime fiction, the utterly fabulous Christopher Fowler.
Cathi Unsworth, CRIMESQUAD


6.  HER HUSBANDS GRAVE by PL Kane
(due for pub on June 26)

A hint of gold glistened in the sand. It was a watch, no doubt about it. A watch… attached to a body.

Criminal psychologist Robyn Adams is at breaking point after her last case resulted in an attempt on her own life. But as she sits in the car about to head home, her phone rings. It’s Robyn’s cousin, Vicky Carter, who she hasn’t seen or heard from in years.

Vicky’s voice cracks down the phone. Her husband, Simon, has been found buried on Golden Sands beach. Desperate to help and determined not to let her last case get the better of her, Robyn returns to the coastal village where she spent summers with Vicky as a child.

Robyn knows that she has let Vicky down in the past and is set on making up for lost time. Throwing herself into the case, she combs through evidence, intent on discovering a lead that will help the local police.

But there is clearly someone who wants Robyn gone. She is convinced someone is watching her and when she begins to receive threatening notes, Robyn knows that she could be risking her life…

But Robyn won’t leave again – she owes it to Vicky to stay.

Fans of Helen Phifer, Gregg Dunnett and Robert Dugoni will love Her Husband’s Grave!


7.  MOONFLOWER MURDERS by Anthony Horowitz 
(due for pub on August 20)

A bestselling crime novel. A labyrinth of clues. A killer with a lot to hide.

Featuring his famous literary detective Atticus Pund and Susan Ryeland, hero of the worldwide bestseller Magpie Murders, a brilliantly intricate and original thriller

Retired publisher Susan Ryeland is running a small hotel on a Greek island with her long-term boyfriend. It should be everything she’s always wanted - but is it?

She’s exhausted with the responsibilities of making everything work on an island where nothing ever does. And she’s beginning to miss her literary life in London.

And then an English couple come to visit, and the story they tell about a murder that took place on the same day and in the same hotel in which their daughter, Cecily, was married is such a strange one that Susan is fascinated by it.

And when they tell her that Cecily has gone missing a few short hours after reading Atticus Pund Takes The Case, a crime-novel Susan edited some years previously, Susan knows she must return to London to find what’s happened.

The clues to the murder and to Cecily’s disappearance must lie within the pages of this novel. 

But what Susan cannot know is that very soon her own life will be in mortal danger …


8.  CRY BABY by Mark Billingham 
(due for pub on July 23)

One of the great series of British crime fiction. 
THE TIMES

Cry Baby is the perfect prequel to send us back to revel in Tom Thornes twenty years. As if we needed reminding how good Mark Billingham is. 
VAL MCDERMID

It's 1996. Detective Sergeant Tom Thorne is a haunted man. Haunted by the moment he ignored his instinct about a suspect, by the horrific crime that followed and by the memories that come day and night, in sunshine and shadow.

So when seven-year-old Kieron Coyne goes missing while playing in the woods with his best friend, Thorne vows he will not make the same mistake again. Cannot.

The solitary witness. The strange neighbour. The friendly teacher. All are in Thorne’s sights.

This case will be the making of him ... or the breaking.

The gripping prequel to Mark Billingham's acclaimed debut, Sleepyhead, Cry Baby is the shocking first case for one of British crime fiction's most iconic detectives.


9.  THE HEATWAVE by Katerina Diamond 
(due for pub on June 25)

One summer. One stranger. One killer …

Two bad things happened that summer: A stranger arrived. And the first girl disappeared.

In the wake of the crime that rocked her community, Felicity fled, knowing more than she let on.

But sixteen years later, her new life is shattered by the news that a second girl has gone missing in her hometown.

Now Felicity must go back, to face the truth about what happened all those years ago.

Only she holds the answers – and they’re more shocking than anyone could imagine.

The heatwave is back. And so is the killer.


10. FIFTY FIFTY by Steve Cavanagh 
(due for pub on September 3)

Two sisters on trial for murder. They accuse each other.

Who do YOU believe?

‘911 what's your emergency?

‘My dads dead. My sister Sofia killed him. She's still in the house. Please send help.

My dads dead. My sister Alexandra killed him. She's still in the house. Please send help.

One of them is a liar and a killer. But which one?


HORROR

1.  EDEN by Tim Lebbon 
(due for pub on June 15)

From the bestselling author of Netflix’s The Silence comes a brand-new horror eco thriller.

In a time when Earth’s rising oceans contain enormous islands of refuse, the Amazon rainforest is all-but destroyed, and countless species edge towards extinction, the Virgin Zones were established in an attempt to combat the change. Off-limits to humanity and given back to nature, these thirteen vast areas of land were intended to become the lungs of the world.

Dylan leads a clandestine team of adventurers into Eden, the oldest of the Zones. Attracted by the challenges and dangers posed by the primal lands, extreme competitors seek to cross them with a minimum of equipment, depending only on their raw skills and courage. Not all survive.

Also in Dylan’s team is his daughter Jenn, and she carries a secret––Kat, his wife who abandoned them both years ago, has entered Eden ahead of them. Jenn is determined to find her mother, but neither she nor the rest of their tight-knit team are prepared for what confronts them. Nature has returned to Eden in an elemental, primeval way. And here, nature is no longer humanity's friend.


ed by James D Jenkins and Ryan Cagle 
(due for pub on December 8)

What if there were a whole world of great horror fiction out there you didn’t know anything about, written by authors in distant lands and in foreign languages, outstanding horror stories you had no access to, written in languages you couldnt read? For an avid horror fan, what could be more horrifying than that?

For this groundbreaking volume, the first of its kind, the editors of Valancourt Books have scoured the world, reading horror stories from dozens of countries in nearly twenty languages, to find some of the best contemporary international horror stories. All the foreign-language stories in this book appear here in English for the first time, while the English-language entries from countries like the Philippines are appearing in print in the US for the first time.

The book includes stories by some of the worlds preeminent horror authors, many of them not yet known in the English-speaking world.


3.  FINAL CUTS ed by Ellen Datlow 
(due for pub on June 2)

Legendary genre editor Ellen Datlow brings together eighteen dark and terrifying original stories inspired by cinema and television. A BLUMHOUSE BOOKS HORROR ORIGINAL.

From the secret reels of a notoriously cursed cinematic masterpiece to the debauched livestreams of modern movie junkies who will do anything for clicks, Final Cuts brings together new and terrifying stories inspired by the many screens we can't peel our eyes away from. Inspired by the rich golden age of the film and television industries as well as the new media present, this new anthology reveals what evils hide behind the scenes and between the frames of our favorite medium. With original stories from a diverse list of some of the best-known names in horror, Final Cuts will haunt you long after the credits roll.

NEW STORIES FROM: Josh Malerman, Chris Golden, Stephen Graham Jones, Garth Nix, Laird Barron, Kelley Armstrong, John Langan, Richard Kadrey, Paul Cornell, Lisa Morton, AC Wise, Dale Bailey, Jeffrey Ford, Cassandra Khaw, Nathan Ballingrud, Gemma Files, Usman T. Malik, and Brian Hodge.


4.  DEVOLUTION by Max Brooks 
(due for pub on June 16, 2020)

As the ash and chaos from Mount Rainier’s eruption swirled and finally settled, the story of the Greenloop massacre has passed unnoticed, unexamined ... until now.

But the journals of resident Kate Holland, recovered from the town’s bloody wreckage, capture a tale too harrowing – and too earth-shattering in its implications – to be forgotten.

In these pages, Max Brooks brings Kate’s extraordinary account to light for the first time, faithfully reproducing her words alongside his own extensive investigations into the massacre and the beasts behind it, once thought legendary but now known to be terrifyingly real.

Kate’s is a tale of unexpected strength and resilience, of humanity’s defiance in the face of a terrible predator’s gaze, and inevitably, of savagery and death.

Yet it is also far more than that.

Because if what Kate Holland saw in those days is real, then we must accept the impossible. We must accept that the creature known as Bigfoot walks among us – and that it is a beast of terrible strength and ferocity.

Part survival narrative, part bloody horror tale, part scientific journey into the boundaries between truth and fiction, this is a Bigfoot story as only Max Brooks could chronicle it – and like none you’ve ever read before.


5.  THE ONLY GOOD INDIANS by Stephen Graham Jones 
(due for pub on July 21)

Adam Nevills The Ritual meets Liane Moriartys Big Little Lies in this atmospheric Gothic literary horror.

Ten years ago, four young men shot some elk then went on with their lives. It happens every year; it’s been happening forever; it’s the way it’s always been. But this time it’s different.

Ten years after that fateful hunt, these men are being stalked themselves. Soaked with a powerful Gothic atmosphere, the endless expanses of the landscape press down on these men - and their children - as the ferocious spirit comes for them one at a time.

The Only Good Indians, charts Nature’s revenge on a lost generation that maybe never had a chance. Cleaved to their heritage, these parents, husbands, sons and Indians, men live on the fringes of a society that has rejected them, refusing to challenge their exile to limbo.


6.  WONDERLAND by Zoje Stage 
(due for pub on July 16)

Shirley Jackson meets The Shining in this richly atmospheric and thrillingly tense new novel from the acclaimed author of the deliciously creepy debut Baby Teeth (New York Post).

One mothers love may be all that stands between her family, an enigmatic presence - and madness.

After years of city life, Orla and Shaw Bennett are ready for the quiet of New York’s Adirondack mountains - or at least, they think they are. Settling into the perfect farmhouse with their two children, they are both charmed and unsettled by the expanse of their land, the privacy of their individual bedrooms, and the isolation of life a mile from any neighbour.

But none of the Bennetts could expect what lies waiting in the woods, where secrets run dark and deep. When something begins to call to the family - from under the earth, beneath the trees, and within their minds - Orla realises she might be the only one who can save them ... if she can find out what this force wants before it’s too late.

With an ending inescapable and deeply satisfying, Wonderland brilliantly blends horror and suspense to probe the boundaries of family, loyalty, love, and the natural world.


7.  THE RESIDENCE by Andrew Pyper 
(due for pub on September 1)

In this gripping and terrifying horror story based on true events, the Presidents late son haunts the White House, breaking the spirit of what remains of the First Family and the divided America beyond the residences walls.

The year is 1853. President-elect Franklin Pierce is traveling with his family to Washington, DC, when tragedy strikes. In an instant, their train runs off the rails, violently flinging passengers about the cabin. But when the great iron machine finally comes to rest, the only casualty is the President-elect’s beloved son, Bennie, which casts Franklin’s presidency in a pall of sorrow and grief.

As Franklin moves into the White House, he begins to notice that something bizarre is happening. Strange sounds coming from the walls and ceiling, creepy voices that seem to echo out of time itself, and visions of spirits crushed under the weight of American history.
                                     
But when First Lady Jane Pierce brings in the most noted Spiritualists of the day, the Fox sisters, for a séance, the barrier between this world and the next is torn asunder. Something horrible comes through and takes up residence alongside Franklin and Jane in the walls of the very mansion itself.

Only by overcoming their grief and confronting their darkest secrets can Jane and Franklin hope to rid themselves - and America - from the entity that seeks to make the White House its permanent home.


8.  BONE HARVEST by James Brogden 
(due for pub on November 17)

From the critically acclaimed author of Heklas Children comes a dark and haunting tale of an ancient cult wreaking bloody havoc on the modern world.

YOU SHALL REAP WHAT YOU SOW

Struggling with the effects of early-onset Alzheimer’s, Dennie Keeling leads a quiet life. Her husband is dead, her children are grown, and her best friend, Sarah, was convicted of murdering her abusive husband. All Dennie wants now is to be left to work her allotment in peace.

But when three strangers take the allotment next to hers, Dennie starts to notice strange things. Plants are flowering well before their time, shadowy figures prowl at night, and she hears strange noises coming from the newcomers’ shed. Dennie soon realises that she is face to face with an ancient evil - but with her Alzheimer’s steadily getting worse, who is going to believe her?


9.  SURVIVOR SONG by Paul Tremblay 
(due for pub on July 7)

A riveting novel of suspense and terror from the Bram Stoker award-winning author of The Cabin at the End of the World and A Head Full of Ghosts.

When it happens, it happens quickly.

New England is locked down, a strict curfew the only way to stem the wildfire spread of a rabies-like virus. The hospitals cannot cope with the infected, as the pathogen’s ferociously quick incubation period overwhelms the state. The veneer of civilisation is breaking down as people live in fear of everyone around them. Staying inside is the only way to keep safe.

But paediatrician Ramola Sherman can’t stay safe, when her friend Natalie calls her husband is dead, she’s eight months pregnant, and she’s been bitten. She is thrust into a desperate race to bring Natalie and her unborn child to a hospital, to try and save both their lives.

Their once familiar home has becoming a violent and strange place, twisted into a barely recognisable landscape. What should have been a simple, joyous journey becomes a brutal trial.


by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan 
(due for pub on August 4)

From the Oscar-winning director of Pan’s Labyrinth, The Shape of Water and Hellboy, and the authors of The Strain comes a new paranormal thriller, X-Files meets Ben Aaronovitch

A horrific crime that defies ordinary explanation.

A rookie FBI agent in dangerous, uncharted territory.

An extraordinary hero for the ages.

Odessa’s life is derailed when she’s forced to turn her gun on her partner, who turns suddenly, inexplicably violent while apprehending a rampaging murderer. The shooting, justified by self-defence, shakes Odessa to her core and she is placed on desk leave pending a full investigation.

But what most troubles her isn’t the tragedy itself – it’s the shadowy presence she thought she saw fleeing the deceased agent’s body after his death.

Questioning her future with the FBI and her sanity, Odessa accepts a low-level assignment to clear out the belongings of a retired agent in the New York office. What she finds there will put her on the trail of a mysterious figure named John Blackwood, a man of enormous means who claims to have been alive for centuries. What he tells her could mean he’s an unhinged lunatic. That, or he’s humanity’s best and only defence against an unspeakable evil that could corrupt even the best of us ...

THRILLER

1.  KILL A STRANGER by Simon Kernick 
(due for pub on November 26)

TO SAVE A LIFE ... COULD YOU TAKE ANOTHER?

Great plots, great characters, great action’ LEE CHILD

Simon Kernick writes with his foot pressed hard on the pedal HARLAN COBEN

You come home to find your wife missing - and the body of a woman you’ve never seen in her place.

A phone in her hand starts to ring. A voice says you have 24 hours to clear your name. 24 hours to save your wife.

But there’s only one way to do it. You must kill someone for them. Someone you’ve never heard of. A complete stranger.

And the clock is ticking ...

Relentless, gripping and full of twists, this is a masterclass in page-turning suspense where nothing is what it seems and no-one is to be trusted.

2.  I FOLLOW YOU – Peter James 
(due for pub on October 1)

From the number one bestselling author, Peter James, comes I Follow You, a nerve-shredding standalone thriller.

To the outside world, suave, charming and confident doctor Marcus Valentine has it all. A loving wife, three kids, a great job. But there’s something missing, there always has been ... or rather, someone ...

Driving to work one morning, his mind elsewhere and not on the road, he almost mows down a female jogger on a crossing. As she runs on, Marcus is transfixed. Infatuated. She is the spitting image of a girl he was crazy about in his teens. A girl he has never been able to get out of his mind.

Lynette had dumped him harshly. For years he has fantasized about seeing her again and rekindling their flame. Might that jogger possibly be her all these years later? Could this be the most incredible coincidence?

Despite all his attempts to resist, he is consumed by cravings for this woman. And when events take a tragically unexpected turn, his obsession threatens to destroy both their worlds. But still he won’t stop. Can’t stop.


3.  THE DIRTY SOUTH by John Connolly 
(due for pub on August 20)

It is 1997, and someone is slaughtering young black women in Burdon County, Arkansas.


But no one wants to admit it, not in the Dirty South.

In an Arkansas jail cell sits a former NYPD detective, stricken by grief. He is mourning the death of his wife and child, and searching in vain for their killer. He cares only for his own lost family.

But that is about to change ...

Witness the becoming of Charlie Parker.


4.  WORSE ANGELS by Laird Barron 
(due for pub on June 11)

Ex-mob enforcer-turned-private investigator Isaiah Coleridge pits himself against a rich and powerful foe when he digs into a possible murder and a sketchy real-estate deal worth billions.

Ex-majordomo and bodyguard to an industrial tycoon-cum-US senator, Badja Adeyemi is in hiding and shortly on his way to either a jail cell or a grave, depending on who finds him first. In his final days as a free man, he hires Isaiah Coleridge to tie up a loose end: the suspicious death of his nephew four years earlier. At the time police declared it an accident, and Adeyemi isn’t sure it wasn’t, but one final look may bring his sister peace.

So it is that Coleridge and his investigative partner, Lionel Robard, find themselves in the upper reaches of New York State, in a tiny town that is home to outsized secrets and an unnerving cabal of locals who are protecting them.

At the epicentre of it all is the site of a stalled supercollider project, an immense subterranean construction that may have an even deeper, more insidious purpose ...


5.  VIRTUALLY DEAD by Peter May 
(due for pub on November 20)

His first life is a disaster ...

2010, South California. Scottish-American crime scene photographer Michael Kapinsky is a mess, six months on from the death of his wife.

His second life is a distraction ...

As a means of coping, he is persuaded to enter the online virtual world of Second Life, to participate in a new kind of group therapy.

Now both are in deadly danger ...

Once there, he discovers a chilling connection between crime scenes he has attended in real life, and scenes depicted in the virtual world.

And when he then uncovers a series of killings, and links them to a lucrative financial scam, Michael finds himself a marked man in both worlds.


6.  THE SHADOW FRIEND – Alex North 
(due for pub on July 9)

The gripping new psychological thriller from the bestselling author of Richard & Judy Book Club pick, The Whisper Man.

The victim was his friend. So was the murderer.

Twenty-five years ago, troubled teenager Charlie Crabtree committed a shocking and unprovoked murder.

For Paul Adams, it’s a day he’ll never forget. He’s never forgiven himself for his part in what happened to his friend and classmate. He’s never gone back home.

But when his elderly mother has a fall, it’s finally time to stop running.

It’s not long before things start to go wrong. A copycat killer has struck, bringing back painful memories. Paul’s mother insists there’s something in the house. And someone is following him . . .

Which reminds him of the most unsettling thing about that awful day twenty-five years ago.

It wasn’t just the murder.

It was the fact that afterwards, Charlie Crabtree was never seen again ...


7.  THE ENGLISHMAN by David Gilman 
(due for pub on July 9)

Penal Colony No. 74, AKA White Eagle, lies some 600 kilometres north of Yekaterinburg in Russia’s Sverdlovskaya Oblast. Imprisoning the country’s most brutal criminals, it is a  winter-ravaged hellhole of death and retribution.

And that’s exactly why the Englishman is there.

Six years ago, Raglan was a soldier in the French Foreign Legion engaged in a hard-fought war on the desert border of Mali and Algeria. Amid black ops teams and competing intelligence agencies, his strike squad was compromised and Raglan himself severely injured.

His war was over, but the deadly aftermath of that day has echoed around the world ever since: the assassination of four Moscow CID officers; kidnap and murder on the suburban streets of West London; the fatal compromise of a long-running MI6 operation.

Raglan can’t avoid the shockwaves. This is personal. It is up to him to finish it – and it ends in Russia’s most notorious penal colony.

But how do you break into a high security prison in the middle of nowhere?

More importantly, how do you get out?


8.  THE GAME by Luca Veste 
(due for pub on November 12)

An edge-of-your-seat thriller that merges the twists of a psychological-mystery with the investigative layers of a procedural . . .

You receive a call, an email, a text – it’s from a person who knows your secret, someone who wants to ruin you.

If you don’t do what they say, they’ll tell everyone what you’ve been hiding. They will come after you, destroy you, and they aren’t afraid to kill.

It’s time to play The Game.



9.  THE HOUSE GUEST by Mark Edwards 
(due for pub on June 3)

A perfect summer. A perfect stranger. A perfect nightmare.

When British twenty-somethings Ruth and Adam are offered the chance to spend the summer housesitting in New York, they can’t say no. Young, in love and on the cusp of professional success, they feel as if luck is finally on their side.

So the moment that Eden turns up on the doorstep, drenched from a summer storm, it seems only right to share a bit of that good fortune. Beautiful and charismatic, Eden claims to be a friend of the homeowners, who told her she could stay whenever she was in New York.

They know you’re not supposed to talk to strangers—let alone invite them into your home—but after all, Eden’s only a stranger until they get to know her.

As suspicions creep in that Eden may not be who she claims to be, they begin to wonder if they’ve made a terrible mistake…

The House Guest is the chilling new psychological thriller from the three million copy bestselling author of Here to Stay and Follow You Home.


10.  DEAD TO HER by Sarah Pinborough 
(due for pub on June 10)

Something old …

When Marcie met Jason Maddox, she couldn’t believe her luck. Becoming Jason’s second wife catapulted her into the elite world of high society. But underneath the polite, old money manners, she knows she’ll always be an outsider, and her hard-won life hangs by a thread.
  
Something new …

Then Jason’s widowed boss brings back a new wife from his trip to London. Young, beautiful, reckless – nobody can take their eyes off Keisha. Including Jason.
  
Something you can never, ever undo …

Marcie refuses to be replaced so easily. People would kill for her life of luxury. What will Marcie do to keep it?


JUST PLAIN DARK

1.  THE INVENTION OF SOUND by Chuck Palahniuk 
(due for pub on September 3)

Chuck Palahniuk returns with the chilling tale, in classic Palahniuk tradition, of a father in search of his daughter, a young woman witha secret, and a malicious recording that can make the whole world scream at the exact same time.

Private detective Foster Gates is a father is in search of his missing daughter, and sound engineer Mitzi harbours a secret that may help him solve the case. It’s Mitzi’s job to create the dubbed screams used in horror films and action movies. She’s the best at what she does.

But what no one in Hollywood knows is the screams Mitzi produces are harvested from the real, horror-filled, blood-chilling screams of people in their death throes. This is  a technique first employed by Mitzi’s father and one she continues on in his memory, a deeply conflicted serial killer compelled beyond her understanding to honour her father’s chilling legacy.

Soon Foster finds himself on Mitzi’s trail. And in pursuit of her dark art, Mitzi realizes she’s created the perfect scream, one that compels anyone who hears it to mirror the sound as long as they listen to it, a highly contagious seismic event with the potential to bring the country to its knees.


2.  THE HOUSE OF WHISPERS by Laura Purcell 
(due for pub on June 9)

A new Gothic Victorian tale from Laura Purcell, set on the atmospheric Cornish coast in a rambling house by the sea in which a maid cares for a mute old woman with a mysterious past, alongside her superstitious staff.

Consumption has ravaged Louise Pinecroft’s family, leaving her and her father alone and heartbroken. But Dr Pinecroft has plans for a revolutionary experiment: convinced that sea air will prove to be the cure his wife and children needed, he arranges to house a group of prisoners suffering from the disease in the caves beneath his new Cornish home. While he devotes himself to his controversial medical trials, Louise finds herself increasingly discomfited by the strange tales her new maid tells of the fairies that hunt the land, searching for those they can steal away to their realm.

Forty years later, Hester arrives at Morvoren House to take up a position as nurse to the now partially paralyzed and mute Miss Pinecroft. Hester has fled to Cornwall to try to escape her past, but surrounded by superstitious staff enacting bizarre rituals, she soon discovers her new home may be just as dangerous as her last.




3.  THE ANTHILL by Julianne Pachico
(due for pub on June 16)

Linda returns to Colombia after twenty years away. Sent to England after her mother’s death when she was eight, she’s searching for the person who can tell her what’s happened in the time that has passed. Matty - Linda’s childhood confidant, her best friend - now runs a refuge called The Anthill for the street kids of Medellin. But her long-anticipated reunion with him is struck by tension. Memory is fallible, and Linda discovers that everyone has a version of the past that is very, very different.

‘International in scope, profoundly human in its concerns, it feels like just the kind of novel we need in unsettling times.’ 
Laird Hunt


4.  MEXICAN GOTHIC by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
(due for pub on June 30)

The acclaimed author of Gods of Jade and Shadow returns with a mesmerising feminist re-imagining of Gothic fantasy, in which a young socialite discovers the haunting secrets of a beautiful old mansion in 1950s Mexico.

He is trying to poison me. You must come for me, Noemí. You have to save me.

When glamorous socialite Noemí Taboada receives a frantic letter from her newly-wed cousin begging to be rescued from a mysterious doom, it’s clear something is desperately amiss. Catalina has always had a flair for the dramatic, but her claims that her husband is poisoning her and her visions of restless ghosts seem remarkable, even for her.

Noemí’s chic gowns and perfect lipstick are more suited to cocktail parties than amateur sleuthing, but she immediately heads to High Place, a remote mansion in the Mexican countryside, determined to discover what is so affecting her cousin.

Tough and smart, she possesses an indomitable will, and she is not afraid: not of her cousin’s new husband, who is both menacing and alluring; not of his father, the ancient patriarch who seems to be fascinated by Noemí; and not of the house itself, which begins to invade Noemi’s dreams with visions of blood and doom.

Her only ally in this inhospitable abode is the family’s youngest son. Shy and gentle, he seems to want to help, but might also be hiding dark knowledge of his family’s past. For there are many secrets behind the walls of High Place. The family’s once colossal wealth and faded mining empire kept them from prying eyes, but as Noemí digs deeper she unearths stories of violence and madness. 

And Noemí, mesmerized by the terrifying yet seductive world of High Place, may soon find it impossible to leave this enigmatic house behind ...


5.  THE QUICKENING by Rhiannon Ward 
(due for pub on August 20)

An infamous seance. A house burdened by grief. A secret that can no longer stay buried.

England, 1925. Louisa Drew lost her husband in the First World War and her six-year-old twin sons in the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918. Newly re-married and seven months pregnant, Louisa is asked by her employer to travel to Clewer Hall in Sussex to photograph the contents of the house for auction. Desperate for money after falling on hard times, she accepts the commission.

On arrival, she learns Clewer Hall was host to an infamous séance in 1896, the consequences of which still haunt the family. Before the Clewers leave England for good, the lady of the house has asked those who attended the original séance to recreate the evening. Louisa soon becomes embroiled in the strange happenings of the house, unravelling the long-held secrets of what happened that night thirty years before ... and discovers that her own fate is entwined with Clewer Hall’s.

An exquisitely crafted mystery that invites the reader into the crumbling Clewer Hall to help unlock its secrets alongside the unforgettable Louisa Drew.



6.  THESE WOMEN by Ivy Pochoda 
(due for pub on November 5)

These Women is full of resilient and undaunted characters that society often doesnt give a second look to. But Ivy Pochoda does and in these pages she gives us the small story that grows so large in meaning and emotion as to transcend genre. It tells us how to look at ourselves and at what is important.’ 
Michael Connelly

The dancer. The mother. The cop. The artist. The wife.

These women live by countless unspoken rules. How to dress; who to trust; which streets are safe and which are not. The rules grow out of a kaleidoscope of fear, anguish, power, loss and hope. Maybe it is only these rules which keep them alive.

When their neighbourhood is rocked by two murders, the careful existence these women have built for themselves begins to crumble.

Pochoda turns grief, suffering and loss into art, crafting a literary thriller that is no less compelling for its deep emotional resonance. 
Vogue


7.  LONG BRIGHT RIVER by Liz Moore 
(due for pub on December 31)

Kensington Ave, Philadelphia:

The first place you go for drugs or sex.
The last place you want to look for your sister.

Mickey Fitzpatrick has been patrolling the 24th District for years. She knows most of the working women by name. She knows what desperation looks like and what people will do when they need a fix. She’s become used to finding overdose victims: their numbers are growing every year. But every time she sees someone sprawled out, slumped over, cold to the touch, she has to pray it’s not her sister, Kacey.

When the bodies of murdered sex workers start turning up on the Ave, the Chief of Police is keen to bury the news. They’re not the kind of victims that generate a whole lot of press anyway. But Mickey is obsessed, dangerously so, with finding the perpetrator - before Kacey becomes the next victim.


8.  THIRTEEN STOREYS by Jonathan Sims 
(due for pub on November 26)

A chilling thriller that’s perfect for fans of Get Out and The Haunting of Hill House.

A dinner party is held in the penthouse of a multimillion-pound development. All the guests are strangers - even to their host, the billionaire owner of the building.

None of them know why they were selected to receive his invitation. Besides a postcode, they share only one thing in common - they’ve all experienced an unsettling occurrence within the building’s walls.

By the end of the night, their host is dead, and none of the guests will say what happened.

His death remains one of the biggest unsolved mysteries - until now.


9.  SISTERS by Daisy Johnson 
(due for pub on August 13)

Something unspeakable has happened to sisters July and September.

Desperate for a fresh start, their mother Sheela moves them across the country to an old family house that has a troubled life of its own. Noises come from behind the walls. Lights flicker of their own accord. Sleep feels impossible, dreams are endless.

In their new, unsettling surroundings, July finds that the fierce bond she’s always had with September – forged with a blood promise when they were children – is beginning to change in ways she cannot understand.

Taut, transfixing and profoundly moving, Sisters explodes with the fury and joy of adolescence. It is a story of sibling love and sibling envy to rival Shirley Jackson and Stephen King. With Sisters, Daisy Johnson confirms her standing among the most inventive and exciting young writers at work today.


10. THE RETURN by Rachel Harrison 
(due for pub on September 10)

Her best friend disappeared. A stranger came back.

Julie is missing, and no one believes she will ever return-except Elise. Elise knows Julie better than anyone. She feels it in her bones that her best friend is out there and that one day Julie will come back.

She’s right. Two years to the day that Julie went missing, she reappears with no memory of where she’s been or what happened to her.

Along with Molly and Mae, their two close friends from college, the women decide to reunite at a remote inn. But the second Elise sees Julie, she knows something is wrong: she’s emaciated, with sallow skin and odd appetites. And as the weekend unfurls, it becomes impossible to deny that the Julie who vanished two years ago is not the same Julie who came back. But then who - or what - is she?

An eerie storm of a debut that fuses thriller and horror into a brilliant depiction of women’s friendships - the rivalries, jealousies, anxieties and love.



THRILLERS, CHILLERS, SHOCKERS AND KILLERS …

An ongoing series of reviews of dark fiction (crime, thriller, horror and sci-fi) – both old and new – that I have recently read and enjoyed. I’ll endeavour to keep the SPOILERS to a minimum; there will certainly be no given-away denouements or exposed twists-in-the-tail, 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 (I’ll outline the plot first, and follow it with my opinions) … so I guess if you’d rather not know anything at all about these pieces of work in advance of reading them yourself, then these particular posts will not be your thing.


by MJ Arlidge (2019)

Outline
It’s an ordinary day in the life of Justin Lanning, a successful South Coast businessman. Until, out of the blue, he receives a phone call telling him that he has one hour to live. Unnerved, but treating it as a cruel joke, Lanning goes about his business … and the next morning is found strangled.

Detective Inspector Helen Grace, the Southampton Major Incident Team’s on-call SIO, cops for the assignment, and immediately takes charge with her usual efficiency.

All Fall Down is the ninth novel to date in MJ Arlidge’s popular detective series, but almost immediately in this tale, the motorbike-riding heroine finds that things aren’t running quite as smoothly as they normally would.

To start with, her best friend and very able deputy, DS Charlene ‘Charlie’ Brooks, is heavily pregnant and not quite the force of nature she normally is. At the same time, Grace, though famous for forging her own somewhat bull-headed path in life (despite suffering occasional bouts of depression) has recently entered a relationship with another of her underlings, tough guy DS Joe Hudson, whom not everyone else on the team trusts, and which puts a slight distance between herself and the others.

As if that isn’t problem enough, the case quickly becomes more complex and disturbing than she anticipated. To start with, this isn’t the first time Lanning has been attacked. Eight years earlier, he was one of a group of five teenagers abducted and tortured by a weird, sadistic loner called Alan King, who, even though it all happened in King’s bleak moorland cottage, has never been brought to book for the crime.

The incident, which saw the youngsters get lost while orienteering for the Duke of Edinburgh Award, and then be imprisoned and brutally mistreated in the reclusive nutcase’s filthy cellar, one of them dying in the process, was a major story at the time, and yet never resolved. King is still believed to be at liberty somewhere, and, when other members of the group are also murdered, once again after having been informed beforehand that they have only one hour to live, the obvious assumption is that the madman has returned from his self-imposed anonymity to finish off the rest. This horrifying possibility attracts wholesale media attention, one journalist in particular, Emilia Garanita, determined to find a big scoop and constantly dogging Helen Grace’s heels.

Grace herself, a hard-headed realist, might not be inclined to believe the sensationalist theory, except that another of the survivors, Maxine Pryce, has since become a writer and is soon to publish her own literary account of the original atrocity.

The increasingly stressed DI doesn’t want to admit it, and continues to keep an open mind (when she isn’t being distracted by the progressively more troubling changes in her private life – there are certainly things about Hudson that are starting to bother her!) but it seems increasingly possible that Pryce’s forthcoming book might well have provoked a response from King and that he has indeed re-emerged, firstly to torment his chosen group of victims by telephone, and then to kill each one of them at their appointed time … 

Review
On reflection, there were three specific things about All Fall Down that I found most satisfying.

The lead character, Helen Grace, is very far from being a cliché. As a motorbike-riding female cop, who has attained dominant status in what is still largely a man’s world, it would be too easy to portray her as a kind of non-superpowered Jessica Jones, leather-clad, effing and jeffing with the best of them, crime-fighting as an escape from a car crash lovelife and, of course, kicking ass everywhere she goes.

But MJ Arlidge’s police heroine, for whom, as already mentioned, this is the ninth outing, has always been far more grounded in reality. Yes, she’s had to tough her way to DI, and it has cost her. She’s long been a loner, especially when it comes to romance, but she’s where she is because she’s a skilled and thorough investigator, not because she fights like a man, takes terrifying risks that no police force in real life would reward, or because she has endless public spats with the boss despite the pair of them being secret best buddies.

And the realism goes even further than that. Grace’s lonely lifestyle is not a tale of drunken self-pity in some grotty flat that no one in the right mind would ever want to visit, eating hotdogs for breakfast, lunch and tea, with a phone that never rings unless it’s work. There are one or two slight abnormalities, granted, but these are rather personal and don’t really manifest in All Fall Down. Otherwise, it’s a normal, lower-middle class existence, Grace still working lots of hours, but taking time for herself and getting on well enough with her team to socialise when they’re off duty.

What’s more, Grace’s ‘ordinary person’ persona works particularly well in the context of this book. She’s facing an unknown psychopath, who is organised and efficient and, within a couple of pages of the narrative commencing, looks highly likely to become the English South Coast’s next serial killer.

This is a superior kind of enemy – what you might call ‘serious opposition’ – though in the world of Helen Grace, he/she must still be tackled the proper way. So, you know you’re not going to get exhausting and implausible action sequences. You know that this case, no matter how hellish it becomes, no matter how desirous of revenge our protagonists feel, will be investigated steadily and methodically and always within the confines of the law, because that’s the way it would happen in real life. But that doesn’t mean that this procedure-based response won’t be stretched to its ultimate extremes by the horrific nature of the killer, not to mention the mystery that surrounds him or her, which makes it all the more compelling a story.

This brings me to the second thing that I really liked about All Fall Down: the nature of the foe.

MJ Arlidge’s tenth book is a crime novel through and through, but the premise at its heart skates along the edge of horror. The main story here is dark enough: the idea that your killer will call to warn you exactly one hour before he/she strikes, and still manage to pull it off. But the back-story is darker still.

The kidnapping of a gang of children while alone on a wintry moorland, while striving for the Duke of Edinburgh Award, strikes a nightmarish note. If it were to happen in real life, it would be the headline of the month in most countries. The fact that one of the kids is then mercilessly killed, the abductor seemingly intent on doing the same to all the others as well, makes it even more chilling.

Grace, as a realist, doesn’t automatically leap to the conclusion that the terrible events of today are an encore to this savage melodrama of the past, but as the evidence leans increasingly towards that, the full potential of what this would actually mean becomes evident. Namely, that a deranged murderer – a vicious ambush-predator who up until a decade ago had somehow managed to hide his dark light under a bushel – launched a murderous attack on a bunch of the most vulnerable without any provocation, and then evaded justice and was able to lie low for years, watching those who got away (maybe from a distance, maybe from close up, who knows?), just waiting for the spark that would reignite his mania all over again.

And yet, all the way through, we are reminded that this is only one of several possibilities. Suppose the killer is someone else? Even then, surely it must be connected to the events of the past? But what if it isn’t? What if the twisted motivations here are something else entirely? 

This is way more than a routine mystery, the grim back-story as good a nail on which to hang a taut police thriller as any I’ve come across. It’s high concept from start to finish, Arlidge working it for everything he can, but at the same time cleverly making it appear that something which surely could only occur in a movie is genuinely happening in this very authentic world.

This is wonderful stuff, edge-of-the-seat scariness abutting constantly with the frustrations and uncertainties that bedevil real life major investigations, and all the while, of course, with the ticking clock factor in the background. Whoever our antagonist is, they are determined to work their way through the entire gang of survivors, and yet remain confident enough to warn them all in advance. I’ve certainly never seen that done before in a thriller. The thought alone makes your skin crawl and adds a whole new level of horror to the proceedings.

The third thing that really won me over to All Fall Down was the presence in Helen Grace’s life of Joseph Hudson, a rugged, handsome DS, not necessarily an old-school brawler, but an impulsive door-kicker all the same, and an energised, athletic guy who you can imagine would make the perfect foil for our heroine in matters of love as well as work.

Has she at last found the ideal partner? It would seem so. Except that something isn’t quite right about this relationship, and it takes close friends to start picking up on this before Grace does. Isn’t this bloke a bit too good to be true? Why doesn’t he talk much about his past? He likes taking the lead and yet it doesn’t always pan out. Are his instincts good, or totally awry?

Again, Arlidge uses subtlety to introduce these doubts, gradually but steadily creating a whole new battlefront for Grace to engage on, which in a case like this is the last thing she needs.

All Fall Down is another great piece of work from MJ Arlidge, proper cop stuff alternating with an unfolding nightmare of ruthless and ingenious criminality. The gripping plot, clean and concise writing style, and very short chapters only help make this one of those perfect poolside page-flippers (here’s hoping we all manage to get to a pool some time this summer).

As always now, in my own inimitable and ridiculous fashion, I’m going to try and cast All Fall Down in the event it attracts TV attention. Just a bit of fun, of course. Were we to be fortunate enough to see Helen Grace hit the screen, any series would most likely start with the first book in the series, Eeny Meeny, instead. But hell, let’s give it a go anyway.
 
DI Helen Grace – Michelle Dockery
DS Joseph Hudson – Brian Gleeson
DS Charlie Brooks – Lashana Lynch
Emilia Garanita – Romola Garai
Maxine Pryce – Elizabeth Debicki
DSU Grace Simmons – Amanda Ryan
Fran Ward – Emma Rigby

Monday, 18 May 2020

Why I won't be writing about the lockdown


… in the near future.

I have to add that caveat because you can never say ‘never’ in any aspect of life. Though for the moment I’m firm. This will be the main gist of today’s chat. In addition to that, however, I’ll update you on where we’re at with my forthcoming new novel, ONE EYE OPEN, and, in reflection of our current dark and silent streets – where in the minds of many, violent criminals are running amok – I offer a detailed review and discussion of a crime classic, Michael Connelly’s astonishing Harry Bosch debut, THE BLACK ECHO.

If you’re only here for the Harry Bosch chit-chat, that’s fine. As always, you’ll find it at the lower end of today’s blogpost. Feel free to pop down there straight away and have your say. However, if you’ve got a little more time to spare, here’s the latest on …

One Eye Open

Thus far, my new novel is still in the pipeline for an August release. I’m loving this cover, which for once actually encapsulates a scene from the novel, and I can now reveal the blurb that will appear on the back of the book. 

I won’t say too much more about it at present, except that it’s a free-standing crime thriller set in the leafy southeast of England, where far too many gangsters (both homegrown and otherwise) are getting comfy, and brings in a new set of hardbitten police characters who are determined to bring justice back to the neighbourhood.

But enough from me. Time to let my publishers, Orion, do the talking ...

If the lies don't kill you, the truth will

An electrifying, high-octane thrill ride; the new must-read standalone from a Sunday Times bestseller. You won’t be able to tear yourself away! Dark, gritty and always at the edge of your seat, this unforgettable new outing from master-craftsman, Paul Finch, will appeal to fans of Stuart MacBride, Mari Hannah and Alex Cross.

YOU CAN RUN

A high-speed crash leaves a man and woman clinging to life. Neither of them carries ID. Their car has fake number plates. In their luggage: a huge amount of cash.

Who are they? What are they hiding?

And what were they running from?

YOU CAN HIDE

DS Lynda Hagen, once a brilliant detective, gave it all up to raise her family.

But something about this case reignites a spark in her...

BUT YOU’LL ALWAYS SLEEP WITH...

What begins as an investigation soon becomes an obsession. And it will lead her to a secret so dangerous that soon there will be nowhere left to hide.

ONE EYE OPEN

***

And now, on a gloomier note …

Writing up the lockdown

I’ve recently been fascinated to hear that several editors and agents of my acquaintance have put it online that at present they aren’t interested in lockdown-based novels. Clearly, this suggests that they are being hit with a number of pitches set during this crisis.

On the face of it, this doesn’t surprise me at all. It’s certainly a strange new experience that we’ve all been plunged into, and I’m not just talking about the sight of animals suddenly feeling free to wander our city streets again (though that in itself is an eye-opener and surely worth a book of some sort).

Last Friday night, I took my daily exercise by walking down into Wigan town centre at around 9.30pm. 

To describe the place as a ‘ghost town’ would be under-selling it. Streets that would normally be throbbing with nightlife were silent and pitch-dark. Out here in the provinces we are used to seeing our shops boarded, our arcades permanently shuttered. But our pubs? Our restaurants? Our fast food vendors? At that time of the week, there’d normally be crowds of revellers on every street-corner. But on this occasion, quite literally, there was no one anywhere. And all the time I was out – all told, for about three hours – perhaps one or two cars passed me by. The eeriness of it was tangible.

But if I thought the streets of the town were strangely bereft, how different it was again whenever I veered through parks and finally headed into the woods near my own home. Now, these places wouldn’t be bouncing even on a normal Friday night, but I was still in Wigan, in the heart of Greater Manchester, and yet, with the ambient noise of distant traffic completely absent, I could have been in the New Forest or the Lake District or the Highlands of Scotland.

It was just me, alone amid acres of deep, shadow-filled thickets, over the top of which arched an early summer night-sky ablaze with constellations I hadn’t seen so clearly for many a long year, if ever. Again though, the blanketing silence was so oppressive that enjoyment remained elusive. The odd twinkle of lamplight from a suburban avenue or someone’s back window might penetrate the lattice of branches and leaves, but it added no comfort because there were no sounds of life to accompany it.

No, I’m not at all surprised that some thriller and horror writers are looking to utilise this strange and unearthly experience we’re all sharing – at least as a background, if not the main story.

One bane of our thriller writer lives in the modern age has been the advent of personal technology. You’re rarely alone (and therefore rarely in danger) these days because you don’t need to find a working payphone to call for help. In fact, most of us don’t just carry around the capability to contact others, but the capability to film crimes as they occur, to photograph suspects and even covertly record suspicious conversations. But it doesn’t feel like that at present. Because no one knows from one minute to the next how effectively the emergency services will be able to respond.

Will our overstretched police force rush out to incidents they may consider to be of lesser importance – such as reports of prowlers, or weird noises in a back alley, or a distant scream that may not necessarily have been a vixen on heat – but which to the average citizen, especially alone at night, might be of serious concern? How quickly can we receive medical help if we need it? Will a doctor or nurse even be able to see you if you’re in a state of shock because you’ve had a bad fright?

All these questions, and others like them, have potentially made the lockdown a prime hunting ground for writers whose main job is to scare their readers.

But I have to say – and this is NOT A CRITICISM of those who are seriously considering this – I’m not among them.

There is no doubt that, however this thing ends, it’s been an event we will all remember for the rest of our lives, with varying degrees of pain and sadness. It’s certainly not something any of us will forget, even if we want to try.

The news media have had a field day of course. This is by far the largest story that any of them have ever covered and probably ever will, and they are determined to milk it for everything they can. All of a sudden, everyone on television is an expert. We’ve had anchor men and women making all kinds of apocalyptic statements like ‘this is the new normal’ or ‘we need to adapt to a new world’.

But you know … they might be correct. Even a broken watch is right twice a day.

And that’s one of the most frightening things to me. Are we seriously saying that for the rest of time, or at least the rest of our lives, close social interaction between human beings will not be viable? Frankly, it doesn’t bear thinking about. Will markets, nightclubs, cruise ships and public swimming pools really become things of the past? Do people of a certain age see no future at all where they aren’t confined in their own homes?

It’s certainly the case that there’ll be changes of some sort and that we won’t like them.

I can’t speak for other authors, and would never be so arrogant as to try, but for all these reasons I’m seeing little in the lockdown to get creatively excited about. Partly, it’s because I have to enjoy what I’m writing, even if the subject-matter is traumatic and terrible – in fact usually, the more traumatic and terrible it is, the better I like it. But I write fiction, so when something traumatic and terrible is happening in real life, it’s another matter entirely.

The other thing is that, as I’ve already intimated, we can’t second-guess what the world will be like when the lockdown is over. We’ve already mentioned that there may be significant changes (alternatively, there may be none at all, but at present we’ve no clue). I’m certainly not the only writer I know who is worried that his/her output of fiction thus far may have become irrelevant this last couple of months because it now refers to a different experience of life. Up to very recently, nearly all of us have been writing about a world that had barely heard about the Coronovirus, about societies that couldn’t imagine lockdowns or social distancing.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that we’ll never get back to normal. But even our health experts can’t predict things with any certainty. So, for this reason as well, I’m finding it very difficult dredging up any enthusiasm to write about this disaster.

Am I saying that, as a writer, I’ll never go there ever?

Most definitely not. If complete normality does return, this calamity might eventually be looked back on as nothing more than an ugly blip in the ongoing progress of all our lives. In that case, it may in due course become the perfect nail on which to hang some dark and dangerous stories. But until that time, as long as COVID-19 remains an ongoing tragedy, with thousands of more people dying each week than we are used to, medical staff worked to the bone, and so many of us trapped in our own homes, or facing unemployment or the collapse of the businesses we’ve worked so hard to build, it’ll remain a no-go area for me.

Again, though … this is NOT a criticism of those who are willing to give it a whirl. Everyone is their own person, we are all different, and as I mentioned, there are very understandable reasons why a few of us might be prepared to get stuck in straight away.


THRILLERS, CHILLERS, SHOCKERS AND KILLERS …

An ongoing series of reviews of dark fiction (crime, thriller, horror and sci-fi) – both old and new – that I have recently read and enjoyed. I’ll endeavour to keep the SPOILERS to a minimum; there will certainly be no given-away denouements or exposed twists-in-the-tail, 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 (I’ll outline the plot first, and follow it with my opinions) … so I guess if you’d rather not know anything at all about these pieces of work in advance of reading them yourself, then these particular posts will not be your thing.

THE BLACK ECHO by Michael Connelly (1992)

Outline
Hieronymous ‘Harry’ Bosch is an astute, hard-working detective with a sharp eye and a mean-as-sin attitude, not just with the crims, but even with his fellow cops if they aren’t doing the job properly. On top of that he’s well known in his native Los Angeles, having closed some high profile cases and even seeing some of his exploits fictionalised in a pacy TV show (as a result of which he was able to acquire himself an enviable pad high in the Hollywood hills). He ought to be one of the stars of the LAPD’s elite Robbery-Homicide Division, but there are more than a few strikes against him.

First of all, he speaks his mind, even to the brass. Secondly, he likes to go it alone, taking chances and following leads even if the rest of the team aren’t up to speed, his personal safety a secondary consideration. Thirdly, and most recently, he uncharacteristically used excessive force in his pursuit of ‘the Dollmaker’, a serial killer whose grotesque, crypto-artistic depredations had the whole city terrified. Having shot the guy dead while he was unarmed, Bosch was bound to come under the microscope, but in the highly politicised world of the LAPD’s higher ranks – where the unashamed jockeying for position is an embarrassing art-form all of its own – it was the perfect opportunity to divest the department of a loose cannon, hence Harry was busted down to Hollywood Homicide, where he would be safely out of the public eye.

Bosch is a professional, though, and gets on with the job, and when sent to check out a body found in a drainage pipe near the Mulholland Dam, he doesn’t share everyone else’s casual assumption that this is just another junkie who’s OD’d, even though the body is that of Billy Meadows, a known heroin addict who has died with a hypo in his arm. Harry doesn’t merely call on his basic detective skills to deduce that Meadows was murdered, he also recognises the victim personally.

A Vietnam vet, Bosch was once part of an infantry unit whose speciality was underground infiltration, pursuing the Viet Cong through their limitless networks of tunnels. Meadows was part of the same outfit, which, given that his corpse was dumped in a tunnel, is surely no coincidence.

This is not a comfortable time for Bosch, evoking memories of the Vietnam War, which he’s never really been able to bury deep enough, but more worrying still, the so-called ‘Black Echo’. This was the coronary-inducing terror the ‘tunnel rats’ used to suffer when crawling on all fours in pursuit of their foes through the midnight labyrinth of the jungle underworld. Its return to the forefront of his memory makes everything a lot harder, not just for Bosch, but for all those in his company.

Inevitably though, he elicits little sympathy from the top floor, Lieutenant Harvey ‘Ninety-Eight’ Pounds supportive but only to a superficial degree, Deputy-Chief Irvin Irving uninterested in anything that doesn’t make him look good and particularly untrusting of a non-team-player like Bosch. The net-result is that two ambitious but highly prejudiced IA officers, Detectives Lewis and Clarke, are put on Bosche’s tail, and even when his enquiry leads him to a 10-month-old bank heist pulled off by a team who tunnelled into the vault, which sees him hooking up with a specialist anti-robbery FBI unit, these bloodhounds won’t give him a minute’s rest.

Even the FBI alliance proves problematic. LA Bureau boss, John Rourke, is okay man-to-man but irritatingly by-the-book where Harry is concerned, while Special Agent Eleanor Wish, whom he’s partnered with, while initially antagonistic to him for his solitary attitude (and habitual chain-smoking!), eventually comes to like him, but remains an enigma (and a beautiful one to boot!), and it doesn’t at all help that Bosch finds himself irresistibly attracted to her.

Needless to say, nothing about this investigation is going to be anything like as straightforward, routine or danger-free as was initially imagined …

Review
It may seem vaguely ridiculous to be reviewing The Black Echo now, when, over the 28 years since its first publication, it’s grown exponentially into a world-famous 21-book series. But in case you were wondering where the whole Harry Bosch saga started, this might be of interest.

To begin with, Bosch is in so many ways the quintessential loner cop, though he wasn’t the first. Even back in 1992, Dirty Harry predated him by over 20 years. But the most interesting thing about the Harry Bosch story is that it’s all set within a convincing LAPD environment. He doesn’t go around remorselessly shooting people anyway, so there was never a chance he’d come to match Harry Callahan’s scorecard, but even if he was inclined to, in this carefully structured, very authentic world he wouldn’t be allowed to get anywhere close to it.

The one or two shootings he is responsible for see all kinds of departmental and disciplinary fallout, and even though one of the victims is a proven serial killer, it complicates Bosch’s life and career no end.

Former Los Angeles Times crime reporter, Michael Connelly is quite determined from the outset that his hardboiled hero is going to wend his ‘lone wolf’ path through as realistic a law enforcement world as possible, with all the attendant difficulties that will create. Near enough every unit in the Los Angeles police is thus brought to our attention. Reconstructed in intricate detail, not just in terms of its function, personnel and position in the pyramid of power, but also in terms of how it feels and looks. The stresses and strains between these departments are made crystal clear, while all protocols and procedures are outlined in depth and there is a whole load of cop lingo, including an exhaustive range of abbreviations, which not every reader has appreciated, though again I personally feel that it adds to the novel’s credibility.

It’s pretty much the same with the way Connelly, a native Philadelphian, treats Los Angeles, running us around the city a lot, using real streets and neighbourhoods, and completely catching the mood and atmosphere of this sun-soaked but schizophrenic metropolis. In this regard alone, there is much superb descriptive writing on show, scenic LA sunsets over streets buzzing with disorderly nightlife, high, heat-hazed views of Universal Studios alternating with claustrophobic journeys through a maze-like underworld where junkies sleep amid spent needles and the city’s shit flows in rivers.

So, okay. We’ve thus far got a warts-and-all police guidebook and a picturesque LA travelogue. But does it work as a thriller?

Well, don’t worry. No one’s going to mistake The Black Echo for anything else, or for not being a genuine classic of its kind.

In addition to the realistic backdrop, there is all sorts here that you’d expect to find in any and every fictionalised account of American crime-fighting. For example, no maverick cop would be complete if he didn’t have a terrible family background (orphanned in Bosch’s case, after his prostitute mother was murdered!), if he didn’t give lip to his supervisors, if the top brass didn’t mistrust him and subsequently if there wasn’t a posse of incompetent IA guys constantly trying to find ways to bring him down. We’ve got all that, as well as the high-falutin ambitions of the LAPD upper echelons, who are constantly seeking to outwit each other in their quest to be Mayor. The Feds, meanwhile, as is also often the case, are portrayed as well-resourced but unwelcome interlopers who are never really rated by real cops because they haven’t worked the streets.

It could be argued, and indeed has been, that this is a whole clutch of modern-day cop thriller cliches, which, no matter how well it all hangs together, hits us with nothing new. But none of this spoiled it for me. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that if it did spoil it for you, what else were you expecting?

So bureaucratic is the real-world law enforcement machine in the West, especially with prosecutors (the DA’s Office in Bosch, another group of slick individuals who’ve rarely, if ever, been close to the action) now so deeply embedded in it that you can’t imagine there’d be much to get excited about day-to-day. Everything’s a team effort and by the book, the whole thing cloaked in health and safety considerations and politically correct minutiae.

Seriously, guys, where’s the fun in that when you’re looking at fiction?

Bosch himself is a more intriguing character than usual. Yes, he’s the hero, but he’s also pretty spiky. And he really doesn’t suffer fools lightly, not even allowing for junior cops’ inexperience. At times, he’s not even remotely likeable, even aggravating the reader (especially when he cuts so much slack to his partner, Jerry Edgar, who, double-hatting as a real estate man, is mostly more interested in selling houses than in making cases against villains). But again, for me this is a hint of the real. Nobody’s perfect, Bosch least of all.

His background as a Vietnam ‘tunnel rat’, though you know it’s going to play into the story, certainly adds to his character, giving him a grim and fatalistic air, but also a dogged attitude to work, which only complements his street-knowledge and well-honed analytical skills. Detective is one of the most difficult and demanding roles in police-work, but Harry Bosch feels like he was made-to-measure for the part; an outsider, yes, but just the kind of humourless and sharply observant guy you’d want investigating when complex and dangerous scenarios like this one come along. 

All in all, Harry Bosch was, and still is, one of the most compelling characters in police fiction. Yes, he may in some ways be an archetype – hardbitten to the core, deeply misunderstood and completely unconcerned by it – but he’s still one of the best realised and makes for an excellent morally upstanding hero.

It’s difficult to advise this now, the Harry Bosch series being as old and well-established as it is. But if you’re about to start on it, go back first to the pre-high tech world of The Black Echo. It combines action, intelligence and frank, hardcore cop stuff, and though tightly and tautly written, is readable to the nth degree. It’s easily one of the best of its kind. 

There’ll be no amateur casting session for an imaginary movie version this week, as Prime’s Bosch TV series has been running since 2014, cutting and rewriting many narratives to suit a new era, but maintaining the Neo-noir tone and atmosphere all the way through, its star, Titus Welliver (pictured right), inhabiting the lead’s hoary old mantle like a second skin.

(Today’s images come to us as follows: Empty Westminster is courtesy of award-winning photographer, Robert Tinothy, the gloomy cobbled street is from Sai Krishan's blog, The Resplendent Life, the dark wood is by Rosie Fraser,  the abandoned swimming pool by Freistellen).

Tuesday, 5 May 2020

True terror tales from an island of mystery


We’ve been graced with some pleasing weather throughout most of this lockdown, which in some ways is adding insult to injury, I suppose. We’re now approaching early summer and the time when so many of us would normally be thinking of going away. Maybe abroad, or maybe to some other part of the UK.

One of the great joys of my life is travelling, and yet, like so many of us, I don’t know when I’ll be able to leave my house again. I certainly can’t see there being any real journeys for quite a long time yet. However, we can dream, which is certainly the story behind my TERROR TALES anthologies.

I’ve been editing these now since 2011, and the emphasis has always been the same, each volume focussing on a different corner of the UK (and maybe, in due course, going far beyond these shores). Each time original horror fiction alternates with factual anecdotes, all digging deeply into that district’s scary legends. Much of which, perhaps inevitably, means folk-horror.

On that same subject, I’ll also today, in my usual unsparing detail, be reviewing Adam LG Nevill’s remarkable novel of extreme folk-horror, THE REDDENING.

If you’re only here to read the Adam Nevill review, that’s fine. As always, you’ll find it at the lower end of today’s blogpost.

First, though, if you have a couple of minutes free, perhaps you’ll also be interested in …

The truth behind the terror

The TERROR TALES anthologies – be they TERROR TALES OF LONDON, TERROR TALES OF THE LAKE DISTRICT or TERROR TALES OF CORNWALL, or any of the seven others we have published so far – primarily contain fiction, though it’s always fiction with a sense of place. When I first commissioned these stories, I asked specifically for material that didn’t just happen to be set in the correct geographic area, but fiction that was atmospheric of it and relevant to it, drawing deeply on the local myth, tradition and history.

And the authors have delivered the goods for nearly a decade now, with at least a couple from every volume being selected for inclusion in Year’s Best anthologies. But even though many stars of the horror genre have graced our pages – we’ve published tales from names as varied as Peter James, Helen Grant, Ramsey Campbell, Thana Niveau and Robert Shearman – I don’t think these TERROR TALES books would be quite the same without the local ‘non-fiction’ anecdotes with which I intersperse the stories.

This is an idea I unashamedly pinched from R. Chetwynd-Hayes when he did the TALES OF TERROR books for Fontana way back in the 1970s. Take Welsh Tales of Terror, for example (first pub in 1973). You couldn’t read such classics of Gothic and macabre fiction as Jordan by Glyn Jones, The Cry of Children by John Christopher and The Shining Pyramid by Arthur Machen, without first encountering the factual chills of Old Ben and The Cyoraeth, which lay in between them.

My ambition has always been to create as full picture of each region as I can, incorporating as much of its mystery and folklore as possible. And the anecdotes, which I write and edit myself, are a particularly satisfying way to add this essential colour and atmosphere. And remember, as outlandish as it may seem, they DO purport to be true. We don’t make stuff up for this section of each book. That is left to the fiction writers. These many small interludes are, or at least one time were, believed to be the reports of real incidents.

And now, on the basis that you probably fancy sampling some proof of the pudding rather than listening to me droning endlessly on, I’ll quit while I’m on top. 

Here, for your complete delectation, are some examples of the true-life (albeit very folkloric) horror that we have published to date in the TERROR TALES series.


FROM THE LADY DOWNS

There is much to interest antiquarians in the far west of Cornwall. Archaeologists and prehistorians abound on the open moors above St Ives, Towednack and Penzance, in particular on the picturesque Lady Downs, where a range of Bronze Age artefacts have been uncovered over the years, and cairns, barrows and ancient stones, some arranged in enigmatic patterns, others standing cold and aloof, hint at the former existence of human settlements whose names and occupants have long passed from memory.
     If there is any place where the formidable power of the faeries could believably manifest it is here. And indeed, the Lady Downs provide the backdrop to one of the eeriest and yet more well attested tales of human/faerie interaction in modern times.
    The whole of southwest England was long known as ‘the Summer Land’, largely in reflection of its benign climate. Cornwall in particular, which sits at a southerly latitude in the heart of the Gulf Stream, is famous for its warm summers and amazingly mild winters; in some areas it even boasts evergreen oak trees. This creates a magical aura, which, in a less educated age, was easy to attribute to the presence of mysterious beings. The pixies (or piskies) are a famous Cornish variant on the more traditional faeries and sprites of homespun mythology, but Cornish legend mentions all kinds of little folk, mainly in those areas where there are barrows, ring-forts and dolmens – like the Lady Downs.
     In the late 18th century, a certain young woman, whose name is given variously as Cherry of Zennor or Jenny Permuen, and whose age was said to be 16, was found wandering on the Downs in a dazed state, with her left eye ‘curious’ – either changed in colour, unable to swivel, or simply and inexplicably blinded. She had apparently gone missing several weeks earlier, having left her home to go looking for work.
     After much coaxing, the girl, who remained in a confused state, told an astonishing story. She claimed that she was on the road from Zennor to Gulval, which took her across the Lady Downs. Halfway over, at a remote crossroads, she met a handsome gentleman dressed in the manner of a country squire. He appeared to know before she even spoke that she was seeking employment, as he promptly told her that he was a recently made widower who was in need of a housekeeper and nanny for his son. The payment he offered was good, so the girl agreed to accompany him. He led her along a series of moorland paths, ever downward, through a network of deep valleys and gullies, until they reached a place where no sunshine penetrated. Here, there was a beautiful house surrounded by handsome gardens, which bloomed magnificently despite the permanent shade.
     The boy she was introduced to was very quiet and polite, and once the girl had commenced her job, seemed happy to be left to his own devices. However, one very important duty of the new nanny’s was to anoint his eyes each morning with a mysterious salve, though his father asserted that on no account was she to use this substance on herself. For long periods each day, the widower and his son would disappear from the house. The girl subsequently found that she didn’t have much to do, and so she became bored and inquisitive. Nothing in the house was out of the ordinary, but she’d long noted that the ointment she used on the boy seemed to make his eyes shine. One particularly tedious afternoon, unable to resist temptation, she applied a dab of it to her own left eye.
     Immediately, the eye began to burn. In agony, she ran outside to a nearby pool, wherein she attempted to wash the ointment away, only to realise that she could now see bizarre things. Firstly, half men/half fish creatures swam below the surface. But then other beings appeared, dancing on all sides of her: men and women who seemed to have adopted hybrid forms, melding their own features into those of animals and insects. Among these terrifying creatures, she spotted her master and his son. The girl fled back to the house, before fainting onto her bed. In the morning, her master, now restored to his normal human shape, informed her that she was dismissed, and offering no explanation why or for what she thought she had seen the day before, he led her away from his home by various, complex paths, finally leaving her dazed and alone on the Lady Downs.
     The weird tale was taken seriously by the girl’s family, who demanded to be introduced to this strange widower. However, try though she may, the girl was unable to find any path leading down into a permanently sunless valley, on one occasion taking a track which she was sure she recognised, only for it to end at an overgrown tumulus. In due course, the story was written off as fantasy. It was proposed that the girl might have been injured in some other way, maybe even had poisoned herself eating berries or other ill-advised fruits of the moor and had dreamed the whole thing. 
     But Cherry or Jenny, whatever her name actually was, maintained to the end of her days that these things had happened, and was often to be found wandering the Lady Downs on moonlit nights, calling for her former employer in a hopeless, despairing voice.


THE BIG GREY MAN

“I was returning to the cairn on the summit in the mist when I began to think I heard something else than merely the sound of my own footsteps. I heard a ‘crunch’, and then another ‘crunch’ as if someone was walking after me but taking steps three or four times the length of my own. I listened and heard it again but could see nothing in the mist. I was seized with terror and took to my heels.”
     So spoke Professor Norman Collie in 1925, describing an experience he had near the summit of Scotland’s second highest mountain, Ben Macdui, in 1891. It is an account many climbers today will be familiar with, because the unknown beast of Ben Macdui is still one of the most mysterious and terrifying beings in British mountaineering mythology.
     Ben Macdui itself contributes in no small way to the aura of very genuine fear this oft-told tale creates. Standing 4,295 feet above sea-level on the southern edge of the Cairngorms, it is a remote and lonely peak; it also suffers from extremely severe weather – heavy snow in winter and much mist and fog for the rest of the year. Stories that its high slopes and passes are home to an enormous, aggressive biped have been told for generations.
     The creature was certainly known about in ancient times, when its old Gaelic name was ‘Am Fear Liath Mor’ (literally ‘Big Grey Man’). In the late 18th century, the great Scottish author, James Hogg, described a blood-chilling encounter with what he estimated was a 30 foot-tall giant, whose close details were hidden in frozen vapour, though Hogg said it was dark of aspect, “like a blackamoor”. In 1903, renowned mountaineer Henry Kellas reported something very similar. In 1943, climber Alex Twenion claimed that he shot three times at a colossal shape in the fog as it lurched menacingly towards him. Shortly afterwards, in 1945, a former mountain rescuer, Peter Densham, a man very experienced in the high peaks of the Cairngorms, told friends how he’d fled the mountain in terror when a massive, two-legged form chased after him.
     There always seems to be an overwhelming sense of terror and panic in the presence of this unknown thing, though one or two witnesses have hung around just long enough to get a better look at it. They describe a burly, “crudely-made” humanoid form, somewhere between 12 and 20 feet tall, which is either grey in colour, or covered in short grey fur. Its face has variously been described as “malign”, “inhuman”, “apelike”, or weirder still, “non-existent”.
     Owing to the harshness of the terrain, no major searches have ever been launched on Ben Macdui, but the majority of the sightings centre around the Lairg Ghru Pass, and perhaps not surprisingly, more than a few climbers no longer use that route.
     Theories abound as to what the Big Grey Man could actually be. An optical illusion is one possibility: mountain mist, refracting sunlight, rapidly altering perspectives and so on, with the accompanying panic caused by exhaustion in the presence of this awesome landscape. However, other theorists dismiss this explanation as too pat, pointing to the very solid, very real nature of the phenomenon so many reliable witnesses claim to have experienced. One question raised is could the Big Grey Man be a relict woodwose – a mysterious hominid rumoured to have lived in the very wild parts of Britain during the Middle Ages, and supposedly glimpsed much more recently in the Highlands – in effect, a Scottish Bigfoot?
     The reasons why this must be nonsense are almost as many as those given for why the North American Bigfoot must be nonsense, and yet – as in North America – the reported sightings continue. As usual in these kinds of cases, no real answer will be possible until some carcass or other type of physical evidence is discovered. For as long as it isn’t, scary rumours will persist that an unknown something prowls the desolate slopes and icy ridges of Ben Macdui.


THE GRIMMEST CASTLE IN ALL ENGLAND

The murder of King Edward II in 1327 is one of the grisliest tales in English history. And in the shape of Berkeley Castle, in southern Gloucestershire, it boasts one of the most ominous backdrops imaginable: a lowering structure which so emanates menace that even today it is associated with monsters, witchcraft and evil spirits.    
     Berkeley Castle was built in 1067 by a powerful Norman family, the FitzOsberns. Such strongholds had appeared all over England in the wake of the Norman Conquest, and were rightly viewed by the population as symbols of oppression, but Berkeley Castle was more feared than most as it was constructed on the site where an infamous Saxon witch had once made her home, and stories were soon circulating that the evil lurking within its mighty walls was more to do with the black arts than with the cruelty of foreign despots.
     The story of the Berkeley Witch was already a famous folktale when the Normans arrived in England. It concerned a wealthy Saxon matron who, after living for many years in a fine timbered hall, on the exact spot where the castle would later be built, confessed to her family that her good fortune was the result of a pact with the Devil.      After her funeral, it was reported that the chapel where her coffin was kept was inundated with nightmarish demonic forms, one of which finally broke open the casket and bore the woman’s corpse away on a horse covered with spikes. The corpse was said to have been impaled on these spikes, and witnesses claimed that it screamed in agony. In an associated legend, a supposed monster, a gigantic toad that fed on human flesh – possibly the witch’s familiar – was also believed to inhabit the site and in later decades, after the castle was built, it would reputedly wander through secret passages and spring out on the unwary. And indeed, an immense, unnaturally bloated toad was recovered from a recess in the castle cellars and killed during the reign of Henry VII, (1485-1509).
     Of course, none of these stories are provable, but the one tale of Berkeley horror for which there is much documented evidence concerns the fate of Edward II.
     Son of the famous warrior king, Edward I, who conquered Wales and was also known as the ‘Hammer of the Scots’, Edward II made enemies on all sides simply because, by comparison, he was very weak. He was supposedly fonder of poetry and sailing than of fighting, which in the early 14th century were not kingly activities. And when he was defeated by Robert the Bruce at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314, few of his nobles were surprised, though many were furious as they’d lost friends, relatives and retainers en masse, and more importantly, they’d lost their holdings in Scotland.
     Edward also incurred hostility by showering favours on ambitious but unpopular young courtiers like Piers Gaveston and Hugh Despenser. There was no proof that Edward was homosexual. He had at least two female partners and fathered five children. But accusations of ‘sexual perversion’ were a useful scandal to spread when one was stirring discontent. His barons’ real gripe was that, despite his many failures, he refused to subject himself to the will of Parliament. When in 1326, Roger Mortimer, a powerful marcher-baron, with the full connivance of his lover, Queen Isabella, Edward’s aggressively opportunistic wife (so aggressive that she was known as the ‘She-Wolf of France’), rose in rebellion and deposed Edward, there was general satisfaction.
     But this was not to last.
     Edward’s eldest son, also called Edward, was a minor, and his mother, Isabella, and her lover, Mortimer, intended to rule England from behind his throne, which was not widely popular. This made it problematic for them that the older Edward was still alive, even though he had officially abdicated. As long as he lived, even in custody, the former king could be the rallying point for a counter-revolt.
     It was unthinkable that one of royal blood should be murdered, so Isabella and Mortimer opted to bring about Edward’s demise by ‘natural means’. He was imprisoned in Berkeley Castle, and put in the custody of two extremely brutal gaolers, Gurney and Maltravers, who were charged with literally mistreating him to death.
     Edward was enclosed in an odious cell, which only a metal grille separated from the castle’s main cesspit. The stench was said to be suffocating, but to make matters worse, Gurney and Maltravers also piled rotting animal carcasses in the pit. Edward lingered for months amid these foul humours, weeping and begging for release. In addition to this torture of the senses, he was given only decayed food to eat and stagnant ditchwater to drink. But somehow he survived. Mortimer, becoming increasingly uneasy as opposition to his haughty rule grew, finally ordered the two gaolers to do their worst. Edward had to die, by any means, so long as there were no telltale marks left on his body. The wicked duo thus stripped their captive naked, and one held him down on his bed while the other inserted a metal funnel into his anus. A red-hot poker was then thrust through the funnel, burning out his innards.
     The grotesque act was said to have lasted for minutes on end, and Edward’s shrieks could be heard in the countryside beyond the castle walls.
     Initially the plan was successful. Edward’s unblemished body received a royal burial at Gloucester Cathedral, but still there was resentment towards the new government. When in 1330, the young Edward turned eighteen and was crowned Edward III, he immediately had the conspirators arrested for the murder of his father. Roger Mortimer was hanged, drawn and quartered at Tyburn, a process which in the Middle Ages was no less gruesome than it sounds, while Isabella was imprisoned for life at Castle Rising in Suffolk, where she finally died shrieking with insane laughter.
     This laughter is still reportedly heard on dark winter nights at Rising, just as the unfortunate Edward II’s appalling screams can be heard ringing though the gloomy passages of Berkeley Castle. 


THRILLERS, CHILLERS, SHOCKERS AND KILLERS …

An ongoing series of reviews of dark fiction (crime, thriller, horror and sci-fi) – both old and new – that I have recently read and enjoyed. I’ll endeavour to keep the SPOILERS to a minimum; there will certainly be no given-away denouements or exposed twists-in-the-tail, 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 (I’ll outline the plot first, and follow it with my opinions) … so I guess if you’d rather not know anything at all about these pieces of work in advance of reading them yourself, then these particular posts will not be your thing.


by Adam LG Nevill (2019)

Outline
The area around Divilmouth on the South Devon coast is one of exceptional beauty. But at the same time, it’s rugged and stormswept. Not only that, it’s hemmed to the sea’s edge by towering cliffs and wild, expansive moorland, all of which means that it’s more likely to attract extreme sportsmen than everyday tourists. One such is paraglider Matt Hull, a sturdy outdoorsman who comes to enjoy his five minutes of fame when he takes to the air off a high point near the fishing village of Brickburgh, only to witness a minor landslide and the subsequent exposure of a fissure in the rock face. When he investigates the fissure, it leads through to a previously unknown cave system, though almost immediately there is something not entirely wholesome about this find.

Perhaps it’s to do with the countless human bones that scatter the dank interior.

Not far away meanwhile, in one of the most terrifying early scenes in a novel that I can remember, coastal walkers and campers, Shelly and Greg, pitch their tent in a remote spot and are immediately assailed by a weird flock of horned black sheep, their fleeces ragged and matted with dung. If that isn’t bad enough, the shepherds then turn up. Quite a few of them. Naked, armed with brute weapons and painted bright red from head to foot.

We now move ahead two years to a time when Brickburgh has become famous. The local caves are still being excavated, but large sections have been opened to the public and a mini museum has sprung up. Quite simply, the site is deemed the most remarkable archaeological find of many decades, and the local tourist trade has received a massive and timely boost. But again, there is something vaguely unedifying about all this. The network of caverns that Matt Hull discovered once contained a fully functioning Stone Age community that was previously unknown in the fossil record, but which occupied the site for several centuries, maybe even millennia, and left behind uncountable trace evidence of their lifestyle and beliefs. But there are oddities too, along with quite a few nasties. Whoever this particular tribe were, not only did they indulge in ritual human sacrifice on a colossal scale, (the numbers of carved-up bones and skulls would have put the Aztecs to shame), they apparently practised cannibalism. There are even clues that they did diabolical things with the remains of their victims, turning them into jewellery, drinking vessels and the like, the kind of thing only normally associated with degenerate societies, and something never encountered previously in explorations of Britain’s prehistoric past.  

One person who’s distinctly unimpressed is local lifestyle journalist, Katrine, or Kat, who, formerly a topnotch London reporter, has escaped a traumatic domestic past and sought refuge in this quieter corner of the country. Though the frivolous material she produces doesn’t satisfy her, the exciting if gruesome archaeological find is something she’s also struggling to consider a positive. Infinitely more intrigued, though, is her energetic and much younger boyfriend, Steve, a digital marketer by profession, though he contributes freelance articles to the press and dreams of making it as a big-name newshound.

Further north in Walsall, meanwhile, single mum, Helene, is trying to cope with the fallout of a family suicide. Her younger brother, Lincoln, a troubled kid and one-time addict, seemed to find a new lease of life when he got interested in the ‘Sounds of the Earth’, seeking and recording primitive natural music in deep caves and gorges, only to then, for no known reason, take his own life during a trip to the West Country (though his body was never found). Helene listens to his ‘SonicGeo’ tapes and is bewildered to hear bizarre chatterings, grunts, growls and even what sounds like guttural chanting, all supposedly recorded in caves down in Devon.

She follows his meandering route but gains no satisfaction, especially when it leads her to the ramshackle Redstone Cross Farm on the moors over Brickburgh, the weird occupants of which give her an ultra hostile reception and even threaten to set a pack of ridiculously savage guard dogs on her.

Kat, meanwhile, still seeking a new angle on the excavation, doesn’t think she believes in the so-called Brickburgh Curse, whereby those living close to the caves suffer nightmares and depression (even though she lives only seven miles away and has exactly these symptoms!), until she interviews Matt Hull again and finds him a shadow of his former robust self. Hull no longer paraglides but tells Kat that this is because he was threatened by the ‘red folk’, a group of unknown oddballs, painted red, whom he says he saw attacking and killing a couple of campers two years ago. Even though he tries to link this with other disappearances and so-called suicides in the area, Kat is unconvinced there is a story as Matt is rambling as if he’s had a severe breakdown.

Steve, on the other hand, wonders if it means there is something in the rumours that cannabis plantations are operating on the nearby hills and thinks he can sniff a scoop. When the twosome meet Helene at a village fair, and she tells them about her ugly encounter at Redstone Cross Farm, Kat connects this to the non-story that is Tony Willows, a 1970s folk-rocker who, after several well-publicised drugs-related incidents, and a brief jail term, adopted a reclusive lifestyle up there with his long-term partner, Jessica Usher. But Steve is certain that this is the location of one of the much-rurmoured cannabis factories, and as Kat won’t help him (because she sees him as all enthusiasm and little else), opts to break the case on his own.

Despite her stern advice, he journeys up there solo, and finds Redstone Cross Farm every bit the rundown rural dump that Helen described. He finds other things too, things he could never have conceived of in his maddest dreams. Crazy things, abominable things. And by his mere presence opens a Pandora’s Box that will go on to engulf the entire district in a wave of cult horror that becomes mind-boggling in its viciousness …   

Review
One thing you can always be sure of with an Adam Nevill horror story is that it will be frightening. And this is guaranteed. Nevill does not do vanilla scarefare, and yet he doesn’t rely on gaudy displays of carnage to cow his readers either. I mean, there is carnage in The Reddening, and lots of it, but that’s not by any means the whole thing.

Nevill’s real skill is his ability to inject seemingly mundane situations with an otherwordly sense of abject dread. Without going over the top in terms of gore, but relying more on suggestion and off-kilter imagery – a vivid dream of jackal-headed figures in smoke, apelike mouths sucking on human bones, a lost hiker stumbling to an isolated farmhouse only to find its occupants painted red – he seems effortlessly able to make his audience, hardened to horror though it usually is, really, really glad that they aren’t in the same predicament as his protagonists.

He completely achieves this in The Reddening. But in several ways.

Firstly, in the gradually drip-fed idea (there are no intrusive dollops of expo here) that a barbaric cult could exist unseen just beneath the surface of modern Britain, even in so quaint a corner of the country as South Devon. That, despite genteel appearances, you can’t trust anyone. That your next door neighbour might mow his lawn and walk his dog, but that he might still kill and eat people come nightfall. This is nothing new in the paranoid horror/thriller fiction of our current age, but in The Reddening the author ramps it up dramatically, deepening the violence and derangement of these secret enemies of society, intensifying their beliefs, and in so doing creating a whole new universe of secret mysticism and pagan brutality, and tackling it from archaeological and scholarly angles as well as via myth and rumour, which lends it plausibility and an air of impending threat that is almost tangible.

Secondly, in his timely targetting of the folk-horror vibe. The revival of interest in that age-old subgenre shows no sign of slackening, and The Reddening rides that wave to its fullest extent. Even though the rituals and totems here are mostly invented and owe nothing to any known antiquity, Nevill delves back convincingly into forgotten ages when the gods and the land were one, when belief in and obedience to local lore was paramount, when life and society were controlled by the changing seasons and the many ceremonies enacted to keep things beneficial (no matter how costly they might be in terms of sacrifice). But don’t be thinking that The Reddening is just another story of village witchcraft. There is sorcery of a sort, but the latent powers here owe to forces older and more primal than Christianity or the Celts, and way, way more terrifying.

On top of all this, Nevill successfully depicts folklore as it is seen through the prism of the modern world. None of it is initially taken too seriously. It almost seems silly and even sad, with eccentric loners like Lincoln seeking meaning from those ‘sounds of the Earth’ that he’s recorded, while the presence of 1970s folk-rockers (now turned into scuzzy relics of another bygone era), harks back nicely to the first wave of interest in ancient rural beliefs, the presence behind their hippie façade of extensive drug use raising questions not just about how quickly and easily the idealism of those early counterculture movements was hijacked, but how easily it still is.

Thirdly, and perhaps more importantly than any of this, Nevill hits us where it hurts in terms of his monster terror, which, as always, is second to none. This author has long believed that showing less is more. In his 2011 novel, The Ritual, for example, the heroes of the tale were pursued through a deep and trackless forest by an appalling something that, though we barely glimpsed it, played on all our deepest imaginings and thus was so utterly nightmarish that by the end, if we’d seen it in full even on the final page, it would inevitably have disappointed, enabling him to maintain the knife-edge terror right to the last paragraph. Likewise, in his short story, Where Angels Come In, another of the most frightening things I’ve ever read, as the central character is again beset by ghastly hybrid things whose bizarre appearance the author only hints at rather than describes in detail, the result is nerve-shredding.

And it’s exactly the same in The Reddening, the main antagonists of which we hear and smell and cast fleeting glances at, or see in crude relief on ancient cave walls, but mainly which we run from with minds reeling, the horror and shrieks of their victims ringing in our ears. There is more to it even than this, though, because in The Reddening the monstrosities to which the red folk are enthralled are not even completely real; at least, they don’t belong in our plane of existence. These are true deities, utterly inhuman and unknowable progenitors (or maybe products!) of a complex, multi-generational belief system, and so irreversibly and violently hostile to all but their acolytes, (and even to their acolytes, if we’re truthful) that all notions of Satan, Cronos or Loki are rendered impotent by comparison.

So, Nevill hits us with a three-pronged attack, barely giving us a moment to reflect once we get into the action, and that isn’t even taking into account his several cleverly-constructed and again, intensely frightening set-pieces: a desperate battle with the open water, a dirty rundown farm in the middle of nowhere, so odious to look at and so full of squalid degenerates that the house in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre offers hearty welcome in comparison. And then, after all that, there is a whole series of abductions, murders and dismemberments, which pluck at the worst of our innate knowledge of cult fanatics, serial killers, rapists and cannibals. This is full-on horror, and all of it coming headlong at a bunch of heroes who are total everymen.

Or perhaps that should be everywomen.

In an age when female characters in thrillers and horror stories are gaining centre-stage more than ever before, often taking on the mantle of supercop or even superhero, it makes a refreshing change to see the two stars of this gruesome saga as ordinary women with common-garden problems. Both have love issues and personal hang-ups. Helen is juggling single parenthood with trying to look out for her errant, drug-addled brother, while Kat feels that she’s let herself go both physically and professionally, the ace reporter she once was still vaguely ambitious but now overly cynical, and confined to writing stuff that’s only of marginal interest. Neither of them has ever experienced anything that will prep them for the horrors to come, which is why they will suffer so harrowingly and believably.

In some ways it’s almost demoralising to find our fictional heroes as frightened of the unfolding terrors as we ourselves would be, to see them thinking only of running for their lives rather than fighting … until the fight becomes unavoidable, of course, and then, when it does occur – whoa! Nevill doesn’t hold back in his depiction of just how painful and debilitating one heavy punch can be, or in showing what it really means to hit someone in the head with a blunt instrument, or in his argument that even the most sophisticated persons have homicidal apes lurking just underneath. All of which adds subliminally to the devil’s brew that is The Reddening, because it makes it seem grittily real, and serves to remind us how swiftly an ordinary, civilised (and secular!) society might wilt in the face of a ferocious, committed (and ultra-zealous!) foe. You’d probably win in the end, but at what cost? And would you even recognise yourself afterwards?

Adam Nevill enjoys a long-standing reputation for purveying strangely disturbing horror. And The Reddening is another chapter in that story. It’s a tense and engrossing thrill-ride, at times so frightening that it’s genuinely disorienting. It draws deeply on a well of eldritch evil that most us civilised folk hope was never actually there, but which we still find fascinating and horrifying. Even if you skirt around the edges of this worrying horror novel, its dark magnetism will drag you in. The power of The Reddening goes deep.

This is one I would dearly love to see adapted for film or TV, though only an 18 certificate would work in this case if the full impact of the novel was to be replicated on screen. Given that The Ritual made it, that may not be so vain a hope, and thus I must get my own casting demands in quickly. Here we go …

Katrine – Vicky McClure
Helene – Sophie Cookson
Matt Hull – Paul Anderson
Tony Willows – Oliver Tobias
Jessica Usher – Rita Tushingham
Finn Willows – Richard Brake
Nana Willows – Lysette Anthony
Detective Lewis – Eddie Marsan