I'm very pleased to welcome, friend and author, Gary Kruse ...

...to the blog today.  Hi, Gary and thanks for making time in your busy schedule to be here.  So, tell me, what is your current release?

GK  My new release is a supernatural mystery called Bleak Waters.
When the story opens, we meet Lily West, a young woman who is grieving her father’s suicide the previous summer.  Plagued by questions over why her seemingly happy, loving father took his own life, and by dark fears about how well she really knew her father, Lily finds a distraction in the arrival of Theo Sinclair.
Theo has come to Lily’s village on the Norfolk Broads searching for answers to an older mystery; the disappearance of Claire Baldwin twenty-five years earlier. Theo’s arrival stirs Lily’s long-buried ability to see the dead, and the deeper Theo and Lily dig, the stronger the visions get.
But it’s not just the dead that are awakening as hidden secrets are revealed and lies uncovered.  As the warnings of the villagers turn to threats, and then to violence, Lily is forced to choose what’s more important; protecting the father she loves, or finding the truth?
It’s out on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited now, with a paperback release due for summer 2023.
Plus, for keen-eyed readers, there’s also a Badlands easter egg hidden in the story.
AW   What first got you into writing and why?
GK  I’d always dabbled in writing stories since I was a child, but I started writing seriously after I saw the teen-horror film The Craft in the cinema when I was seventeen.  I’d seen the vampire film The Lost Boys a few weeks earlier, and when I came out of the cinema I started thinking about what would happen if the witches from The Craft met the Lost Boys and from there I started writing the stories that would make up my first novel, Blessed Be.
Funnily enough, my writing career has pretty much come full circle at this point because Trinity, my current work-in-progress is essentially a witches vs vampires tale, albeit a lot darker than Blessed Be ever was.
AW  You write dark thriller and horror stories.  Is it all imagination or do you do research?
It’s a mix of everything.  I’m very inspired by place; Badlands was inspired by the coastline around St. Agnes in North Cornwall while Bleak Waters was inspired by the area around Hickling and Potter Heigham on the Norfolk Broads.
With place, I tend to ask who might live in these places and what the existing conflicts may be.  But I also like the idea of strangers arriving in these places, so then I have to figure out the stranger’s motivation and who would have the most to lose from their arrival and the stories develop from there.
Then, if I come across interesting bits of folk lore (for example wrecker’s tunnels in Cornwall for Badlands, ghosts in the Norfolk Broads for Bleak Waters, Eastern European vampire mythology and witchcraft for Trinity, I try to weave those into the story too.

AW  What about other types of writing?  Have you dabbled with other genres of other forms of media - short stories/film/theatre/radio?
GK I’ve written flash fiction and short stories, and was fortunate enough to win the November 2021 edition of the Writer’s Forum magazine short story competition with my short story, Hope in the Dark.
AW  Famous authors such as Roald Dahl and Dylan Thomas had a special space for writing.  Do you have a writing shed of your own?
GK  I’ve got a corner in my loft that is technically a writing area, but I hardly ever write there because most of my writing is done in local libraries, coffee shops and even the café in the local theatre during the lunch break from my day job.  I used to write on my commute on my mobile phone, but I work more locally these days so it’s all done on the laptop.
AW   And finally, what would your eight-year-old self think, and say about you and your achievements today?
GK  I think they’d be thrilled to see not one but TWO books out with their (my) name on them! When I was at primary school, we did a project where we had to write our own book and design a cover.  It had to be three chapters long, have a beginning, middle and end and was bound in card with treasury tags, with a cover image stuck on the front and a blurb on the back.  Best school project ever! Mine was a mystery about a yellow caravan.  I can’t remember the details, but I was reading a lot of Secret Seven books at that point so it would’ve had kids saving the day.
 
about the author … Gary Kruse is a writer of thriller and horror fiction about people on the edge of society struggling to find who they are, where they come from and where they’re going.  He has won and been shortlisted for several short story competitions and his debut dark thriller novel, Badlands, is an Amazon bestseller.

about the book … In the depths of winter, Theo Sinclair arrives in the Norfolk Broads
searching for answers to a twenty-five-year mystery; the disappearance of Claire Baldwin.
For Lily West, Theo’s arrival is a welcome distraction from her grief and the questions she still has over her father’s suicide the previous summer.
For others in her village, Theo’s arrival is a threat.
As lies are uncovered and long buried secrets dragged back into the light, Lily, now haunted by ghostly visions, starts to realise that Claire’s disappearance might be linked to her father’s suicide.
When the warnings and threats of the villagers turn to attempted murder, Lily has to decide what’s more important; protecting the people she loves…
…or uncovering the truth.
 
You can get the book Amazon and you can follow Gary on his page on Link Tree

I am honoured to be able to announce ...

… that I am one of the authors taking part in the Shetland Noir 2023 literary festival.  Read on for more info …

A brief conversation with a fellow writer whilst in Torquay last year included some scant details about a literary festival in Scotland.  It sounded intriguing and I said I was interested.  And now, almost 12 months later, I am very pleased to be able to say that, not only will I be there, but, I am part of a panel of authors discussing and answering questions about cosy crime.

It is an outcome I never really expected to come to fruition.  As the names of the headline authors who are attending were gradually released, I became convinced that my name – well, it does begin with W – had dropped off the end of the list.  And that is not so unusual.  I’ve dropped off the end of lists of students at school, employees at work and bookings for restaurants.  Dropping off pages or lists is something that comes with the territory of having a name that tentatively clings to the very end of the alphabet.  So, having the great honour of being included in this event is very much a first for me.

The location is also an unknown.  Whilst I’m well-travelled in Europe, France in particular, and one or two other more southerly locations, Shetland is new territory.  As one of the many Scottish islands, Shetland is a first.

Geographically it sits on a northing of 60.15 degrees.  That’s a whole 6.41 lines of latitude further north of my home in Yorkshire.  Whilst I have been to Aberdeen and the northeastern coast of Scotland in the past, this adventure will take me closer to the North Pole than I have ever travelled before.  Yet another first.

My usual attire for June is shorts, tee shirts, and flip flops with a cagoule thrown in for sudden downpours and those odd thunderstorms that can ruin the vines in France.  This year, I will be packing jumpers, jeans and walking boots.  That’s a very definite first for June!

My fellow panellists – Merrilee Robson, Jonathan Whitelaw and Dr Jacky Collins are all writers/people I have never met before.  Hmm, when I actually meet up with them, will that count as one composite first or three more individual firsts?

As for the whole event, well, everything happens between June 15th and 18th in Lerwick in the Mareel Arts Centre in the heart of town.  You can buy tickets for any number of events, author panels, workshops, talks, and author interviews throughout the four days.  The event for myself, Jacky, Jonathan and Merrilee is at 11.30 on Sunday June 18th.  We will be chatting and answering questions about all things 'Not quite so Noir'.  Check out the links below.

And if you’re counting firsts on my behalf, it’s either 4 or 7.  I prefer 7!

You can get tickets over the phone on 01595 745500 or online at www.shetlandarts.org

You can check out and download the programme for the whole weekend Here

You can read more about Merrilee, Jonathan and Jacky Here.

I'm Off My Beaten Track in Assiut...

... today. I've been thumbing through my Egypt journal and found some worrying notes about our travels.  Read on...

LOCKS, GUARDS AND SAILING

... a meeting on board and I can't help but wonder what there is to meet about. However, the meeting is compulsory.  The dangerous area of Assiut is our destination for today - but, there is a problem. The water in the lock at Assiut may not be sufficient for us to negotiate it, similarly for the second lock further upstream.  The ship's manager has decided to make as much headway as possible and, contrary to our original itinerary, we are to dock at Assiut at about 7.00 pm and then navigate the lock immediately.

We're now about 250 miles south of Cairo and the dam we're heading towards is one of the oldest on the river.  Essentially it is a large barrage that stretches the full width of the Nile and construction began in 1898.  The dam was designed by William Willcocks (1852-1932) a civil engineer who also built the Aswan Dam, and was constructed by John Aird and Company.  The project was completed in 1903.  Kind of says something that the dam is still in service even now.

Most of my fellow Travellers and me are on deck to watch as we make our attempt to navigate the lock.  As this is Assiut, we are guarded and a number of boat personnel are also on deck, including S—, the assistant manager.  S— takes the opportunity to ask me why tourists will not come to Egypt any more.

"They are afraid", I say.

"But you are here" he retorts.

So, I explain that I'm no ordinary tourist and that I'm here because I had always wanted to see his country.  I point out that I will probably never come back, not because I don't like Egypt nor because I'm not happy to be here, but simply because, when I return home I will have achieved what I set out to achieve.  As we talked I realise that he thinks we Westerners are all very wealthy.  I point out that for me, this holiday is extra special and that it is very costly even for us.  Our chat drifts into the damage done to the tourist trade by Islamic fundamentalists.  S— is vociferous in his response and points out that Assiut is an unusual place.

"Assiut is different from all Egypt", he says.  "Here there are places the police cannot go - it is not like this anywhere I know in Egypt except here."  He glances across at our armed guards.

I think about home about riots in Toxteth, Brixton, unrest in Northern Ireland, and the dark sides of some of our cities.  In the end, we agree that perhaps there is no lasting solution.

As we move into the lock the guards take up their positions on either side, their rifles in their hands as though expecting an assault.  I'm on the sun deck and suddenly I feel very vulnerable. My heart is my mouth...

On the other side of the lock, we have to double park next to the Ra II.  We are not allowed to go ashore by ourselves but the local authorities had arranged some special entertainment for us and we are escorted as a group - armed guards in tow.  Our special entertainment is a film about Egypt, the river and the building of the Dam.  Once finished, we are escorted back to the boat...

Sleep eludes me.  I'm not sure if it's anxiety about being here in this place or just the noise.  There's a constant hum and thrum from the wharf and other passing boats.  I may not understand the language but the vehemence and anger in tone can not be mistaken.  It appears the crew and our armed guards are on constant watch for as long as we were docked...

There will be more from my Egyptian journal over the coming weeks.  If you enjoyed this post you might also enjoy my earlier posts about Cairo Giza Solar Sailing Tell-el-Amarna and Egypt generally - just click the links.

Come stroll with me …

… through the town of Lapalisse.  It might be small, but it has a great history.

 

Lapalisse sits on the banks of the river Besbre in the département of Allier in the Auvergne.  At 106 kilometres in length (66 miles), Palisse sits at the middle point, with the river meandering some 50 or so kilometres north to join the Loire just above Dompierre-sur-Besbre.  With just over 3,000 inhabitants, Lapalisse is not an especially large town by English standards.  Still, it is important, as was the man who lived in the château that dominates the area and is clearly visible from the road as you cross the bridge into the centre of town.

Born in 1470, Jacques de la Palice (or de la Palisse) was a nobleman and military officer who became the Grand Maître de France (Grand Master of France), that’s the equivalent of The Lord Steward of England.  At that time, this was one of the most politically important roles in each respective Kingdom.  Beginning his career at age 15 in service to Charles 8 and then his successors, Jacques was soon fighting battles and wars in support of the expansionist ideas of whichever King of France happened to be his master.  Between 1494 and his death, his military career was constantly furthered during the Italian Wars waged between the Habsburgs and the house of Valois.

Involved in campaigns in Abruzzi, Puglia, Genoa, the Republic of Venice, Treviglio and Padua – to name but a few – that eventually caused the death of Charles d’Amboise in 1511, Jacques was made commander of the French Army in Italy.  He was given the title of Grand Maître de France.  But the fighting didn’t stop, and it would appear he was afforded no leave as he went on to squash the Spanish siege in Bologna and participate in the battle of Ravenna.

He eventually returned home to France when he retired to his lands in 1514, aged 34.  Having discovered this little fact, I can’t help but wonder how the current protesters in France might feel about this apparent precedent!  Whilst at home, he married Marie de Melun and eventually had four children.

However, Jacques’ peaceful home life was not on the cards for long.  In 1515 he was named Maréchal de France and was sent to fight in battles in Piedmont, Calais, Marseille and Avignon. In October 1524, Jacques and the King of France began the siege of Pavia.  The fight for Pavia started in February of the following year when the Imperial Spanish army arrived to free the city.  During this battle, La Palice was captured and subsequently executed.

But that’s not quite the end of his story.  Such an honourable man had to be honoured in death, too, and his epitaph reads as follows-

 

‘Ci-gît le Seigneur de la Palice: s’il n’était pas mort, il ferait encore envie’.

 

This translates as ‘here lies the Lord of la Palice: if he were not dead, he would still be envied.’  However, at some point in the 16th century, the second phrase was misread – deliberately or accidentally, I can’t say – as ‘il serait encore en vie’ which means ‘he would still be alive’.  If you now reach for your English/French dictionary and look up the word lapalissade, you will see it means ‘truism’.  So, here we are some 498 years later, and Jacques de la Palice is still with us!

There is a fabulous portrait of Jacques de la Palice in the main gallery of the Château Beauregard which sits just south of Blois in the Loire valley.

If you enjoyed this post you might also be interested in my exploratory meanders through Chenonceaux  Blois  Ancy-le-Franc or Tanlay