Review: Antidote to Murder

Antidote to Murder is the second Edwardian era crime novel by Felicity Young to feature autopsy surgeon Dr Dody McCleland and police Chief Inspector Matthew Pike. I was a fan of the first, A Dissection of Murder, and the sequel is a worthy successor. Antidote to Murder offers insights into early twentieth century detection, medicine, class and gender issues in the context of a thrilling read.

Dr Dody McCleland divides her time between the Home Office, where she assists Dr Bernard Spilsbury in the ‘Beastly Science’ of autopsy surgery, and a women’s health clinic. Her two worlds collide when a scullery maid, who unsuccessfully seeks Dody’s help to terminate an unwanted pregnancy, turns up dead, the victim of a criminal abortion. Someone is clearly trying to frame Dody and she is ordered by the coroner to stand trial for the crime.

With so many candidates from among her disapproving and jealous detractors, it is a challenge to figure out who is behind the slander–especially when Chief Inspector Pike is unavailable to help, working undercover for Special Branch to identify Dutch and German spies.

Antidote to Murder is historical crime fiction of the not-so-cosy kind, taking the reader deep inside the slums of London’s East End as the city is caught in the grip of the 1911 Dock Strike. Young poignantly evokes the limited choices available to English women in the early twentieth century and the real dilemmas they faced–not only for women of Dody’s class, choosing between marriage and a career, but for women living in poverty, whose ghastly options in response to unwanted pregnancy included criminal abortion and infanticide.

The suffragette movement, which was a major feature of the plot in A Dissection of Murder, simmers away in the background to Antidote to Murder, while the romance between Dody and Pike, which simmered in the first book, moves to a new level. The way this subplot unfolds is, for me, one of the most compelling aspects of the book: Young allows her characters to act with integrity in the face of difficult decisions, remaining consistent with the values of the time while avoiding cliché and neat solutions. Brilliantly done.

Young notes in an afterword that the book was inspired by her reading of the real Dr Bernard Spilsbury’s autopsy notes at London’s Wellcome Library. ‘The poignancy of each death recorded solely on a single, yellowing palm card struck me deeply,’ Young writes. ‘Many of the deaths were attributed to causes rarely seen today; for example, death by criminal abortion.’

Young’s novel reminds us that women’s reproductive rights were hard won, as was the right to a professional career–battles that continue today in many parts of the world.

But more than a history lesson, Antidote to Murder is a cracking good crime read. I can’t wait to see what Dody does next.

Antidote to Murder by Felicity young (2013) is published in Australia by Harper Collins.

 

One woman’s courage in the line of fire in Cambodia

Phnom Penh Noir, an anthology of short crime fiction, was one of my favourite reads of 2012, and ‘Dark Truths’ by Bopha Porn was one of my favourite stories. I was amazed to read this brave young writer’s real story in a recent blog post by Christopher G Moore, reproduced here with kind permission of the author.

Being an investigative journalists in Southeast Asia is like the person walking point into a jungle filled with booby-traps, snipers and ambushes. It takes a very special person to volunteer for walking point.

Bopha Phorn is such a journalist.

She is a reporter for the Cambodian Daily. She is also a very brave journalist. Recognition of that bravery came this week with the announcement by the International Women’s Media Foundation of 2013 Courage in Journalism Awards. Three awards were given for courage to three women from around the world. Bopha Porn was one of the three. She is the first woman in Cambodia to receive this award.

The citation that comes with the award reads:

“In [April] 2012, Phorn narrowly escaped with her life when the vehicle in which she was traveling came under heavy fire. Phorn was investigating claims of illegal logging in a protected area of the Cambodian jungle with another journalist and an environmental activist when gunmen with AK-47s sprayed the car with shots. The activist, Chut Wutty, was killed. Phorn’s reporting on land and environmental issues, as well as her stories about criminal activity and human rights abuses, have made her the target of other life-threatening attacks.”

I had an appointment with Bopha in Phnom Penh in April 2012. I arrived a day after Chut Wutty had been killed. I didn’t know at that time the circumstances of his death or that Bopha had been next to Chut Wutty when he was killed. We were meeting to go over final edits of her short story, Dark Truths, for the anthology Phnom Penh Noir.

When I rang her, Bopha said she couldn’t make the meeting. She wasn’t in Phnom Penh. She asked if I could meet her where she was staying. I asked where she was, and she replied, “Near the Vietnamese border.” Then she told me the entire story and how she was concerned that returning to Phnom Penh might be risky as she’d witnessed the killing of Chut Wutty, who was attempting to expose illegal logging.

In this part of the world, where illegal logging is often linked to government officials, witnesses to the murder of environmentalists, human rights activists, and others seeking to expose official wrongdoing are danger. Bopha was absolutely right to find a temporary shelter away from officials who might seek to clean up the loose ends.

We talked several times that day. Twenty-four hours later, she was back in Phnom Penh. She couldn’t stay away from her job at The Cambodian Daily. Hiding out wasn’t in her nature. The news of Chut Wutty’s murder had gone out on the wires. It was international news.

Following an extrajudicial killing, officials in this part of the world don’t normally issue an order to kill a journalist who witnessed the murder once the eyes of an international audience are watching. If that possibility isn’t open, they arrange for the death of the soldier responsible.

In this case, the military police officer, Rattana, age 32, who killed Chut Wutty, and in that split second after pulling the trigger, was persuaded not to kill Bopha and another companion, Canadian Oesia Plohii. A day later Rattana was found dead. The military police officer conveniently committed suicide. The press questioned how Rattana could have shot himself first in the stomach and then in the chest.

Bopha Phorn has continued her investigative reporting from her base at the Cambodian Daily in Phnom Penh. Her courage makes her a role model for journalists throughout Southeast Asia. Reporters find themselves in situations where powerful vested interest with impunity from the law intimidate, bribe, or threaten the most brave of them. No one is ever paid enough money as a journalist to take a bullet for justice, freedom and fairness.

For someone like Bopha Phorn, it has never been about the money. It has been about exposing those who have accumulated wealth at the expense of their nation, murdered others to increase that wealth, and destroy the natural resources along the way. Asia needs heroes in this struggle.

I can’t think of a better one than Bopha Phorn.

Review: Unseen

I’m listening to Bon Jovi in the background as I review  Karin Slaughter’s latest ‘shockbuster’ Unseen and there’s something in that. You can’t call Bon Jovi or Karin Slaughter edifying, let alone highbrow. But both are very good at what they do, their writing fast, thrilling and entertaining. Both enjoy wild popularity, too: globally, Bon Jovi have sold over 130 million records and Slaughter over 30 million books.

Unseen is the seventh novel (there’s also a novella) of a series featuring Georgia Investigations Bureau special agent Will Trent — though I didn’t find not having read the other books an obstacle to enjoying this one. Well, maybe ‘enjoying’ is not the right word.

With a name like Savage I’d be the last to suggest reading too much into surnames, but Slaughter does fit hers well. She doesn’t shy away from writing about the viscera of violence. Blood bubbles, brain matter spatters, vomit roils, bowels loosen. People get get killed with guns, knives, axes, hammers, and others probably wished they’d been killed. Children get hurt, too, though mercifully, readers witness only the aftermath, not the act.

‘There’s a lot of graphic sex and violence, so you won’t be disappointed,’ says Slaughter of her novel Skin Privilege in a video clip on her website. She could say the same of Unseen.

In the opening chapter, Jared Long, a motorcycle cop with the Macon police, gets shot in the house he shares with wife Lena Adams, also of the Macon PD (and a character from Slaughter’s  Grant County series). Lena, who with the aid of a hammer narrowly avoids being killed herself, believes the attack is related to a raid she led a week earlier on an isolated shooting gallery. The account of the raid, told in flashbacks, was aimed at arresting a local drug dealer and exposing a brutal criminal mastermind known as Big Whitey.

To complicate matters, Jared is the son of Lena’s former partner, Jeffrey Tolliver, the Grant County Police chief killed in the line of duty. And Tolliver’s widow is Dr Sara Linton (though Jared is not her son), the paediatrician and part-time coroner who is now dating special agent Will Trent. Sara has always blamed Lena for her husband’s death and assumes the attack on Jared is Lena’s fault, too.

Meanwhile, Trent is working undercover on a case that puts him on a collision course with Lena’s investigation and the attempt on Jared’s life, desperately hoping that Sara doesn’t discover the connection.

Perhaps not surprisingly, it takes over 400 pages to unravel these complexities, but Slaughter brings all the loose ends together. And while I didn’t buy the denouement (which I can’t describe without massive spoilers), thrillers like this work best if you suspend disbelief. This is action-packed escapism, complete with an ensemble cast of characters both appealing and evil.

I read Unseen to review it for Radio National Books and Arts. I can’t say whether I’d read another Karin Slaughter novel in a hurry, although I note that her ‘The Unremarkable Heart’ (in Vengeance) has just taken home this year’s Edgar for the best short story. I might read that, seeing as how I loved the 2013 Edgar Awards winner for best novel, Dennis Lehane’s Live By Night.

But for now I’ve got some Bon Jovi to listen to.

Unseen by Karin Slaughter (2013) is published by Random House in Australia.

Review: The Golden Egg

The Golden Egg is the twenty-second instalment in Donna Leon‘s Commissario Brunetti series set in Venice. As someone just finishing the third book in a crime fiction series, I find it astonishing that anyone could write twenty-two (and counting). Equally impressive is the author’s ongoing ability to engage, entertain and surprise in this deceptively simple, ultimately harrowing story.

Brunetti is given the official task in The Golden Egg of making enquiries into a possible bribery case that might embarrass the mayor, a scenario the sartorially splendid Vice-Questore Patta is keen to avoid.

Unofficially, at the behest of his wife Paola, he looks into the death of a deaf-mute man, who worked at the dry cleaners in the Brunettis’ own neighbourhood. The man died from an overdose of sleeping pills, though whether intentionally or by accident is unclear.

What is puzzling about the man-child, identified as Davide Cavanella, is how little is known about him. While Patta’s secretary, the indomitable Signorina Elettra, attends seminars on the newest techniques for combating identity theft and computer hacking, Brunetti tries to fathom how a man in his forties in highly bureaucratic Venice could leave so little trace.

Davide’s mother seems angry and defensive when questioned about his death, which sets Brunetti off on a hunt for the truth, not only about the man’s death but about his life.

The Golden Egg contains all the elements that make Leon’s books a pleasure to read: familiar characters in Brunetti’s family and colleagues, evocative descriptions of Venice, ruminations on Italian politics and society, both passionate and philosophical.

But this is no writing by numbers. Being such an established author with a loyal fan base allows Leon to deviate from the conventions of the genre. Rather than a dead body in the opening chapter, we get a glimpse into Brunetti’s family life:

If the Brunettis had a religion, aside from a formal adherence to some of the outward decorative manifestations of Christianity, it was language. Puns and jokes, crossword puzzles and teasers were to their what communion and confirmation were to Catholics.

A dead body doesn’t appear until Chapter 4, by which stage Brunetti has been given his official assignment.

It’s only in retrospect that I realise how cleverly the story was crafted — how the dynamics outlined in the first few chapters contribute to the impact of the ending. It was only at the end, too, that I realised the significance of the book’s title.

The Golden Egg is the work of a master, entertaining, surprising and moving. Highly recommended.

The Golden Egg by Donna Leon (2013) is published by William Heinemann.

Fan mail

This week I received fan mail from Austria via my publisher. Real mail. A hand-made card in an envelop, the message inside written in ink, complete with quote from Emily Dickinson. The sender, Ms Theresia Raditschnigg, asked for my autograph and enclosed a stamped, self-addressed envelop.

I am so touched that a stranger has taken the time and effort to contact me on the strength of reading one of my books — in this case, my first novel Behind the Night Bazaar, which was translated into German as Nachtmarkt.

I’ve been privileged to have received on this blog a few messages from fans of my writing over the years,  people I’ve never met. I love hearing from people who have lived or travelled in Thailand — like the one who said ‘your book made me feel at home’. I’ve struck up conversations, even developed  friendships, as a result of comments left this blog. I love that technology makes all this possible.

But there will always be something special about receiving a card in the mail.

Several years ago, my mother was diagnosed with a nasty form of cancer. As we stared down the barrel of a severely shortened lifespan, I asked her if she had any regrets.

‘I want to live long enough to read the sequel to [Hilary Mantel's] Wolf Hall,’ she said.

‘Write and tell her to get a move on,’ I suggested.

Mum did write, and the Man Booker winning author wrote back in person. It seems even winners of the English-speaking world’s top literary prizes appreciate fan mail.

(Two years later, the sequel my mother was so keen to live for won Mantel a second Booker Prize; Mum now awaits the final instalment in the Thomas Cromwell Trilogy).

For my own part, I was so inspired by Anna Funder’s 2011 novel All That I Am that I tracked the author down on Facebook to congratulate her.

What about you? Have you ever sent fan mail to an author?

For the other authors out there, have you  received fan mail that is particularly special to you?

All I Wanna Do is Have Some Fun*

Reblogged from Confessions of a Mystery Novelist...:

It’s not easy to write a novel. Any writer will tell you that creating characters, developing the plot, providing closure and all of the other elements of storytelling can be challenging. And that’s not to mention things like editing and revising. But don’t let any writer (including this one) fool you into thinking there’s no enjoyment in it. There are some scenes, characters and events that are fun, or at least enjoyable to write.

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I am a great fan of Margot Kinberg's blog. Her topical posts are always original and engaging. This one, on the joys of writing crime, hits close to home, a timely reminder that being a published author is a privilege and a pleasure -- and that if it ain't fun, you're probably in the wrong line of work.

Review: getting Up

getting Up by SD Thorpe covers a momentous week in the life of Paul aka Roket, a  sixteen year old ‘Toy’ or burgeoning graffiti writer.

Bored, lonely, horny and pissed off,  Roket has dropped out of school and is largely left to fend for himself by his messed up mother. He subsists on Maccas and whatever he can manage to scrape together at home.  ’Getting up’ — creating graffiti — with his crew is the only thing that gives structure to his days. And even the cops Roket encounters grudgingly admit he’s got talent. But when a battle between two graf crews turns deadly, the fall out could make or break him.

The target audience might be young adults, but there is much for not-so-young adults to enjoy. As well as a good yarn, getting Up offers insight into Melbourne’s social history in the late-1980, specifically its graffiti history.

Melbourne through Roket’s eyes is a landscape of tags, burners, throwups and pieces (check the glossary for definitions). The action often takes place in the city’s hidden parts: laneways, billboard sidings, train carriage roofs, abandoned abattoirs.

Keith Haring’s visit to Collingwood Tech in 1984 gets a mention, as does the ‘wicked’ graf he created. ‘Old school, but cool,’ as Roket puts it.

There are references to the ‘real old school’ political graffiti of the 1960s and early 1970s, when ’graffiti used to say something’, as one of the older characters laments.

And in the background of the story, the Berlin Wall is coming down, news reports noting that parts of the wall with good graffiti are in hot demand.

A couple of minor niggles notwithstanding (e.g. reference to Centrelink eight years before it was established), getting Up ticks all the boxes as a highly entertaining read that places credible, sympathetic characters in a fascinating context.

I’d hazard that even readers who view graffiti as visual pollution rather than art will come away from reading getting Up with new insight into what motivates this form of self-expression — be it boredom, passion, bravado or the desire to belong.

getting Up is published by Momentum Books in electronic format. Available here.