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20 Days of Electricity #1

Launches at Forbidden Planet and Blackwell’s Portsmouth

20 things that helped Lawless and the House of Electricity into the world:

Biscuits

“Scrumptious biscuits and the ladies enjoying themselves with an array of pretty hats.”

Credit for the biscuit idea goes to Lou Ryrie of Forbidden Planet. Credit for the design and execution goes to Caroline Sutton.

And thus were born the Flowers of Sin biscuits.

Lou went the extra mile for House of Electricity’s launch, producing electric cakes and bomb cakes. Wow.

Meanwhile, we went for shooting star shape with popping candy. Nobody left empty-handed.

That’s what a book launch is all about.

“A brilliant book launch. Great fun.”

 

“Great launch. Well done for a well conceived and executed event. Plus good biccies.”

 

 

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20 Days of Electricity

Launch at Blackwell’s Portsmouth

20 things that helped Lawless and the House of Electricity into the world:

Biscuits

“Scrumptious biscuits and the ladies enjoying themselves with an array of pretty hats.”

“A brilliant book launch. Great fun.”

 

“Great launch. Well done for a well conceived and executed event. Plus good biccies.”

   

 

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Lawless short story

As Lawless & the House of Electricity hits the shelves, our hyperlocal newsite Star & Crescent have given me a boost, twixt Holmes Fest and Subaquatic Steampunk outings:

starandcrescent.org.uk/2017/09/08/portsmouth-writers-season-william-sutton-2/ 

They’ve published a Lawless short story, in which Sergeant Lawless finds himself in the darkest corners of Portsea investigating the trafficking of foreign women into local brothels.

First appearing in Portsmouth Fairy Tales, this had another outing at Holmes Fest 2017 and has proved one of Lawless’ most popular outings.

 

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Literary London

Where does Mr Benn rub shoulders with Eliza Doolittle and Logan Mountstuart?


On this beautiful literary map of London, compiled by Dex, a London-based artist and graphic designer, and interior designer Anna Burles. They describe it as “an intricate type map of the capital teeming with infamous fictional characters from London’s literary past and present.”




 


www.telegraph.co.uk/books/classic-books/lose-beautiful-literary-map-london/

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Reliable Libel: Traducing the Past

Historia Magazine is the online province of the Historical Writers’ Association, presenting topics from the arcane to the archaic and the archeological to the archetypal. You can sign up for it here.

I’m grateful for their support presenting my new novel, Lawless and the House of Electricity. They’ve also published my article musing on the perils of using real historical characters, which I here reproduce.

TRADUCING THE PAST

Do you worry about misrepresenting historical figures?

“You faithless writer,” cry my characters, as I attribute to them words and attitudes they would renounce.

Tom Stoppard, in Travesties, took care to give Lenin only speeches that were historically attributed to him. But with his main character, Henry Carr, he was more daring. Carr’s fame (reported in Ellmann’s biography of James Joyce) rested on his quarrel with the great author over a pair of trousers he’d bought to play Algernon in Joyce’s production of The Importance of Being Earnest.

How surprised Stoppard was, after his play opened, to receive a letter from Carr’s widow. Thankfully, she was generous about any misrepresentation.

How would you feel if you received a letter from a relative of your character (especially if you’d portrayed them cavalierly and unflatteringly)?

If they’re dead, is it still libel?

I have made a prince behave like a cad. I’ve made a famous engineer unwitting accomplice to conspiracy. I’ve put an erotic memoirist at the heart of a network that would trouble Operation Yew Tree. Might their descendants demand restitution?

Top ten Traducements

Here is a cricket team of real people I have casually introduced into my fiction. Only now, as I write about it, do I worry whom I have traduced and whom represented faithfully.

Charles Dickens
Prince Albert
John Camden Hotten, publisher
Edward Lear
Wilkie Collins
Bertie, Prince of Wales
Skittles (Catherine Walters/Anonyma), courtesan
Kitty Hamilton, bawd-house madam
Walter, author of My Secret Life
William Armstrong (my Earl of Roxbury)
Joseph Bazalgette, engineer

12th men Jenny Marx, The Crippled Nutmeg-Grater Seller, The Hot-Potato Seller

How well should we know our characters? How well can we?

Some writers demand total rigour; some alter the world a little, others a lot. Romantic historical novelist Diana Gabaldon was agonising over a detail of Jacobite clothing. Her exasperated husband was puzzled, in books that begin with time travel from a stone circle, that she worried about such details. Her reply was curt.

We historical novelists, I’d suggest, set ourselves a standard. Often those with the wildest plots are the greatest sticklers for realistic journey times, accurate clothing and pinpoint language. I spend forever on Google Ngrams, checking for anachronistic language.

Errors, inevitably, creep in. I was called out in my first ever review (Allan Massie, The Scotsman) for attributing whiskers to cricketer WG Grace’s brother, EM Grace. That showed a level of detail I had not expected. Nobody pointed out that Bertie, Prince of Wales, whom I teased for his rotundity, was at 21 a willowy youth.

Whiskery EM Grace 

We are all grateful (through gritted teeth) to friends and editors who spot such anachronisms: the Criterion Theatre was not around in 1864; “zounderkite” is not attested in the period, despite pop slang sites. More problematic was this edit suggested for Lawless & the House of Electricity. I mentioned priest-holes during Tudor persecution. My editor said Elizabeth I was more accurate than Henry VIII:

          I’ve read of hapless priests hiding from Elizabeth I’s torturers.

Historically better – except that Elizabeth was not known as Elizabeth I in 1864. She was plain Elizabeth, until there was an Elizabeth II. We spotted that error just in time.

I fought over the diagnosis of Lady Elodie’s illness in this book. “What would the illness be diagnosed as today?” she demanded.

“That’s not relevant,” I replied. “And why do we assume we’d be right, and they were wrong?”

She was right to ask. It led to this plea in my afterword note on sources:

I urge you to consider the catalepsy-lethargy-somnambulism cycle of Charcot’s Saltpêtrière hysterics, dissected brilliantly by Asti Hustvedt in Medical Muses: Hysteria in Nineteenth-Century Paris .

Perhaps, just as we laugh at Victorian diagnoses such as strolling congestion, drawing room anguish, dissipation of nerves and imaginary female trouble (factors cited upon commitment to a Victorian asylum), we should think how today’s diagnoses will be laughed at in the future.

Getting to know them

There are errors and oversights, and there is traducement.

How well do you get to know your characters? While writing my first novel, I was a Victorian novice. I asked friends: who was in London in 1859, as the Metropolitan Line entered construction? Who should I include? Answers came swiftly: Marx, Dickens, George Eliot, Thackeray, Trollope, Edward Lear, pre-Raphs. They threw in Magwitch, Raskolnikov and a cavalcade of fictional characters.

I had no idea how deeply I would end up in this world. As Historia readers will know, the deeper you get, the more you realise you know nothing.

Period background I gleaned from Peter Ackroyd’s inspired book on Dickens. Judith Flanders’ The Victorian House generated detail. A visit to the Geffrye Museum opens the eyes to differences between eras, attuning the eye to style, colour, pattern and textures. A film clip of 1890s Tower Bridge at the Museum of London conveyed the mayhem of traffic better than contemporary accounts – for them, it was normal. Why describe it? Police reports on Lee Jackson’s Victorian London site give the flavour of their prose, accents and slang, unashamed identification of criminal types, and moral undertones through so much of life.

I’ve wasted time too. I read a Disraeli biography, then cut him. (Even his one line about “climbing the greasy pole” of politics.) I read a book on the Geneva Convention, then cut its founder, Henri Dunant.

Princes, Politicians, Prostitutes

Must we represent them fairly, these past figures we dare to reanimate? I like to know them well enough to orchestrate their voices and intentions, but not so well I’d feel ashamed of making them spout whatever claptrap I wish them to voice.

The hugely famous I treat reverentially. Dickens appears sparingly: two lines in my first novel and one in my second, our detective reticent about their acquaintance. To Prince Albert I attribute only sentiments lifted verbatim from his letters, as Stoppard with Lenin. Albert’s son, Bertie (later Edward VII), is a different matter.

For lesser celebrities, I’m take risks. I place publisher John Camden Hotten in Holywell Street, peddling pornographic novels. Hotten penned the wonderful Dictionary of Modern Slang, Cant, and the Vulgar Tongue. Should I feel ashamed of placing him in such sordid environs? Not really: he also penned Lady Bumtickler’s Revels and published Swinburne’s scurrilous poetry.

I feel I know Edward Lear from Vivien Noakes’ Edward Lear: The Life of a Wanderer; but I had to steer clear of knowing exactly where he was day by day (as recorded on Marco Graziosi’s Lear website). Likewise, I am cavalier with Wilkie Collins; but Andrew Lycett’s biography A Life of Sensation backs up the ebullient bonhomie, opiates and sybaritic jaunts I accord to him.

Deliberate Misrepresentation

Who have I most roundly misrepresented?

Joseph Bazalgette strides through my first book, a triumphant hero redeeming London from the scourge through his sewerage. Researching my third, I discovered contemporary accusations of false practices, even bribery, in the proposal and design stage. So I’ve put him in again, reeling from these allegations.

Bertie, Prince of Wales, we know from the history books and law court records (and fiction such as Peter Lovesey’s mysteries). I don’t regret making him consort with famous courtesan Skittles; I made the most of his real teenage dalliance with dancing girl Nellie Clifden.

Skittles herself proved one of my readers’ favourites in Lawless and the Flowers of Sin. So much was written of her at the time – riding in Rotten Row, Gladstone sending boxes of tea, conquests in Paris – it’s hard to allege anything that would offend her or her admirers. I did invent her association with famous madame Kate Hamilton (and Kate doesn’t come off as kindly).

‘Walter’ the pseudonymous author of My Secret Life is perhaps the character I worst traduce. We cannot be sure of his identity (most likely erotobibliomaniac Henry Spencer Ashbee, creator of the Index Librorum Prohibitorum). I used this uncertainty to create JW Brodie, a Jekyll/Hyde impresario who bestrides London like a spidery colossus, orchestrating crimes worse than Walter ever admitted to.

The Crippled Nutmeg-Grater Seller was interviewed by Henry Mayhew: his story made me weep. I couldn’t resist giving his story fresh voice, with added volubility, in my character Bede, the storyteller in Flowers of Sin.

For my new book, I had already invented my House Of Electricity before learning of Cragside, home of Baron Armstrong, the electro-magus of the north. I loved Henrietta Heald’s glorious William Armstrong: Magician of the North. But I kept my right to fictionalise by creating my Earl of Roxbury, melding attributes of Armstrong with other industrialists past and present. I also wanted to tell a tale of family life (like Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love) – and Armstrong had no children.

William Armstrong

Should I feel compunction?

It turns out that Tom Stoppard did misrepresent Henry Carr. He made him a self-regarding draft-dodger, around which Joyce, Lenin and Dadaist Tristan Tzara humorously investigate twentieth century culture. In truth, far from evading the draft, Carr was a prisoner of war, sent to Switzerland through an amnesty because he was wounded. Thank goodness his widow didn’t complain.

How well should we know our characters? How well can we? After all, perhaps contemporary accounts are just as unreliable. If we steered clear of unknowables, we would have no historical fiction at all. No Eagle of the Ninth, no Saxon Stories, no Rob Roy, no Tale of Two Cities. No Iliad.

We can only research so far.

Lawless & the House of Electricity , third in the  series of Lawless mysteries exploring the darker sides of Victorian London, is published by Titan Books .

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Electricity Launched

Thank you to all who came and helped with launches.

Daguerreotypes and kinematographic pictures to follow.

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House of Electricity Interview on That’s Solent

House of Electricity Interview on That’s Solent:

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Publication Events: Lawless & the House of Electricity

Lawless & the House of Electricity is published today by Titan Books. You can buy it from them or from Amazon, paperback or Kindle edition.

 

 

Thanks to my brilliant agent Phil Patterson, and to all at Titan Books for holding the proverbial editing gun to my head.

 

After our wonderful larksome launches for last year’s Flowers of Sin, don’t miss my two events:

31/08/2017 | 6:00 pm – 7:15 pm Forbidden Electricity: 31 August Book Launch Forbidden Planet, London
01/09/2017 | 5:00 pm – 6:30 pm Book Launch Portsmouth: Lawless & the House of Electricity

Blackwell’s in Portsmouth, Portsmouth

I’m also hosting two shows this week down in Pompey town:

25/08/2017 | 3:30 pm – 6:00 pm Vic-STORY-ous Canvas Coffee, Portsmouth Hampshire
26/08/2017 | 1:30 pm – 3:00 pm The Front Room – Victorious Southsea Seafront, Southsea

And not too far ahead I’ll be storytelling in the bar at:

30/09/2017 – 01/10/2017 | 10:00 am – 5:00 pm The Subaquatic Steampunk Weekend

Royal Navy Submarine Museum, Gosport

And in Portsmouth Dark Fest, watch out for

30/10/2017 | 5:45 pm – 8:15 pm Day of the Dead V: Blood Runs Thicker

Square Tower, Portsmouth Hampshire
12/11/2017 | 5:45 pm – 8:15 pm Dark Songs, Square Tower, Portsmouth Hampshire

Electro-Appliances [The Illustrated London News]

Dr Pulvermacher’s apparatus has untold effects. Read for yourself in Mrs HM Barker’s letter to The Illustrated London News: “Life-promoting restoration, efficacious, conveniently self-applicable. I may attest to being restored to health without shocks or unpleasant sensation.”

Further endorsements available on request. Reliable evidence of self-applicable Electro-Generators is given in the pamphlet Nature’s Chief Restorer of Impaired Vitality:

rheumatism, gout, neuralgia, deafness,
toothache, paralysis, liver complaints, cramps,
spasms, nervous debility, functional maladies

To ensure against the extortions of the quack fraternity, patients should peruse Pulvermacher’s A Sincere Voice of Warning Against Quacks &c.  Price of Galvanic Appliance, according to electric power, from 2s and upwards.

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Portsmouth Book Launch 1 Sept: Lawless & the House of Electricity

Book Launch: Lawless & the House of Electricity

5pm for 5.30pm Friday 1 Sept 2017

Blackwell’s, Portsmouth, PO1 2EF

Don your fakers, fumbles & steampunk stampers to share Victorian cocktails, electrical biscuitry, & the launch of the third Lawless mystery.

Prize for best outfit: mustachios & muttonchops, mishtoppers & maquillage.

Head Case Curios on hand to help you gird on your gothic glad rags.

 

Character cabaret. Q & A. Songs akin to this nonsense about Victorian Diagnoses

Afterwards, we shall retire to the Brewhouse & Kitchen (Portsmouth).
    


Tables are booked from 6.45pm to tickle our innards with neck oil & victuals.


All are welcome, especially whooperups and dollymops as tight as a boiled owl.

Read of last year’s hijinx at Blackwell’s here for the previous book, Lawless and the #FlowersofSin.

 

 

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Revisiting Pompey Stories #1

Here’s my performance of a song about an ex-girlfriend, for Premature Articulation, storytelling event by Portsmouth Writers’ Hub as part of Portsmouth Bookfest, 14.2.16, a warm-up to Valentine’s Day Massacre at The Wave Maiden.

Thanks to: Canvas Coffee, at Portsmouth & Southsea Station

Thanks to: AJ Noon for filming

Get down to Canvas Coffee on Friday 25, 3.45-6pm, for VicSTORYous, a storytelling show.

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