Sunday, 22 July 2018

Book Review: Ollie and the Starchaser by Tanya Southey





It is often acknowledged that children’s literature is devoured just as hungrily by the adult purchasers as the intended young readers. I became another proof-point to this widely accepted “truth” last week when I found myself lazing on the couch by the fireplace on a wintry Sunday afternoon as the wind and rain howled outside, riveted to a copy of “Ollie and the Starchaser”, aimed at 8 – 12 year olds.

Written by debut author Tanya Southey, it is a book with just the right mixture of fantasy and fact, fiction and realism, magic and adventure. It opens with Ollie being put to bed by his grandmother Nanoo.

Nanoo was not a usual gran who sat knitting scratchy jumpers and drinking tea. She was an astronomer who had discovered a new planet. She wasn’t much of a cook but she had one biscuit recipe that never failed. Ollie is also not the usual little boy. He finds school hard sometimes, other boys tease him about the books he read or about dropping the ball in footy.

Nanoo and Ollie spent time together with the biscuits, her stories and her telescope. Nanoo taught Ollie about the universe, the planet she had discovered and more importantly to love adventure and to imagine. As Ollie looked through her telescope, he marked things he could see. He also marked things he couldn’t see but imagined were up there and hoped he might discover, just as Nanoo had done.

One day when Ollie comes home from school, his dog does not run up and welcome him in the usual way. Inside he finds his mum crying, dad standing by with a grave look on his pale face. Nanoo is missing. Ollie’s life is turned upside down, he cannot believe this is happening. Grumpiness replaces laughter in his family.

Ollie’s luck changes when his friend Starchaser turns up in his garden one day. Together, Ollie and the Starchaser go on an epic adventure to find Nanoo. They explore vistas beyond the comfort zone, take risks and make brave choices. But does it lead them to Nanoo in the end? You have to read to find out.

This is a book that will provoke some rich conversations with the young ones in your life. About gender bias, self esteem, resilience, accepting those that are different, family and friendship. It also gives you a scaffolding to talk to children about dealing with loss and grief. The writing itself is incredibly visual, imaginative and fun. Gum trees look like tiny broccoli on a dinner plate from the sky. The sun pulls a blanket of waves over its head as it sinks into the ocean. The illustration by Jess Southey then pushes it to a whole new level. You can actually make it a game to see how many clues your young reader (or you) can find in the illustrations. Like the number plate for Nanoo’s car being NAN000. Or busy astronomer Nanno owning a cookbook named “COOKING 123” and a snakeplant, a houseplant notoriously hard to kill. Illustrations of Ollie’s bedroom or treehouse with its astronomy themed curtains and posters would be any adventure-loving kid’s dream.

The book is not without its little faults. The introduction to Starchaser (outside of Nanoo’s stories) is somewhat abrupt. Some of the references like a 10-57 police code seem American rather than Australian. The first few chapters used to build context are slow to being with and risks losing some young readers before they get to where the fun starts. But once the adventure gets going, this is a book that is hard to put down. It is also a book that lingers in your mind long after you have turned the last page. Overall, an amazing effort from a first time writer and a book that would make a fabulous gift for any pre-teen in your life.


Saturday, 3 June 2017

Flat finish to the Clifton Chronicles

Being a loyal Jeffrey Archer fan, I picked up the first of the Clifton Chronicles (Only Time Will Tell) almost as soon as it was released. I had spent the previous few months awaiting this saga, the one that promised to tell a sweeping, all-encompassing story of its 3 heroes through all of the 20th century. The setting has many similarities to Archer's own life, the setting in South West England, life at a dockyard (Archer's grandfather worked in one), life as an MP, life as a successful author, life in prison, life on the verge of bankruptcy. Many say that Archer's life story would make a great read and that's an understatement!

And the series. at first, did not disappoint. It was hallmark Archer. Solid storyline, bold characters, sneaky twists and turns - all leading up to a sucker punch ending. I waited eagerly again for the next one. As the series evolved, however, the story seemed to lose some of its tautness. Like a much-loved champagne left out overnight after a party, I could recognise the tasting notes that had made me fall in love but gone were the bubbles and buzz, the flavour and fizz. I am nothing but a loyalist, and despite falling out of love by Book #3 (Best Kept Secret) in the series, with all of the might of my Taurean stubbornness, I vowed to not quit.

This was meant to be a 5 year project with a book each year, covering 20 years at a time. I wish the editor held Archer to it, because the last 2 books were like flat warm beer. Stories continue to meander and characters are added to just add to the length of the book rather than the story. In Book #6 (Cometh the Hour) What was the point of the Bollywoodesque love story between Sebastian and Priya? 1970s Bombay looks and feels mysteriously like 2015 and you cringe at the lack of research. Children's voices have never been well developed in an Archer novel, but Jessica's precociousness is as annoying as a thousand nails on a chalkboard. Even the perfection of the 3 protagonists now seem boring, having seen it already for 5 400+ page books prior to this.

Coming to Book #7 (This Was a Man), there seems to be very little point in even writing it. The first chapter resolves the characteristic twist in the tail that Archer ends each book with. The rest of the book focuses on minor characters and more meandering subplots rather than extending anything of significance in the protagonists' lives. More time was spent on the details of a school cricket match rather than the triumphs and failures of the Cliftons and Barringtons.

This dull ending to a much anticipated saga has made me somewhat sad, rather like losing an old friend. One that you haven't always kept in touch with, but so much of your early life and love are tied up in your memories of him. I have enjoyed many an Archer novel and short story over the years. I want to remember him for those - the sweeping drama of Kane and Abel, the thrill of the chase in Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less, the cat-and-mouse game in A Twist in the Tale, the wit and entertainment in A Quiver Full of Arrows... The Clifton Chronicles was an audacious goal to take on at the age of 70. It was entertaining in parts. But instead of the characteristic cracking showdown in the Archer from the past, this one fizzles to a very very flat finish.

Monday, 8 May 2017

Shelf Help: When books help you heal

3 months ago life threw me a sucker punch that, for the first time ever, made me unable to read books. On January 30 this year, I lost my father.  Ever since then, I have not been able to read a single book. I could not decide what to read. If I chose something anyway, I couldn't settle enough to keep going. My eyes scan the words. My brain registers nothing but grief. I almost feel guilty doing something I would enjoy when my father is no longer around...

I, the forever finish-one-book-and-start-another kind of girl, had lost my reading mojo and it scared me.

Finally I decided it was time for some serious s(h)elf help! I have my own library full of books but it simply wasn't working. So last weekend, I walked down to my favourite local library and honed down on one of my all-time favourite authors, the Queen of Suspense, Mary Higgins Clark.

Mary Higgins Clark is known for her suspense and mystery thrillers. I love most of her books, but more than that I am fascinated and inspired by her own life. Born in 1927, she lost her father when she was only 11 and her older brother in WWII when she was 17. She aspired to be a writer from when she was very young but worked as a switchboard operator, secretary, model and stewardess, got married and struggled for a long time before enjoying literary success. Before her first big win with "Where are the Children" in 1975, she had also lost her mother, her only remaining sibling and her first husband. Today, at almost 90 years of age, she is still writing, while enjoying life with her children, grandchildren and current husband. Definitely on my reading list is her memoir "Kitchen Privileges"

As for me, this week I successfully finished 3 of her books!! The book balm has worked, I have now got 3 more books lined up to read (Jeffrey Archer and Tara Moss) and life is slowly getting back to enjoyable again.

A short review of each of the 3 books I read this weekend:

I Heard that Song Before (2007) Rating 6/10 - Daughter of a landscaper, little Kay Lansing sneaks into the mansion of her widowed father's rich employer one day and overhears a couple arguing about money and then the man walking away whistling a tune she is familiar with. Later that day, a woman disappears never to be seen again. A few weeks later Kay's own father commits suicide, apparently not able to live life without his dear wife. Kay is plunged into deep feelings of abandonment... 22 years later Kay ends up marrying the once-employer's son, knowing full well that there are rumours surrounding the mysterious death of his first wife as well as girlfriend (the woman who disappeared all those years ago). When the police arrive at their doorstep with an arrest warrant for her husband after some new evidence comes up, Kay is scared she has married a murderer - but determined to find the truth.

I identified with Kay's feelings of abandonment after her father's death (Illogical, I know. But it's there). However overall the characters are ill developed in this story and it is hard to relate to most of them. It kept me guessing for most of the book, but did not really grab me as most of her books do.

Where are you Now (2008) Rating 7/10 - A 21 year old university student at the cusp of a successful life seemingly walks out of it one day and is never seen again. He does call his parents every Mother's Day. Even the death of his father in the 9/11 tragedy does not bring him back, although the calls don't stop. 10 years later, his sister is determined to find him. Her actions set in motion a number of events that seems to prove that  her brother is now a serial killer!

What I found most interesting in this book is how each little element and different story arc connects and falls in place by the end. No wonder MHC is known as a master plotter. Although there were enough clues to guess the culprit, I couldn't quite figure out why and how until the very end. A good page turner and exactly what I needed for my bibliotherapy.

Daddy's gone a hunting (2013) Rating 7/10 - A family owned furniture business in New York bursts into flames one night killing a former disgruntled employee and severely injuring the owner's daughter Kate. It is evident the fire was deliberately lit and suspicion falls on Kate, while she is in an induced coma and unable to defend herself. Kate's sister Hannah is determined to prove her sister innocent while their father Doug seems distant and money minded.

Again in this book it is clever how so many different lives and families intersect and are connected by murders that take place in different times and for different reasons. I love the excitement of the guessing game of course, but the clever plotting and connections between characters is what kept me going.








Friday, 10 June 2016

Catalogue & Cover, Cover, Read....

Catalogue & Cover these...

Cover these.....

Read most of these....


A Book Lover's life is always busy...

Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Love Crime Novels Set In Europe?.... You Might Like This Then...

If you love the crime fiction genre and can't resist the atmosphere of a Paris cafe scene, a dark foggy mystery in London, a chase through the streets of Prague or the seedy side of Berlin in the 20s, you'll probably quite like the suitably named site http://www.eurocrime.co.uk 


It doesn't seem to get updated that often, but hey, I'm guilty of that sin myself to some degree, but it has some great links and bits n bobs from the genre.

Enjoy.


Sunday, 29 May 2016

A Weekend In The 1930s.....

I've been away this weekend. 

One of the pleasures of being a book lover is how much I get to travel, fitting global (and temporal) odysseys into just one weekend of 'real' time.

After spending much of last week flitting around Melbourne in 1929, in the scintillating company of Ms Phyrne Fisher, I found myself unable to pull out of the inter-war years. 

So, I elected to spend some of it in Berlin, circa 1930, where, in the company of Mr Isherwood, I was lucky enough to meet the delectably decadent Ms Sally Bowles. 


Sally likes to party, in spite of, (or, it could be argued, with total disregard for) the state of the world around her. She is a wonderful creature, as all her boyfriends know. Her life could be likened to a cabaret, all flash, glamour and entertainment on the surface, with the dirty reality hidden from the outside world by props and scenery. 



I'm still enjoying Sally's life, but my magical travel powers have allowed me to skip forward to 1932, where I've spent some time aboard the majestic vessel RMS Aquitania as she makes her way across the Atlantic to New York, then on to Sydney. In the company of the the Honourable Rowland Sinclair, (accompanied, of course by his good friends, Milton, Clyde and the irresistibly flame-haired Edna) I have been introduced to the guiding lights of the Theosophical Society. Of course, someone is inconsiderate enough to have gotten murdered, and even young Roly himself has been shot at! 





It's always so dangerous hanging around this gang of artistic Sydney-siders!

I look forward to continuing both of these journeys over the next few days!


Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Phryne Fisher... Queen Of The Bright Young Things...

As a 'dyed in the wool' lover of classic Golden Age mysteries, and being possessed of a need to be retrospectively reincarnated into the turbulent times of the roaring twenties and the tumultuous thirties, what better vehicle for my escapism than the Phryne Fisher novels of Kerry Greenwood?



With a generous ladelling of period appropriate mis-en-scene, an intelligent, beautiful, talented, protagonist, and the requisite twists, red-herrings and villains of a Christie-esque creation, Cocaine Blues, ticks all the right boxes.



Many of you will have met Miss Fisher through the excellent TV series that has catalogued her adventures, but, in time-honoured fashion, the books, of course, far out-do the TV show based on this, the first offering. There are already a whole bunch of Phryne Fisher novels out there, great news for those of us who love a single author binge. I can't wait to get my teeth into the rest of them!



The visual assistance of the TV show definitely aided my easy fall into love with this book, who couldn't fall for Essie Davies? But the novel stands alone admirably. 


Greenwood has a talent for detailing the costumes her heroine inhabits throughout the adventure that might cause the non-sartorialy inclined to gloss over them a bit, but if flapper style is not your bag, if your interests lay along a more traditionally 'masculine' plane, just Google her choice of automobile, in this instance a 1920's Hispano-Suiza 46CV in red.... If you don't find that sexy, accompanied by the delectable Miss Fisher, you are clearly dead.

Read Cocaine Blues, it's wonderful!!

Thursday, 19 May 2016

Murder Most Horrid....

As an unashamed lover of the detective genre, the fascination of murder as a literary vehicle, for all its horrific significance in reality, is one which has always struck a chord with me. 

Equally at home in the 'Golden Age' crime stories of Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers, or the modern police procedurals of Peter James' Roy Grace series, I love a good murder!

I've never personally got into the 'True Crime' genre for the purposes of a pleasant Sunday afternoon read, but I get the attraction, so Lucy Worsley's "A Very British Murder" definitely appealed to my baser instincts. 



Some of you will be familiar with Lucy Worsley's work as an historian, via the medium of TV and a number of books on various elements of historical interest. 

The book "A Very British Murder" was written to accompany the TV series of the same name in 2013 and gives the reader an excellent, rounded exposure to murder as an 'entertainment' form over the the last couple of centuries. 


To get an insight into where the crime genre has its roots I'd definitely recommend this book.

It's dead good.....

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Big Day For The Little Corporal......

On this day in history, 18th of May, 1804, Napoleon Bonaparte took the ultimate accolade for a (relatively) low-born Corsican when he was declared (mainly by himself) Emperor of France. 

Arguably the single most influential figure of the late 18th and early 19th centuries in Europe, and still today one of the most recognised names of European history. Less diminutive than you might think at 5'7" in modern measurements (5'2" in the then form of French measurement apparently, which led to his reputation for being a little chap) he certainly made a big impact on the world at the time. 

There are more books out there about 'Boney' than you can shake an Imperial Crown at, but Bonaparte by Corelli Barnett, published in 1978 is a good starting point if you want to learn a little more.



Tuesday, 17 May 2016

George Orwell: A Life In Pictures....



For any fan or George Orwell, this is a 'must watch'... 

There are no 'real' moving pictures, or recordings of his voice in interviews... so this work has to utilise the massive quantities of writing Orwell produced in his relatively short life.

George Orwell, A Life In Pictures...

Monday, 28 December 2015

Finally Catching The Last Bus To Woodstock...

Like, I'm sure, many of you, I've been a big fan of Colin Dexter's Inspector Morse, and it's spin-offs on TV over the last thirty or so years.




Well I've finally got around to actually doing the decent thing for a book lover and delving into the novels upon which the TV series was based. I bought the boxed set of 'Morse' novels, published by Pan, during my UK trip earlier this year, and having recently run out of my favourite detective fiction... decided to give this a go.

I have to say I've ploughed through 'Last Bus To Woodstock', the first in the Morse series, in less than two days. Always a good sign. The writing of Mr Dexter allows reading to flow very easily. It is uncomplicated yet descriptive, erudite yet not elaborate. 

As to the story itself, aside from a slight personal discomfort in the way the issue of a rape is addressed, (this was written in 1975, whether we like it or not, sensibilities were different then) it is a throughly gripping story with, of course the required twist in the tail. 

I'd definitely recommend giving it a go!

Stevie at BLM

Thursday, 24 December 2015

Book Lover's Best Of 2015....

So, here we are once again dear reader, at that festive time of year when even atheists like me like to eat drink and be merry, think of friends close and afar and take a look back over the year. 


That being the case it's time for a quick review of my favourites from 2015, which I sit typing with a glass of decent Cab Sav to my left and a growing pile of food, pressies and relatives to my right!

I've not read anywhere near as many books this year as I would like, only forty two, which is a lot for some, not many for others, but it was all I managed to squeeze in. Must try harder next year!

I diarise and rate all my reading (lucky for you I spare you all that particularly geeky, detailed information) so it makes it quite easy to go back over the year and figure out a few highlights. 

Out of the 42, only three achieved a 10/10 rating from me, though there were six that I gave a 9/10. 

The '10s' were, in order of reading: 
Time And Time Again by Ben Elton (Jan) 



A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway (May)



Seventy Seven Clocks by Christopher Fowler (May). 



All recommended reading as far as I'm concerned, and wide-ranging enough in topics that there is something there to please everyone.

Of the six that received a '9' three were also from the Bryant & May stories by Christopher Fowler, who, by any sort of reckoning, has to be my Author of the Year. I've worked my way through all but one of his Bryant & May series this year, (having read the first in 2014) and have now, sadly caught up with the author who is busily working on the next instalment. 



Finally... I'd like to take this opportunity to say a big thank you to the thousands who follow us on our Facebook page, and the considerably less who follow this, the less popular, less often written but more verbose version of Book Lovers Melbourne.  your kind comments and input through the year has been much appreciated.

I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and New Year!!

Thursday, 5 November 2015

A Blast From The Past...Stuff I Read Years Ago.....

So, recently on Facebook I found myself doing one of those "100 tunes blah blah" that the owners of both Facebook and YouTube must absolutely love for their 'clickbait' potential as more and more users join in and link to more and more YouTube videos ad-infinitum...

I soon realised it's actually quite difficult to think of stuff that you used to be into musically, when you are still voraciously absorbing new stuff, or, in my case new old stuff that I enjoy discovering for the first time.

This set me thinking about books, unsurprisingly... more specifically books that I enjoyed many years ago. Now being a bit of a book hoarder this is a little easier than music for me, if I've read and liked it, I've almost certainly still got it somewhere!

But would those old favourites stand the test of time? I'm thinking perhaps some more than others...

So, here are a few books I once was in love with, will love be re-kindled (sorry, couldn't resist that one...) or is it time for these old flames to be consigned to the fire?...

First out of the traps has to be my absolute favourite in my formative reading years, The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe: C.S. Lewis. Now as far as standing the test of time is concerned I won't hear a word against this little gem. I think I first read it, (a school library copy) in about 1975,. My own copy is about thirty years old, and I have re-read it many times since, so I'm fairly comfortable that it is perhaps one of the best children's books ever written. I moved on to 'High Fantasy' a little while after, delving into Tolkien of course, but this book, and it's companion stories (particularly The Magician's Nephew) put me under a life-long spell. If you don't buy your kids a copy of this, it's probably child abuse. Probably. 



Next up, following my reading habits, I'd, after a few years, moved into the realms of Dungeons & Dragons stories. The Dragonlance Chronicles: Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman is actually an anthology of three novels, Dragons Of Autumn Twilight, Dragons Of Winter Night and Dragons Of Spring Dawning. Which came out in the mid 1980s, (by which time I was in my late teens, and a bit of a nerd reading wise...). I loved this book at the time and it actually led me into playing D&D for a little while... (yep nerd confessional right there....). Sadly I lent my copy to someone many years ago and have never had it returned (I can't actually recall who I lent it to...), but I can still recall an early scene in which one of the characters, a Dwarf named Flint Fireforge, is seated on a rock feeling the heat that it has absorbed from the sun gently warming his old bones. I can't sit on a rock without remembering that bit... Maybe I need to get another copy to see how it stands up to my current reading...


Out of the Fantasy genre now, as I'm sure many of you will be pleased to hear... and on to a book I read in about the mid-eighties, Jack Higgins:The Eagle Has Landed. Yes I moved on from Fantasy to War stories... so mature... but the thing I loved most at the time about this book, as a young man who was an avid reader of real-life WWII historical accounts, was that this was my first 'what-if?' story. It also opened my mind to other perspectives. As a born and bred Englishman, for the first time I found myself cheering for the traditional 'bad guys' of my limited cultural exposure, the Germans, and the IRA. I read a lot more Jack Higgins back then on the strength of this, which I recall enjoying at the time but I have to confess that reading one a couple of years back the I'd not read before, I was little disappointed. I'm too scared to re-read this one in case that happens again. Memories are sometimes best left alone.


Back in time a few years again, (I know this is jumping around in time like a Tarantino script, but I'm going a little 'stream of consciousness here...) A book that left a deep impression on me in my high school years was The Long Walk: Slavomir Rawicz. It was, as far as I can recall my first exposure to historical biography and I will be forever in my Literature teacher's debt for opening my mind to this field, one which is still a massive favourite. 



Next up, we bounce forward a bit, to the late eighties, by which time I'm bitten by the historical fiction bug. The book that dragged me into this other so-far life-long love, was Sharpe's Rifles: Bernard Cornwell. I've read and re-read all the Sharpe novels literally dozens of times and I still find myself absolutely absorbed. Napoleonic Wars, muskets, swords, heroes, villains, it's got the lot. Probably very much 'boys own' stuff, but I'm a boy. 



Finally on this little delve into my reading past, I'm going for London: Edward Rutherford. I re-read the paperback version of this so many times it literally fell to pieces, and the replacement hasn't fared much better. I treated myself to a first edition hardback a few years ago which I refuse to take off of the shelf and subject to the same abuse. published in 1997, this isn't even twenty years old yet, but it seems like a very long time ago when I first got to know the group of families that are our hosts through thousands of years of London's history. Probably my favourite piece of historical fiction ever. 



I hope this little dip into my past loves of the literary world isn't too self-indulgent. If you haven't read any of the above, give them a go, you may (or may not) be pleasantly surprised. 

Happy reading.
Stevie at BLM.




Friday, 9 October 2015

The Best Of Bendigo...

Thanks to my day job, yesterday I was lucky enough to get a spare couple of hours in Bendigo, one of Victoria's most beautiful cities. 

For a lover of history Bendigo is a 'must see' destination, heartland of the Australian gold rush in the 19th century and the traditional land of the Dja Dja Wurrung people. It is wonderfully multi-cultural (in spite of planned events for this coming weekend indicating otherwise) and has one of Australia's most vibrant Chinese cultural centres, impressively documented at the Golden Dragon Museum.

Of course, as you might have guessed, it also has a couple of excellent second hand bookstores which I managed to spend a couple of hours, and a few dollars in....

As you arrive into town from the south, if you're travelling up from Melbourne, look out for Bendigo Book Mark Two at 24 High Street. It's right on your left, as you hit the CBD, on the corner, so keep your eyes peeled! It looks great from the outside...




But looks even better from the inside!!



From which I was able to find over a dozen additions to my growing collection of Penguin paperbacks! Prices are very reasonable and the range of material available is excellent! The owners are also very friendly, They even asked me to mind the shop while a delivery came to the back door!

Next I zipped through town (about three minutes...) to a bookstore I'd visited before, a few years back and that had stuck in my mind because it simply looked great. 'Book Now' at 1 Farmers Lane is owned and run by Jill and Garry Murray, lovely and friendly, as seems to be the norm with bookstore proprietors... they are situated in a former 19th century wine and spirits merchants that oozes charm....



Which also has the ever-sexy-in-a-bookshop benefit of a mezzanine floor!!!



With around 50'000 titles on offer, including a decent sized selection of Chinese titles, you're bound to find something there to take home as a souvenir of your visit to Bendigo. I picked up four additions for the BLM private library at very reasonable prices!

So if you find yourself in the heart of country Victoria, please don't judge Bendigo on what you might see on the local news over the next couple of days. Places are defined by those who choose to stay in them and become a part of the community, not those who choose to vent their anger on the streets as a vocal hate driven minority.

Go to Bendigo!

Stevie at BLM

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Looking For Clues... 6 Of The Best Fictional Detectives...

Much as I might try to drag myself away, in recent years I'm attracted to detective fiction like a super villain is to a long drawn out and impossibly contrived plan for the demise of his or her detective opponent from which they will obviously escape! Yes, I am addicted to detective novels!

No matter how smart your bad guy, no matter how much the author might make them out to be a genius, unsurpassed in their evil plans for world domination or just plain old top-hole murdering skills... The detective always wins through in the end!

And, that is part of why we love them.  But who, in the wide spectrum of sleuths do we really connect with? There are literally hundreds to choose from these days, many classic 'Golden Age' detectives have made it to TV status, opening up a whole new fan base, whilst some seem to have lost their earlier popularity. Some from novels written in the fifties, sixties and seventies only achieved wider TV audiences, and as a result, new readers, a decade or two later. There's no denying a good TV adaptation does no harm to a literary detective's flagging career, but there are plenty out there who have not yet hit the small or big screen, but still hit the spot with millions of readers.

So here is a selection of some of my personal favourites, Super-Sleuths all!

Sherlock Holmes
Obvious, I know, but you'd be hard pushed to find a better known literary detective figure in the world. Whether he's coming straight from the pages of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's four novels and fifty six short stories or the plethora of film and TV incarnations, he is a phenomenon.  


Holmes first appeared in 1887,  initiating for many readers what was to become known as the 'Golden Age Of Detective Fiction'. Doyle's serialisation of stories became popular in The Strand Magazine, and ran on until 1927. Holmes is, according to The Guinness World Records, the 'Most Portrayed Movie Character' having been played by 70 actors in over 200 films!! Now, 130 years on from his first appearance, Holmes is still engaging with audiences. Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller having both recently appeared as new TV incarnations of the character for the 21st century. 130 years and going strong, Holmes will be thrilling readers and audiences for some time to come I think!

Hercule Poirot
Another obvious inclusion to this list has to be Belgium's greatest export, Hercule Poirot! More famous than Stella Artois, more stimulating to the senses than a box full of Guylian seashells, Hercule Poirot combines a mix of genius, arrogance, unintended comic appearance and a dose of obsessive compulsive disorder to create the greatest detective to have ever lived, at least as far as he, himself, is concerned. He's not far off in his estimations too, it has to be said. By his own admission, he has been wrong TWICE in his career. So nobody is perfect.



A refugee following WWI, from his home country, where he worked for the police, once in England the role of private detective becomes his world, much to the annoyance of a string of British Police Officers, it has to be said. 

Like Holmes, Poirot has been portrayed copiously on radio and both small and big screen, by such luminaries as Albert Finney, Peter Ustinov, Orson Welles, and most famously and successfully, David Suchet. from 1989 to 2013 ITV's Agatha Christie's Poirot worked through the entire canon of Poirot stories as produced by Christie. You'd think that would be it for the little Belgian, but I can't help thinking such a successful character is bound to re-appear in a new guise at some point in the next ten years or so. 

Jules Maigret
Simply 'Maigret' to most, including his own wife, this iconic figure of the detective world was created by Georges Simenon and went on to appear in a massive 75 novels and 28 short stories between 1931 and 1972! 



Simenon was arguably one of the most successful fiction writes ever, and another Belgian, but his character Maigret was a Parisian, and his adventures take part in that iconic city. Maigret has been portrayed by French, British, Austrian, German, Italian, Dutch, Japanese and Russian actors in his time. Originally written in French, English translations have also been an enormous part of the Maigret canon, having been a long-standing staple of the Penguin Green paperback series. With a regular focus on Maigret's desire to see into the character of those he comes across during his investigations rather than the crimes themselves, he is, for me a more human detective than many of the genre. Born in the countryside, near Moulins, Maiget originally studied for the medical profession, but the sudden death of his father and the influence of a police office in Paris, and his personal desire to study the dark mysteries of the human character, led him to a profession in which he could become a "doctor of destinies". So was born the legend.

Piet Van Der Valk
Less well know worldwide than his detective compatriots above, Van Der Valk was was the creation of British author Nicolas Freeling in the 1960s. Freeling lived much of his life in the Netherlands and consequently produced a rarity in developing a character that was truly continental European from a British born author. Van Der Valk novels have a realism that is often neglected by others in the genre, Freeling being a self-confessed follower of the Simenon style. Set in and around Amsterdam, Van Der Valk's habit of picking apart the finer details of any crime that comes across his desk, often over a good meal, gives him a distinctive style that delivers results. 


Made famous by the British TV series of the 1970s, which used the character, (but little of the plot details) Van Der Valk was portrayed by Barry Foster to great public and critical acclaim. Another series popularised by the Penguin Green publications, they are well worth a read for fans of the detective genre.

Josephine Tey
Readers of this page will know of my recent discovery of Josephine Tey, both as real-life author and as a character in the novels of Nicola Upson. I love Upson's choice to develop a real person into the main protagonist of a detective fiction series. A choice that grew out of an earlier project by Upson to write a biography of the crime writer from the middle of the 20th century. The fictional Tey is not a detective per-se, but closely resembles the real Tey as a writer of both plays and novels, who is embroiled in a series of murderous incidents during which her own skills at human interaction play an important part. Working alongside her friend, and 'actual' detective, Archie Penrose, Tey brings something to crime fiction I've not found elsewhere. 



In the nature of the genre, Tey would, perhaps, be considered a 'side-kick', but the realism with which Upson portrays the relationships between Tey and Penrose, as well as Tey's ability to interact with other characters on a realistic level, puts her centre stage in the story. This focus on human relationships does not, however leave plot and drama to play second fiddle, as Upson demonstrates all the skills of the past mistresses and masters of crime fiction to keep the reader hooked on the mystery at hand.

Bryant & May
Okay, this is a bit of a cheat, because it's two detective in one, John May and Arthur Bryant, as created by author Christopher Fowler. The difference here is that, whilst Holmes has his Watson, Poirot has his Hastings and Tey has her Penrose, these two are genuine equal partners in crime fighting. 

Artist Keith Page

I've metioned a number of times on this blog my love of the Bryant & May stories and have interviewed author Christopher Fowler in an earlier post, because, put simply, I think this is some of the best crime fiction around at the moment. This pair of octogenarian detectives, jointly leading the Peculiar Crimes Unit spend their days simultaneously uncovering the deep, dark and quite interesting past of London, whilst (eventually) outwitting a series of murderers and ne'r do wells. Author Fowler's extensive knowledge of London makes for a wonderful backdrop to the stories that is wonderfully familiar to those of us lucky enough to have spent much time there. 

The often strained but consistently entertaining relationship between the two main protagonists is one of the strongest elements of the stories, which, Fowler does an excellent job of convincing the reader, has lasted over four decades. Standing up proudly with classic crime detectives from the golden age, these two 'Golden Boys' of detection will, (old-age-onset-illness hopefully being kept at bay...) be around for us to enjoy for a while yet I fancy!

So there they are, half a dozen of the best fictional detectives the cost of a paperback can buy. Other detectives are, of course, available.... But they didn't make the cut. Enjoy.

Stevie at BLM.





Friday, 11 September 2015

The Great British Book Buying Trip.... 2015...

Hi everyone,

    As I've mentioned on the shorter FB version of this here.... I've been lucky enough to have a jaunt around the home country these last few weeks, ostensibly to fulfil the role of 'best-man' at a dear friend's wedding, but you (and he...) know I wouldn't miss the opportunity to turn the trip into a book-shopping-fest!!

    So first, the raw data... the numbers.... I managed to buy 82 books for the BLM private collection, bought from a total of around 15 book shops and stalls, spread across 7 towns and cities across the south and middle of England, and even just over the border into Wales!



    Now that is a record number for me, but, I insist it's not excessive... I have a rule in my collecting habits, (I have a few, but this one is pertinent to the current point...)

    I only ever buy books I fully intend reading!

    Sounds obvious right? But for a book collector, as well as an avid reader, a very important distinction.     My personal library currently sits at around 2100 books, give or take. I'm a keen reader, but, real life gets in the way to some degree, and I'm not blessed with the skill and focus of my co-BLM writer, Baju, who can seemingly just pick up a book and absorb the contents via high-speed osmosis!

    So I only buy books I fully intend reading, whilst fully aware I might not get around to all of them in this life time. (As an atheist I assume this is the only lifetime I get but I'm prepared to consider religions that offer extensions to finish reading one's own book collection...).

    So, the number of purchases is not excessive, because I want, and intent, to read them all!

    There is one small "cheat" in this massive amount of purchases, in that nearly 40 of them consisted of  early 'Penguins' that I bought on eBay over a year ago, but had posted to a friend's address in England to bring home myself due to prohibitive postal charges on the part of the vendor....
   So, two important points,

1: eBay is a good source for book collecting, I know it's not exactly supporting local bookstores, but book loving and collecting is not always about that.
2: if you do buy books online, from eBay or other sources, think outside the box in terms of how you get them all the way back here!!

    "So, where did you find these books?" I hear you whisper at a level appropriate to a library.... Well, I shopped in London, Oxford and Cheltenham, Winchester, Farnham and Ross on Wye, and, of course, Britain's very own Booktown... Hay on Wye!
   
    Some of Britain's greatest historical towns and cities, some beautiful little places unknown much beyond the locals. That's one of the things I'm proudest of when it comes to my British heritage, the depth of history, the stories that are there, have been there for hundreds, sometimes thousands, of years in British towns, cities and villages.

    One of my major fields of literary interest has always been British history, as many of you will already know from previous posts, and if you ever have the opportunity to visit Britain, make sure you take the time to visit the small villages and the market towns, as well as the big cities. Their history is fascinating, not because it's British, but because in Britain we have been lucky enough to have much of the historical record protected and preserved. It's an area of history that has a strong relevance to the history of Australia, and I believe we are who we are, in part, because of where we came from.

    So,  lecture on why you should read history over... Where, then, did I go?

     Well, purely based on the location I was staying in at the time, my first port of call was the town of Farnham. Now, Farnham has been a settlement for literally thousands of years... the name comes from the Anglo-Saxon Fearnhamme, look it up here to find out why... but what interested me was its OXFAM shop. For those of you unaware what OXFAM is... look here... one of the best things about them are their book sections, or, occasionally, their dedicated book shops. I've always been a big fan of the Inspector Morse TV show, so when I found the full boxed set of paperbacks, written by Colin Dexter and published by Pan, I had to buy them, especially as the cost me only nine quid! That's $18!! Bargain!! Right?!!

     My next book-shopping opportunity was on London's Southbank, a few hundred metres along from the Millennium Eye, (that's the great big ferris-wheel thing on the southern bank of the Thames...) Those in the know will tell you about the great book-fair that takes place there every-frickin-day!! Nestled right underneath Waterloo Bridge...(the one mentioned by the Kinks in Waterloo Sunset...) This really is one of London's best kept secrets, loads and loads of reasonably priced second-hand books. If you go to London and you're a booklover, you HAVE to go there!

  


                        

     Then, I spent a few days doing actual England holiday stuff, visiting friends and family etc, which, whilst awesome, has nothing whatever to do with this blog...

     But never fear, of course I managed to squeeze in a bit of book stuff.. notably a bit of time hanging around in Charing Cross Road, THE place to go in London for secondhand books. Make sure, when you visit not to miss out on Cecil Court, off Charing Cross Road, which houses 20, yes, 20.. book stores!!!




    A quick sortie into Winchester to visit the Science Centre with some very dear friends and their kids, gave me an opportunity to stop in at The Winchester Bookshop where I picked up a couple of great little bargains!!



    A few days later, my own personal book tour really began, when, given a couple of days book-buying freedom by my long suffering wife... I went on a fast-short-awesome book buying spree...!



      It started in, Oxford, seat of learning, home of the legendary Bodleian Library a place that every bibliophile has to visit at least once... and also home to  Blackwell's legendary bookseller and publisher since 1879. Now with near to 70 branches, Blackwell's is definitely in the 'chain store' category but does nonetheless still have Blackwell family partial ownership. You have to wander around to appreciate just how awesome a bookshop it is! I could happily have spent hours there, but, alas...



   
    Well, actually not so much alas, because just a short while later found me in Cheltenham in The Cotswolds, where I paid a visit to Attic Books a tiny but jam-packed bookstore run by proprietor Roger, who was a charming chap, very keen to promote the many book buying opportunities in the Cotswolds, (make his store the first stop of your trip and he'll give you a leaflet detailing twenty other great places to feed your book-buying habit!).




    From Cheltenham, half an hour or so driving later found me in Ross on Wye, a gorgeous little town in Herefordshire and the home to Ross Old Books another wonderful repository of second-hand  -biblio-heaven!  Local hint, park in the car park behind the shops opposite, you'll find it if you drive around the block, and there are a couple of great little pubs nearby!




    An hour of winding beautiful country roads later and I made it to my final destination on my trip Hay On Wye! Now, this little town sitting right on the Wales-England border is a stunner for character, countryside, antiquing and tourism, but what really makes it for me is the concentration of great book shops in such a tiny space! Click on the link a line or two back for a full rundown, there are many! Hay is the original Booktown, a phenomenon that now has a global presence, started here, with The Hay Festival in 1988.







    Highlights for me were Hay On Wye Booksellers, old, new, everything you could want, and the simply enormous presence that is Hay Cinema Bookshop 




    From the moment you see it, with it's metal book containers outside, that lend it an air of London's Southbank, mixed with the stalls of the Rive Gauche in Paris, you are drawn in, to what is, quite frankly, a less than attractive building.... Until you step inside. The scale is suitably magnificent, the seemingly endless shelves, the creaking floorboards, the incongruously decorated ceiling that reminds you, you are actually inside a converted picture house.... I loved every moment I was there. I dare any bibliophile to feel otherwise!




    That was it. The final place in my wonderful, short, awesome, book tour of a small part of Britain. I'd urge any of you that get a chance to visit the UK, to try and drop in to some of the wonderful book stores there. Not just the ones I've mentioned, excellent as they are, but all around the country. There is so much to see for bibliophiles, hidden away in little towns and villages, as well as in great, big cities. 

    It made my trip back to the my home the best visit so far, the chance to wander around such great places of learning and education, places of pleasure and indulgence. Without wishing to sound too self-indulgent and, frankly, elitist, visiting bookshops in the UK is a deep cultural experience that served, for me, to strengthen my belief that being a book lover is not only a wonderful hobby, it is one of the most satisfying ways to experience life.

    They say travel broadens the mind. If you combine it with book hunting, you have the opportunity to see into the minds of others too.