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Sacre Bleu! The Vanity Game will be coming out in French.

I am très heureux to announce that The Vanity Game has been bought by the French publisher, Liana Levi. They have an interesting selection of titles, including the late Primo Levi, a literary hero of mine, so I am rather chuffed to be sharing a ‘label’ with him.

The thought of having my work translated into another language is exciting and rather strange. How will the novel, which is written in first person, and sometimes quite colloquial, work in French? Beaumont Alexander, my footballer protagonist is, like many of those in his profession, rather blunt, so it would be something of a shock to him to find his words translated into the most romantic language on the planet.

The foreign rights would never have been sold had it not been for my agent, Judy Moir, and this has just reinforced my view that the ‘traditional publishing’ route of getting an agent and then hopefully getting a publisher is still better than the self-published route. Self publishing may be OK if you have the time and the nouse to sell works in your own language, but few people would be able to pay for a translator and then successfully market their work themselves abroad. Foreign rights are key way for writers to make money from their works and enables their work to reach a much, much wider audience.

Anyway, one of the more whimsical reasons I am so excited about this deal is

Henri Toulouse Le Trec and his absinthe walking stick

so I can refer to ‘my publisher, in Paris’, and imagine that I sound like Ernest Hemingway or something. Last time I was in Paris, I found a fantastic walking tour in the Lonely Planet guide that took in all the famous literary sights on the Left Bank, from Hemingway’s first apartment to the hotel where Oscar Wilde died to the posh restaurant where F. Scott Fitzgerald enviously stared through the window at James Joyce. That is my kind of tourism.  It’s quite a knackering walk though, next time I think I’ll make à la Henri Toulouse Le Trec, and take a walking stick filled with absinthe.

My trip to Theakstons Old Peculiar Crime Writing Festival

Well, I have just about recovered from my first ever trip to Theakstons Old Peculiar Crime Writers Festival in Harrogate. All in all, it was quite an eye-opening experience. Firstly, I should say that I am still adjusting to the fact that my novel, The Vanity Game, is a crime novel.  I didn’t write it intending it to be one, I saw it more of a black comedy which happened to have a bit of violence and a detective popping up in it.  But my publishers, Blasted Heath, seem to think it is. So off I went to Harrogate to find out what crime writing was all about. Despite being left on occasions with the feeling that my taste in books is horribly pretentious (I fucking love Evelyn Waugh, I can’t help it) overall it was great to meet other people working within the genre and lots of passionate readers, and listen to many interesting panel discussions.

Of these discussions, the most interesting to me were, unsurprising, one on e-books and one on crime fiction and why it doesn’t get nominated for prizes like the Booker.

Firstly, e-books.  This was a panel discussion featuring prolific e-book author and self-publishing entrepreneur Stephen Leather, the MD of Little Brown, author Steve Mosby, literary agent Philip Patterson and a book seller. The debate was fiery, with only Leather really gunning for the advantages of the e-book and everyone else, including most of the audience, being either really skeptical or fearing it like Christians feared Slayer records back in the 80s.  To be honest, it was not long before the debate turned predictable: the same old arguments about piracy fears, quality fears and, I don’t know, the satanic messages that are contained in all e-books if you read them backwards. What really annoyed me, as an e-book author, was that some of the panel and some of those commenting from the audience seemed to think that if a book is only out as an e-book, it is therefore unedited crap. The Vanity Game was edited by my agent, an editor, and a copy editor.  Why, therefore, should it be any less well edited than a traditionally published book? Does no-one remember Jonathan Franzen getting in a mega strop on News Night because there were loads of errors in the first printed copies of Freedom?!

Whilst I do have concerns about very low priced/ free e-books devaluing creativity, I can only commend Mr. Leather for exploiting the opportunities offered by the digital revolution and doing stuff like selling his short stories on Amazon.  Most people think there is no money in short stories, so this is great. But I do think that authors who sell their novels very cheaply or give them away risk making readers think that all fiction should be free, thus making it even harder for writers to make any money from their work.  The NUJ advises against freelance journalists contributing work for free, lest it pushes down freelance fees, and I think that argument is relevant for novelist too.

The panel on crime fiction and literary prizes featured authors Val McDermid, Laura Lippman, Simon Lelic and John Harvey.  I think this panel really needed a full-on literary author on it to defend character-driven stories.  At one point there was a discussion about prose style. Simon Lelic described how he had once written a beautiful sentence, but he hoped his readers would not linger on it thus slowing the pace of the novel down, and there was talk about how crime writers do not tend to develop an individual literary style, which is more the thing of the literary author, and prefer to concentrate on fast, tight plotting.  I found it funny no one mentioned that some authors (yes, you, Larsson, Cole and Patterson) writing within the genre do have a style though: clunky and clichéd ridden. You could never write a character-driven novel about some big philosophical idea in the style of Stieg Larsson really, could you? Maybe it is big-selling authors like this that are letting the side down and giving crime fiction a bit of a bad rep amongst snooty lit types?

I’m not ashamed to admit I like literary fiction because it says something and I like sometimes lingering on sentences. Crime fiction, or romance, or thrillers are great if you want a bit of escapism, but often I want a bit more from a book, no disrespect at all to those who don’t.

I think literary fiction is its own genre and should have prizes and festivals to itself.  Not least because it’s really in the doldrums at the moment and needs a bit of yearly promotion from the Booker. This debate, named ‘A donkey in the Grand National?’ sort of suggested that crime writers should aspire to get to nominated for the Booker prize, like literary fiction is ‘the best’, but someone like Anne Enright would never be considered for a Dagger award or Harrogate’s own Theakstons Crime Novel of the Year Award, so why should crime writers really expect to get nominated for a literary prize, unless they are writing literary fiction featuring crime elements? Within the crime writing community I’m sure a Golden Dagger is as, if not more, prestigious than a Booker prize.

I had a great time anyway, it was fabulous to catch up with old friends like soon-to-be-published Helen Cadbury,  meet other writers such as David Belbin and K.A Laity, and even have a chat with best-selling author Peter Robinson, who is a very nice man indeed . Maybe see you all next year!

Being published!

On Monday an event I had dreamed of for years finally happened: I became a published author!! My novel, The Vanity Game, was released as an e-book by Blasted Heath. Being published is kind of strange – something you’ve kept to yourself for years is now out there and can be interpreted by anyone.

When I sat on my bed in an attic room in Sheffield about seven years ago and wrote out a short scene about a vain film star and his girlfriend, I never thought that it would morph into a fully formed novel and would be up there on Amazon.  For years I didn’t even tell anyone I was writing a novel, I was too embarrassed: it was like an unhealthy addiction I was ashamed to admit to having.  I thought people would think it was ridiculous of me to think that I could write a novel.   I, a serial binge drinker with a boring office job with the government, whose most prominent published work thus far had been a review of a Busted gig in the Sheffield Star (and yes, they were actually quite good), how could I be a real writer? Didn’t you have to do English Lit at Oxford and live in Paris or something?

Well, anyway, I kept going with it. I didn’t really know what I was doing, and I don’t remember the point where I decided to turn that one scene into a novel. The film star became a footballer, but the scene is still the most crucial part of the story.

I still can’t quite believe that my agent and Blasted Heath deemed the book publishable, and it’s hard to imagine that people are out there reading and, hopefully, being entertained by it.   It was a total relief to get a five star first review. I can’t think how crushing it must be if your first novel gets panned in early reviews.  Whilst an e-book means you don’t get a box of books in the post* and you can’t sign them and give them to all your friends as Christmas presents, seeing the book up there on Amazon is still really, really cool.  It’s a shame neither of my parents were alive to see it, though considering the vast amount of sex and drugs in The Vanity Game, perhaps that is a good thing.

*Despite Blasted Heath being an e-publisher, I will actually be getting a box of books next Friday and you can win one over on their website.  Just two days left to enter!

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