|Nelson's Column, Trafalgar Square,|
London. Nelson was once a reporter,
but he decided he wanted to stop
working without, however,
giving up a paycheck. (All
photos by your humble blogkeeper.
Explanation for the newspaper
humor in the caption and the
lede first paragraph available
andom thoughts and facts without having to worry about coherence. Not that it really matters, but here are some aperçus upon my return from Crimefest 2015
, Bath, and London.
spent just a day at Crimefest, but he offered the welcome news that another Frederick Troy novel is on the way, probably in 2017, and that his next novel, a sequel to the non-Troy Then We Take Berlin
, will include a cameo appearance by Troy. The Troy books are the
models of how to write fiction about recent history, and how to do so with humor, wit, and bite.
or some reason, I met more authors and other people new to me at this Crimefest than ever before, including folks with whom I had worked or corresponded for years without, however, meeting them in person. Grouped by the language families of which their native tongue is a member, beginning with Finno-Ugric, these included Kati Hiekkapelto
, Alan Carter
, Alex Shaw
, Craig Sisterson
, Karen Sullivan
, Steve Cavanagh
, Louise Phillips
, Sheila Bugler
, Craig Robertson
, Alexandra Sokoloff
, Ewa Sherman
, Jackeeta MT Collins
, Paul Gitsham
, Kate Lyall Grant
, Anthony Quinn
, Hans Olav Lahlum,
and at least one person, I believe from the north of England, whose name slips my mind at the moment, for which I apologize. These meetings are what makes festivals so much fun.
's speech at the festival's gala dinner was funny, barbed, and tailored precisely to his audience. Runcie made a game of it, reading a series of sentences from either crime novels or books that had won the Man Booker Prize, then asking the audience to guess into which category each example fit. All I can say is that some of those Booker winners should never, ever show their faces in public again, at least not if using the names under which they write.
he heated exchange at the bar between two authors who set their books in two countries in a state of conflict in the real world. Each hotly defended the country where he sets his novels, citing history recent and more remote. War on a smaller scale was averted only when one of the authors tactfully retreated behind the line of conflict, leaving me to quiz the other on history going back a thousand years. Neither author is from the country where he sets his books, and I would guess their passion reflects the depth of their devotion to their subjects.
eparate political discussions with Ruth Dudley Edwards
and Yrsa Sigurdardottir
at the same hotel bar including bracing statements by each that I might not have expected from individuals of their political persuasions.
Such surprises go a small way toward restoring my faith in humanity. It was also nice to see Yrsa win the festival's Petrona Award for best Scandinavian crime novel, for The Silence of the Sea
. Yrsa has been pleasant company at many conventions, and Maxine Clarke, for whom the award is named, left the first comment ever at Detectives Beyond Borders
|Selfie outside the hotel where I expect|
to return next year for my sixth Crimefest.
© Peter Rozovsky 2015
Labels: conventions, Crimefest, Crimefest 2015