Monday, 6 March 2017

The Place That Never Existed - Jim Ody





The Place That Never Existed is the first book I've read by author Jim Ody. You never know quite what you're going to get when you read an author that's new to you so I was looking forward to reading this.


 Debbie and Paul have just got married and are spending their honeymoon in a secluded cabin in the woods near Huntsman Cove in Devon. Far from the reaches of the internet and mobile phones the couple set out to explore the surrounding area and soon they stumble upon the old Dudley House and decide to take a look around. Unbeknown to the couple the house is the place of local legends and known for the bad things that happen there and not somewhere that someone wants them to be.

But Paul has an ex-girlfriend who can't accept that their relationship is over and is determined to get Paul back. When Debbie's hapless brother Jez inadvertently reveals the couples honeymoon destination it's not long before there are several other people heading towards Huntsman Cove.

This is a well plotted and enjoyable read with some great humorous moments littered throughout. Full of peculiar characters who each appear to have their own agenda's through the book but it's not until the last third of the book that all the strands are pulled together. I really enjoyed Jim Ody's style of writing, however, for me the ending let it down slightly. I felt that it could have been expanded on so that it didn't come across as being so rushed. That said, overall, it was a gripping, fast-paced read and I wouldn't hesitate to pick up another book by this author.

With kind thanks to author Jim Ody for the review copy.


Saturday, 4 March 2017

The Gift Maker - Mark Mayes - Review and author Q & A



What would you do if someone knocked on your door in the middle of the night to give you a strange package: a small blue box, with a white bow, slightly bigger than a watch box, but smaller than a box that may contain a single book. And what if that box had your date of birth on it, would you open it?

This is exactly what happens to Thomas Ruder in the opening of The Gift Maker. When Thomas finds out that Liselotte, a fellow student who he has a crush on, has received a similar box, he's intrigued but he keeps quiet about the fact that he also has his own box, unopened, in his bedside drawer. Liselotte, having opened her box has invited Thomas to view it's contents but only after swearing him to complete secrecy.

Thomas is stunned by what he sees and confesses that he received a very similar box. Liselotte is angry that he didn't say anything before and won't listen to Thomas when he voices his concerns about the origin of these two strange gifts.

His concerns grow when the following day Liselotte doesn't show up at university and he finds a note in his pigeon hole telling him that she is on her way to Grenze to meet a man called Reynard who will be able to help her succeed in achieving her life-long dream.

Leaving his best friend Jo (short for Johann) at the station, Thomas sets off to Grenze in search of iselotte but Jo is soon not far behind them, armed with his own blue box.

The Gift Maker is one of those rare books that doesn't sit comfortably in any genre but this doesn't mean that the story is a confused one, far from it! It has an ethereal quality, the likes of which I've never read before. I was transported into another world that was full of dark secrets, eccentric characters and vivid descriptions. An unconventional journey of self discovery that makes the reader question their own beliefs about good and evil. I loved the clever way that the theme of the blue butterfly, which some believe symbolises a person's essence or soul, either past, present or future, is represented by the beautiful butterflies on every page. For a debut novel Mark Mayes has written a stunning, refreshing and enigmatic novel that will stay in my mind for a very long time to come and one that I would highly recommend you read.


                                                  


Before becoming a writer, Mark trained as an actor at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. He subsequently worked in theatre and television for several years, both in the UK and abroad. He has worked variously as a cleaner, care-worker and carer, salesman, barman, medical transcriptionist, warehouse worker, and administrator.

Mark has published numerous stories and poems in magazines and anthologies in the UK, Eire, and Italy, and in particular has had several stories published in (or accepted for) the celebrated Unthology series (Unthank Books). His work has been broadcast on BBC Radio 4 and the BBC World Service. He has been shortlisted for literary prizes, including the prestigious Bridport Prize.

In 2009, Mark graduated with a First Class Honours Degree in English (Creative Writing and Critical Practice) from Ruskin College, Oxford.

Currently living in South Wales, Mark is also a musician and songwriter.


I'm thrilled that Mark is joining me here today to answer some questions.

Photo by Tina White


Hello Mark. Welcome to my blog and congratulations on the publication of your first novel, The Gift Maker.
Hello Neats! Huge thanks for your kind words, and thank you so very much for the opportunity to appear on your wonderful book blog, The Haphazardous Hippo


Can you start by telling us a little bit about yourself and your background?
Absolutely! Well, I’ve been writing for quite a little while. I started with songs, back in my early thirties, then gradually developed an interest in poems, and from there short stories. These later interests grew out of reading, various life events, and joining a local writers’ group that met in the library of my home town. From there, I did eventually take a degree course, at Ruskin College, fifty per-cent of which focused on ‘creative writing’.
I’d wanted to write a novel for a long time, or at least attempt one, and I did indeed make several attempts over the years. Often, the idea didn’t have the legs to sustain a book-length narrative, and in some cases it was a simple lack of confidence that brought it to a halt. I’ve done all kinds of jobs since leaving school back in the early eighties, but writing is now my main focus, albeit I will, of course, continue to do other work to keep body and soul together.

Where did you get your ideas for The Gift Maker?
I can honestly say, I don’t know. The story, as it grew, brought them into being somehow, and I simply tried to keep out of the way, as it were. I didn’t know it was going to be a novel at first. I thought I was writing a short story, starting with a scene of a man being woken by a knock on the door. Another way to answer this is that the ideas were rooted in imagination, rather than in any transmuted life experience or historical basis. I think elements of the story are quite dreamlike, so perhaps the ideas emanated from that realm, in the curious way dreams have to permeate our waking hours. Sometimes, writing can feel like a sort of lucid dreaming experience. 


Can you describe how your book took shape?
As the story grew beyond the scope of a short story, and eventually beyond the scope of a novella, I really had to consider the structure of what was being produced. In this respect, my dearest friend (also a writer) was an enormous help when I reached a juncture where I had to make some fundamental decisions; or else the story’s dramatic tension, and overall purpose, might have collapsed, or become over-extended. The advice I took was to bring the three main narrative threads together towards one physical setting – the strange border town of Grenze

Some of your character names are quite unusual. How did you come up with them?
Again, they are simply made up, although some have certain sources. A lot of the Germanic sounding names are to give a sense of another place; and a place in the not quite now, but not too long ago, either. Not Germany per se, but some Mitteleuropa state; similar in some regards to the settings that Kafka might employ – beaurocratical, somewhat oppressive, but also very ordinary in many respects. The character of Reynard I Bliss has a mixed source: Reynard being a typical name for the fox in storytelling over the ages, and hence a manipulative or cunning character; I Bliss, is a version of Iblis, another name for Satan, and drawn from Islamic theology; but also with the other connotation that he promises, or actually embodies, a state of bliss. The names came to me, in some cases, out of the blue, and often I chose them because of their sound, and perhaps because they were a bit odd, or funny. 

In The Gift Maker you take the reader to some very dark places. Was it always your intention to do this or was it just how the story developed?
I think this is the subconcious at work. Again, as with dreams, dark places and dark things rise to the surface, as well as being mixed with lightness, and comfort and harmony. For dramatic purposes, the characters need problems to solve, challenges, both outwardly and internally. Each character has their ‘hero’s journey’, to lesser or greater extent explored in the novel; and thus each journey will hold monsters, shape-shifting elements, heralds, and tricksters – at least that is the intention. I think some of these story elements emerge at a liminal level – you can call it imagination, or free-flow of ideas and thought – but I sense there are governing principles at work when we just allow something to unfold, seemingly of itself. 

How would you describe your book to entice people to read it?
I would describe it as a story where you really don’t know what will happen next, where people are not who they purport to be; moreover, some of the characters are not aware themselves of their true identity until circumstances conspire to bring this knowledge into the light. There are touches of humour, I believe, and a sense of deepening mystery as the story progresses. From feedback already received, it does seem to be a story that makes people think, not just about the characters and plot, but about their own sense of identity, their own life’s journey and purpose. 

You’ve written poetry, short stories and songs so was writing a book a natural progression for you? Which is easier to write?
I feel that all these forms are connected, and in some senses intrinsic to one another. At some level, they all come from the same place. As mentioned above, I needed to grow in confidence in order to tackle a really long piece – a novel; but we can only learn by doing, can’t we – and writing this novel, and the subsequent editing process, was a great learning opportunity. I don’t necessarily feel one form is easier to write than another, but different forms have specific demands. In the case of an extended piece of prose – a novella or novel – structure is clearly a central aspect to wrestle with. Having said that, everything has structure; perhaps with a novel it’s the sheer weight of information about characters and plot that needs to be held in the mind at one and the same time – at least during the editing stage, throughout which you are (hopefully) ironing out inconsistencies. 


Who are your favourite authors and who inspires you?
If I have to pick one writer, it would be Jean Rhys. But there are so many others. Added to this, it is often about individual works, rather than who wrote them. Over the last year, I’ve read (and reviewed) about thirty, or more, Urbane titles – a stunning array of novels and poetry, in a wide range of genres. I’m reading great short stories all the time from webzines like STORGY, The Writing Garden, as well as from the wonderful series of story anthologies called Unthology, put out by Unthank Books. It’s endless – as it should be.
It’s quite inspiring to get hold of letters by writers for inspiration, thereby realising they’ve all gone through periods of extreme doubt and perplexity. Some examples available are the collected letters and diaries of Kafka, and the letters of Jean Rhys (many discussing her arduous journey in creating Wide Sargasso Sea), as well as Raymond Chandler’s letters, which give wonderful nuggets of advice to other writers, and insights into his creative process. I take inspiration wherever I can find it.
 
Which book would you like to have written and why?
This would have to be a play: The Three Sisters, by Chekhov. It’s one of my favourite plays, and every time I’ve seen it, or re-read it, I’ve always been so moved by the intricate and heartbreaking humanity, and oblique comedy, it makes manifest, via a fabulous range of characters. All of Chekhov’s characters matter in his plays, however small the role – there are no functionaries. The final scene of The Three Sisters is utterly poignant to me; both hope-filled and courageous, yet stark in the realisation of how stuck and arid our lives can become.  

Is there anything else you’d like to say to the readers?
I would wish to extend my deepest gratitude to everyone who reads The Gift Maker. It is such a privilege and an honour that people would take time out of busy lives, and among so many choices of things to read, to read something I had written – I am truly amazed, and so thankful. If you give The Gift Maker a try, I very much hope you enjoy the story. I would also wholeheartedly recommend the many other Urbane titles now out there to explore. I’ve read many of them, and am constantly delighted, encouraged, and stimulated by the work of my fellow Urbane authors.


Thank you for taking the time to answer my questions Mark and I wish you lots of luck with The Gift Maker.
Thank you so much, Neats. It’s been an absolute pleasure.

If you'd like to find out more about Mark you can use the links below:

Urbane Publications
Amazon UK
Goodreads
Twitter
Soundcloud

I'd like to thank Mark for taking the time to answer my questions and stopping by today and also Matthew at Urbane Publications for the beautiful review copy.



Sunday, 26 February 2017

**Blog Tour** Love Them And Leave Them - Sue Shepherd






Welcome to my stop on the Love Them And Leave Them blog tour.

After featuring author Sue Shepherd on my Isle of Wight Virtual Mini Book Festival last year I was delighted to be offered the chance to read Sue's latest novel and be on her blog tour.

Love Them And Leave Them is a clever combination of two books rolled into one. Confused? If you've ever watched the movie Sliding Doors then you'll know exactly what I mean. It's all about choices that we make in our day to day lives and how those decisions affect our future.

Ed is driving home one night when he makes a split second decision that means that his daughter Jessie's life takes one path meaning that she's stuck in a rut with a dead end job and unreliable boyfriend and the prospect of never fulfilling her dreams.

But what if Ed had made a different decision that fateful night whilst driving home? Jessica would have a successful career, a loving boyfriend and a great future ahead of her.

Six years after that night we, as the reader, follow Jessie/Jessica as she encounters the same people but in very different scenarios and we see the full affect of Ed's choice.

This type of story had the potential to be confusing for the reader but Sue Shephed has done a terrific job in making it very clear which story is which and at the same time ensuring that it flows seamlessly from one version to another. It's an easy and addictive read but it's one that's full of depth and I felt that the dual time frame aspect meant that you got a deeper insight into all of the characters.

Love Them And Leave Them is a book that will charm you and leave you wondering about your own life choices and pondering what you're up to in your own parallel universe.



With kind thanks to the author and Ian at Corazon Books for the review copy.


Saturday, 25 February 2017

** Blog Tour** Secrets We Keep - Faith Hogan


Having 'seen' author Faith Hogan around on Twitter and various bookish Facebook groups I was thrilled when she asked me to be a part of the blog tour for her latest novel Secrets We Keep. Not only have I got a review for you all but you can whet your appetite with an excerpt as well! So let's get to it!



It was nine o’clock before Kate set off walking towards the keep. It was hard to believe she had spent one precious week here already. Lyndon Tansey told her to take as long as she needed. Maybe he knew, maybe they all knew. Maybe everything she bottled up for the last decade had been blatantly obvious to the people around her while she remained blind to it. She had her heart broken long enough ago for her to have moved on. The public humiliation was harder to shake. Bad enough to be jilted at the last minute. It seemed to Kate that being reminded of it each time her ex-fiancé’s love life featured in the celebrity gossip columns made it into an ongoing nightmare from which there was no escape. Other people unfriended their exes on Facebook and cut their photos in half. That was not so easy when your ex was in the national newspaper every other week.
‘The important thing is that you come back safe and sound, old girl,’ Lyndon had said, patting her hand with sincerity. He had taken the helm of the law firm when he was almost fifty. He was old enough to have learned from the mistakes of others and he knew when someone was worth holding onto. Kate had raked in millions over the last decade for the practice. She had represented the spouses of rock stars, royalty and the ridiculously rich and managed to pull hefty and healthy settlements every time. People knew her in the divorce courts by reputation, and if they did not fear her exactly, they advised their clients that she was particularly adept in aspects of family law.
She looked around her now. This place with its vastness and intimacy cuckolded into the cold of the climate mixed with the warmth of the people, it was just what she needed. It was a five-mile round trip to the bathhouse and the keep, which would bring her along a track kept clean by a scurrilous pack of sheep and goats. She drank in the clean air greedily; the only sound here was the crashing of water to her right and the call of the gulls across the empty strand to her left. She walked slowly, surveying from her high middle ground the austere beauty of the place at this time of year. She stopped and sat on a rock that seemed to have moulded into her shape long before she ever knew she would be coming here. She knew now that she would come here again, it was as sure as the air she breathed. Perhaps this was the first step on that crossroads.
In the distance, she watched as a middle-aged woman made her way across the strand. Even from here, she recognized her. She saw her many times walk through the town, always with a shopping bag in her hand, sometimes wheeling one behind her. Today, she was making her way energetically with a yapping dog in her wake. Her face was puce despite the cold that must surely be biting into her. She rounded towards the ridge where Kate sat and stopped short as she neared her, surprised to see anyone out on such a cold day.
‘Hi.’ Kate did her best to smile, remembering that she was not in London now. It was okay to make eye contact; people here wanted you to talk to them.
‘Hi yourself.’ The woman panted and seemed to take the greeting as an invitation to join Kate on her rock. ‘I’m wrecked,’ she said and she plopped her considerable weight down awkwardly. ‘Hot flushes,’ she said and she fanned herself with gloved hands. ‘Phew, who knew, hah?’
‘Your dog doesn’t seem to mind,’ Kate watched as the little black and white terrier skipped out after the tide and then scudded back towards them as each new wave arrived. He was yapping happily, enjoying the chase of something he’d never catch.
‘Ah, Barry. Yes, I got him from the rescue – best thing I ever did. I wanted one for years, but you know, you need to put the time into a dog and my Duncan is allergic to anything with a coat, so…’ the woman smiled enigmatically as if his discomfort might actually please her in some odd way. The dog, as though he heard his mistress, came running across the beach towards them, digging up sand as he came.
‘You’re a super little fella,’ Kate said and she rubbed his head affectionately as Barry licked her fingers and danced a greeting frenzy up around them.
‘You’re lucky, he likes you,’ the woman said, reaching out to the little dog. ‘Not everyone he takes to, he’s nipped my Duncan more than once when he’s not expecting it. He had to have a tetanus jab, the works, didn’t he Barry?’ She nuzzled into the dog’s neck. ‘You’re such a good boy.’ She looked across at Kate. ‘You can’t beat a terrier to judge character, no fooling our Barry.’
‘No, I suppose not,’ Kate said, thinking of the unfortunate allergic husband upon whom he’d been foisted.
She turned to study Kate now. ‘You’re not from around here?’
‘No. I’m just… taking a little break.’

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Kate is a very successful divorce lawyer living in London who has become disenchanted with her life for various reasons. Meeting her Great Aunt Iris at a family funeral gives Kate the perfect opportunity to get away from her lonely life in London and take stock in the quiet village of Ballytokeep in Ireland.

Staying with Iris and Archie in their guest house Kate falls in love with the nearby abandoned Bath House and decides that Ballytokeep is somewhere she could relocate to and start a new more relaxed life and put her past well and truly behind her.

But Kate isn't the only one who is trying to forget the past, Iris also has skeletons in her cupboard but are they as hidden as she thinks they are?

I'm a huge fan of dual time-frame novels and Secrets We Keep is no exception. I loved the way that the story hopped from Kate's to Iris' stories seamlessly, without detracting from the story and keeping my interest right from the very start. I usually find that when I read this type of book I find myself leaning towards one time frame over the other, but it's a testament to Faith Hogan's writing that I was completely engaged by both in this book.

Iris and Archie's story was so beautifully told, from when they first met back in the 1950's, their highs and lows but it was the present day that brought a tear to my eye as we realise that Archie is suffering from memory loss and Iris is reluctant to face the truth.

Kate was a delightful change to the usually downtrodden heroines of this type of novel. She's such a strong character who knows her own mind and what I wouldn't have given to have sat with her as she watched the sun go down outside the Bath House.

The other thing that I enjoyed about this book was the descriptions of Ballytokeep itself. Right by the sea with rugged cliffs, quaint tea shops and friendly locals I was disappointed to find out that it was a fictional place but I've heard that there are real places just like this in Ireland so I think one of them could be a future holiday destination for me.

Secrets We Keep is a wonderful tale of family, friendship,hope, love and second chances and one that will warm your heart.

                                                About Faith Hogan

Photo courtesy of publishers Aria (Head of Zeus)


Faith Hogan was born in Ireland.  She gained an Honours Degree in English Literature and Psychology from Dublin City University and a Postgraduate Degree from University College, Galway.  She has worked as a fashion model, an event’s organiser and in the intellectual disability and mental health sector.
She was a winner in the 2014 Irish Writers Centre Novel Fair – an international competition for emerging writers.
Her debut novel, ‘My Husband’s Wives,’ is a contemporary women’s fiction novel set in Dublin. It was published by Aria, (Head of Zeus) in 2016.   ‘Secrets We Keep,’ is her second novel.

You can find our more about Faith and her books by using the links below:

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With kind thanks to the publishers Aria for the review copy.