Sunday, 20 August 2017

James Buckler on The Genesis for Last Stop Tokyo

LAST STOP TOKYO is my debut novel. It is the story of Alex Malloy, a young Londoner who runs away from a life changing accident to begin a new life in Tokyo. He promises himself he will avoid trouble in his new surroundings but it soon catches up with him. Within a few months he finds himself walking through Narita Airport with a holdall he is fearful of being stopped with. When a sniffer dog begins to approach, Alex sincerely regrets all the rash decisions that led him to that place.

They say you should write what you know and this part of the story happened to me. I had been offered a job teaching English in Tokyo. I was living in the USA and had spent the last few years working as a salesman, a carpenter and a phone marketer, whilst trying to find something worthwhile to do with my life. Now the work had dried up and I had accepted the offer to go to Tokyo and taken a flight out, via Vancouver. When I touched down at Narita, luckily, my baggage contained nothing more than clothes and a few books. On arrival, during my first few minutes in the country, I was whisked off by over-eager customs officials along a series of starkly lit corridors to an inspection room where a group of silent officers meticulously searched through my belongings. I was perfectly relaxed, knowing there was nothing for them to find, but, as I watched them, I thought how unbearable the tension would be for someone who was guilty. The knowledge that a long spell inside one of Tokyo’s notorious prisons awaited them would be excruciating. The first murmurs of a story began to awake in my mind.

A few months later, I was teaching at the school I worked at in Shinjuku, deep in the heart
of the city. I had a regular private lesson with a retired financier who spoke perfect English that needed no improvement but desperately wanted to have someone to talk to apart from his wife. One of his favourite ways to find a topic for discussion was to bring in the local English language newspaper that was printed for Tokyo’s expat community. He would flick through the pages and find a suitable article and we would spend two hours debating the finer points of the story. One day, he found an article about a visiting English businessman who had been arrested on suspicion of a minor theft. He had been held in custody for ten days without charge or access to legal advice while he protested his innocence to the police. I was surprised and told my student how this would be an abuse of power in the UK. He shrugged and told me it was perfectly normal in Japan, that the authorities had the right to hold anyone in custody for up to twenty-one days while they investigated a suspected crime. He told me that this system, daiyo kangoku or substitute prison, almost always resulted in the suspect’s confession, as it had done in this case. I suggested that perhaps the suspect had confessed because of the long period of custody; that to achieve a quick release, any normal person would be tempted to plead guilty and pay a fine just to go free. I asked him to consider not just how unjust that situation would be for a Japanese citizen, but how daunting that would be to a foreigner, a gaijin, either visiting or living in Tokyo.

As I spoke, the flash of inspiration I experienced was like something from a comic book. I could see a thread running from the story of the wrongly incarcerated, Western businessman to my experience of being searched at airport customs in Narita. I knew straight away I had the foundation of my story. I went home that night and began writing the opening page. The result is LAST STOP TOKYO.

Last Stop Tokyo by James Buckler (Transworld Publisher Limited)

The funny thing with suffering is just when you think you've suffered enough, you realize it's only the beginning. Alex thought running away would make everything better. Six thousand miles from the mistakes he's made and the people he's hurt, Tokyo seems like the perfect escape. A new life, a new Alex. The bright lights and dark corners of this alien and fascinating city intoxicate him, and he finds himself transfixed by this country, which feels like a puzzle that no one can quite explain. And when Alex meets the enigmatic and alluring Naoko, the peace he sought slips ever further from his grasp. After all, trust is just betrayal waiting to happen and Alex is about to find out that there's no such thing as rock bottom. There's always the chance it'll get worse . . .

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Friday, 18 August 2017

St Hilda's 2017

So, this morning I have left a rather wet but bright London on my way to one of my favourite Crime and Mystery Conferences. St Hilda's weekend.

This time last year I drove and had the delightful company of the wonderful Sarah Weinman (who was giving her first ever paper) and my friend Kirstie Long.

This year I have reverted back to what I normally do and that is catch the coach.  Specifically the Oxford Tube!  It is in my opinion one of the most convenient ways to get to Oxford from London and to St Hilda's specifically as the coach drops you less than 10 minutes walk (by my calculations anyway) from St Hilda's.

View from my room
St Hilda's (as it is fondly known) is one of the few crime and mystery conferences that I try and not miss. It is also the oldest.  I have forgotten when I started attending but I can say it must be at least 15 years ago and I don't think I have missed one.  The closest I came to missing St Hilda's was the year there was a significant birthday in the family and I ended up doing a mad dash back to London from Oxford and returning again so that I could take part in the family festivities.  It is also the only conference that I organise my leave around.  That is the power of St Hilda's.

This year there is so much to look forward to.  The theme is Another Crime, Another Place: the role of location in crime fiction. Lots of new authors giving papers such as Stella Duffy who is presently finishing a Ngaio Marsh novel,  Yrsa Sigurðardóttir who will be giving the main Conference lecture, Abir Mukerjee whose novels are set in India, Lin Anderson, Mark Billingham (to name a few) and a mystery themed play/ quiz as well. 

It is going to be lots of fun and I shall be tweeting, taking photographs and hopefully blogging as much as possible over the weekend.  So do come long for the ride. The only thing you may wish is that you were here in person.
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Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Journeying to The Dark Tower


I was delighted to accept an invitation to a press screening of the film adaptation of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower hosted at Sony Pictures Europe’s London Offices.

I was unsure what to expect as the reviews [from the US] have been disappointing, which surprised me due to the strength of the two leads Matthew McConaughey and Idris Elba, as well as the base narrative from Stephen King.


Firstly, the film retains the flavour [rather than a pure adaptation] of King’s opening to his sequence of fantasy novels featuring The Gunslinger. It mixes the ‘there are worlds other than these’ tagline with an urgent cinematic ‘take’ of these books; so-much-so that the running time flies by in a hail of bullets and action like a John Woo production, but one with a supernatural undercurrent to the proceedings.

The special effects are impressive, as is the action and urgency of the tale when a young boy named Jake Chambers is still recovering from the death of his Fireman Father and finds himself plagued with nightmares and visions. His Mother and Step-Father as well as his school are disturbed by the boy’s behaviour.

The visions emanate from another dimension of sorts, and relate to the eponymous Tower, as well as The Man in Black [Matthew McConaughey] and the Gunslinger [Idris Elba]. No one believes Jake, that is until the link between the dimensions is established as well as the significance of The Tower – and then the inter-dimensional war commences.

Alternating between current day New York and the Wasteland, diehard Stephen King readers [if eagle eyed] will notice subtle references to this writer’s work interspersed throughout the film; which at times is breathless as well as stimulating.

The climax is satisfying and leaves the dimensional door ajar for future adventures; and despite what others have said, The Dark Tower remains an exciting and invigorating film from a fevered imagination.

I thanked Kerry Hood and Nick Sayers of Hodder and Stoughton [Stephen King’s long standing British Publishers] for the invitation to visit The Dark Tower as well as having a good chat with Phillipa Pride [King’s UK Editor] and of Book Doctor.

The film opens in cinemas in the UK on Friday 18th August; and remember Shots Magazine have copies of The Dark Tower in Paperback available Here


With writer Matt Thorne

Techno-Thrillers Victorian style: “Victorians didn’t have technology”

I was chairing the afternoon panel at CSI Portsmouth in Portsmouth Bookfest. Absorbed in JS Law and Diana Bretherick’s discussion, I was unusually reticent about myself. An audience member demanded in the Q & A, “What are your books about?”

“They’re Victorian techno-thrillers,” I replied.

(I’d only just gathered the idea of techno-thrillers: the gadgetry in Bond; widgets in Bourne. In Van Helsing, I loved the bit where Alun Armstrong as a monk does a Q, equipping Hugh Jackman with all the latest gear. I looked again at my own books. Is the technology central to the plot? You bet it is.)

“But...” the audience member said. “But... the Victorians didn’t have technology.”
That is so many types of wrong that I didn’t even answer.

Assassins & Techno-killers
My first novel Lawless and the Devil of Euston Square starts with a hydraulic crane bursting at Euston Square, as the Metropolitan Line is begun there. The first ever underground railway in the world, plus a (forgotten) London power network that was more effective than electricity up till 1939. What could be more technological?
My hero is a watchmaker. His skills prove crucial in getting him the detective job and at the novel’s climax. The building of the underground entwines with Bazalgette’s sewerage construction, and those two mega-structures are cause and symptom of the societal ills gnawing at the hearts of our characters: Lawless, the policeman with integrity; Skelton, the villain with a heart and brain; Worm, the urchin with two faces; Wardle, the trusty old detective.
Twisted Souls, Twisted Genres
Lawless and the Flowers of Sin was the bastard child of My Secret Life, by ‘Walter’ (greatest pornographic memoir of all time) and The Strange Case of Jekyll and Hyde.

The pornographic craze, alongside the rise of newspapers, magazines, and books, from shilling shockers through Dickens’ and Wilkie Collins’ bestsellers to high literature, was facilitated by technology: cheaper paper, cheaper printing, cheap books; and wider literacy.

Just as Mary Shelley in Frankenstein uses electricity to explore great questions of the soul, so Stevension draws on the latest medicine, psychology and Darwinian theory to create his soul-twisting anti-hero. Jekyll and Hyde is a technological thriller.


Victorian Genre-Bending
For Lawless & the House of Electricity, I struggled with my editor over the genre. I foregrounded the romantic element as well at the technological, relationships as well as crime. She wanted a crime novel, like the first two. And it is.
But, like the first two (and the sensation novels they stem from), House of Electricity twists and subverts: crime needs a social milieu; there are supernatural hints, Brontëesque class clashes, and of course technology.
Devices
In the book you will find electrical buzzers, hydraulic lifts, a pneumatic railway (just like the Victorian system the Post Office has opened to the public).
You will find Duchenne’s magneto-electric apparatus:

The therapeutic effects of these apparatus are reputed, among French medical practitioners, to be beneficial in several classes of maladies, especially cases of paralysis.
With our electric massagers, foot spas and home gyms, you might think this is the age of dodgy devices, but you wouldn’t believe the things Victorians tried.

Pulvermacher’s Electric Corset was just one of the devices urged upon the discerning Victorian to cure a remarkable range of diseases:
   rheumatism, gout, neuralgia, deafness, 
   toothache, paralysis, liver complaints, cramps, 

   spasms, nervous debility, functional maladies

This showed that, from the earliest days of electricity, gadgets and gizmos were developed just as rabidly as today. Interesting that the same ad warns against swindlers: “To ensure against the extortions of the quack fraternity, patients should peruse Pulvermacher’s A Sincere Voice of Warning Against Quacks &c.”
Scientists abound. So do quacks. Did Harness’s Electropathic Belt really cure Weak back, Biliousness, Indigestion, Female Irregularities?

The “very thing” for Ladies. Try one and you will never wear any other kind. For health, comfort and elegance. Don’t delay, send at once. No woman should be without one. These beautiful designed corsets cure
As for Dr Carter Moffat’s Ammoniaphone, I shall let the ad speak for itself.

Explosions & Fortifications
I set a key scene mid-ocean, on one of the extraordinary forts that lie in the Solent protecting Portsmouth Harbour and the British navy. I took a trip there, informing myself with British Fortification in the Late 19th and Early 20th Centuries:
I found the Erith gunpowder explosion (October 1864):

This explosion on the Mersey (January 1864):
The Camden derailment (August 1864):
Clerkenwell Prison break (December 1867):


These images of technology and its abuses were worth ten times the newspaper reports, helping the events come to life within the book. (More Pinterest inspirations)
Hydro power, sewer, underground train, forts mid-ocean, electricity.
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Now tell me the Victorians didn't have technology.
Lawless & the House of Electricity by William Sutton, third in his series of Lawless mysteries exploring the darker sides of Victorian London, is published by Titan Books.


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