My novel - The Teeth of Beasts - is complete. Eight years of working late into the night, spending lunch hours looking up defunct street names and the genealogies of long-dead villains of Whitechapel.
Now I can turn over the London of the 1930s to you, I hope, my potential readers. But as I wash my hands of soot and newsprint, don't be fooled by appearances.
Now I can turn over the London of the 1930s to you, I hope, my potential readers. But as I wash my hands of soot and newsprint, don't be fooled by appearances.
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Just because the filmmakers in 'London 1938' - ostensibly the world in which The Teeth of Beasts is set - preferred to display friendly bobbies helping tourists, doesn't mean some of those same coppers weren't hand-in-glove with cocaine dealing Limehouse crooks. Just because the reels show bananas coming off the boats from the Empire, doesn't mean the dockers weren't Communists or thieves. I hope you'll see another side to London in The Teeth of Beasts.
Anyway, I'm about to finalise details for the official launch party, so watch this space!