I’ve been a bit absent recently, mostly due to a rather spiffing holiday and some bloginertia that followed. But I haven’t been idle. Far from it. I’ve been writing and reading and writing some more. All of this is to finish the sequel to Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle. And it’s done. A solid lump of more Harry Spittle.
For those who read book one, we leave Harry in 1976, having survived a gruesome summer of drugs, and threats and torment, with him just about to consummate his desire for Penny. It’s been a roller coaster and poor Harry deserves some peace.
Well, I’m a bloody writer, aren’t I? Am I going to give him peace? The hell of it!
Moving on 5 years, it is 1981. Mrs T has her feet under the table and on the throats of the unions. Harry is now living in London and approaching the end of his legal training (and, no, this book isn’t autobiographical). His relationship with Penny has stalled, his job is boring and he fears he may never make it as a lawyer. Everything about work is intimidating, but especially the two senior secretaries, Edith and Jean.
And then, on sultry afternoon in June, back into his life walks Sven Andersen, the supercilious know-all from Harry’s days at Hemingways, the hotel. Sven’s father, Robin was a local Hampshire crook; we last heard of him when Harry, accidentally, had a hand in filling his car with silage as Andersen Père tried to escape the police. Sven wants – no needs – a Will and he needs it now. Why? And how does this tie into the other Will Harry is preparing for aristocratic old boy, Sir Penshaw Grimsdale, Bt?
It is up to Harry to answer these questions which will mean he is about to have yet another ghastly summer. We will meet some old faces: Natalie, Harry’s object of desire; Dobbin his best friend; Harry’s family and the Ohjas their old guests; and, of course, Stephen McNoble and his father Charlie Jepson. We will also encounter some new ones: Jeremy Panther and Lucinda Plum-Wardle, partners in the firm where Harry works; Miles Tupps, Natalie’s estate agent husband; and Dobbin’s love interest, lead singer with the punk band, the Twats, Vera Copula.
Well, you don’t have long to wait. With some serious editing and some beta reading help, I should be able to consider publication in time for your Christmas stockings (or maybe a little after… we’ll see).
It’s coming soon…
The Last Will of Sven Andersen
And if that’s not exciting enough, I plan to chisel out a goodly chunk of book three of the Spittle Sagas during this year’s Nano. Set in 1987, Harry is ensconced in his new law firm and in the running for a partnership. He’s not entirely sure why or indeed how he’s got himself to this potentially exalted position, but things are looking pretty good. And then he uncovers a secret which, if revealed could undermine the whole firm and leave him jobless, career-less and a pariah in the City. And if that isn’t bad enough, domestically things are looking grim and a few old faces re-emerge just in time to make the bad look infinitely worse.
Booms and Busts
you’ll need to watch this space…
If you’ve not read Dead Flies you can get it here
And if anyone enjoyed Dead Flies, or indeed if anyone welcomes some thrills and spills and a laugh or two on the way and would like to Beta Read The Last Will of Sven Andersen, I’d be delighted to hear from you (and happy to reciprocate, of course). In terms of timing, I am looking at providing the book in early October with a view to having comments back by the end of October. If you are interested leave a comment or let me know by email at GLEPARD(AT)SAQNET.CO.UK