Bryant & May Are Back In Business
My lovely New York editor Kate Miciak has just read the delivered manuscript of the next Bryant & May novel and has told me she thinks it may be the best yet. I’m thrilled, because I work in the dark without feedback (I don’t let anyone read drafts), and it means I’m still on the right track. The subject matter for this tale? The venerable English version of Punch & Judy, and all its gruesome implications.
So, for you, dear and loyal (and ever-so-slightly strange) readers, the opening line of the manuscript…
Arthur Bryant was tightly wrapped in a 1951 Festival Of Britain scarf, with a Bloody Mary in one hand and a ketchup-crusted cocktail sausage in the other. Above his head, a withered yellow corpse hung inside a rusting gibbet iron.
‘Well,’ he said, ‘this is nice, isn’t it?’