Portrait Of The Writer As A Young Twerp
Your first novel sticks to you forever. I thought I’d go to my grave being described as â€˜The author of â€˜Roofworldâ€™. In fact, it was the fourth book I wrote but the first that came with expectations and a decent publicity budget. The book was about gangs on rooftops, but if I was rewriting it now, I suppose it would take place on the Shard.
It was a very difficult book to research as I couldnâ€™t gain access to any tall buildings. The BT Tower had been the target of an IRA bomb and security was tight more than a decade later. After the novel appeared the Sunday Times got me access to the top of it; a great experience, but it came too late. I was disappointed to find that the rotating part was now a very suburban-looking cafeteria.
Initially the novel wasnâ€™t as successful as the publisher hoped for â€“ an ill-advised cinema campaign went wrong after a very expensive commercial was filmed, in which we fired a stuntman across Charing Cross Road on a cable in a rainstorm. I kept thinking, what if he gets hit by lightning? Will it damage the sales of the book? Wayne, the stuntman, used to be the guy who climbed up elevator cables bare-chested in commercials for â€˜Sureâ€™ deodorant, and went on to do stunt-work for James Bond, where I ran into him again.
Through no fault of ours, the finished â€˜Roofworldâ€™ commercial went out with the flop movie â€˜The Fly 2â€™ â€“ bad move. There was another problem; many readers didnâ€™t know where to look for the book â€“ was it SF? Horror? Crime? Satire even? Or just an adventure? At least the reviews were favourable. Critics started calling to take me out for a beer.
Readers have a residual, illogical idea that all writers they discover must be read forward from their debut novels in chronological order. In an old Hancockâ€™s Half Hour, Tony Hancock is told â€˜We thought you were at your peak five years ago. You were very funny in those days.â€™ That attitude still exists. Itâ€™s generally assumed that your first work must be your best. Books are read chronologically so that readers can understand the shape of your career. But as your writing becomes more refined you disappoint those readers who were simply enjoying your plainly-worded genre romps. And now here you are with your heavy themes and big ideas and strange new words and all they want is your early stuff. Itâ€™s you who changed, not them.
Thus it was with â€˜Roofworldâ€™. I went from a nobody to a name overnight, and it didnâ€™t faze me because I was more concerned about my day job, running my own film marketing company. The book was sold to the USA and Europe and Russia and appeared in many different editions. I was photographed looking moody on the tops of tall buildings, like Batman. The above photo was taken in a tumbledown mock-Tudor house in Soho’s Old Compton Street that was shamefully pulled down.
The film option of ‘Roofworld’ was picked up by Paramount and passed through the hands of a dozen different directors, eventually existing in scores of script versions, but as a film it remained – and remains – in limbo.
I would have loved to rewrite the book using the Shard, but one of the things I discovered is that the method of travel used in the book (zipwire) is pretty lethal in practice; when we sent Wayne across the road on a cable he got up such velocity that it very nearly killed him.
I realised something when I finally got to a great height above the city that I hadnâ€™t noticed at ground level; Londonâ€™s on a considerable slope. It would have affected the logistics of the book. I still have great affection for the novel. When Rose jumped off a building, I jumped off too â€“ out into a new career as a writer of genre-breaking fiction.