All Aboard For Something New
Free at last. No more hospitals for now. Apart from the unappealing carrot of another experimental trial (this one with even lower survival odds and half of it placebos) happening at the other end of the city there’s nothing else, so I’m letting nature take its course.
This doesn’t automatically mean I’m going to vanish overnight, and my most fervent wish is to stay well enough for at least part of each day to write one last Bryant & May story. I was originally commissioned for a further volume I called ‘The House That Jack Built’, and see no reason not to continue with the original plan for as long as I can.
If you think I wrote myself into a corner in the ‘London Bridge Is Falling Down’, you should know that’s what writers love to do. As tricksters, we are versed in the dark art of rug-pulls and escapes, although personally I prefer to keep them a tad more plausible than say, John Dickson Carr’s ‘The Hollow Man’. Although that book is often billed as the best locked-room mystery of all time, its solution is also fabulously stupid.
Besides, ‘The House That Jack Built’ is not about the detectives but the crime, which unfolds in a milieu with which Mr Bryant is entirely unfamiliar; the London suburbs. His knowledge of history won’t help him now (thank God, because I feel like ‘Bryant & May’s Peculiar London’ is the last word on that subject) and even worse, he has do deal with an actual ordinary family. Which of course means that he upsets everyone.
That’s the plan, anyway. As we know from our studies of mice and men, nothing will go accordingly.
Meanwhile, I’ll be talking for as long as my voice holds out on board the Golden Hinde at St Mary Overie Dock, London Bridge on Wednesday August 3 – what a venue! I can’t wait. If you’re in the area that evening, there are still some available tickets.