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Sour Grapes and Robert Galbraith

I admit it, I’m envious of Robert Galbraith’s success. This is a writer who appeared out of nowhere, secured a publishing deal and has enjoyed huge sales for books that, judged by the precepts that wannabe writers are advised to stick to, should still be languishing in the slush pile.What is it about this guy?

If, as I have, you attend talks given by agents and publishing editors you will be told the basic rules that have to be followed if you want your manuscript to emerge into the light of publication. These include:

  • Write in properly constructed sentences.
  • Do not overuse adverbs.
  • Never use adverbs when attributing dialogue: ‘he said’, ‘she said’ is sufficient.
  • ‘Show don’t tell!’ In other words demonstrate characteristics, mood, tone etc. by showing how people are reacting to events or interacting with each other not by ‘tell’ statements. ‘Strike winced and rubbed his knee.’ is showing; ‘Strike was in pain from his knee (again).’ is not.
  • Don’t use obscure words when perfectly serviceable well-known ones will do.
  • Avoid clichés, especially where body parts are doing strange things. Eg. ‘Detective Sergeant Ekwensi then let her eyes stray around Strike’s glorified bedsit.

Robert Galbraith has chosen to ignore them. His prose is littered with what we are told are the literary no-no’s that doom a manuscript to never being more than that – a manuscript.

It makes you wonder what is it about him and his writing that saw his first book The Cuckoo’s Calling achieve not only publication but also bestselling status.

Follow the links to my Goodreads reviews of the second and third books in the Cormoran Strike series: The Silkworm and Career of Evil.

 

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10 2017

Another 5* Review

No_Mean_Affair_Cover_lowI was very happy that No Mean Affair received such an enthusiastic 5* review from ‘Amazon Customer’ on the book’s page in Amazon recently. The reviewer says:

“The setting of a lot of the early part of the book resonated with my own Glaswegian upbringing and Robert’s description of life in the city at that time is brilliant, so I was hooked from page 1. Whilst a political novel is not my normal reading fodder, I found the story extremely compelling, and you really do feel for the central characters, with their love affair at once conflicting and assisting their individual political ambitions. I read this book in one 3 hour sitting – ‘couldn’t put it down’ – ‘page-turner’ and all those other cliches really do apply here!”

Thank you ‘Amazon Customer’!
You can read the review in situ here. It’s the place where you can buy the book in both paperback and Kindle versions.
If you’d prefer a signed copy, please contact me direct: robert@robertronsson.co.uk.

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07 2017

Review – Where My Heart Used to Beat

Where My HeartI read this avidly, hungrily devouring the pages.
The protagonist is Robert, a flawed everyman who has lived a life but now, in its autumn, questions some of the decisions he has made (or, rather, has had made for him), the paths he has travelled, and the loves he has lost. But as I followed the path laid down by Mr Faulks I started to feel the structure of the plot creaking beneath my feet.
After an interlude in a New York hotel to introduce us to Robert, a character whom he wants us to be interested in but not admire, Faulks starts the action with a series of telephone messages. The most interesting of these is a McGuffin. Never expanded upon. Never explained.
Two of them lead Robert to take trips that prompt him to examine his past. The flashbacks and the flashbacks within flashbacks are hard to follow at times but Faulk’s excellent writing holds the reader in. Robert’s life is interesting and his forays into the world of neurology and psychoanalysis are illuminating.
But, for me, the book is flawed because Faulks drips information out at an unrealistic rate in order to create the space for the plot. A character called Pereira withholds information for no good reason other than Faulks needs him to. Robert fails to follow leads because, otherwise, the book would finish to soon.
The plot’s timing requires an act of monumental selfishness on the part of Pereira to combine with an act of superhuman disinterest by Robert to produce an ending that crashes in on itself and is likely to leave you shaking your head.

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06 2017

Review – The Corrupted Part Two

CorruptedIt’s not often I give up on a book, but I’ve stopped reading this half-way through. I have problems with the structure, the plotting and the writing. The only positive I can think of – and it’s the reason that I read The Corrupted after hearing it on BBC Radio 4 – is the way that it brings real life characters and events into the sleazy London underworld.

Let’s deal with structure first. It seems obvious to me that this was originally conceived as a screenplay and then adapted into a novel. The reader is subjected to a barrage of short scenes that rat-tat-tat at you like machine-gun fire. About a third of the way in I tired of this chopped narrative and it was only because I hate not finishing a book that I persisted.

The plot revolved around the tensions between Brian and his uncle Jack. This revealed itself in Brian’s attempts to coerce criminal associates or corrupt policemen to ‘off’ Jack, either by ‘taking him to the pig farm’ or ‘banging him up’. So many conversations; so many attempts; so many failures to act. Perlease, just get on and do it yourself, Brian. You’ve proved to be as much of a psychopath as your uncle.

In a lesser but equally annoying plotline, a succession of police officers drift in and out of the criminals’ world. The same policeman will sometimes enforce the law or will randomly decide to turn a blind eye. The one consistently honourable officer is such a cliché of rectitude that he is not credible.

As far as the writing is concerned, so many sentences hit their points home with the insane force of Brian wielding his meat cleaver. We get ‘show’, we get ‘tell’ and we get ‘tell’ again, all in the same sentence. Then, in case the dumb reader has missed the point, GF Newman gives a character a piece of explanatory dialogue to hammer the point home.

I think this may be the first one-star review I’ve given on Goodreads and it may be uncharitable. But that’s how this book made me feel.

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05 2017

Do you know this woman?

This ILP_1931picture was taken at an Independent Labour Party (ILP) Summer School in 1930 or 1931. The man in the middle of the back row is the MP David Kirkwood and his fellow MP, James Maxton, is in the front. They were leading members of the (infamous?) Red Clydesider group of MPs.

As is typical of photographs of the time the women who appeared with them, presumably other members of the iLP and delegates to the summer school, are not named.

I am keen to find out the identities of any of the women but I’m particularly interested in the woman who is top left in the photograph. I think she may be my grandmother.

If you know the names of any of the women pictured please contact me via the contact page on this website or e-mail me directly on robert@robertronsson.co.uk.

I tell the full story of this photograph in my talk Rattling the Family Skeleton.

My novel No Mean Affair  is a fictional account of my grandmother’s relationship with another leading member of the Clydeside Reds, John Wheatley.

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02 2017