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.
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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.


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.


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

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.


02 2017

Finding the Furlong Girls

FurlongsIn the Q and A session after my talk Rattling the Family Skeleton I’m often asked, “Why don’t you get a DNA test done to prove that John Wheatley is your grandfather?” My response is that, based on the circumstantial evidence that supports the story in my book No Mean Affair, it would be impertinent to ask any survivors of the Wheatley family to indulge me in this.

However, I have realised that my cousins on my father’s side could provide the answer. They are the children of my dad’s older sister, Millie, and her husband Patrick (Paddy) Furlong. Given that Millie clearly inherited her father’s dark looks and her children will indisputably be hers, it’s almost 100% certain that these cousins will have their grandfather Ireland’s genes. Consequently, if my genetic make up differs from theirs to the extent that we couldn’t share the same grandfather it gives credence to my dad’s story that he wasn’t his ‘father’s’ son.

I have had no contact with these cousins for over 50 years. Perhaps through the power of the internet I can find them. They were four sisters all with the maiden name ‘Furlong’. Patricia was the oldest and will likely be in her 70s. Next was Margaret whose married name was Sampson. She and the younger sisters Eleanor and Christine are likely to be in their 60s. One of them may have had the married name Beckley.

If I could find one of the sisters it would help solve the mystery my dad started with his ‘death-bed’ confession.

If you are one of the ‘Furlong girls’ or possibly know the whereabouts of one of them, please contact me via the contact page on this site or e-mail me



02 2017