Stephen was kind enough to buy my book and has given me this wonderful five star review on Amazon, he has also posted it on his own blog too. I write not just for my own pleasure but hopefully to entertain others, it is gratifying for me when I have succeeded.
Killing Time in Cambridge
This is not part of my publishing career, but I would like to promote a novel written by a friend of mine, Philip Cumberland.
It is a cross between a time-travel adventure and a police procedural, with intense descriptions of local colour. The premise is fascinating, and the execution extremely well done.
The tale gripped me from the beginning because of the interesting, quirky characters, like Arnold, Sylvia… and, of course, Marvin. Their interactions were believable, and the character-building using dialogue was credible. The world-building, basing itself on the real Cambridge and the countryside of the Fens as it did, brought a touch of reality to an otherwise bizarre and twisted tale. Well, time travel will do that to a story.
If you like stories that are a bit out of the ordinary (and time travel and police procedural under one roof are extraordinary), you should enjoy this journey into the past… er, future? Um, whenever…!
Oh, and I loved that little plot twist at the end, hinting as it does to a possible sequel.
The author assures me that he has made every trip mentioned, been to every scene described, and walked (and timed) every outing within the city. I have not spent much time in Cambridge, but I can visualise how it was on the days of the murders…
If you’re looking for something different and interesting, I can thoroughly recommend it.
Well, I have leapt off the diving board and published my novel Killing Time in Cambridge. The first printed paperback book arrived on Wednesday and I have had my first review for the Kindle version.
Rather mixed feelings, relief that I have finally done it, a sense of tiredness and anticlimax. I hope that it will not only sell but more importantly those who read it enjoy the story, The feedback so far has been favourable.
My next novel is underway whether it will get finished is always an open question but I am pleased with the opening chapter. It is slightly different from the first, with different characters. However if Killing Time in Cambridge proves popular Arnold Lane may have a second outing.
I am getting close to finishing my book the writing is done and the corrections are well underway. The cover design is nearly finished and I hope to publish very soon.
It is an interesting situation for me to be in, I have had some writing published and been touched that people have enjoyed my work. There is no greater vote of confidence than someone buying your work, no, perhaps there is. A lady picked up a copy of “Where The Wild Winds Blow” at a U3A meeting looked at my name badge and asked if I had written anything in the book she held. When I said I had, she leafed through the book and started reading, “Where does the Pope buy his Frocks?” after a few minutes she was laughing out loud. It was a moment of pure magic for me.
At the moment I have mixed emotions, I want to be finished and published but hesitant, wondering about how much more polishing and tweaking it needs to make it as good as possible.
I suppose the closest analogy is someone standing on a high diving board for the first time. Edging their way to the end wanting to jump, to dive in but worried that the neatly executed movement they have planned will end in a belly flop.
There is only one way to find out and I will in the next few weeks when I dive in.
In the meantime:
Where Does the Pope Buy His Frocks?
“I often talk to myself, sometimes out loud, mostly though within the confines of my mind. I am not sure whether it is just my way of marshalling thoughts or a rehearsal of how the words may sound when spoken.”
“That’s very interesting Mr Fontain,” said Miss Rogers, my analyst, “But you must realise there are times when sharing your thoughts vocally may not be appropriate.”
“I don’t know, sometimes it can liven up a boring occasion, even make it interesting.”
“It can offend though.”
“No one has the right not to be offended.”
“What about the occasion of the Queen’s visit?”
“All I said was she is not my mum and I wish she would stop sending me begging letters.”
“But why use the megaphone?”
“She was a long way off and I wanted her to hear, I am fed up with her writing to me, I don’t even know the woman. It got a lot of laughs though, a cheer and a round of applause.”
“What about the fight afterwards.”
“The Queen started that, well some of the blokes with her did.”
“The police?”
“They had no right to try and steal my megaphone, it cost me a lot of money. It is a good job the people nearby thought the same, I’ve still got my megaphone thanks to them.”
“Would those people be the Fens Republicans?”
“I think some of them might be, I know a couple come from Ely, some from Chatteris and at least one from Huntingdon.”
“The Queen had to cut short her visit because of the fighting; a lot of people were very disappointed.”
“Well, they shouldn’t have started the fights then should they? As I said, no one has the right not to be offended. When I am offended I don’t start fighting people and trying to steal their stuff do I?”
“No, you use your megaphone. What about the visit by the Pope to Cambridge?”
“All I said was I wonder if he got his frock from Marks and Spencer or John Lewis.”
“Through your megaphone wasn’t it?”
“Most people thought it was hilarious. I think even the Pope had a chuckle.”
“That caused more trouble.”
“The police again, trying to nick my megaphone, it was a good job most of the crowd were on my side and I had my bike handy for a swift getaway.”
“The getaway caused problems too didn’t it?”
“The students on their bikes you mean?”
“Yes, they blocked off most of the roads in the city centre to stop the police didn’t they?”
“I heard about that. Again, it was the police causing trouble; you would think they would be chasing criminals wouldn’t you?”
“How on earth did you manage to smuggle you megaphone into Parliament?”
“It wasn’t easy, I had it wrapped up in a parcel and pretended to be a courier delivering it to an MP. Once I was in I got changed and sneaked into the chamber.”
“But why shout out Black Rod stole my elephant?”
“Because what I really feel, what I genuinely believe, I cannot say. My voice is silent on the really important issues – on the lessons we haven’t learned. Mostly, I talk to myself; that audience always listens.”
“Okay, Mr Fontain same time next week. Back to your cell now.”
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