Night of the Crabs: Book of the Month – August 2016

By 1975 I had achieved my ambition to become a professional author and that year I left my job in banking to go full time. It was a nail-biting move, though, and my main concern was for the future. Would it be sufficient to provide an income which would sustain a wife and three children? Angus, our fourth child, was born in 1976.

I had already submitted the manuscript for “Night of the Crabs” to New English Library but they had not advised me of their publishing plans except that it was due to be released in the summer of 1976.

In July that year we went on holiday to Barmouth where the book was set. So, one balmy evening we were meandering through the town where most of the shops were still open. Gavin, our eldest son, wandered into W.H. Smith’s and suddenly there was a loud shout from him that had heads turning. “Dad, they’ve got hundreds of your books in here!”

So it was. A major instore display on shelves and a central revolving rack labelled “The No.1 Beach read.”

The shop manager approached me, enquired if I was the author, and then asked if I could possibly do a signing session – there and then! The outcome was that I ended up sitting at a table inside the doorway signing copies for a seemingly endless queue of buyers.

That was just the start. “Night of the Crabs” was on sale just about everywhere, had already been reprinted before publication, and saw 9 subsequent reprints and a number of foreign translation rights sold. Four months later the movie rights were purchased by Amicus.

A year later I fulfilled another of my ambitions, selling our house in Tamworth and moving to Black Hill, a remote area of the Shropshire/Welsh border hills where I already had the shooting rights and had been travelling here for the past 14 years.

Jean and I still live here today as my fans are well aware, many of them having attended my annual Fan Club Convention here. This year is a special occasion with my convention celebrating its 25th anniversary on Sunday, September 4th.

Aliens, Monsters, Mounties & Cannibals

Aliens, Monster’s, Mounties & Cannibals

My writing career began at an early age with 56 stories published in a local newspaper “The Tettenhall Observer”.  I was inspired by the boys’ papers of the 1950s, Adventure, Rover, Hotspur, Wizard etc., all of which I read weekly.

Times changed to meet the demands of a new young readership.  Many of those story papers either ceased publication or had their original text content replaced with picture strip stories.

As the years progressed I tried to find a market for my kind of stories.  Then, by chance, a copy of “Our Boys” came my way.  It was published by the Educational Company of Ireland, Dublin, and part of it was in the Irish language.

Tales of the Mounties (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) have always fascinated me so I introduced a character of my own, Kincaid.  He featured in 5 stories; “The Coming of Kincaid” (October 1971) “Kincaid Cleans Up” (November 1971) “A Man called Blaze” (December 1971) “Scourge of the North West” (May 1972) and “Yukon Pursuit” (June 1972).

The September 1971 issue carried a story entitled “The Dive of Death”, about a stunt man featuring in a sports film”.

Science fiction was another genre which I had read extensively in my boyhood, nothing sophisticated like modern stories, virtually all concerning aliens landing on Earth or spaceships visiting a variety of planets in the Universe.  My “The Beast from Space”, was set on Dartmoor where a monster from space lands, armed with a gun that shrivels up anything at which it is aimed.

All very basic, but reflecting stories which had once enthralled young readers.  “Cannibal Island” (March 1972), a story of a cargo ship on its way to Hawaii to deliver a load of grain, is swept off course by a hurricane.  The crew survive and they go ashore on an unknown island which happens to be inhabited by cannibals… Was this the germ of an idea which led to my novel “Cannibals” (Arrow 1986)?

Sadly, “Our Boys” is long gone, but for a short time it had provided me with a market for the type of fiction I would have loved to write had I been old enough in the days of those story papers which had thrilled me in my boyhood.

Guy

 

 

Bamboo Guerillas: Book of the Month – July 2016

As mentioned in last month’s Book of the Month, Mews Books, a newly formed small USA publisher in the 1970’s, commissioned me to write “The Truckers” series.  All their UK books were distributed by New English Library under the editorship of the late Peter Haining in 1977.  Hardly had I had time to change the ribbon in my manual typewriter before Peter phoned me to say that Mews wanted me to write a war series.  Peter told me to set it in Malaya, focusing on the inhumanities and cruelty inflicted on captured British servicemen and told me “go over the top, there are no boundaries in these books!”  So I did just that and both books were completed in about six weeks.

However, all was not well at Mews.  Series books were fast becoming unfashionable and they decided to close their project.  The outcome was that NEL took on the remaining books.

Soon after I received a phone call from a young editor at NEL.  She said that the violence and sex in Bamboo Guerillas was far too explicit and could I tone it down!  I said ‘no!’  I had been directed to write it as such and I was not prepared to spend time on a lengthy, unnecessary rewrite!

So in 1977 “Bamboo Guerillas” was published by NEL, with some editing (!), but no mention of it being no.1 of a series, no.2 never appeared.

It went to a reprint without mention of this in the latter.  The first edition has a red cover depicting an Allied Forces soldier gruesomely stabbing a Japanese soldier.  The front cover blurb is “Kill or be killed in a savage Jungle War.”  The reprint is in very slightly larger format showing a charging Japanese with extended bayonet.  The cover is predominantly white yet it is stated that this is a first edition!  Curious.

Some years ago I was introduced to the cover artist of the “reprint”, Tony Masero, who kindly signed my own copy for me.

I cannot find the copy manuscript of the books.  They probably got lost in our move from Tamworth to Black Hill and doubtless NEL destroyed the originals after publication of the first.  If I still had them then we would publish the second in the series.  The idea has crossed my mind to write a sequel.  “Bamboo Guerillas” is one of my most collectible titles, especially the “reprint.”  I guess the print run was small.  Copies do crop up from time to time, though, on the internet.

My First Love

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Shooting Times Article

In addition to my fiction, horror novels and short stories, I have been writing shooting and countryside related articles for over half a century.  My first feature in this field appeared in the Shooting Times in 1963.  I well remember the legendary editor, the late Noel Sedgwick/”Tower Bird”, taking me for a drink in the Cheshire Cheese one of Fleet Street’s most famous pubs with its sawdust covered floor.

Through to 1996 I wrote about 90 articles for Shooting Times, along with contributions to virtually every other sporting journal of those days in addition to having around a dozen books published in this genre.  In 1999 I accepted the position of Gun Editor of “The Countryman’s Weekly”.  Having written around 2000 articles for this publication through to April last year, I then returned to the ST.

My contributions here include a monthly “Classic Cartridges” series as well as general shooting features.  Now it appears my sizeable fiction fan base have picked up on these, the reason being that articles are published under my own name instead of the former pseudonyms which I had used in the CW.

Fans are now buying issues containing my articles and I have been informed that some will be bringing a “pile” for me to sign at my next convention of Sunday September 4th.  One of my fans won the ST “letter of the week” in the May 18 issue.  I was delighted and flattered by the praise which he bestowed upon my articles.

The Truckers: Book of the Month – June 2016

During the 1970’s series were big business in paperbacks publishing, usually featuring a main character whose adventures continued from book to book.

Mews Books were located in Connecticut, USA, small publishers who decided to concentrate solely on series and had an arrangement with my own publishers at that time, New English Library, to distribute the books in the UK.

Mews contacted me in 1976 requesting synopses for horror, western and war series. I submitted all 3 genres and was expecting to be commissioned a horror series. Surprise, surprise they asked me to write a Truckers series, so it was back to the drawing board, more synopses and then one of the fastest “go-aheads” I’ve ever had.

The result was 2 novels, published together, “The Truckers No.1 – The Black Knights” followed by No.2 – “Hi-Jack!” The reason for Mews’ choice of this genre came from a smash-hit television series “The Brothers.” They hoped that my books would follow its success, even mentioning the TV series in the rear cover blurb of both novels.

Well, they did not follow in the wake of “The Brothers” because this time the theme had been overdone. The TV series finished and “The Truckers” made little impact.

However, today these titles are scarce and are avidly sought after by GNS collectors, fetching high prices on e-bay and elsewhere.

Mother Where’s My Pen

As the saying goes, “the truth is often stranger than fiction,” and over the years I have experienced this personally. However, I have refrained from using it as a plot for a horror novel as it is an emotive issue and one which I would prefer not to capitalize upon.

Back in 1996 we took my mother in to live with us. She was suffering from dementia and was no longer able to live alone. It was a difficult time for us seeing a strong, independent and extremely intelligent woman slowly become estranged to us. We did our very best for her up until her death on February 14th 1999.

Our grandson was born on February 19th so he never saw her. When he was about five he came to stay for a few days and slept in the spare bedroom which my mother had occupied. One morning, quite casually, he asked, “Who was that old woman in my bedroom?”

He was quite unperturbed and described whom he had seen and every detail fitted my mother!

Moving on several years, I had been writing the first drafts of my books with a Parker ballpoint which had been my mother’s. I left it on my desk whilst I went downstairs to make a coffee and when I returned it had disappeared. Of course, I assumed that I had put it down somewhere so a thorough search was made but there was no sign of it. Until about a month later it reappeared in clear view on the table in the gunroom! A week later it went missing again from my desk. This time its absence was only a fortnight before it turned up. Guess where?

Soon afterwards a regular scenario started. The walls of our games room are decorated with a display of vintage tobacco tins, all of which are affixed to sizeable cork boards. Then the clattering started at infrequent intervals. Three tins, always three, were found at the end of the passage by the doorway to my mother’s old bedroom. In order to arrive there they had to travel across the floor of the games room, turn a sharp corner and roll 3 metres before hitting the wall. There was no way they could have done this accidentally.

One Sunday morning I was in the kitchen when I heard a loud clattering from up above. I ran upstairs and that was when one of the greatest shocks of my life greeted me. Standing at the end of the corridor, just outside her former bedroom, three tobacco tins at her feet, was my mother. I had an unrestricted view of her for maybe twenty seconds before she moved away. I looked in the room but there was no sign of her. I went back downstairs quite shaken.

We seem to go for long periods without any inexplicable happenings, believing that she has left us. Then, suddenly, something else occurs as it has recently. Only last week when Jean was in the kitchen she heard her name called out from the stairway. She opened the stair door but there was nobody in sight. A couple of afternoons later it happened again. During my mother’s stay here she was forbidden to descend the stairs unaccompanied, in case she fell, but on occasions she disobeyed. Then, half way down, she would lose her nerve, cling to the bannister and call for help…

A couple of nights later I let Ellie, our springer spaniel, out in the yard prior to bedtime. As I stood in the doorway waiting for her, my name was called out from upstairs. We have clearly moved on to a new level now, a vocal one.

Throughout all of this I have been most grateful for the support of Paul Adams, the well-known paranormal author. Paul has published around eight excellent books on the subject. I wrote the foreword to his “Extreme Hauntings,” written in conjunction with Eddie Brazil in 2013. (www.pauladamsauthor.co.uk)

So we go on, awaiting the next happening. An exorcism has been suggested but I refused this as it would be a case of kicking one’s own mother out the house. At least I know what it is all about and neither Jean nor myself are disturbed by it. In some ways I think it is rather nice to have my mother still with us, and do I really want to upset a ghost that is very handy in hurling articles around the house, I think not!

Guy

Fiend: Book of the Month – May 2016

During the 1980s & 1990s I became friendly with the late Craig Thomas, author of ‘Firefox’ (filmed and starring Clint Eastwood) and several other spy thrillers.  Jean and I used to visit Craig and his wife Jill whenever we were in the Lichfield area.

Craig was keen for me to write a thriller and in the late 1980s I conceded to his persuasion and wrote ‘Fiend’. In this instance I had to combine it with a horror theme or else my publishers at that time (Sphere) would not have been interested.

It is set in the Kremlin prior to an important conference in which the Russian leader’s presence is vital.  Unfortunately the latter had died shortly before.  The Soviets were in a state of panic and as a last resort they sought the help of a black magician to raise him from the dead, which he did successfully.

The outcome was an undead leader exerting his evil power over the Soviet delegation but not as they had planned!

I was rather shocked by the gory cover of the book but it proved its worth, the first printing selling out and going to a reprint.

In a strange way ‘Fiend’ reflects President Brezhnev’s final days.  In March 1982 it was reported by U.S. intelligence that Brezhnev had suffered a stroke while making a four-day trip to Tashkent, but there was a cover-up.  The Kremlin denied that he was gravely ill but just ‘on his regular winter rest!’  Brezhnev managed to hang on to power until his death eight months after he had fallen ill.

Truth is, as the saying goes, stranger than fiction.

Several of my books have been pirated in Russia but I doubt whether these underground ‘publishers’ would risk issuing ‘Fiend’.  They would probably be sentenced to a long stay in Siberia!

An Unholy Way To Die: Book of the Month – April 2016

I have written in numerous genres over the years but until ‘An Unholy Way to Die’ I had not penned an historical mystery.  I probably never would have done had I not attended the opening of a new bookshop in Telford Town Centre in 1998.  Here I met Ellis Peters (Edith Pargeter) author of the famous Cadfael series.

We had a very informative chat during which she suggested that I write a mystery set in a bygone age.  I thought long and hard about it and then decided to give it a go.

I settled for the Shakespearean era and set the book in Stratford-upon-Avon.  It required an enormous amount of research but a year later saw publication.

I decided to launch my novel in that town so hired the town hall for an evening.  In keeping with the occasion I dressed in an Elizabethan costume!

The launch was highly successful, well attended by friends and fans.  It was certainly a memorable evening.

I wrote this book under the Gavin Newman pseudonym which I used for my crime & mystery fiction.

An Unholy Way To Die Book Launch

An Unholy Way To Die Book Launch

Full photo caption: Shropshire novelist Guy Smith officially launched his latest book ‘An Unholy Way To Die’ in Stratford-on-Avon. Guy, from Black Hill between Knighton and Clun, has written the novel under the pseudonym of Gavin Newman. The book launch was held in the town hall where Guy and his family and friends donned medieval costume for the signing. Guy puts quill to paper for the Mayor of Stratford Councillor Angela Colbeck.

The Knighton Vampires: Book of the Month – March 2016

I had had it in mind for some time to write a vampire novel. I had given much thought to the idea but it needed to be different from all that had gone before; these blood suckers had been done to death in both books and movies, all spawned by the legendary Dracula. I needed a plot and characters that were refreshing, if that was possible.

Also, following the success of “The Black Fedora”, I had toyed with the idea of bringing back that strange character. So, why not write a vampire novel set around himself and with vampires that were a far cry from those that had gone before from the days of the Penny Dreadful up to the Hammer film portrayals?  Forget Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing, icons of the genre as they had been.

Then came another idea. Why not set the book locally? I chose Knighton just over the border from my home in the hills.

So, I wrote “The Knighton Vampires” just a year after the publication of “The Black Fedora”. Sphere Books were thrilled with the idea. I had a proof cover within weeks for the paperback version and then everything sank, literally. Robert Maxwell, the publishing legend, was drowned, and Sphere and other publishers owned by him were put in receivership. “The Knighton Vampires” was snapped up by Piatkus who issued it in hardcover in 1993.

Everything was back on course and the Man in the Black Fedora returned, hunting some very unusual vampires in Knighton. The book enjoyed one of the best launches I have ever had at the town’s Community Centre with a hundred or so visitors including the mayor. I sold a lot of books that night and the library had to order extra copies in order to cope with the lending demand.

Knighton Vampires Book Signing

Knighton Vampires Book Signing

Locals were eagerly looking to see if they could recognise themselves amongst the many characters featured. One did, a pure coincidence on my part. One of the town’s police officers engaged in the investigation, I called Phil Morris. As it happened a Phil Morris had joined the local bobbies after my book was written. He thought it was great and even now, several years after his retirement, when we meet in the street we share a laugh about the coincidence!

Piatkus, like most other publishers, followed the trade’s trend to discontinue horror, so “The Knighton Vampires” remains one of my most collectible titles. I still hear from fans who are excited because they have found a copy somewhere, perhaps in a charity shop priced at 50p or on e-bay at £20 plus.

All of which has me thinking about resurrecting The Man in the Back Fedora in another novel of strange intrigue with a horror theme.

The Black Fedora: Book of the Month – February 2016

“The Black Fedora” was one of those ideas which came about in the most unusual and unexpected situations, handed to me on a plate as the saying goes.

I had been invited to a wedding in a small Welsh town back in 1990.  The church was crowded but one of the congregation immediately attracted my attention, a chap in his twenties, dressed in black from the tip of a wide brimmed fedora down to his boots.  Unbelievably a cigarette dangled from his mouth!  Before the service started the vicar came down the aisle and asked him to remove his headgear and sternly told him that smoking was forbidden in church.  I discovered later that the “cigarette” was just a slip of rolled up paper!

Later at the reception I made a point of singling out this black clad guy.  The fedora was back on his head and the imitation cigarette in his mouth.  I had already designated him as a character for a book but had no idea in what role nor a plot.  His name was Martin and he was absolutely delighted at my idea.  In fact, he insisted on loaning me his fedora for an unspecified length of time.

So I worked on a plot and “The Black Fedora” was published by Sphere in 1991.  It was highly successful and was reprinted in the same year.

However, there was a real life sequel about a year later.  I was invited to take part in a stage show in Llanidloes, Powys, a mixture of various unrelated portrayals.  They wanted me to act the part of the “Man in the Black Fedora.”  Martin was behind this idea and he wanted his hat back in the most dramatic fashion.  As I stepped on stage he appeared with a pistol in his hand, demanding the return of his headgear.  I handed it over and then, from out of the small audience, another black fedora whizzed and landed at my feet amidst cheers from those watching.  This time the hat was mine for keeps, the drama arranged by Martin unknown to myself.  What a night!

Guy Wearing a Black Fedora

Guy Wearing a Black Fedora

This novel is a mixture of crime, mystery and horror.  One of my favourite characters was born and next month we shall look at its sequel.