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“A Crime Thriller with a gripping plot, atmosphere and a sprinkling of romance”, – a review of my short story “Samantha”

I was pleased to read this review of my short story, “Samantha, which the reviewer entitles “A crime thriller with a gripping plot, atmosphere and a sprinkling of romance”:

“I downloaded this short novel when it was being offered free on Amazon Kindle and I was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. It had a gripping plot, good characterisation and plenty of ‘atmosphere’; things that can be lacking in short stories …”.
To read the full review please visit, https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R2YUTS78WBRB01/ref=cm_cr_srp_d_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00BL3CNHI.
To read “Samantha”, or to download a free sample, please go to https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BL3CNHI/

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“Ghosts of Chechnya” By Jenny Ensor

My acquaintance, Jenny Ensor, is looking for funding to turn her novel, “Ghosts Of Chechnya” in to an ebook. The synopsis on Jenny’s Unbound page reads as follows:

“Ghosts of Chechnya explores love and friendship, and the impact of war and terrorism on our lives. Georgie, a young London woman who’s been deeply hurt
in the past, tells the story. It begins in London in early 2005, the year of the bus and Tube bombings.

Georgie meets Russian former conscript soldier Nikolai in a pub after she is uplifted by the impromptu music he plays. Nikolai, newly arrived from Russia,
dreams of becoming a composer but for now survives as a low-waged casual worker.

Julian, a close friend of Georgie’s, admits he loves her and warns her to keep away from the Russian. But despite the concerns of both her father and Julian,
Georgie can’t resist Nikolai. He tells her of his experiences while serving in the Russian army, and seems haunted by a Chechen woman who showed him a
simple act of kindness, blaming himself for her death.

Georgie guesses that Nikolai is hiding something from her. She wonders if he will ever heal from the psychological wounds that war has inflicted. His music
– and their increasing closeness – seem to be the only things that keep him going.

Then London is shaken by terrorism. In the emerging climate of fear, Georgie’s father condemns Nikolai; Georgie must ask herself who the Russian really
is. Also, how well does she really know Julian, who can’t seem to let her go? As a net of shadowy threats tightens, Georgie must find out who she can trust
and who she should fear, before it’s too late.

This gripping, debate-provoking novel asks at how well we can ever know anyone; it also deals with reconciliation, forgiveness and the folly and suffering
of war. I strongly believe in this project and hope very much that you will decide to offer your support”.
For Jenny’s Unbound page please visit https://unbound.co.uk/books/ghosts-of-chechnya.

He Who Puts His Head Into The Lion’s Mouth …

(Warning – The Review linked to below contains strong language which some may find offensive.).

 

 

I came across Glenn Hates Books, (https://ghbooks.wordpress.com/) as a consequence of him having clicked the “like” button on several of my posts. Glenn’s site is not for the faint hearted. As the tagline makes clear it contains “brutally honest book reviews”. Anyone who visits Glenn Hates Books will find a book reviewer who pulls no punches. If Glenn believes that “a book sucks donkey balls” he will make that crystal clear in his review. It would be a brave or foolhardy author who would risk entrusting their pride and joy to the tender mercies of such a reviewer. Well I will leave it up to you to decide whether I am brave or downright foolish but, dear reader know that I screwed my courage to the sticking point and emailed a copy of my story, Samantha to Glenn with a request that he consider writing a review. Having clicked on “send” I felt rather like a man playing Russian Roulette. Would the gun go off blowing me to kingdom come or would I escape unscathed?

Why, you may well ask did I put myself through the ringer by approaching a reviewer known for his colourful language and, on occasions excoriating book reviews? The fact of the matter is that I was intrigued by Glenn’s approach to book reviewing. Like a moth to the flame I was drawn in.

I submitted my request for a review on Friday 6 February and on the evening of Monday 9 February received a helpful email from Glenn informing me that he had reviewed Samantha and providing links to the review, (https://ghbooks.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/samantha-is-a-dirty-whore/).

I am grateful to Glenn for taking the time to read and review Samantha. He is, as his site makes clear, brutally honest in his reviews, however, on a personal level I find Glenn charming and engaging. His reviews focus on books not on the author, which is as it should be.

Will I put my head into the lion’s mouth again by requesting that Glenn reviews another of my books? The jury is still out on that one!

 

(For a fellow author’s view on Glenn Hates Books please see http://petedeakon.com/2015/01/07/glenn-hates-my-book-and-i-love-him-for-it/. For my book, Samantha please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI

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Sociopaths

A fascinating post on how to identify a sociopath, (http://paularenee.wordpress.com/identifying-a-narcissistic-sociopath/). Sociopaths can be superficially charming and may appear to be wholly sincere. However they are, in reality totally self-obsessed with no (or very) little empathy for others. Sociopaths will lie, cheat and, in short do anything which enhances their own position with no concern for the wellbeing of others.

In my story, “Samantha”, Sam’s brutal pimp, Barry exhibits many of the traits which imbue the sociopath. Indeed Barry verges on the psychopathic end of sociopathy. His aim is the making of money. The wellbing of Sam and the other girls he forces into prostitution does not figure in Barry’s world view. They are, for him merely a means to the greater enrichment of Barry O’Connor.

Are sociopaths born or made? I don’t know the answer to that question. I am, however sceptical of reductionist approaches which ascribe simple causes to what are (often) highly complex problems. Consequently my admittedly unscientific view is that sociopaths and psychopaths are the products of many and varied factors including both environmental and, perhaps genetic factors.

For my story, “Samantha” please visit (http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI).

Have You Ever Interviewed One Of Your Characters?

My thanks goes to Jade Reyner of Jade’s Jungle for providing the inspiration for this post (see Jade’s piece entitled “Have you ever interviewed your characters” http://jadereyner.com/2014/02/13/have-you-ever-interviewed-your-characters/). Having read the above article I determined to interview a number of my characters, starting with Barry, the pimp in “Samantha” who entraps Sam into prostitution, http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI.

 

Interview

 

Me: “Are you a sociopath?”

Barry: “Are you insulting me? I don’t understand big words but if you’re fucking insulting me I’ll break your bloody neck. Whats a soio, whatever you said anyway. I grew up on a council estate and I ‘aven’t got a clue what you’re on about”.

Me: (taking a step backwards), “A sociopath is someone who sees others as means to his own ends. Others don’t matter, only the sociopath’s needs matter and he will do anything to obtain his needs. Basically he lacks any sympathy for others. So, Barry are you a sociopath?” (placing my back against the wall).

Barry: “I want to make money. All girls are dirty whores, they’ll open their legs for a guy with a bit of cash, I am the middle man allowing that to happen. Whoring is a business, I’m a businessman”.

Me: “You haven’t answered my question” (as I glance nervously towards the door).

Barry: “When I was growing up no one gave a shit about me. Mum would lock me in the cupboard under the stairs for the slightest thing. She was a dirty bitch. She never gave a fuck about me, why should I give a stuff about anyone else. You middle class types don’t ‘ave a clue about the real world. I do what I ‘ave to survive”.

Me: “Do you have any regrets about forcing Samantha and other young women into prostitution?”

Barry: “You must be fucking deaf. I told you, no one gives a shit about Barry O’Connor so I don’t give a flying fuck about them. If someone pisses on you, you piss right back. I’m getting bored with you, fuck off before I do something you’ll regret”.

(Barry clenches his fists and rises from the table he has been sitting at. I grab the door handle and run as though my life depended on it).