SUE GRAFTON’s books sell in millions across the world. Her alphabetically themed series is one of the most courageous and far-sighted writing projects ever attempted by a mystery writer, running already from A IS FOR ALIBI to V IS FOR VENDETTA.

SG: I’ve sampled three of your series: Peter Diamond, CID Inspector Hen Mallin and the Sergeant Cribb/Constable Thackeray novels.

How do you decide which you’ll tackle next? Do you sort out the project according to the nature of the story? I can imagine, for instance, that a plotline suitable for Sergeant Cribb would be entirely different from one you’d flesh out for Peter Diamond.

Give us some insight, please.

PL: You’re so right about the differences in plotting. The Cribb books all began with a theme based on a Victorian entertainment: marathon walking, prize-fighting, the music hall, the river, the waxworks and so on. In the Diamond and Mallin series, the setting of Bath or Chichester is a given, so I like to work more with character, finding strong challenges for my detective and his team. The plotting has to be stronger, too, to match their personal struggles. In the new one, STAGESTRUCK, Diamond must resolve a deep-seated fear of being inside a theatre before he can tackle the murder mystery in Bath’s Theatre Royal. The Cribb series ran its joyful length in books and TV scripts and I can’t see myself getting back to it. Diamond and Hen Mallin are of our time and I want that extra complexity.

SG: Since I only have the one series, I can’t afford to sell the film or television rights. In this country, a producer buys the rights to the character, not the book itself, which gives him the right to do anything he pleases. When Lawrence Block sold the rights to his Bernie Rodenbarr series … the role of Bernie … a white, male Jewish burglar…was given to Whoopee Goldberg. So, of course, I worry that the part of Kinsey Millhone would go to Eddie Murphy. Please believe me, even when I get to “Z” I won’t sell the rights. I’ve made my children and grandchildren take a blood oath to that effect. I’ve sworn if they ever go up against my wishes in that regard, I’ll come back from the grave. They know I can do it, too!

I’ve also read one of your stand-alone crime novels, ROUGH CIDER. Do you prefer the one-offs or the series? Again, are some stories better showcased in one form or the other?

PL: Yes, occasionally it’s like taking a holiday to write a non-series book. My readers seem willing to enjoy the break, too. I wrote one called THE REAPER, about an engaging young vicar called Otis Joy who murders the bishop in chapter one, and of all the books it’s the one best loved. What does that say about me and my readers? But, as you suggest, some story ideas will work only in a single book. I wonder if you have some one-offs in store for us after ‘Z’ IS FOR ….. and of course after a well earned break.

SG: The one-off might be me. I’ll be close to 80 when I get to ‘Z’ IS FOR ZERO so we’ll see how much juice I have left. I don’t want to be one of those writers who goes on and on when readers are crying ‘Enough already!’ I focus on the book I’m writing at the moment. Ideas that don’t seem to be part of the series, I make note of, but I don’t devote any energy to them. If I felt I absolutely had to take a break and write a stand-alone, I’d do it, but for the moment, I’m happy where I am.
Like every other reader, I’m curious about your work habits. What time of day do you write? Where? How many hours a day? I’m also interested in how long it takes you to write a book. Please fill me in.

PL: Ever since I made writing my career I’ve tried to treat it as the day job, starting in the morning and working through till about six. I’ll take shopping breaks and so on, and sometimes time off can be productive. For me, getting words on the screen is a slow process. I average about 300 a day, but as I don’t work in drafts, each of those words must count, so I take care over them. When you add it all up, 300 a day should get the book finished in a year. These days it takes a little longer. Where? In my office in the garden. I call it my shed, but my wife Jax points out that it’s double-glazed, carpeted and heated, so it’s a cut above the average potting shed. I wouldn’t like you to see the clutter inside, though. You once allowed me to see inside your immaculate office (readers can glimpse it on your website) and I was stunned, not to say mortified. In that respect, you and the well-organized Kinsey seem at one.

SG: We recently moved and I vowed…VOWED…to get completely organized. The immaculate office you saw seldom remained immaculate for long. Drawers and cupboards were a mess. I always thought I’d be much happier in tidy surroundings, inside and out. In preparation for the move, I redid 455 research files in color coordinared folders, segregated according to whether the contents were personal, book related, or writing related (as in lectures, articles, etc.) This office looks much better than my former office and I make a point of straightening up at the end of each work day. And you know what? I am happier. As for my work habits, I’m much like you. I consider this my job so I’m in my office by 8:30 every morning and wrap up at 3:00 or so when I take a four mile walk. I work 7 days a week unless I’m sick, out of town or have house guests. I try to write two pages a day, but often I write more. Just as often I write less. I’m slow but I’m persistent. I’m a tortoise, not a hare. You seem to be the same.
What are you currently working on and where are you in the process? Planning stage, book underway, halfway home?

PL: I always need to be involved at some stage in the process and I’m happy to report as I write this that I have only about forty pages left to type. In my scale of output, that’s about five weeks. And where are you with the latest? I imagine you’ve long since decided what the remaining titles will be. I did wonder if you lost any sleep trying to think of a word beginning with X.

SG: I finished ‘V’ January 28 and I’m brain dead so it will take a while to recharge my batteries. I haven’t lost any sleep thinking about the title to X because I’m not there yet. I have a book out every two years so I’m safe for a while. My hope is that between now and the time I write X, someone will come up with a brand new crime that starts with X and I can use that as a jumping off point. No clue what W and Y will be. Z as we know is for Zero. Today, I literally sat down with a dictionary and made a list of all the W words that appealed to me. Then I fell back exhausted. So taxing, this alphabet business!
You did a book tour in the States some years ago, in the company of Liza Cody and Michael Lewin. The library event I attended was lively and amusing. Any plans to do another road trip?

PL: I believe we were among the first mystery writers – together with Paula Gosling – to get a roadshow touring Britain and the US. We continued to tour in various combinations of twos and threes for several years and we remain on speaking terms. As well as readings, we did skits, radio scripts with sound effects and even juggling. My juggling with five objects behind my back has to be seen to be believed. Far easier than devising a good plot. But we now do our own thing and I’ll tour the US bookstores again this summer. Thanks, Sue, for your encouragement and for being an inspiration to so many of us.

SG: I thought there was a fourth Brit in that road show, but I’d forgotten about Paula. Was she with you when you came to Kentucky? I’m usually out there by myself doing the old dog and pony show. Hard work any way you slice it. Next time I see you, I want a juggling demonstration! I’m quite sure it’s easier than coming up with a workable narrative. You don’t need encouragement, kiddo. You’re doing great!

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LINKED INTERVIEWS

Peter interviewed by:

Annie Chernow in Crimespree magazine, July-August, 2007

Document: INTERVIEW CRIMESPREE 2007

Anne Perry on Mystery Readers International website, 2004:

Document: INTERVIEW by Anne Perry

Andrew F. Gulli in The Strand Magazine, Issue VII, 2001

Document: INTERVIEW Strand Magazine

Adrian Muller in Speaking of Murder, Edited by Ed Gorman and Martin H Greenberg, Berkley Prime Crime, 1998, pages 73 to 86

Document: INTERVIEW by Adrian Muller

Martin Edwards in Deadly Pleasures magazine, Summer,1996

Document: INTERVIEW Peter Lovesey interviewed by Martin Edwards

LINKED ARTICLES

Pleasures and Perils. Crime Writer Peter Lovesey on setting stories close to home. For Wiltshire Life magazine, 2006

Not Yet, Mrs Robinson, by Peter Lovesey for Crime Time, 39, July, 2004

Document: ARTICLE Not Yet, Mrs Robinson

He Started with a Wobble

Joan Moules in Writers’ Forum, May, 2005

Document: ARTICLE He Started with a Wobble

The Diamond Dagger Winner by Victoria Kingston in Surrey County Magazine, June, 2000.

Document: ARTICLE Diamond Dagger Winner [1&2]

OTHER INTERVIEWS BY REFERENCE

By Vanora Leigh “Killing People for a Living” in The Argus Weekend, Brighton, December 29, 2002, pages 1-4

By Judith Spelman in Writers’ News, July, 2000, pages 17-18

By David Stuart Davies in Sherlock Holmes, The Detective Magazine, Issue 34, December, 1999, pages 20-22

By Charles LP Silet in Talking Murder: Interviews with 20 Mystery Writers, Charles LP Silet, Ontario Review Press, Princeton, 1999, pages, pages 173-185

Murder in Motion: an interview with Liza Cody, Michael Z Lewin and Peter Lovesey, by Charles LP Silet, in The Armchair Detective, Vol 28, Spring, 1995, pages 188-195

Murder by Gaslight: Peter Lovesey and Alanna Knight discuss their Victorian crime series. Million Magazine, May-June, 1992, pages 15-18

By Charles LP Silet in Mean Streets, issue 6, May, 1992, pages 24-30

By John C Carr in The Craft of Crime: Conversations with Crime Writers, John C Carr, Houghton Mifflin, Boston, 1983, pages 258-288

By Diana Cooper-Clark in Designs of Darkness: Interviews with Detective Novelists, Diana Cooper-Clark, Bowling Green State University Popular Press, 1983, pages 53 to 66

By Diana Cooper-Clark in The Armchair Detective, October, 1981, pages 210 to 217

OTHER ARTICLES BY REFERENCE

The British Police Detective Novel, by George Easter in Deadly Pleasures, Issue 50, Spring, 2007. Cover photo, article and review, pages 1-3.

Rosemary & Thyme: Death in the Garden, by Elizabeth Foxwell in Mystery Scene, No 99, Spring, 2007, pages 20-21

Rough Cider, by Peter Lovesey, by Kathy Phillips, in 100 Favorite Mysteries of the Century Selected by the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association, edited by Jim Huang, Crum Creek Press, Carmel, IN, 2000

Peter Lovesey: No Cribbing on History, by Margaret Foxwell, in The Detective as Historian: History and Art in Historical Crime Fiction, by Ray B Browne, Lawrence A Kreiser and Robin W Winks, Bowling Green State University Popular Press, 2000, pages 286-295

Peter Deals in Diamonds, by Victoria Kingston, in Wiltshire Life, June, 2000, pages 22-3

Detective Sergeant Cribb, by Catherine Morrell, in Sherlock Holmes: The Detective Magazine, Issue 34, December, 1999, pages 14-15

Sergeant Cribb, by Ron Miller, in Mystery! A Celebration: Stalking Public Television’s Greatest Sleuths, by Ron Miller, KQED Books, San Francisco, 1996, pages 36-40

The Historical Mystery, by Peter Lovesey in The Crown Crime Companion: The Top 100 Mystery Novels of All Time selected by the Mystery Writers of America, Crown, New York, 1995, pages 127-131

Lovesey, Peter, by Ralph Spurrier in Twentieth Century Crime and Mystery Writers, 3rd edition, St James Press, Chicago & London, 1991, pp681-2

History of Mystery, by Peter Lovesey in Hatchards Crime Companion: The Top 100 Crime Novels of All Time selected by the Crime Writers’ Association, Edited by Susan Moody, Hatchards, London, 1990, pages 87-92

Peter Lovesey, by James Hurt, in Dictionary of Literary Biography Vol. 87, British Mystery & Thriller Writers since 1940, First Series. Edited by Bernard Benstock & Thomas F Staley, Gale Research Inc., Detroit, 1989, pages 256-274

The Detective Stories of Peter Lovesey, with complete bibliography of PL’s fiction, plus values, by Martin Goodger, Book and Magazine Collector, no.57, December, 1988, pages 26-33

Peter Lovesey: The False Inspector Dew, in Crime and Mystery: the 100 Best Books, by HRF Keating, Xanadu, 1987, pages 205-6

Peter Lovesey’s Sergeant Cribb and Constable Thackeray, by Jeanne F. Bedell, in Cops and Constables: American and British Fictional Policemen, George N Dove and Earl F Bargainnier, Bowling Green State University Popular Press, 1986 pages 170-182

Lovesey, Peter, by Joanne Harack Hayne, in Twentieth Century Crime and Mystery Writers, 2^nd edition, St James Press, London, 1985, pp573-4

Dr Crippen and the Real Inspector Dew, by Peter Lovesey in The Armchair Detective, Vo 17, No 3, Summer, 1984, pages 244-248

The Extremely Shady Past, by Peter Lovesey in Murder Ink (2^nd edition), by Dilys Winn, Workman Publishing Co., 1984

How Unlike the Home Life of Our Own Dear Queen: the Detective Fiction of Peter Lovesey, by James Hurt, in Essays on Detective Fiction, edited by Bernard Benstock, Macmillan, London, 1983, pages 142-158

The Historian: Once Upon a Crime, by Peter Lovesey in Murder Ink, by Dilys Winn, Workman Publishing co, 1977, page 475

Crimespree Magazine July/August 2007

Q: I suspect you’ve been asked and have answered this question countless times in your long and honored career, but would you mind re-telling Crimespree readers of your journey from educator to published, award-winning author? How did this all begin for you?

Yes, it’s a familiar question and the answer grows in the telling. Back in 1969 when mammoths still roamed the earth I saw an advert in The Times offering £1000 as a prize for a first crime novel. Macmillan were starting a crime list and wanted to find new writers. I’d done one non-fiction book on running and my wife Jax said if I could finish one book I could surely do another. The money was good — more than my annual salary as a teacher in further education. I’d read the Sherlock Holmes stories, one Leslie Charteris and one Agatha Christie and knew nothing about contemporary crime writing, but Jax devoured mysteries. She suggested I use my interest in the history of running as a background. If nothing else, it would be different from a country house plot. I remembered reading in old newspapers about ultra-long six-day distance races known as “wobbles” in the 1880s. Wobble to Death was written in three or four months. Catchy title, unusual setting, supportive wife combined to win the prize.

Q: Thinking back to 1970 when your first Sergeant Cribb/Constable Thackeray Victorian policing novel, “Wobble to Death,” was published, did you imagine then that this would develop into an eight book series and then into a very popular long-running TV series? What were your expectations at the time?

I couldn’t imagine writing a second mystery, let alone a series. I’d played my ace, my knowledge of running. But when I went to London to the award party it was made very clear to me that a second novel was expected. So I turned to another sport — bareknuckle boxing — played safe and stayed in the Victorian period for The Detective Wore Silk Drawers. At least I knew now that I could finish a book, and was encouraged to turn to other kinds of Victorian entertainment as settings for the rest of the series: the music hall, boating, the seaside, spiritualism and photography. Expectations? I was just happy to be published. After I’d written eight of them, Waxwork won the Crime Writers’ Association Silver Dagger and a review appeared in Time magazine. It was seen by TV producer June Wyndham-Davies and Granada made a pilot of Waxwork that led to the series.

Q: Were there any particular reasons you discontinued writing your two Victorian era series — the Cribbs after eight books and the Bertie -Albert Edward, Prince of Wales series after only three? Have you been tempted to revisit that period?

Television is a powerful medium. I was delighted by the casting of Alan Dobie as my detective, Sergeant Cribb, but in a strange way he inhabited the character so powerfully that when I came to think about further books all I could see was Alan’s face. I’d lost my original character somewhere in the process. Moreover, I used up my stock of settings to write the second series with Jax’s help. The cupboard was bare.

The case of Bertie is different. I never intended him to become a long-running series. Casting Queen Victoria’s son as an amateur detective worked for three books and some short stories, but I would have been straining the joke to do more. I’m glad the “history mystery” has become so popular since. We’re into reprints now.

Q: Do you find the modern-day British police procedurals you now write, featuring Bath’s DS Peter Diamond, to be a more or a less challenging creative experience than those earlier works?

The Victorian era was a comfort zone for me. I’d done the research and knew a lot about the way the police had to work before fingerprints and forensic science came along. So it was a long time — twenty-one years – before I dared write anything contemporary. I did several stand alone books set in the first half of the twentieth century. Only in my short stories was I writing about modern life. But you need new challenges and in 1990 I filled my study with books on current policing and forensics and sought all the help I could get from friends like the eminent pathologist Bernard Knight, who also writes crime. Out of it came The Last Detective and Peter Diamond — deliberately written as a dinosaur character at odds with modern methods. The Anthony for best novel came my way, and then The Summons and Bloodhounds won the Silver Dagger in successive years, so the incentive to continue was strong.

Q: The beautiful Georgian city of Bath seems a unique location for a crime series. Why set crime novels in Bath? How do the residents feel about how you portray their city?

I’ve always used real places, even in the historicals. It’s become a cliché to say that a city is a character in a novel, but there’s truth in it. I enjoy taking a look behind the scenes in gracious Bath. Diamond remarks somewhere on the ugliness behind the Royal Crescent, famed as one of the great buildings of Europe. I can’t say how all the residents feel about the series, but when I give talks in Bath, as I often do, there is usually a gentleman there from the Postal Museum (the world’s first postage stamp was franked in Bath) who tells the audience that thanks to Peter Lovesey the security has been improved since the break-in described in Bloodhounds.

Q: In your novel The Circle, about an eclectic writer’s group in Chichester suspected of having a serial arsonist in their midst, Peter Diamond only makes a brief cameo appearance. The feisty, cigar-smoking DCI Henrietta Mallin, who was introduced in The House Sitter, leads the official investigation. She’s a brilliant character and can we expect an expanded role for Hen in the future? Perhaps her own series?

I live in Chichester and wanted to set a book there and couldn’t contrive a way of transferring Diamond from Bath. Hen Mallin first appeared in support of Diamond in The House Sitter, a book that crossed county boundaries. She had her own mystery to solve in The Circle and I’m currently writing another. So, yes, I think she has a future.

Q: Do you find any special difficulties in writing female characters and female points of view?

I enjoy the company of women and spend more time watching them than men, so I start with an advantage. I think as long as I continue to write in the third person I should avoid problems. If I ever start writing as a woman we should all be worried.

Q: We’re delighted to see that Peter Diamond is back in great form and with a budding romance spicing up his life in the recently released, The Secret Hangman (June 2007/ US). There are some romantic scenes in this book with middle-aged lovers encountering intimate situations for the first time in a long time. Did the writing of those scenes present any particular challenges?

In confidence I can tell you it’s easier for me at my age to imagine middle-aged romance than young love. The challenge lay in convincing loyal readers that Diamond should get involved with another woman three years after his wife Steph was murdered, in Diamond Dust. Some won’t forgive me. Why did I let it happen? I felt the series was becoming too predictable and Diamond needed a life-changing experience or I wouldn’t find the inspiration to go on. Creatively, it worked for me, but I have to ask my readers how was it for you, and they’re not always complimentary.

Q: The notion of a serial killer committing murder by hanging the victims seems rather unusual. Are you aware of real cases where killers have used this method, or — is it all fiction?

The world is so wicked that I feel sure someone, some time, somewhere has tried something similar. And if not, who knows what we’ll read in the papers tomorrow?

Q: You write some of the most memorable characters in crime fiction, whether protagonists or secondary characters. I know that I still find myself wondering at times about the fate of the resourceful, social services case Ada Shaftsbury from Upon a Dark Night, and, of course, there’s the wonderfully wicked rector, Reverend Otis Joy, in The Reaper. Are any of your fictional creations based in part on real persons or actual cases? And how do you come up with your character’s names?

Most of my characters are drawn from life. They go through a process of change as the plot makes demands of them, so my friends and and enemies have never, up to now, recognized themselves (or been willing to ask). I have occasionally had plots triggered by real cases. The False Inspector Dew arose from the Dr Crippen case, by asking myself how the killer might have got away with it if he had acted differently. But I’d better make clear that Otis Joy, the Reaper, wasn’t drawn from any man of the cloth I ever met. The odd thing is that I’ve had several letters from clergymen saying how much they enjoyed the book. Maybe it was because the bishop copped it in Chapter One.

Names are important, and worth casting around for. Like ideas, they come from more sources than I could list here.

Q: You wrote three novels under the pen name Peter Lear: Goldengirl (1976), Spider Girl — republished as In Suspense (1980), and The Secret of Spandau (1986). Can you tell us a little about these books? And why the nom de plume?

The pen-name was thought necessary because I was known at the time for Victorian cozies, and these were modern and anything but cozy. About the time I gave up teaching to write full time I decided I’d better vary my output because I couldn’t see myself writing Sergeant Cribbs for ever. I returned to sport with Goldengirl, a book about a superb American athlete preparing to run in the 1980 Olympics in Moscow, and about the exploitation, physical, mental and commercial, she has to endure. I was lucky, because a movie was made from it, starring Susan Anton and James Coburn; and unlucky, because the Russians invaded Afghanistan and America didn’t compete in Moscow, so the movie flopped. Spider Girl was another suspense story dealing with an opposite character from Goldengirl. And The Secret of Spandau dealt with the question of the old Nazi, Rudolf Hess, and why he was imprisoned for so long when he played no part in the atrocities of the war. I was fortunate in getting inside information from Eugene Bird, the US Commandant of Spandau.

Q: About your actual writing process… When it comes to organization, are you an outliner? Do you require many drafts?

I have a dread of rewriting and have never worked in drafts. What I write each day is what will go to the printer and I must be an anal retentive because I can’t leave a page until I’m happy with it. I used to outline meticulously, but I’m more relaxed now and have only a broad idea how it will work out.

Q: Do you normally do much research? And have any of your works required significantly more library time, etc. than others?

“Research” always sounds like hard work, preparing for exams. In fact it’s the fun part. There’s real joy to be had in finding nuggets of information you can use. I surround myself with books, cuttings, photos. I use the library and the internet and talk to friends. I’m sometimes asked if I would employ a professional researcher. No chance.

The book requiring the most research was The False Inspector Dew, set almost entirely on an ocean liner in 1921. I’d never set foot on a liner. But there were numerous sources and memoirs to consult. The book won the Gold Dagger and I sold the film rights to Columbia and worked on the screenplay with Peter Falk, so the preliminary work paid off handsomely. Somehow the film never got into production, but there was a compensation. The book got me invited to a Murder Mystery weekend with an ocean-going theme at Mohonk Mountain House, ninety miles north of New York City, where I met the wittiest writer of them all, Donald E. Westlake.

Q: As to the physical process — is it quill & parchment, Smith-Corona, or computer? Please tell us how, where, and when you prefer to write.

Over the years, just about everything. I was scratching on the cave wall when I started. Now I have a white-painted garden office with all mod cons except the phone. It cost me as much as I get in an advance, but it suits me fine, and suits Jax even better because she can have Caruso and Martinelli belting out arias without disturbing me while she paints in the house. I’m slow, slow, slow, so I start early and work till late most days.

Q: Do you share any of Peter Diamond’s negative feelings and misgivings about modern technology? Are you at all like him in any other ways, do you think?

I guess there must be elements of me in all the characters. Like Diamond, I get apoplectic when technology won’t work for me. I hope I’m not quite so clumsy as Diamond and I think I get on with people better. And like him I have a cat with personality. You don’t mess with Mitzi, any more than Diamond would with Raffles.

Q: We sometimes see the comment from authors in interviews that the second book was more difficult to write than the first, the third even more challenging than the second, etc. How would you characterize your experiences in this regard?

I’ve never written one as quickly as Wobble to Death. After that, the writing used to take me a year, even when I was teaching full time and some evenings, but latterly they’ve got longer and the process takes closer to two years. I spend too much time watching the birds. Like Mitzi.

Q: If given the difficult task of having to choose a personal favorite from all your novels, for me (at least today) it might end in a virtual tie between Rough Cider and On The Edge (later produced for TV as Dead Gorgeous.) Both are set in the 1940s, either during or in the aftermath of WWII. Do you have vivid memories of those times? And what influences might those youthful recollections have had on these novels or any other of your works?

Our suburban semi was destroyed by a “flying bomb” in 1944, and I remember it vividly. Our neighbors were killed, but miraculously my family survived. My two brothers had sheltered under a cast iron Morrison table and crawled out of the rubble. We had to rely on charity for some time after, and there were only two books for me to read: one was about a famous criminal lawyer called Sir Edward Marshall Hall; the other was Alias the Saint. Two crucial books at a formative time. For some while I avoided reading the second, thinking a saint with a name like Alias must be boring. (Well, I was only nine years old). Then I discovered it was by Leslie Charteris, so I read my first crime novel, and loved it. And Rough Cider drew strongly on my memories of being billeted in a Cornish farmhouse after the bombing.

Q: You create not only novels in series and stand-alones, but you also write many wonderful short stories. Do you enjoy writing in the one form more than the other? Why?

I love doing short stories whenever I can, and I think that’s what I do best. You can take bigger risks and try new things out. I even did one called Youdunnit, in which the reader committed the murder. Believe it or not, the story was seized upon as a significant work by academics in France and I was invited to the Sorbonne to join in a debate about it. To my surprise they produced another writer, Max Dorra, who had used a similar idea. This led me to write a further story entitled Murdering Max. Absolutely true.

Q: Why do you think that short stories appear not to be as popular with some mystery and crime fans as novels are? Any ideas as to what might be done to encourage the reading of more short crime fiction?

There are bright readers who know about the short story specialist publisher Crippen & Landru and who take Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and the Alfred Hitchcock magazine. You get stories from all the great writers of today, and some reprints from the past. Our genre started with short stories by Poe, Conan Doyle, Chesterton, all of which have held up better than their novels. Nothing (well almost nothing) is more pleasurable in bed at night than starting a new story that you can finish before turning out the light.

Q: Your most recent short story that we enjoyed was in the March/April 2007 EQMM. It’s one of a trio of themed stories about elder crime. (The other contributions are by your sometimes partners-in-crime, Michael Lewin and Liza Cody.) Not elders as victims, mind you, but as perpetrators! Where did that theme originate? Is this a new ‘crime trend’ we should worry about?

When Left Coast Crime came to Bristol last year we did a panel together called The Ideas Experiment. In preparation we took a newspaper cutting and each used it in our own way as the trigger for a story. It happened that the clipping was about elderly criminals. The stories demonstrate, if nothing else, how differently writers’ minds work. I think Mike still has some copies of the booklet we produced if you care to visit his website.

Q: According to a bibliography of your works, it appears you’ve written at least one novel, or produced at least one anthology, every year since 1970. (Not counting two earlier non-fiction works.) Nowadays, it seems that there are ever-increasing demands on a writer’s time — and for other than just writing books. Touring, blogging, self-promoting, networking, (interviews!), and marketing all appear to consume many hours in a typical author’s life. Looking back, do you think, given all the considerable changes that have taken place in the publishing industry these past 37 years, that you could accomplish as much as an author if you were starting out as a new writer today? Do you feel more intrusive demands on your writing time now than in the past?

Here in Britain we aren’t nearly so busy with promotion. I don’t have a website (didn’t when I was interviewed PL) and I certainly don’t blog. I’d rather write fiction. I’ve seen the itineraries of some US writers on tour and I feel exhausted reading them. My US publisher, Soho Press, has the good sense to limit me to short tours, and I really enjoy a few days on the road. I still like meeting readers and writers at conferences and I do answer letters regularly, but I’m mainly a stop-at-home guy.

Q: When you think about the future of crime writing and the mystery novel, what do you envision as the status of the genre five or ten years down the road, considering today’s trends?

Difficult. The death of the detective story was projected long before I started. Whatever form the mystery takes there is always a structure to it and some kind of unmasking. There’s more graphic violence about than formerly (if we meet I must sing you my infamous “Autopsy Song”) and I hope there will still be room for humor like Donald E. Westlake’s in future. We need some laughs along the way.

Q: Is there a book by another mystery author from the past that you wish you’d written? one from the present?… and why?

The Postman Always Rings Twice by James M. Cain. And the short story collection Twisted, by Jeffery Deaver. Both are models of sharp, stark writing and brilliant plotting.

Q: Your first books in 1968/69 (The Kings of Distance and The Guide To British Track & Field Literature) were non-fiction and the subject was running and sport. Are you a runner yourself? What other sports or activities do you enjoy most when it’s time to relax?

No, I’m useless at running. It was only to keep face with the kids at school that I made myself an authority on track and field and its history. I still do a lot of that pleasurable activity, research, on the subject. I wrote the official history of our Amateur Athletic Association and did a major bibliography for the British Library a couple of years ago. Apart from that I enjoy cooking. And visiting secondhand bookshops. And after that, a teashop.

Q: I understand you are a member of The Detection Club founded in the 1920s by classic mystery writers including Agatha Christie, Dorothy L Sayers, G.K. Chesterton, et al. The original members of the club agreed to adhere to a code of ethics in their writing, so as to give the reader a fair chance at guessing the guilty party. Can you tell us a bit more about The Club? And does the same code of ethics still apply today or have there been modifications that you can tell us about?

Recent research by Douglas Greene, the biographer of John Dickson Carr, has established beyond dispute that the club was founded in 1930. I was invited to join in 1974, the same year as Ngaio Marsh (a few years my senior) and John le Carre’. The initiation ceremony is broadly similar to what it was in the beginning, with a candle-lit procession and the candidate placing a hand on Eric the skull and making a series of promises. There may have been an element of seriousness early on about the oath but those days have long since passed. Last year I edited a short story collection by members of the club in honor of former president H.R.F.Keating’s 80th birthday and I can promise you that the likes of Len Deighton, Colin Dexter, P.D.James and Reginald Hill didn’t take themselves too seriously. With Simon Brett as our current President how could it be otherwise? We still meet and have secret ballots to decide which distinguished crime writers should be admitted, and the only criterion is excellence of their work. Whether they write thrillers, spy stories or traditional mysteries is not important. It was only ever a dining club.

Q: Imagine if loyal readers, friends, and admirers wanted to create a statue in your honor… What would it be made of, where would it be located, and what victory will it commemorate?

God forbid. Made of snow, so that it wouldn’t last. Located in my daughter’s backyard in Greenwich, Ct, so that my two American granddaughters could have fun pushing it over and stamping on it. A victory for commonsense.

Thank you so very much, Peter.

Adrian Muller talks to Peter Lovesey about how a chance newspaper advert led into a career writing crime novels

Peter Lovesey was writing historical crime fiction long before such writers as Edward Marston, Ellis Peters, and Anne Perry came on the scene. Lovesey started writing as an outlet for his knowledge of sporting history, much of which related to Victorian England. His expertise in this period explains the author’s decision to set many of his novels in the latter half of the nineteenth century. In fact one of his most popular characters is the sovereign’s son Edward, the Prince of Wales–more affectionately known as ‘Bertie’. Lovesey’s other Victorian sleuth is Detective Sergeant Cribb, who debuted in Lovesey’s first mystery novel, Wobble to Death. More recently the author has added a contemporary detective to his series-characters, and now alternates his Bertie books with those featuring Peter Diamond, a policeman in Bath’s present-day police force.

What follows is an overview of the career of an author who has helped raise historical crime fiction to its current popularity. This profile is based on an interview held at Lovesey’s country home–just outside the city of Bath–in the summer of 1996.

Peter Lovesey was born in Middlesex, England, in 1936. “The same year as Robert Barnard and Reginald Hill,” he says, adding with a smile, “A vintage year for mystery writers”. Brought up in suburban London during World War II, he was evacuated to the West country in 1944 after the family home was destroyed by a ‘flying bomb’. These war experiences, and those following in early peace time, were to influence two of Lovesey’s later novels, Rough Cider and On the Edge.

After completing his education at Hampton Grammar School, Lovesey went to Reading University in 1955. Failing his Latin exams meant that he was not eligible to study English because a qualification in the ancient language was a necessary requirement for the modern one. Being a reasonable artist he decided to study Fine Art instead. Part of the latter course included History and English as secondary subjects and due to submitting “some quite interesting essays,” as the author puts it, two of Lovesey’s tutors, novelist John Wain and literary critic Frank Kermode, helped him get into English studies after all.

By now he had met Jacqueline (Jax) Lewis, his future wife, and he was eager to change courses for more reasons than one. “The big incentive,” he recalls, “was that Art was a four year course and English three. I wanted to get married to Jax who was doing a three year course, so I swapped to English.”

Lovesey, who recalls his time at Reading with much affection, says that, “Whilst I didn’t do anything remarkable, I managed to get a degree.” The statement is a good example of the author’s modesty, because his entry in The St. James Guide to Crime and Mystery Writers shows that he graduated with Honours.

When Lovesey left university in 1958, a two year stint in the National Service was still obligatory in Britain, and he joined the Royal Air Force. With an eye on the future, he signed up for three years and completed a training course to become an Education Officer. The rank offered better wages, allowing him to marry Jax in 1959, and also gave him a head-start on a teaching career.

In 1961 he left the Armed Forces for a fourteen-year career in education. Starting out as a Lecturer in English at Thurrock Technical College in Essex, he became Head of the General Education Department at London’s Hammersmith College for Further Education (now West London College) until he left to become a full-time writer. Lovesey enjoyed teaching and interacting with students, but disliked the inroads made on both of these areas by his administrative duties. “There’s so much paperwork, so many committee meetings, to the extent that it distracts from the real business of teaching,” he says.

By the time Lovesey ended his educational career in 1975, he had already established himself as an author, with two non-fiction books on sport, and six of the eight Detective Sergeant Cribb books.

The Cribb novels came about through the author’s self-confessed lack in athletic ability. “The first two books I wrote were about sport and their origin goes right back to my school days,” Lovesey remembers. “If you wanted to have any status with people in the school, you had to excel at sport. I was useless,” he says, laughing, “I was really, really bad.” In an attempt to improve his standing, he may have been one of the world’s first joggers. Shuffling around the back streets of the London suburb of Twickenham, he tried to improve his times but frequently, the author claims, ran into lampposts and was savaged by dogs. As a consequence, he sought a safer alternative to gamesmanship. “I became one of those kids who didn’t participate, but who knew and could talk about sport a great deal.” He would read all the papers and listen to all the commentaries on boxing, football, and so on. Gradually he began to dream about a career as a sports journalist. Later, when he was a teacher, he started to submit articles to magazines, initially without much success. It took a little while before he realised there was a little covered topic he could exploit: track and field history. Explains Lovesey, “I thought that if I dug into the past I could find information for interesting character-pieces about great runners.” The research brought him into contact with many names in the world of athletics, some of whom became good friends. People like Norris McWhirter, the founder of The Guinness Book of Records, and Harold Abrahams, one of the athletes portrayed in the Oscar winning film Chariots of Fire.

After Lovesey had spent some ten years writing about sport, it was suggested that he might have enough material for a book. “I thought about it and realised it would require more work,” he says. “So I began to expand some of the articles I had written and put them together into a book called The Kings of Distance.” Peter Lovesey’s first book, focusing on the lives of five long distance runners, was published in 1968. It started off in the early nineteenth century with the story of Deerfoot, an American Indian, and closed some hundred years later with Emil Zatopek, the Czech athlete who dominated the Olympic Games in 1952. The book received good reviews and was chosen as Sports Book of the Year.

In 1969 The Kings of Distance was followed by The Guide to British Track and Field Literature 1275-1968, a bibliography on sports writing, written in collaboration with Tom McNab. A definitive reference work on the subject, the guide is still used by collectors.

It was also in 1969 that Jax Lovesey spotted an advert in The Times which would have a major impact on her husband’s life. It was for a competition to write a crime novel and, because the cash prize was about as much as her husband was earning in a year as a teacher, Jax suggested he should enter. After all, he had had two books published already. Lovesey was less confident. “I pointed out that those had been non-fiction books about sport, and I had hardly read any crime fiction.” Jax was persistent, however, and he finally agreed to have a go.

For this budding novelist, the obvious idea was to use a background in athletics. He entered his manuscript, called Wobble to Death and, looking back, he is convinced that it was the novelty value of the story that won him the first prize.

Lovesey first came across wobbles–Victorian long-distance races lasting six days–when he was researching an article in the newspaper library in Colindale. “They seemed very bizarre and extraordinary, involving all kinds of tricks that trainers and runners would use to try to hamper their opponents,” he recalls. “They would put laxatives in the refreshments, crush walnut shells into competitors shoes…” However, it was a performance-enhancing drug that fired Lovesey’s imagination. To improve their results, runners would take tiny amounts of strychnine. “It is a stimulant if used in a tiny amount, but take a little more and you’re writhing in agony!” notes Lovesey. He immediately realised that the ‘wobble’ setting was a natural for a traditional whodunit: poison, murder, and suspects in a closed environment. All that remained was to find a detective to solve the crime. The author decided an ordinary policeman would be more interesting than a Sherlock Holmes-type character, and learned about police methods of the day. Enter Sergeant Cribb and his assistant, Constable Thackeray.

It wasn’t until Lord Hardinge, the publisher of Wobble to Death, handed Peter Lovesey his cheque and asked him what he would be writing next, that the first-time novelist thought about a sequel. “I remember thinking that I could probably write another crime novel,” he says, “but for the life of me I couldn’t imagine what it would be about. I didn’t think I could go on mining the Victorian world of athletics for very long.”

For the sequel, Lovesey stuck with the same detectives, and again turned to Victorian newspapers for inspiration. In the 1880s clandestine fist fights took place in the south of England. To get to the secret location, trains would be organised and people would end up in the middle of nowhere having to walk a short distance to the place where the fight would be held. This background was used in the author’s second novel, The Detective Wore Silk Drawers.

The books developed into a series, mostly exploring various forms of Victorian entertainment.

Abracadaver dealt with music-hall acts, and Mad Hatter’s Holiday is set in Brighton, a popular seaside holiday resort. The fifth in the Cribb series, Invitation to a Dynamite Party, focused on Britain’s early problems with Irish nationalists. “In that book I used real events more than I had in any other up to that time,” says Lovesey. “I found out about Irishmen who, for many of the same reasons as the Irish Republican Army, were blowing up buildings in London in the early 1880’s. Terrifying everybody, they were much more successful than the IRA, and actually damaged London Bridge and several of London’s main railway stations. They even managed to get a bomb into Scotland Yard and blew up part of the building!” Invitation to a Dynamite Party ended with an attempt to kill the Prince of Wales by means of one of the earliest submarines, a vessel built by the Irish.

Swing, Swing Together was inspired by the craze set off by Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat. The latter is a humorous tale of three friends boating up the river Thames. Jerome’s book was a huge best-seller in its time, and as a result trips on the Thames became enormously popular. Reading of all this activity started Lovesey thinking, ‘Let’s have a situation where people join in the craze…. In Three Men in a Boat a corpse floats past the boat… Let’s weave a story around that.’

Also popular in Victorian times were spiritualists who ‘contacted’ the dead, and this subject was the inspiration for A Case of Spirits.

The last Cribb novel, Waxwork, provided a major boost to Lovesey’s writing career. Telling a gripping tale of a Victorian woman awaiting execution for murder, Waxwork was well received, won the author his first Crime Writers’ Association Dagger, and caught the eye of June Wyndham-Davies, an English television producer who thought the subject might make an interesting television film. The dramatisation of Waxwork was broadcast in 1979, and starred Alan Dobie as Sergeant Cribb, and William Simons as Constable Thackeray. It proved so popular that Granada, the production company, decided to turn the other seven Cribb novels into a television series. Peter Lovesey was shown the scripts, and when he mentioned that one of them didn’t feel quite right, the producers asked him if he would do the adaptation himself. The experience proved useful when Granada approached him with the request for a second series. Did he have any ideas for further stories? “You don’t turn down an offer like that,” says Lovesey. “I came home triumphantly and told Jax about it. She asked me when the company wanted the stories, reminding me that writing a book took me about a year. They wanted six plots in eight months!”

The opportunity and financial rewards were too good to pass up, and it was Jax who provided a solution to the problematic time factor. Lovesey explains, “Jax always had some influence on the books. We used to discuss the structure of the story, and I would read the chapters to her as I was going along. So, to help me out with the television series, she said she would write three of the stories, if I would write the other three. That’s how we did it,” he says, concluding, “We had our names jointly on the credits.”

The television series, shown in some fifty countries, was highly successful, and also helped to further popularise the novels. Yet Lovesey decided against writing more Cribb books. One reason was the definitive portrayal of the detective. “I don’t in any way want to give the impression that I wasn’t satisfied with Alan Dobie’s performance of Cribb,” he stresses. “I thought he was brilliant in the part, but television is a very powerful medium. After I saw him play my character it was very difficult to get his portrayal out of my mind. The result was that I couldn’t get back to the original concept that I had for Cribb.” Moreover, he had exhausted all his ideas for further stories when writing the television series.

Before concluding the Cribb novels, Lovesey wrote three books of contemporary fiction under the pseudonym of Peter Lear. The first, Goldengirl, focused on a super female athlete. Everyone from the girl’s own father to big business men seek to exploit her, even when the distinct possibility arises that she will break down from all the pressure.

Goldengirl was filmed starring Susan Anton and James Coburn, and problems hampered the film’s release. “In the book the athlete was an American competing in the Moscow Olympics,” says the author. “It was written about two or three years before the actual event was scheduled to take place. By the time the film was ready for distribution the Russian invasion of Afghanistan led the Americans to boycott the 1980 Olympics. That made it difficult for the studio to promote the film, and it did not do well at the box-office.”

Two more novels appeared under he Lear pseudonym. Spider Girl is about a woman trying to overcome her fear of spiders. So much so that she becomes obsessed, turning almost spider-like herself.

The Secret of Spandau, is a fictitious account of an attempt to spring Rudolf Hess from his cell in Berlin’s Spandau Prison. There has always been speculation as to the motives of Hitler’s deputy parachuting into Scotland in 1941. After the war Hess was sentenced to lifelong imprisonment in Spandau. More recently questions have been asked about the identity of the now deceased prisoner, with some people suggesting that the jailed man may not really have been Hess. Lovesey’s theory is that the German prisoner-of-war knew too much sensitive information about the people who wanted make peace with the Germany. “For me,” says Lovesey, “the most intriguing thing was not Hess’ ‘true’ identity, but the question of his sanity. It is a fact that there were attempts to brainwash Hess in his first few months in Britain. When obliterating his memory proved unsuccessful, he was imprisoned. The Russians were always blamed for keeping Hess in Spandau but,” concludes Lovesey, “I think the British had far more interest in keeping him there.”

In 1982, The False Inspector Dew was published, winning Peter Lovesey a Gold Dagger. The introduction to the novel suggests it is based on true events, and then teasingly leaves the reader to try and define which facts are real and which fiction. Lovesey had been reading E.L. Doctorow’s Ragtime and was much influenced by the latter novel. “Doctorow had used real people in his book and I found that very exciting,” he says. “I began to think I might do something similar in a detective novel.”

Lovesey’s plot was inspired by Doctor Crippen, the English doctor who murdered his wife, burying her in their cellar. Crippen then attempted to escape to Canada with his mistress on an ocean liner. Unfortunately for the murderer, he was recognised by the Captain, who cabled that Crippen was on board. It was Inspector Dew who was sent ahead in a faster vessel to waylay Crippen in Canada and bring him back to face trial.

Lovesey read Inspector Dew’s memoirs and became more and more intrigued by the policeman’s reaction to the murderer. “Dew seemed to like Crippen, even though his name is now almost synonymous with someone like Jack the Ripper,” says Lovesey. “In his autobiography the Inspector called Crippen ‘the little fellow’ and ‘my friend Crippen’, portraying him as a Chaplinesque character. That, to some extent, is why Charlie Chaplin makes a brief appearance in my book.” A further area of interest for Lovesey was to see how much Dew identified with Crippen, wondering what motivated the murderer, and suggesting ways in which Crippen might have escaped. In the book Crippen becomes Walter Baranov, and the reader is left guessing to the closing pages whether the very likeable villain manages to elude the police. The clever plot-twists, and surprising ending earned the author his second dagger.

For his next novel, Lovesey stuck to the winning formula of mixing fact and fiction, setting

Keystone in 1915 at Hollywood legend Mack Sennett’s Keystone Film Studios. The plot has an aspiring English actor joining the Keystone Cops to solve a succession of crimes involving bribery, kidnap, and murder. Naturally the slapstick comedy of the silent-film era forms an integral part of the book.

Up until Keystone, the author had not yet written a novel set in a period of time of which he had some personal experience. All this would change with his following two non-series books.

In Rough Cider, the Second World War forces a young city boy out of his everyday environment. He is evacuated to a ‘safe’, but alien location in the countryside, only to become a crucial witness in a murder case. Though Lovesey’s evacuee experiences in Cornwall did not include murder, he still remembers them as unsettling due to the unfamiliar surroundings and strange local accent. Years later, after coming across a West-country recipe for mutton-fed cider, which involves a joint of meat added to barrelled cider for extra potency, an idea for a novel sprang to mind, and Rough Cider was born.

On the Edge is about “two women who become bored after the war and decide to murder their husbands,” says Lovesey. The novel looks at the dissatisfaction of people who in peacetime were forced back into their old, often less exciting existence. For Rose and Antonia, the two women in On the Edge, the situation causes personal conflicts, leading them to kill their husbands. “As with Walter Baranov in The False Inspector Dew I can identify quite a bit with Rose,” says the author, describing her mitigating circumstances. “Books that just paint the murderer as a complete blackguard aren’t really that interesting. I try to get away from black and white characterisations in an attempt to understand a little of the motives of people. I think it’s always fascinating for a reader to be able to understand what drives a person to murder. It’s one of those universal questions you can only answer if you have been confronted by it yourself.”

Jax Lovesey was especially helpful with On the Edge. “Since it was a book about two women,” says Lovesey, “I checked with Jax quite a bit. I had an idea of how women talked, but it was the way women talk to men, not how they talked amongst themselves. So Jax put me right on quite a bit of that.”

Having set three subsequent books in the twentieth century, Peter Lovesey decided to return to Victorian times for his next novel. The author explains, “I read about Fred Archer, the top jockey of his day, who at the age of twenty-nine committed suicide. His sister came in as he was holding a gun to his head and she heard him say ‘Are they coming?’ before he shot himself. I thought the incident would lend itself to a conspiracy theory: who were ‘they’, and what was it all about? It never became clear at the inquest or in the biographies of Archer.” In his search for information on the jockey, Lovesey found that Fred Archer, also known as the Tinman, frequently rode for the Prince of Wales–the latter being called Bertie by his family and close friends.

“I thought ‘why shouldn’t Bertie himself take an interest in the case?’ I discovered that he had sent the biggest wreath at the funeral, and the more I thought about it, the more I realised that he was perfect to be the detective. As the Prince of Wales he had lots of time on his hands–his mother, Queen Victoria, gave him no responsibilities–so he spent his time playing cards, charming the ladies, and looking for things to do. Also, he was in a unique position: he could order the police to help him if he wanted or, when necessary, he could keep them at arm’s length.”

Having found his sleuth, the author went on to consider what form the book might take. During research for The Secret of Spandau, he learned that a substantial amount of documents regarding Rudolf Hess had been classified as ‘secret’, and their release controlled by a time embargo. What if something similar had occurred to Edward VII’s personal papers? ‘Declassification’ is how Lovesey would explain the sudden appearance of Bertie and the Tinman: The Detective Memoirs of King Edward VII.

The author recalls enjoying writing the novel in the first person, allowing his sleuth to solve the Tinman mystery, almost in spite of his bungling attempts.

When Bertie and the Tinman was published one of the favourable reviews referred to the book as ‘Dick Francis by gaslight’. With the year of Dame Agatha Christie’s centenary nearing, Lovesey wondered whether it might not be interesting for him to write the next Bertie novel with a nod to the Queen of Crime Fiction. Taking some of the typical ingredients from a Christie plot–a country house setting, a murder occurring for every day of the week, and rhymes being sent as clues–Bertie and the Seven Bodies was written.

A third book, Bertie and the Crime of Passion, took the Prince to Paris where he investigates a murder with the assistance of the great actress Sarah Bernhardt.

In 1991, over twenty years since Wobble to Death, after fourteen historical mysteries and numerous short stories, Peter Lovesey decided the time had come to write a contemporary crime novel. Ironically the title of the first book in this (unplanned) series featuring Detective Superintendent Peter Diamond was The Last Detective.

When writing his first ‘modern’ crime novel, Lovesey had to consider how he would deal with unfamiliar subjects such as up-to-date police procedures and current forensic methods. Previously these matters had been relatively easy to write about because they were less complicated and fixed in time. A solution was soon found. “The procedures and forensics are acknowledged but,” says Lovesey, “I’ve deliberately made my detective a dinosaur as far as those issues are concerned.”

Having explained Diamond’s contempt for the latest methods, the author also made the detective a loner, “Which, for me,” he says, “was more important. A police procedural should involve a great number of people, it’s team work. It can be very difficult to engage a reader’s interest when the credit for solving a crime is diffused through a number of people, and I prefer to write the kind of story where one person gets the credit and faces the problems himself.”

The Last Detective won the 1991 Anthony Award for best novel. It also left Peter Lovesey with an unforeseen dilemma: “Diamond has this great row towards the end of the book and storms out of the police force,” says Lovesey, adding, “Initially I had him continue with the case after being reprimanded. Then I realised that this character had such integrity, and that he was so volatile, that he would not stay in the force but would resign. So that’s what happened. However, that left me with a problem when I started thinking about a sequel.”

The dilemma was solved by turning the next Peter Diamond novel, Diamond Solitaire, into an international thriller. “Peter Diamond has a job as a security guard in Harrods”, explains Lovesey, “but is fired when a Japanese girl sets off the alarms in his department. Intrigued by the little girl Diamond becomes involved with her lot when she is kidnapped, taking him first to New York and ultimately to Tokyo where the whole case is resolved.”

In The Summons the author found an ingenious way to return Peter Diamond to the police force: one of the former-Detective Superintendent’s old cases is drastically reopened, forcing the police to ask for his help. By the close of the novel Diamond can return to his old job stating his own terms. The Summons was nominated for an Edgar and won the CWA Silver Dagger for 1995.

Diamond’s next case, Bloodhounds, was published in the year following a brief controversy in the Crime Writers’ Association regarding the value of traditional versus hard-boiled crime fiction. Bloodhounds focuses on a group of crime fiction readers who gather once a week to discuss the merits of their preferred genre. When members of the reading group start being murdered, Diamond is called in to solve a variety of crimes. With the fictional skirmish following on so soon after the less drastic CWA discord, it might seem that Lovesey had found inspiration right on his doorstep. “Well,”

he says with a smile, “it might be unwise to admit it, but there are real people in Bloodhounds.” He then swiftly points out why it would be pointless trying to identify any of his fellow writers, “My characters are often based on real people. I start by thinking so-and-so is ideal for that particular character. Visualising my protagonists makes them more real for me. Then, as the story develops, they take on a life of their own and become involved with things their real-life counterparts would never consider doing. Therefore it would be unfair for me to say that a character is based on a certain individual because they have completely changed.”

In 1996, for the second year running, the Silver Dagger was awarded to a Diamond novel.

As mentioned earlier, Peter Lovesey has also written many short stories, and they too have won numerous awards. Interested readers can find some of them in Butchers and the Other Stories of Crime and The Crime of Miss Oyster Brown and Other Stories. Calling the short story form “a delight,”

Lovesey says, “If I could make a living writing them I would be very happy to do so. They can be done in a short time and you can experiment with original, exciting ideas. You can take risks with short stories that you can’t with a novel.” The ideas for the tales bubble up in Lovesey’s mind when he is deeply involved in a novel, and he thinks of writing them as a reward to himself for finishing a book.

When writing a novel, he will have worked out a synopsis beforehand. This can run up to eight or nine pages, describing what will happen from chapter to chapter. “It may alter a little as I go along,” he says, “but I have to be satisfied in my own mind that the structure is there before I begin.” It takes Lovesey eight or nine months to complete a manuscript and, whilst some of the research is done before he starts, much is also done during the writing of the book itself.

Comparing notes with other authors on their writing methods Lovesey was amazed to realise that he is one of a small group of writers who know how their novels will end before they start writing them. “In my experience,” he says, “the majority of crime writers appear to prefer not be too clear about where the book is going. They say they can’t see the pleasure in writing if they know what’s happening. For me the pleasure comes from putting down the words, and finding the appropriate ways of saying things.”

The author calls himself a very slow writer, writing approximately two hundred words a day at the start of a novel, but steadily increasing to six or eight hundred words towards the book’s completion. One thing Lovesey rarely does is revision, remarking, “What I write is what will go in the book.”

Peter Lovesey is unsure what his next project will be. He has recently completed the fifth Peter Diamond novel, Upon a Dark Night, and expects to return to Bertie soon. Looking back to his very first detective, Lovesey can draw certain parallels with his more recent contemporary creation. “I suppose we have all been in jobs where we’ve had some contempt for our superiors, thinking we could do the job a whole lot better without them interfering! That certainly is true of Diamond and Cribb. Also, to some extent they’re both protective about the information that they have gathered, not wanting to share it too much. That trait of being careful of revealing too much is also a convention of mystery writers: you want to surprise the reader, so perhaps you keep back a little.” He concludes with what could be a summary of his literary style, “I try and write a fair book, a ‘mystery’ in the old fashioned sense of the word.”

Bibliography:

Non-fiction:

The Kings of Distance: A Study of Five Great Runners. London, Eyre and Spottiswoode, 1968; as Five Kings of Distance. New York, St. Martin’s Press, 1981.

The Guide to British Track and Field Literature 1275-1968, with Tom McNab. London, Athletics Arena, 1969.

The Official Centenary History of the Amateur Athletic Association. London, Guinness Superlatives, 1979.

Fiction:

Wobble to Death. London, Macmillan, and New York, Dodd Mead, 1970. (Macmillan/Panther First Crime Novel Prize)

The Detective Wore Silk Drawers. London, Macmillan, and New York, Dodd Mead, 1971.

Abracadaver. London, Macmillan, and New York, Dodd Mead, 1972.

Mad Hatter’s Holiday: A Novel of Murder in Victorian Brighton. London, Macmillan, and New York, Dodd Mead, 1973.

Invitation to a Dynamite Party. London, Macmillan, 1974; as The Tick of Death, New York, Dodd Mead, 1974.

A Case of Spirits. London, Macmillan, and New York, Dodd Mead, 1975. (Prix du Roman D’Aventures)

Swing, Swing Together. London, Macmillan, and New York, Dodd Mead, 1976. (Grand Prix de Litte’rature Policie`re)

Waxwork. London, Macmillan, and New York, Pantheon, 1978. (CWA Silver Dagger)

The False Inspector Dew: A Murder Mystery Aboard the S.S. Mauretania, 1921. London, Macmillan, and New York, Pantheon, 1982. (CWA Gold Dagger)

Keystone. London, Macmillan, and New York, Pantheon, 1983.

Butchers and Other Stories of Crime. London, Macmillan, 1985; New York, Mysterious Press, 1987.

Rough Cider. London, Bodley Head, 1986; New York, Mysterious Press, 1987.

Bertie and the Tinman: From the Detective Memoirs of King Edward VII. London, Bodley Head, 1987; New York, Mysterious Press, 1988.

On the Edge. London, Century Hutchinson, and New York, Mysterious Press, 1989.

Bertie and the Seven Bodies. London, Century Hutchinson, and New York and London Mysterious Press, 1990.

The Last Detective. London, Scribner, and New York, Doubleday, 1991. (Anthony Award)

Diamond Solitaire. London, Little Brown, and New York, Mysterious Press, 1992.

Bertie and the Crime of Passion. London, Little Brown, and New York, Mysterious Press, 1993.

The Crime of Miss Oyster Brown and Other Stories. London, Little Brown, 1994.

The Summons. London, Little Brown, and New York, Mysterious Press, 1995. (CWA Silver Dagger)

Bloodhounds. London, Little Brown, and New York, Mysterious Press, 1996. (CWA Silver Dagger)

Upon a Dark Night. London, Little Brown, and New York, Mysterious Press, 1997.

Short story awards:

The Crime of Miss Oyster Brown – (Ellery Queen Reader’s Award)

The Secret Lover – CWA Short Story Award

The Pushover

– MWA Golden Mysteries Short Story Award

As Peter Lear:

Goldengirl. London, Cassell, 1977; New York, Doubleday, 1978.

Spider Girl. London, Cassell, and New York, Viking Press, 1980.

The Secret of Spandau. London, Joseph, 1986.

(c) Copyright Adrian Muller, 1997.