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Writing and dark magic

In Writing on August 23, 2012 at 11:08 am

As the publication date for Human Game approaches, I’m keeping my mind distracted by working on my next project. I’m roughly 20,000 words in and hoping to hit the 30,000-word mark by the end of September. I don’t write as fast as I used to. With a 17-month-old son, it’s also harder for me to stay at my computer for long periods of time. He’s at the age where he enjoys being chased around the house, which is a lot of fun for me—and helps me burn a few calories in the process.

I told myself going into this current project that I wasn’t going to be a stickler with the writing schedule. Thus far, writing only when I feel like it has made the process all the more enjoyable. I don’t feel obligated to produce and don’t feel disappointed if I have an unproductive day. On days when the words are flowing, I limit myself to a 500-word maximum. It’s always better to finish a day’s writing when you know what you want to put down on the page the next day.

There’s another reason for my more relaxed approach. I enjoy knowing that I have a project to work on. Whenever I finish a book, there is—naturally—a great sense of relief, but that soon gives way to fear that no new ideas will materialize. By taking my time, I can draw out the writing process and delay the inevitable panic that will set in when I’m done. All that said, this current book is proving a joy to write. It entails some strange research on my part. Among the books I’ve had to consult thus far are:

    The Devil’s Dominion: The Complete Story of Hell and Satanism in the Modern World

    Man, Myth, and Magic: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of the Supernatural: Volumes 1 and 2

    At the Heart of Darkness: Witchcraft, Black Magic and Satanism Today

    The Occult: A History.

Anyone who walks into my home office and sees such reading material spread about might think I’m trying to master the dark arts. My interest in such a subject is purely professional—but if I learn how to put curses on those who annoy me, then I’ll consider that an added benefit!

In the meantime, I was recently contacted by a fact checker at Wired for the write up they’re doing on Human Game in the October issue. I have no idea the length of the article, but judging from the number of questions I was asked and the depth of detail they wanted, I’m hoping the article is rather substantial—and kind towards the book! I’m very thankful for the publicity!

Hope and Nerves: ‘Human Game’ publication date fast approaching

In books, publishing, Writing on August 16, 2012 at 9:24 am

There’s about six weeks to go before Human Game is thrust upon the reading public—whether said public takes notice is now the issue at hand. My publicist at Penguin has started pitching long-lead publications (primarily magazines), hoping to score hits in issues that come out near the time of the book’s October 2 release. Wired Magazine, which is doing an escaped-theme issue in October, has already confirmed they’ll include a write-up on the book. I’m hoping other publications take the bait. Near the time of the book’s release, newspapers will be pitched. Scoring book reviews in papers like the New York Times and Los Angeles Times is no easy task. To date, the San Francisco Chronicle is the largest publication to feature a review of one of my books. Fortunately, it was a positive piece!

This, to me, is one of the real nail-biting phases of the publication process. You can spend three years researching and writing a book, anguishing over every sentence—but that effort doesn’t guarantee you an audience. It’s been seven years since the publication of my first book. With subsequent books, I always wondered, “Will this be the one?” With Human Game, however, I’ve taken a more grounded approach. I’m incredibly proud of the book; I think it’s an important book—but I’m not approaching the publication date with overblown hopes that it will suddenly takeoff and score massive sales. I learned with my last work, which my publisher at the time said was going to be huge, that fostering such hope can bring you crashing painfully down to earth. That’s not to say one shouldn’t dream of success; it’s just important to hold firm to a healthy dose of realism.

I walked into a Barnes and Noble in the Bay Area last week and took a look at the “New Releases” table(s). It’s almost overwhelming when one considers how many new books are released on a weekly basis. Then, of course, there are e-books and the countless self-published works one can find on Amazon these days. The market is utterly swamped. It makes you wonder how any book can rise above the din and distinguish itself in the crowd.

As Human Game’s publication date draws ever closer, I do find myself falling off the wagon and surrendering to an old addiction: Sales Rank Checking. This is a syndrome defined by the chronic checking of one’s sales rank on Amazon. At the time of this writing, Human Game is hovering around the 300,000 mark. The highest I’ve ever had a book reach is 1,000. The Amazon sales rank is an albatross around many an author’s neck, for it’s the one real indication we have—albeit, a vague one—of how a book is doing. While maintaining realistic hopes about the book’s success, I’d love it if it cracked Amazon’s top 100.

I can only wait and see what happens. In the meantime, here’s the jacket copy to Human Game.

In March and April of 1944, Gestapo gunmen killed fifty POWs—a brutal act in defiance of international law and the Geneva Convention.

This is the true story of the men who hunted them down.

The mass breakout of seventy-six Allied airmen from the infamous Stalag Luft III became one of the greatest tales of World War II, immortalized in the film “The Great Escape.” But where Hollywood’s depiction fades to black, another incredible story begins . . .

Not long after the escape, fifty of the recaptured airmen were taken to desolate killing fields throughout Germany and shot on the direct orders of Hitler. When the nature of these killings came to light, Churchill’s government swore to pursue justice at any cost. A revolving team of military police, led by squadron leader Francis P. McKenna, was dispatched to Germany seventeen months after the killings to pick up a trail long gone cold.

Amid the chaos of postwar Germany, divided between American, British, French, and Russian occupiers, McKenna and his men brought twenty-one Gestapo killers to justice in a hunt that spanned three years and took them into the darkest realms of Nazi fanaticism.

In Human Game, Simon Read tells this harrowing story as never before. Beginning inside Stalag Luft III and the Nazi High Command, through the grueling three-year manhunt, and into the final close of the case more than two decades later, Read delivers a clear-eyed and meticulously researched account of this often-overlooked saga of hard-won justice.

‘Human Game’ proofs have arrived!

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2012 at 9:00 am

The uncorrected galleys of Human Game: The True Story of the ‘Great Escape’ Murders and the Hunt for the Gestapo Gunmen have finally arrived! They look fantastic. Penguin’s publicity department has already started sending them out to long-lead publications. Wired Magazine is doing an escape-themed issue in October and has voiced interest in including the book, so fingers crossed it pans out!

Hopefully, we’ll score more publicity hits as we close in on the October 2 publication date . . .

Ghost stories

In writers, Writing on August 1, 2012 at 9:32 am

I’m currently reading the annotated ghost stories of M.R. James (1862-1936), an English antiquary, mediaeval scholar, and provost of King’s College, Cambridge, and later of Eton, best remembered for his haunting tales. Penguin has published his work in two great volumes: Count Magnus and Other Ghost Stories and The Haunted Dollhouse and Other Ghost Stories. Reading them makes one realize that great horror literature is more about atmosphere than gore and violence. The stories, many written before the First World War, provide a wonderful look at an England that doesn’t really exist anymore.

I’ve always been fascinated by ghost stories, as I think—in terms of writing—they’re one of the hardest things to do well. James had his own formula for what made a good ghost story:

To be sure, I have my ideas as to how a ghost story ought to be laid out if it is to be effective. I think that, as a rule, the setting should be fairly familiar with the majority of the characters and their talk such as you may meet or hear any day. A ghost story of which the scene is laid in the twelfth or thirteenth century may succeed in being romantic or poetical: it will never put the reader into the position of saying to himself, “If I’m not very careful, something of this kind may happen to me!” Another requisite, in my opinion, is that the ghost should be malevolent or odious: amiable and helpful apparitions are all very well in fairy tales or in local legends, but I have no use for them in a fictitious ghost story.

So, if you enjoy a tale of a good haunting and have not yet done so, I highly suggest you check out M.R. James. All that said, here’s a strange little episode from my own family history. This, mind you, is not an attempt at a fictitious ghost story. Believe it, or not.

Many years ago, my Great Uncle Monty worked as a reporter for London’s Evening Standard and wrote an article on Borley Rectory, once considered the most haunted house in Britain. Everything from phantom carriages to ghostly nuns were said to loiter about the place. In 1946, he visited the site where the house once stood (it burned down in 1939) and took a piece of charred wood as a souvenir.

He was staying with his married sister in London at the time. He returned to her house and put the piece of wood in his bedroom, thinking nothing of it. It was not long before strange things started happening. The occurrences were typical ghostly fair: footsteps upstairs when no one was on the upper floor, doors opening and closing on their own, and the sensation that one was being watched when alone in a room. On evening, his sister—my aunt—was heard screaming upstairs. When asked what all the fuss was about, she claimed to have seen a figure dressed in black standing in my uncle’s room.

From there, things took a more ominous turn. Monty’s brother, my grandfather, came to spend a night at the house. He says he got undressed that evening, put his clothes over a chair in the bedroom, and got into bed. No sooner had he turned off the light than someone threw the clothes on the bed. He was at an utter loss to explain what had happened and was in no hurry to spend the night after that. When my uncle went to stay at his fiancé’s house in Surrey, he took the piece wood with him. Again, it seemed the ghostly phenomena followed him. The ghost made itself known several more times. On one occasion, Monty’s fiancé opened the closet in her bedroom, only to find a transparent nun standing there.

It was enough to convince Monty to get rid of the wood. He told the story in passing to his dentist, who asked if he could take possession of the grim souvenir. Monty turned it over to the dentist, who had a passion for collecting cuckoo clocks. The first night the wood was at the dentist’s home, every clock in the place supposedly went crazy. The dentist, after that, was quick to get rid of his recent acquisition. What happened to the wood, I don’t know . . .

Monty eventually wrote his experiences up in a newspaper article. The story has since been reprinted in at least one book on Borley Rectory. Somewhere, buried in box, I have a copy of the story. I’ll have to dig it up one of these days.

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