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News: Audiobook for 'The Willow Marsh Murder'

17/8/2021

Publication Date:
31st December 2021

I am delighted to announce that the audiobook of The Willow Marsh Murder is scheduled for release on 31st December 2021. In addition to that, Tantor Media have confirmed that Michael Page has agreed, once again, to narrate the novel.

I know many of you have been waiting a long time for this audiobook and I hope you're as pleased as I am with this news.
I'm still waiting for confirmation about exactly where it will be sold. Obviously, listeners should be able to buy the audiobook from Amazon as normal, but I believe Tantor publish on a variety of platforms, so you may have more choice this time around.

An Author In The Making

29/7/2021

A WRITER IS BORN

This little gem turned up recently when my Dad was going through some old photographs. It's me, aged nine, with my brand new typewriter.
I love that gleam of happiness in my eyes...I was already plotting my first mystery novel, Circus Girl Josie and the Kidnappers.
A writer was born that Christmas.

Review: The Scent of Death

15/10/2020

THE SCENT OF DEATH
by Andrew Taylor

NEW FAVOURITE AUTHOR
I know I am late to the party (again) - Andrew Taylor has been writing award-winning historical mysteries for decades - but I've only just discovered his incredible novels!
I really enjoyed The Scent of Death and have happily ignored everything else on my TBR pile to go straight into the sequel, The Silent Boy.
Americans may find The Scent of Death particularly fascinating as it is set in 1778 in the besieged loyalist stronghold of New York in the middle of the War of Independence against Britain. I had a bit of a personal connection. Some of our Charlton ancestors left Northern England, emigrated to the Colony and farmed around New York at this time. When the Yankee rebels won the war, like many loyal to the Crown, they emigrated again to Canada. Having now read Taylor's vivid description of what life was like at the time, I can understand why they fled.
The Silent Boy is set ten years later in the aftermath of the French Revolution.
Both novels are highly recommended.

News: 'Murder in Park Lane' Reaches 50,000 Sales

25/9/2020

SUPER NEWS FROM MY PUBLISHERS!

I'm delighted to announce that 'Murder in Park Lane', book#5 in the Detective Lavender Mysteries, has just passed 50,000 sales worldwide.
That's at least 20,000 sales in the last year alone, and I sincerely hope it brought pleasure to every reader and a few hours distraction from the grim and frightening news about this nasty pandemic.
Thank you to all my loyal readers for their continued support.

News: My New Series...and Some adventures from Lockdown

13/8/2020

and some adventures from lockdown....

2020 has been a dreadful year for everyone across the globe, and I sincerely hope that all my readers and their families have stayed safe during this horrible pandemic.
Of course, us authors have been self-isolating since 4000 B.C., however, this little gad-about has had her wings well and truly clipped in 2020. So, with no social life or travel to distract me, I've quietly got on with my research for my new series of Gemma James Mysteries, the first book of which I've decided to call: Smoke & Cracked Mirrors.
I trawled through 1940's newspapers online; ordered and read a couple of obscure 1920's books from an antiquarian bookshop in the US; watched WW2 documentaries on TV and underwent a massive reading programme to re-acquaint myself with the 'Golden Age of Crime Fiction'. Most of the books I've read have been eBooks but the photo below shows a selection of the paperbacks/hardbacks I've acquired.

Unbelievably, I've also had a couple of adventures during lockdown while trying to research for my novel.
I made email contact with the staff at York Central Library, who have been incredibly helpful - but unknown to them, I also managed to get myself locked in their grounds during one of my visits to the deserted streets of this historic city.
The library was shut but I decided to take a few photos of the outside of the 1930s building. I found an open gate and wandered off down a path. There's a Roman wall at the bottom of their garden (as so often happens in York) and I was distracted by this for a while. When I returned, the 6 ft high, spiked gate had been locked. There was no way I was getting over that. I had to hail a passing electrician who went and fetched out a male librarian to release me. He gave me a funny look but thankfully, didn't ask for my name. York Library has several of my novels on their shelves and I really don't want them to know what a daft idiot I can be.
I also bought three non-fiction books about wartime York from a masked bookshop owner while standing outside the shop in the historic, cobbled street. This enterprising lady had opened her business but was serving everyone from over a tressle table blocking the door. She wouldn't let anyone handle the books so I told her what I wanted and she read out the blurb from the back covers and the chapter headings. I bought three. It was an interesting and unusual form of customer service but those books were incredibly helpful and as you can see from the photo below of my planning, I'm now ready to start writing.

Each of the postcards in the first three columns is 'scene' in my new novel. Each of the different colours represents a different 'case' my two lady detectives are investigating. Of course there's computer software available which would do this for me if I wanted to use it - but I love the tactile feel of writing a scene and then screwing up the postcard and tossing it into the wastepaper bin. I find it very satisfying to watch them disappear from the board.
Those postcards only represent HALF of the novel (I got bored of writing them out at this point). But I know from experience that once I get going, I may be able to finish the story without postcards.
Anyway, wish me luck. I aim to write 20,000 words a month, which should still give me plenty of time to potter in my garden and play with my grandson, Little Bruce.
Hopefully, the first draft of Smoke & Cracked Mirrorsshould be finished by Xmas.
Best wishes - and stay safe.
Karen Charlton x

Researching The 'Golden Age' of Crime Fiction

23/5/2020

The Murder AT The Vicarage

Why Agatha Christie Was So Popular

As part of my research for my new series set in York in WW2, I’m currently reading dozens of novels and short stories written by British ‘Golden Age’ crime writers. Detective crime fiction is an inspiration for my two new lady sleuths, Gemma James and Roberta ‘Bobbie’ Baker. I needed to find out what books they might have enjoyed.

York in the 1940s

I've also trawled hundreds of old newspapers to gain some historical perspective and I was shocked to read about a bitter argument in York in 1940 between a women’s group and the local police. The latter had refused to recruit female officers even though a quarter of their men had signed up to fight and left.
Prejudice against women was rife in British society and the police force at this time. It doesn’t seem to have crossed anyone’s mind that women were as capable as men at solving crimes.
This attitude is reflected in the 'Golden Age' crime fiction. Most of these detective stories are narrated by very clever men, who tell other very clever men how they – or one of their very clever male friends – solved the murder. This style of narration - made famous by Arthur Conan Doyle in his Sherlock Holmes Mysteries - was copied relentlessly in the first half of the 20th Century.

A brilliant fictional female detective had yet to be created. This huge gap in the market was eventually filled by Agatha Christie with the elderly spinster, Miss Jane Marple, a character whose crime-solving mind is sharper than her knitting needles. No wonder she was so popular.
I have just re-read Murder in the Vicarage and – when put into context against the output of Christie’s contemporaries – it was a breath of fresh air. No wonder she was so popular.
Christie’s plots are always a devilish brain-tease and this one is no exception. But to have a female character solving a crime that baffled the police was a radical and ground-breaking development.
Christie never commented on politics or involved herself in political campaigns and I’m sure she would have hated to be called a ‘feminist’. But the creation of Jane Marple was a subtle and brave contribution towards changing society’s attitude and lifting the ignorant prejudice against female sleuths and detectives.

News: Cover Reveal!

17/4/2020

DEATH AT THE FROST FAIR

I'm absolutely delighted with the new book cover for my latest short story, Death at The Frost Fair. (To be published on May 22nd).
My fabulous designer, Lisa Horton, has bought and used an image from Alamy, depicting the real fair in February 1814 and I think she's used it so well. Scroll down to see the original old drawing.
'Death at the Frost Fair' is available to pre-order and costs $2.99/£2.99.
Pre-Order it HERE.

Book Reviews: 'Thirteen' & 'Snap'

6/4/2020

Book Recommendations

I don't know if this will help in these troubled times, but I thought I'd recommend two contemporary crime fiction writers whose novels I've recently enjoyed. Steve Cavanagh and Belinda Bauer both reached the short-list of the 2019 CWA Crime Novel of the Year and last summer I watched them talk about their novels during the awards ceremony at the Harrogate Crime Conference.
Now I've read the books, I can confirm they were both worthy finalists in the UK's most prestigious crime competition.

THIRTEEN by Steve Cavanagh
THIRTEEN won the CWA award for the best novel of the year and although I don’t usually enjoy books where the murderer shares the narration with the sleuth, I have to confess this one is an exception.
Primarily a courtroom drama, it has an original premise in that an innocent man stands trial in the dock – while the murderer sits on the jury. Our hero is defence lawyer, Eddie Flynn, who slowly comes to realise that someone on the jury is manipulating the trial and has a hidden agenda. Even reading back those sentences sends a shiver down my spine.
Fast paced and written with wit and punchy dialogue, 'Thirteen' is a roller coaster of a story and utterly compelling reading.

SNAP by Belinda Bauer
SNAP is an intriguing book - and different. Unlike many police procedural novelists, Bauer has an amazing ability to create characters about whom the reader really cares.
Fourteen-year-old burglar, Jack, is full of rage, and makes questionable choices in his bid to provide for his two little sisters. But Bauer handles this uncomfortable subject matter with elegance and empathy.
As Jack’s quest to reveal the truth about his mother’s murderer intensifies, danger threatens the three children and the reader is left desperate to find out what happens to them.
It’s a wonderful plot with amazing twists and turns, tension and humour – and a thoroughly satisfying ending.

Research Article: 'The Body in the Well'

26/3/2020

'Dreadful Murder'

'For a week past, the water in the well of the Duke of York public-house at Brompton, Kent, had been affected with so nauseous a taste and smell that it became unfit for use. The servant, when drawing, found something hindered the bucket from filling…and thought that she perceived something like a body, and on moving the rope backwards and forwards to fill the bucket, she found pieces of skin and animal substance adhering to it when it was drawn up. Within the last few days, the smell at the mouth of the well had become so exceedingly offensive that no one would go near it.’

The Morning Chronicle, 23rd October 1818

The murder of the heavily pregnant Bridget Donallen and the callous disposal of her naked body caused a public outcry in 1818. The wife of William Donallen, a soldier in the 98th regiment, Bridget had been murdered and ignominiously dumped down a tavern well in Westcourt Road, Old Brompton. Her water-logged and rotting corpse wasn’t discovered until a month later.

Map showing Brompton, Kent

The newspapers of the time reported every grisly detail surrounding the difficulty experienced by a group of volunteers when they tried to retrieve her remains. The Morning Chronicle, in particular, was in its element:

‘On Saturday morning, some soldiers who were drinking at the Duke of York, offered, for a trifling reward, to go down the well and clear it of its impurity. A young man was accordingly lowered down, but before he arrived at the bottom, he was almost overpowered by the fetid effluvia, and called out to the men who were lowering him to stop. Having waited a few seconds and recovered himself, he proceeded. He, with infinite horror and dismay, discovered a naked human body floating on its back. To be certain, he took hold of the hair, when the body rolled over, and the hair and scalp became detached from the skull and remained in his hand. Terrified in the extreme, and almost reduced to insensibility at the horrid sight, he called to the men on the brink of the well to draw him up…’

The Morning Chronicle, 23rd October 1818

The article went on to describe how one of the other soldiers later braved this hellhole and brought up the decomposing body wrapped in a sheet. But this chap was so affected by the foul air, he fainted when he reached the top and nearly fell down the well himself.

Old Brompton, Kent

An inquest was held, and Bridget’s husband was deemed to be the main suspect for the murder. A warrant was issued for Donallen’s arrest but during the weeks that had elapsed, he’d left the army and disappeared. Bow Street Police Office was contacted. Principal Officer Stephen Lavender was employed to find the suspect and solve the case. Lavender finally tracked Donallen down in County Mayo, Ireland and brought him back to Kent to face trial. Donallen was hanged for the murder of his wife in August 1823.

Bow Street Magistrates Court

I first came across this gruesome case, while browsing through the yellowing and musty pages of an 1818 edition of the Morning Chronicle during a visit to The National Archives in Kew. I needed a strong stomach as well as the standard-issue white gloves for my research that day.

The Morning Chronicle wasn’t alone in this period in its use of sickening and repugnant detail. The Times, that highly respected and most illustrious of newspapers, also pandered to the public’s taste for blood and gore. Describing another of Lavender’s cases, a particularly nasty attack on an eighty-six-year-old man in Northamptonshire, The Times took great pleasure in telling its readership about the ‘large quantity of clotted blood that had settled in his [the victims’] mouth.’

The second thing I noted in the Morning Chronicle’s report about the Donallen murder was the reporter’s indifference to the danger posed to the staff and customers of The Duke of York by the contaminated water. But when we put this in historical context, it’s not surprising really. It would be several more decades before doctors and scientists linked the drinking of poisonous water to lethal outbreaks of cholera and typhoid fever.

In fact, if we are ever to really understand our Georgian ancestors, we also need to put their morbid and blood-thirsty curiosity into context. Like a lot of people, I formed a romantic impression of Regency Britain when I was a young woman. Thanks to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Jane Austen, Georgette Heyer and Thackery’s Vanity Fair I thought it was a delightful period in history. But tea parties in a Hampshire vicarage and balls in the assembly rooms of Bath, with giggling ladies in high-waisted, white dresses escorted by dashing soldiers in scarlet uniforms, were only one small part of their complex world.

This was still an era when whole families took picnics to watch public hangings. The brutal treatment of male and female prisoners – and their children – in our over-crowded jails and prison hulks barely elicited a shrug of concern (although prison reformers like Elizabeth Fry were starting to make their voices heard). Sometimes crowds of ten thousand people lined the streets and encircled the gallows to watch the suffering and terror of the condemned. They cheered when the dying criminals twitched and defecated themselves at the end of the rope. And with over two hundred and twenty crimes on the statute books which were punishable by the death penalty, there were plenty of hangings to watch.

Further evidence of the blood-lust of this generation can be found when we examine the most popular culture of the time. Yes, the novels of Jane Austen were popular, but the Regency publishing industry made a fortune from cheap novels full of spine-chilling gothic horror laced with a generous splattering of blood. This genre dominated the industry for more than sixty years after the novel format was first invented by Samuel Richardson. In addition to this, most London theatres were kept afloat by producing a string of gory melodramas.

But don’t just take my word for it. Go online, read some old newspapers and discover for yourself the true extent of our ancestors’ revolting fascination with decomposing bodies and oozing body fluids.

The Times has its own online archives and a small monthly fee paid to The British Newspaper Archive will give you online access to another 35 million pages of other British and Irish newspapers dating back to early 1800s. These websites can be accessed for free at most libraries.

You might be surprised at what you learn – just don’t eat before you browse.

News: 'Death at the Frost Fair' available to pre-order!

10/3/2020

DEath at The Frost Fair
Available to Pre-Order!

I'm delighted to announce that, Death at the Frost Fair, my latest Detective Lavender short story, will be published on 22nd May 2020 - and the story is already available to pre-order here!

There's no book cover yet, but here's the blurb:

CHILLED TO THE BONE
February 1814: London is gripped in the thrall of the worst winter in living memory. When the River Thames freezes over, thousands of people descend onto the ice to enjoy the Frost Fair, an exciting, frozen extravaganza.

But Detective Stephen Lavender and his loyal constable, Ned Woods, are distracted from this carnival of colour and noise by the perplexing case of a missing man. Their investigation takes on a sinister and more dangerous twist when a body is found on the rapidly thawing ice beneath the arches of Blackfriars Bridge.

Set against the thrilling backdrop of London’s last Frost Fair – which is also one of history’s darkest moments – this bone-chilling short story is a superb introduction to the Detective Lavender Mysteries and a bonus read for the half a million readers who already enjoy this series.

Pre-order Death at the Frost Fair here.