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Family Secrets

At the end of this randomly chosen event, my imagination ran away with me for a bit. I couldn’t help but think that maybe someone in the audience had been there to gather ideas for how to kill… In which case there would have been much inspiration. Or, I suppose, someone could write a crime novel about this possibility. Feel free to use.

Caroline Mitchell, Ruth Ware, Mel McGrath and Alexandra Sokoloff

Women are far scarier than men, and Alexandra Sokoloff, standing in for Lin Anderson, promised some killing of men the following day. So I’m guessing Saturday’s Family Secrets panel was a little milder.

Caroline Mitchell, Ruth Ware and Mel McGrath have a lot of pseudonyms between them. Alexandra was barely able to list them all.  And of course we wouldn’t rather have gone to the football! A group of muddy male crime writers is nothing compared with murderous females.

So, domestic noir. Caroline’s new novel features a woman who discovers her biological parents are infamous mass murderers, and she is asked to come and meet her real mother, in exchange for some information on the victims’ whereabouts. Caroline really likes ‘evil mothers; bad female antagonists.’

Ruth Ware

Compared to that, Ruth’s heroine who is offered an inheritance that isn’t actually hers, but a mistake, sounds more like a picnic. Except I gather there are interesting undercurrents in the family of the dead woman who wanted to give her money away, in a Gothic sort of way.

And Mel had been inspired by a friend’s experience of discovering her adopted son holding a knife to her biological child. It’s about children’s secrets, and nature versus nurture. Can you prevent serial killers from becoming killers? Because ‘kids are just people.’

According to Mel what you do or say within the family, means you are making choices every day. Caroline calls herself a ‘very nosy person.’ Mel used to have criminals as neighbours and she and her writer husband used to vie for listening to them through the shared wall, hoping to learn something to write about.

Caroline Mitchell

Asked about their research Caroline makes use of her nine years in the police. It’s a good background and she’s been ‘really lucky.’ The worst time for domestic crimes is around dinner; especially Christmas dinner. She sees her writing as therapy, having burned out during her time with the police. Crime writers are the nicest.

Mel McGrath

Mel finds it easy to ask people what she needs to know, as most professions want to be properly represented in books, so are happy to talk. She finds that the right amount of really nice cocktails helps, and one of her new friends can pick a psychopath in a crowd.

Faced with the cocktail idea, Ruth said she can’t be ‘bothered to research’ as she has small children. She reads and uses the internet as her ‘easy option.’ And she admits she always had safe jobs.

Not so Mel, who as a journalist learned that some things you don’t report, if the upside of your silence means you stay alive.

Ruth Ware, Caroline Mitchell and Mel McGrath

And right now I’m a little hazy on which of these lovely ladies had a ‘grandfather who was a petty gangster in the East End.’ Doesn’t matter. They are all ‘killer women’ and on Saturday they convinced a man who was only accompanying his wife, to buy some crime novels and start a new life in crime.

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Another Bloody Saturday

After a caffeine disturbed night’s sleep I walked down to my first Bloody Scotland event on Saturday morning. Got my left pavement mixed up with my right, but a witch can always cross the street twice. And this time we were invited to enter the Allan Park Church through what was last year’s wrong door.

Christoffer Carlsson, Johana Gustawsson and Will Dean

It was a ‘Swedish’ event, with one real Swede – Christoffer Carlsson – and two fakes, but equally lovely – Johana Gustawsson and Will Dean. And, because someone had tagged me on Facebook, I’d looked up the other tag-ees, and decided that the one I vaguely recognised should be looked out for. I didn’t have to look long, as it turned out that Jacky Collins was chairing the Swedish event.

Jacky Collins and Michael Malone

Please don’t consider this a spoiler, but it was the best event of the day, and I’ll tell you more later. It over-ran, and when we finally emerged into the famous Scottish sunshine, I made arrangements to meet up with Christoffer at the end of the day; then went over to sit on my usual sunny park bench, to devour my lunch.

Met another crime fan who sat down and chatted to me, with each of us trying to outdo the other about who we knew and what we read and so on. Well, the Resident IT Consultant did tell me to make new friends… 😊

Frank Gardner

Popped into the signing area of the Albert Halls to take a photo of Frank Gardner. It was absolute mayhem in there, which I deduced meant he’d had a good event and a big audience.

Caroline Mitchell, Ruth Ware, Mel McGrath and Alexandra Sokoloff

Escaped to run – figuratively speaking – to the Golden Lion hotel where I enquired about tickets for the afternoon events. I went for Family Secrets with Ruth Ware, Mel McGrath and Caroline Mitchell, chaired by Alexandra Sokoloff. This was followed by the Kiwis, which like the Swedes consisted of real ones and fakes; Paul Cleave, Fiona Sussman, Denise Mina and Liam McIlvanney – winner of the previous night’s McIlvanney Prize – and chair Craig Sisterson.

Paul Cleave, Denise Mina, Liam McIlvanney, Fiona Sussman and Craig Sisterson

Liam McIlvanney, The Quaker

Unsurprisingly the event over-ran, but as Christoffer turned out to have been there too, I wasn’t as late meeting him as I’d been afraid. Where to conduct an interview, though? The foyer was heaving, as was the bar, so eventually we traipsed up to the Green room, where we commandeered a corner of a table, and Christoffer managed to grab the last coffee cup.

Christoffer Carlsson, Johana Gustawsson and Will Dean

We began our chat with Christoffer talking very loudly into my recording device, to drown out everyone else in there, and when they’d all disappeared we suddenly sounded rather loud, not to mention foreign. I found out what his Friday visit to the Resident IT Consultant’s old school had been like, and that would have been good to have seen.

It was time for me to go home to my dinner, and Christoffer headed uphill to the old High School for some work (and everyone else going to have fun on a Saturday night), saying what a great place Stirling would be for spies…