Archive | July 2012

Getting a publisher

I promised myself that if I didn’t get an agent willing to represent me at the Winchester Writers’ Conference I would self-publish. I didn’t get an agent interested but an editor from one of the major publishing houses asked to see the whole of my book.

I sent it off in high hopes that this would be the breakthrough I was hoping for, but she thought there were some problems with the plot and made a few suggestions about which areas she thought would benefit from some rewriting. She ended by saying she wouldn’t take my book for now but she thought I had great potential. So I’m starting again reviewing the plot, the characters and the amount of legal jargon. I’ve begun by rereading the trial passages in Scott Turow’sPresumed Innocent‘ and examining the extent to which he uses technical information about the trial process in his writing. Actually it’s quite a lot and he does explain the legal terms his characters use in some detail, telling and not showing. It is my experience that most people are interested in the legal process and want to know how it works.  I’d really like to know if that applies to readers as well as the people I meet.

Then I have done an analysis of my plot to see where I can improve the tension. There are three different plots that intertwine and I think I need to work on how they work together and when I need to keep them apart.

I think this is going to keep me occupied for quite a while and I suspect this blog will get  neglected in the process.

On another note we are off to France for a month so while I can write, access to the Internet is rather limited so a bientot.

The Pavillion Kensington Gardens

Every year a world class architect is invited to design and build a pavilion by The Sepentine Gallery for Londoners and visitors to enjoy, whether they simply sit and watch the world go by, have a coffee or a snack. This years pavilion is built of cork, a quiet dark cave, under a roof of water. There is a programme of events in the pavilion over the summer. If you live in London or plan to visit this would be a great place to find a few moments of tranquility.

The Google Arts Project allows you to visit the previous pavilions on line. My favourite is the Red Pavilion. Have a look and tell me which one you like best.

Defending the Guilty

How can you defend someone you think is guilty? It’s a question all barristers have been asked, and asked frequently. The real answer is that the barrister is neither judge nor jury, but, sometimes it’s easier to give an example.

‘I’ll tell you about a case of arson, that’s setting fire deliberately to property. I was defending a fifteen year old, let’s call him Colin Smith,  who was said to have set fire to a community hall attached to the school he attended. The case was due to be heard in the Juvenile Court in Seymour Street in central London. It’s a grubby building, could be any set of offices, but it smells of sweaty trainers. In the mornings the waiting area is crowded with kids, most of them wearing track suits and a dearth of parents. The ‘Women’s Voluntary Service do their best to provide teas and coffees and squash, no Coca Cola, for obvious reasons. My case was listed for the afternoon, when it’s much calmer. I arrived at court towing my bag with all my papers about half an hour before the justices were to hear my case. My client was sitting with his parents on one of the long benches in the hall. He was wearing his school uniform, looking throughly miserable, as well he might. His parents staring around them at the unfamiliar, worry etched across their faces, dressed as if going to a parents evening.

The fire had been serious although no one was injured, just a lot of smoke damage. There wasn’t much evidence against him, but what there was compelling. His fingerprints had been found in a part of the building he would not have had any access too, but when the police had interviewed him, he had denied going into the premises. The prosecution case was that he had lied about going into the hall because he had started the fire.  I knew from my instructing solicitor  he refused to plead guilty to the offence. Both he and the boys parents had done their best to persuade him, but he claimed he was not responsible for the fire. I too tried to persuade him to change his plea to guilty, going over the evidence against him for what must have been the fourth or fifth time, but he continued refuse to accept any responsibility for the fire. As I went into court, I was a rather downhearted, anticipating a trial in which there was little I could do to prevent him being convicted and no doubt after reports prepared by the probation service, going to a young offenders institute.

One of the differences between trials in the Crown Court and in the Magistrates is that the defence don’t get to see the statements of the witnesses the Crown intend to call, so I had no idea what the expert from the fire service would say. He was dressed like a school teacher in a corduroy jacket and grey slacks. He gave his evidence in a quiet voice, I had to listen carefully to what he was saying, but what he did say caught me unawares. He described the hall with a bar and rows of bottles of alcoholic spirits on the shelves and on the optics, then said he had found an ashtray which appeared to him to have been the seat of the fire. None of the bottle of spirits which could have been used to start the fire were broken or moved. A can of cigarette lighter fluid was still full. In his view there w as nothing to indicate that any accelerant examinationI knew I needed to be very careful. I wanted to get him to say the fire was an accident, the result of someone leaving a cigarette stub still burning in that ashtray. I got him to repeat the evidence about the lack of accelerant and then tentatively said, ‘Could the fire have resulted from a carelessly abandoned cigarette?’

Middle Temple Lane looking towards Victoria Em...

Middle Temple Lane looking towards Victoria Embankment (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

‘Yes. Yes, it could. I can’t rule it out,’ he replied. I sat down quickly. I had done enough. Careless isn’t enough for the offence, it must be deliberate or with the realisation that a fire might result. Colin Smith was acquitted, and I was relieved he had ignored my advice.

My protagonist of my novel Crucial Evidence is a barrister, Cassie Hardman, who has chambers in Inner Temple London. Chambers are the name barristers give to both the place they work and the group of barristers who share that accommodation and staff. Most sets of Chambers are in the four Inns of Court, including Middle and Inner Temple. The Temple Church was an important location in The Da Vinci Code.

Cathi Unsworth: women and noir | Books | The Guardian

Cathi Unsworth: women and noir | Books | The Guardian.

Cathi Unsworth writes about her novels which are described as noir. Unlike many crime novels she does not write series. In this article in The Guardian she writes about the difficulty of getting published and says her first manuscript was rejected by many editors who wanted her to turn it into a series. In the end she did get a publisher who told her she might have done better if she had used a man’s name as a pseudonym. Really that’s too much. She also says that to get published you must write what the agents say, ‘fit into the Christie corset’ are her words, and accept the compromise or do your own thing and take a chance with e-books. It seems to me she is saying what I said in my last post about making your novel fit an agent’s view of what you should write or you write what you want and self-publish. To use an overworked phrase, publish and be damned.