move over, Jilly, there’s a Lynn in town! (a book review)

BlackthorneBlackthorne by Lynn Cooper
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I don’t tend to do genre fiction, except that, in an interview last year – being an author myself – when asked which my favourite genre was, I didn’t reply as you might expect; in fact, my more natural response ran this way: “It isn’t necessarily a question of genre, for me, but whether or not the book is well written; that’s what a good book is: it’s well written.”

Now, it’s all well and good me spouting such platitudes as long as I’m ready to put my money where my mouth is. If I’m prepared to give the odd genre the time of day, that is, though in this case particularly one that, for me, really has to have something else going for it other than the obvious – the word begins with ‘s’.

That’s where Lynn Cooper came in.

I once decided to follow this romance/erotic author on amazon simply because of her backlog of work – she has to be doing something right; so many books. The book covers have always appealed to me, too, whenever I’ve caught them flowing through twitter streams, especially her ‘curvaceous’ series.

Why?

Because they look like they could actually be quite funny. A little tongue-in-cheek at times, perhaps, which I’m very much a fan of.

As far as book covers are concerned, however, I plumped for Blackthorne, a more conventional looking number in the genre – suited and booted, model-type he-man, sending model-type chick into raptures; stubble tickling neck and all. Hot, I think the term is.

But I still entered this book with an open mind. And to my open-minded surprise, I truly enjoyed it.

Why?

Because Lynn Cooper is a master in her genre. You might say she has it nailed. Thanks, Lynn Cooper for reinforcing my reading philosophy.

The book is very well written, in every aspect, like its structure – it never jars – and I have to applaud her for it.

It’s based around four ‘angsty’ characters – all alpha and infallible-free – and narrated from the points of view of two, via alternate chapters, but I won’t say any more than that – if ever you’ve read any of my other reviews, you’ll know I give nothing away. All four characters are very real, striking in their own right; I was able to visualise them – and yes, I have to say, I did find myself becoming rather attracted to Paisley, a sort of young Sarah Michelle Gellar type if ever there were.

Yes, there’s a movie, down the line, I’m sure of it.

I’ll not say much more than to add that I truly appreciate Lynn Cooper’s sense of humour. There’s something very British about it for me, particular in her characters’ exclamatory lines, my favourite being: “Well shit fire and save matches!”

Bravo, Lynn Cooper, and keep up the good work.

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author gets another all-clear – and this time it’s even clearer!

I had an epiphany last week, whereby the next addition to my literary series The Rowlings Years materialised before my eyes seemingly out of nowhere. Not in some finished, concrete form, of course, but in its outer structure; rather like that of a building; a house, me, as author, its designer – said project, by the way, if you’ve since forgotten, being that of three consecutive sequels in novella form; a mini trilogy within the trilogy, you might say.

Well, my journey from last week to this has been equally fascinating – as someone who recently replied to my last post states: “Inspiration comes when and where it wants!” Fascinating this time around in that not only have I already created the book covers for all three books – which you’re not going to see just yet – but, in creating them, they, in turn, have inspired me further; the result so being that I now feel all three books will act as the perfect stepping stones for subsequent books, further down the line.

Phillip Rowlings has a long way to go yet.

I’ve wanted to keep you updated as I feel you’ve been with me from the project’s inception – or in other words, because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut for a mere week, whereby this blog post, or indeed last week’s, would have been unnecessary, but then where would be the fun be in that?

“Inspiration comes when and where it wants!”

Indeed it does.

And you have to admit that my having invited you in at the outset entails you coming along with me, upon this author’s journey, from start to finish – how great is that!

As for concrete details, regarding this week and last, this is how matters now find themselves:

Firstly, creating the book covers inspired changes in the titles, or minor tweaks. And they are as follows:

The All-clear; an anti-romance novella

The Battleaxe of Hastings; an anti-hist fic novella

Broken Strings; an anti-chick lit novella (some of you may even be relieved to see this one; and that last week’s title has since taken a nosedive off Hastings Pier).

Each title is a play on words in some form or other, if never for the sake of it and is very relevant as always.

As with the previous books in the series also, music acts as some form of catalyst, with regard to plot. And as tempted as I am to name each piece of music to do ‘its thing’ in its respective novella, well, I’ll resist for the time being. But yes, again, you can expect music.

I’m not about to say much else, for the while, save that my aforementioned fascination, with regard to the creative process thus far, derives, as mentioned above, from what inspires me. Or rather how one aspect of creativity may help to create another. I can honestly state that in this last week, book covers have inspired changes and tweaks in book titles, and vice versa; songs have been introduced, and others axed, based on said titles and so on… and so it goes.

What inspires a book?

For me? Anything and everything.

See you again very soon.

Chris,

You literary, theatrical, friend

author gets the all-clear! pity he can’t say the same for Phillip Rowlings…

For any fans of my literary invention, The Rowlings Years I know you’re out there; you may not be great in number, but then nor should you be. Blessèd be the few, and all that!

Anyhow, the good news is that I, your author, have had an epiphany, concerning said series, which happened right here, where I’m sitting, just this morning – and it didn’t hurt a bit. Of course, I can’t speak for Phillip Rowlings. In fact, I do think it’s about time I put him back through his paces, in the old interview room – it must be three years since I last did so, around the time of his first outing in Wood, Talc and Mr. J: We never had it so good… And as you should know, things have moved on quite a bit since then; indeed, a whole decade and a half, with Phillip maybe non-the-wiser – re-the meaning of life and such, that is, which does tend to bog him down at times…

Hey, and here’s another idea: why don’t I get you, dear reader(s), to put him through his paces? I’m sure you’d come up with far more pertinent questions that I could at present.

Do take time to think about it.

And so to the epiphany, whether good news or bad.

Around the time of writing my debut novel, and falling head over heels for a large portion of its characters – not forgetting how it conjured up memories of my own from those heady days – I would often contemplate a prequel; that’s to say, a book in which we might meet all those characters once more, in a younger form. A prepubescent Phillip and Jed, can you imagine? Fumbling their way along amid whirlpools of filched cigarettes and Tamla Motown…

Well, this idea comprises at least part of this morning’s epiphany, in that I’m most definitely going along with the project. I’m far from sure about the details, like narrative voice and co – though I have given thought to Jed being narrator – but I can promise it will be very different from Wood, Talc and Mr. J: We never had it so good… I love a challenge and will never write the same book twice…

As for the other part, the part to complete the epiphany, I’d just like to inform you that my offerings with regard to sequels, sequels to Nancy Boy; for one year only, book 2 in the series, they’ll arrive via the form of three novellas:

Book 3 will be called The All-clearalong with some half-witty tag or other, no doubt; I’m never one for making things easy on myself. Ironic, going by that title, don’t you think?

Book 4: The Battle of Hastingsthis story, according to Phillip, being the more important version.

And book 5: The Advent of Slags on Fire – a title for which I genuinely and humbly apologise. And will endeavour to make up for it via the content.

Regarding times of publication, book 3 shouldn’t be long now… 

So, there you have it. And I do hope, for you happy – discerning – few, that this is good news. For I once again look forward to, and relish in, being you literary servant. Therefore, look out for future posts in which I’ll both go into more detail and keep you updated regarding progress made.

Thanks for reading.

Chris,

 

Your literary, theatrical friend