Back in 1935 in Sydney, Australia, a captured shark was put on display at the beach-side aquarium at a place called Coogee. This got a lot of attention because sharks are fascinating, and this one was a tiger shark, which is dangerous, aggressive, and rarely taken alive.
People queued to see the shark, and so it was that the shark, eight days later, before a crowd of women and children, suddenly vomited up a human arm.
Needless to say this caused some excitement.
It was assumed the arm belonged to some unlucky swimmer. Then the forensics people examined it. They declared that the arm had unquestionably been severed by a sharp implement such as a cleaver before the shark had swallowed it. This shark had just coughed up evidence of a murder.
Further evidence showed that the body, or at least this arm, had been eaten by a smaller shark. The smaller shark had almost immediately been eaten by the larger shark, and the larger shark had then been taken alive by a fisherman and put in the aquarium.
You've got to feel sorry for the murderer at this point. How unlucky can you get? I really feel quite strongly that the killer had done everything right to hide his crime and if there was any justice in this world he'd have got away with it.
Incredibly, despite having been in the digestive juices of two sharks, the arm still showed a clear tattoo of two boxers, and police were able to get fingerprints. (I leave to your imagination what fun it must be to collect fingerprints from an arm that's been inside two sharks.)
The arm belonged to one Jim Smith, a small-time crook who, funnily enough, hadn't been seen recently.
It turned out that Jim Smith in addition to being a crook was also a police informer, so he had no shortage of enemies. The police followed procedure and quickly fixed on two men: a Patrick Brady, another dodgy character with whom Smith was last seen alive, and a Reginald Holmes. Holmes owned a boat building business -- which must have been very convenient for feeding any unwanted evidence to sharks -- but moreover Holmes was strongly believed to use speedboats built by his company to smuggle drugs into the country from passing cargo ships. The victim Smith had once worked for Holmes, probably driving those drug-laden speedboats, but the two had since become enemies due to a failed insurance scam.
Police questioned Brady and Holmes but couldn't get quite enough evidence. Then Holmes drove one of his speedboats into the middle of Sydney Harbour, pulled out a gun and shot himself in the head.
Except he missed. Holmes fell out of the boat and would have drowned if his arm (ironically) hadn't been caught up in a rope. He climbed back on board, by which time the water police were chasing him because the pistol shot had attracted their attention. They got him after a four hour chase.
Back on land, Holmes now agreed to testify against Brady. Which might have gone well enough, except that on the morning of the inquest, Holmes's body was found slumped over in his car with three gunshot wounds.
Meanwhile, Brady's lawyer argued that without the body, Jim Smith might still be alive, though with an arm missing. This gets points for imagination if nothing else.
Without sufficient evidence, and with Holmes dead, Brady went free. If this were a novel then the detective would have formed a close emotional bond with the shark and the two of them would have solved the crime at the last moment, but sadly I must report that the murder remains technically unsolved to this day.
Gary speaks at Holroyd Library
If you happen to be in Sydney, Australia, I'll be speaking at Holroyd Library at 10.30am on Friday 7th June.
Here's the link to the event page: http://holroydlibrary0706.eventbrite.com/
If you're coming, please press the register button so they know how many to expect. There'll be a book club there for sure, and they'd love to see you too; I promise it's one of the happiest, most welcoming libraries in the land.
Thanks very much to Librarian Extraordinaire Charina for the invite. I spoke there last year and it was lots of fun, due almost entirely to the lively audience and their terrific comments. So if you can make it, I'd love to see you!
Here's the link to the event page: http://holroydlibrary0706.eventbrite.com/
If you're coming, please press the register button so they know how many to expect. There'll be a book club there for sure, and they'd love to see you too; I promise it's one of the happiest, most welcoming libraries in the land.
Thanks very much to Librarian Extraordinaire Charina for the invite. I spoke there last year and it was lots of fun, due almost entirely to the lively audience and their terrific comments. So if you can make it, I'd love to see you!
Working titles
I guess this might interest a few of the writer-types among us. When you sell a book, the title on the front of your ms isn't necessarily the title that will appear when it pops out as a real printed book. That's why they call them working titles.
The original working title for The Pericles Commission was The Ephialtes Affair. At the time, you see, I was thinking in terms of an Agatha Christie title scheme. The Mysterious Affair At Styles... The Ephialtes Affair.
Then I sold the book. Or rather, my brilliant agent sold the book.
After the editors had finished recoiling in horror, it was clear the title would have to change. To start with, Ephialtes is an incredibly awkward name for a title. Secondly, affair has another meaning. Was this book about a love affair with a Greek shipping magnate?
This is the point where an author needs to be more in love with the idea of a successful book, than in love with his own words. Luckily for me, I'm entirely devoid of sentimentality. The only problem was to come up with a new naming scheme.
It was me who came up with The Pericles Commission, but it could have been any one of the five of us who were thinking about a new title. Consensus came when we realized this wasn't a Christie-like series; it was more like Robert Ludlum. So I moved from an Agatha Christie naming scheme to a Robert Ludlum naming scheme.
Having learned the lesson with book 1, you'd think I'd get the title for book 2 right, wouldn't you? I did, sort of. The working title was The Magnesia Sanction.
All was well until the editor pointed out that in America, the only use of the word magnesia was in milk of magnesia, which is used to treat bowel complaints. Perhaps that was an association we would wish to avoid.
The Magnesia Sanction became The Ionia Sanction. The city of Magnesia was in the province of Ionia, so it was an easy fix. If anything it sounds better.
Which brings us to Sacred Games. It's the first time my working title has survived!
The original working title for The Pericles Commission was The Ephialtes Affair. At the time, you see, I was thinking in terms of an Agatha Christie title scheme. The Mysterious Affair At Styles... The Ephialtes Affair.
Then I sold the book. Or rather, my brilliant agent sold the book.
After the editors had finished recoiling in horror, it was clear the title would have to change. To start with, Ephialtes is an incredibly awkward name for a title. Secondly, affair has another meaning. Was this book about a love affair with a Greek shipping magnate?
This is the point where an author needs to be more in love with the idea of a successful book, than in love with his own words. Luckily for me, I'm entirely devoid of sentimentality. The only problem was to come up with a new naming scheme.
It was me who came up with The Pericles Commission, but it could have been any one of the five of us who were thinking about a new title. Consensus came when we realized this wasn't a Christie-like series; it was more like Robert Ludlum. So I moved from an Agatha Christie naming scheme to a Robert Ludlum naming scheme.
Having learned the lesson with book 1, you'd think I'd get the title for book 2 right, wouldn't you? I did, sort of. The working title was The Magnesia Sanction.
All was well until the editor pointed out that in America, the only use of the word magnesia was in milk of magnesia, which is used to treat bowel complaints. Perhaps that was an association we would wish to avoid.
The Magnesia Sanction became The Ionia Sanction. The city of Magnesia was in the province of Ionia, so it was an easy fix. If anything it sounds better.
Which brings us to Sacred Games. It's the first time my working title has survived!
Reading Order
I had an email from a wonderful reader named Sandra, who very sensibly asked what's the right order to read the books of the series?
That was when I realized that silly Gary has never written it down, so here for the record is the book sequence:
The next book in line has working title The Marathon Conspiracy. Working titles don't always stick, so stay tuned on that.
Each book is written to stand on its own, so technically it doesn't really matter in what order you pick them up. I know for sure some readers have come to the series starting with book 2 or 3, and then gone to Pericles Commission.
Of course if a character appears in a later book, then you know they survived any earlier books! Beyond that unavoidable information, I'm careful to omit spoilers on who did it from earlier adventures.
That was when I realized that silly Gary has never written it down, so here for the record is the book sequence:
The Pericles Commission
The Ionia Sanction
Sacred Games
The next book in line has working title The Marathon Conspiracy. Working titles don't always stick, so stay tuned on that.
Each book is written to stand on its own, so technically it doesn't really matter in what order you pick them up. I know for sure some readers have come to the series starting with book 2 or 3, and then gone to Pericles Commission.
Of course if a character appears in a later book, then you know they survived any earlier books! Beyond that unavoidable information, I'm careful to omit spoilers on who did it from earlier adventures.
Sacred Games: Gary has books!
A box of these arrived the other day:
Which means we're all printed and ready to go! Official release date is May 21.
Meanwhile, the fourth book is with my brilliant editor, and I'm 20,000 words into the fifth.
A Cherry History
Cherries have been around since forever. Cherry stones regularly appear at neolithic sites across Europe and the Middle East. Back in those days of course they were all wild cherries.
The earliest mention of cultivating cherries comes from classical Greece. It's in a book called Enquiry Into Plants by a chap named Theophrastus. Theophrastus was a student of Aristotle (who was in turn taught by Plato, whose teacher was Socrates, who was taught by Diotima.) This puts him about a hundred years after the time of Nico and Diotima.
It's clear from his text that cherry orchards have been around for some time. The dating on the first cherry orchard can be bookended because cherries don't get a mention in Hesiod's book Works and Days. Hesiod is more or less the same date as Homer, and Works and Days is like the archaic Greek version of The Dummy's Guide to Farming. Cultivated cherries probably are a late archaic or a classical creation.
The earliest mention of cultivating cherries comes from classical Greece. It's in a book called Enquiry Into Plants by a chap named Theophrastus. Theophrastus was a student of Aristotle (who was in turn taught by Plato, whose teacher was Socrates, who was taught by Diotima.) This puts him about a hundred years after the time of Nico and Diotima.
It's clear from his text that cherry orchards have been around for some time. The dating on the first cherry orchard can be bookended because cherries don't get a mention in Hesiod's book Works and Days. Hesiod is more or less the same date as Homer, and Works and Days is like the archaic Greek version of The Dummy's Guide to Farming. Cultivated cherries probably are a late archaic or a classical creation.
Sabazios
Sabazios sounds like a name that should belong to a composer of classical music, but he is in fact an ancient Phrygian god. The cult of Sabazios made it into Athens some time in the mid-400s BC. Which we know for sure because by the end of the 400s Aristophanes had written a play (now lost) in which Sabazios is ejected from the city.
The odd thing is that although the Athenians were extremely tolerant of other religions, they disliked this particular cult. The orator Demosthenes once attacked a political enemy by claiming he partook in rites to Sabazios. The clear implication was that anyone who worshiped Sabazios was a disreputable crackpot.
Demosthenes also says the rites involved frenzied dancing while holding snakes and chanting, "Euoi saboi! Euoi saboi!"
The -zios part of Sabazios is cognate with the Greek Zeus and the Latin Deus. Despite which, the Greeks associated Sabazios with Dionysos. Herodotus refers to the Phrygians worshipping Dionysos in contexts where he clearly means Sabazios.
The most viable explanation is that in Phrygia, Sabazios was a god of the harvest and of barley in particular, thus probably with beer making. Aristophanes in one of his comedies refers to "the sleep of Sabazios" to mean guardsmen who've drifted off after drinking. While in Athens, Dionysos was the god of the harvest and of wine.
There are problems with this though. Archaic images of what's believed to be Sabazios show him on horseback and carrying a staff, which isn't particularly agricultural. Even well into Roman times, the rites of Sabazios continued to involve orgiastic dancing while holding live snakes. While this sounds like fun, the snakes are not even remotely agricultural.
Finally, every shrine to Sabazios had its own Hand. The Hand was always a sculpture, shown upright, in a pose of benediction that might look familiar to modern church goers. Here are some hands of Sabazios:
These are from the British Museum, Harvard, and the Walters Museum. The Hand of Sabazios usually holds something, an acorn or a snake or sometimes even a small figure.
The odd thing is that although the Athenians were extremely tolerant of other religions, they disliked this particular cult. The orator Demosthenes once attacked a political enemy by claiming he partook in rites to Sabazios. The clear implication was that anyone who worshiped Sabazios was a disreputable crackpot.
Demosthenes also says the rites involved frenzied dancing while holding snakes and chanting, "Euoi saboi! Euoi saboi!"
The -zios part of Sabazios is cognate with the Greek Zeus and the Latin Deus. Despite which, the Greeks associated Sabazios with Dionysos. Herodotus refers to the Phrygians worshipping Dionysos in contexts where he clearly means Sabazios.
The most viable explanation is that in Phrygia, Sabazios was a god of the harvest and of barley in particular, thus probably with beer making. Aristophanes in one of his comedies refers to "the sleep of Sabazios" to mean guardsmen who've drifted off after drinking. While in Athens, Dionysos was the god of the harvest and of wine.
There are problems with this though. Archaic images of what's believed to be Sabazios show him on horseback and carrying a staff, which isn't particularly agricultural. Even well into Roman times, the rites of Sabazios continued to involve orgiastic dancing while holding live snakes. While this sounds like fun, the snakes are not even remotely agricultural.
Finally, every shrine to Sabazios had its own Hand. The Hand was always a sculpture, shown upright, in a pose of benediction that might look familiar to modern church goers. Here are some hands of Sabazios:
These are from the British Museum, Harvard, and the Walters Museum. The Hand of Sabazios usually holds something, an acorn or a snake or sometimes even a small figure.
The teenager's guide to WW1
My teenage daughter's current assignment in her history class is to write a war correspondent report from the trenches of Gallipoli during WW1. While I wouldn't normally stick into this blog anything that was both family and school, I can't resist her first draft; I herewith give you a teenager's take on WW1:
HEY STEFFO!!!
We’re here in this stupid &#^#%@ bay and all about to die L except everyone’s trying to be all honourable and we’re just like meh.
The Turks aren’t very good at aiming coz we’re all still alive.
I miss my teddy bear, and my nice warm bed. Trenches are like SO unfashionable.
Day to day fighting includes the same routine as everywhere else: Aim, fire, shoot, duck. Repeat.
If this telegram is sent you in error please do NOT (repeat NOT) serve it with broccoli. It should instead be lightly stewed for best results add sugar. Thankyou.
Love from
Falshywalshy Official War Idiot Correspondent who volunteered for this (that was dumb o.o)
PS. Someone just died next to me. I suspect oxygen suffocation from laughter.
Your story begins on page 100: a cool critique letter by Robert Heinlein
This might interest the writers among us. The Mote in God's Eye is a very famous SF novel written by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle back in 1973. They sent the manuscript to Robert Heinlein to check over. Heinlein's regarded by many as the greatest SF author ever, and at that time he was at the height of his powers.
Heinlein was so fascinated by The Mote in God's Eye that he spent five days reading and critiquing the ms, then he sent back a 17 page letter that clinically pointed out Niven and Pournelle's copious errors.
Quite by accident I discovered Heinlein's critique is online at The Virginia Edition. Virginia was the name of Heinlein's wife and this appears to be a site publishing Heinlein's complete works. In any case the link goes to a PDF sampler that includes the critique. Open the PDF, scroll down to page 15 and start reading.
What struck me is that Heinlein's critique reads much like the best sort of responses that you find within critic groups these days. The difference being that this one's written by one of last century's most successful authors.
There are phrases in there that will resonate with most authors, and will definitely resonate with my literary agent. Phrases such as, "Your story begins on page 100." Heinlein lays into Niven and Pournelle for their poor English (two ultra-respected authors, mind you!). He was a former naval officer and he dissects their naval etiquette in detail. But mostly it's the way he thinks in terms of what makes a book work that I find instructive. Plus these words of sage advice: "Cut, cut, cut."
I'd suggest reading the book first. It's long but will reward you. Then read the critique. You can actually see where Heinlein's advice changed the novel.
The book went on to become a bestseller.
Heinlein was so fascinated by The Mote in God's Eye that he spent five days reading and critiquing the ms, then he sent back a 17 page letter that clinically pointed out Niven and Pournelle's copious errors.
Quite by accident I discovered Heinlein's critique is online at The Virginia Edition. Virginia was the name of Heinlein's wife and this appears to be a site publishing Heinlein's complete works. In any case the link goes to a PDF sampler that includes the critique. Open the PDF, scroll down to page 15 and start reading.
What struck me is that Heinlein's critique reads much like the best sort of responses that you find within critic groups these days. The difference being that this one's written by one of last century's most successful authors.
There are phrases in there that will resonate with most authors, and will definitely resonate with my literary agent. Phrases such as, "Your story begins on page 100." Heinlein lays into Niven and Pournelle for their poor English (two ultra-respected authors, mind you!). He was a former naval officer and he dissects their naval etiquette in detail. But mostly it's the way he thinks in terms of what makes a book work that I find instructive. Plus these words of sage advice: "Cut, cut, cut."
I'd suggest reading the book first. It's long but will reward you. Then read the critique. You can actually see where Heinlein's advice changed the novel.
The book went on to become a bestseller.
Bunnies, eggs and Easter
It seems to have become a tradition that every year at this chocolatey time I talk about what Easter bunnies and Easter eggs have to do with the death and resurrection of Jesus.
The answer is, nothing at all! The word Easter comes from a Germanic pagan fertility Goddess called Eostre, if you speak Old English, or Ostara, if you speak Old High German. It just so happens that the month we call April, the people who spoke Old English called Eostre's Month.
The first mention in history of the original Easter festival comes from no less than the Venerable Bede, a brilliant monk who lived in England in the 600s AD. Bede was a major player in the hot subject of his day: how to calculate when the death and rebirth of Jesus should be celebrated. He wrote a book about it called De Ratione Temporum which means On Calculating Time.
Bede's calculation landed the Christian event in Eostre's Month (April!). Bede commented in the same book, in an almost offhand way, that Eostre's Month traditionally saw the locals hold festivals in honour of the pagan goddess Eostre.
Bunnies are particularly good at doing the fertility thing, and eggs have the obvious meaning. Bunnies and eggs therefore are the symbols of the German fertility goddess. This all got mixed up with the Christian event and since no one in their right minds turns down chocolate, I don't think they'll be separating any time soon.
I went looking for a decent translation of Bede's original comment and the best I could find was from tertullian.org, who in turn got it from a translation by Faith Wallis, Liverpool University Press 1988, pp.53-54.
Happy Eostre / Ostara / Easter !
The answer is, nothing at all! The word Easter comes from a Germanic pagan fertility Goddess called Eostre, if you speak Old English, or Ostara, if you speak Old High German. It just so happens that the month we call April, the people who spoke Old English called Eostre's Month.
The first mention in history of the original Easter festival comes from no less than the Venerable Bede, a brilliant monk who lived in England in the 600s AD. Bede was a major player in the hot subject of his day: how to calculate when the death and rebirth of Jesus should be celebrated. He wrote a book about it called De Ratione Temporum which means On Calculating Time.
Bede's calculation landed the Christian event in Eostre's Month (April!). Bede commented in the same book, in an almost offhand way, that Eostre's Month traditionally saw the locals hold festivals in honour of the pagan goddess Eostre.
Bunnies are particularly good at doing the fertility thing, and eggs have the obvious meaning. Bunnies and eggs therefore are the symbols of the German fertility goddess. This all got mixed up with the Christian event and since no one in their right minds turns down chocolate, I don't think they'll be separating any time soon.
I went looking for a decent translation of Bede's original comment and the best I could find was from tertullian.org, who in turn got it from a translation by Faith Wallis, Liverpool University Press 1988, pp.53-54.
Eosturmonath has a name which is now translated "Paschal month", and which was once called after a goddess of theirs named Eostre, in whose honour feasts were celebrated in that month. Now they designate that Paschal season by her name, calling the joys of the new rite by the time-honoured name of the old observance.
Happy Eostre / Ostara / Easter !
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