Starting today, I’m going to be devoting Fridays to fellow bloggers I discover on these here internetz. You may not believe it, but sometimes other people have already said it better than me – yup. I know.
So, strap yourselves in, you writerly, readerly bastards, for here’s the first instalment of my #Meanwhile series…
I won’t lie – I’m a bit nervous. Don’t mistake that for cold feet – I’m not having doubts, that’s a different thing altogether. I’m just nervous.
It’s a strange thing to be nervous about, though, considering the occasion. We’re surrounding ourselves with our loved ones, friends and family who have seen us evolve over 30 years and know us better than perhaps we know ourselves.
Then we’re taking those 130 people and putting them in a fabulous medieval barn in Dorset, where they’ll see us married, before being fed food and copious amounts of booze – and asked nothing of, but to dance like pillocks for six hours.
Writing a whodunit is tough to get right. It needs plenty of characters, many of whom with motive to murder; it needs duplicitous clues, which might lead an investigation in separate directions; it needs red-herrings and plot twists; and it needs to drip-feed information to the reader to keep them guessing.
I don’t read many mysteries of this ilk – Raymond Chandler and Mickey Spillane novels being the exceptional exceptions – so when the meagre book exchanges of south-east Asia produced A Suitable Vengeance I was naturally excited.
Romance. That’s what I’d hoped for from Melaka, and under different circumstances, it may well have delivered.
South of Kuala Lumpur and sat on the coast, Melaka was once a prosperous trading town with a long history of colonial influence. Now, it’s a quaint little place that’s clearly pushing its tourism potential, with tonnes of museums, tours and guesthouses springing up. You can ascertain the sentiment of the place by its garish tuk-tuks. Continue reading Knackered in Melaka→