Good morning to you all, unless it’s evening in which case good evening to you all, unless it’s night-time in which case a good night to you all.
No, wait, I didn’t mean good night as in goodnight, good night. Put that Horlicks away and take those pyjamas off right now!
Ewww, no, on second thoughts, put those pyjamas back on again, tooty sweety. No-one needs to see that no matter what time of day it may be where you are. Although you can take them off ag…. no! Best not… *whispers* call me!
Okay, let’s start this again shall we?
Hellooooooo and welcome to The Beardy Book Blogger. If this is your first time here I welcome you with a warm beard and an even warmer heart. Please feel free to look around and see stuff; mi blog es su blog 😃 If you have been here before then I am very grateful that you have returned. I wasn’t too sure that you would, if I’m honest. Haha, one can never be too sure about these things now, can one!
So, what delights do I have for you today, I hear you ask? Well, firstly, thank you for asking and, secondly, let me enlighten you.
Today marks the 15th day of the month long Fahrenheit Press/Fahrenheit 13 love fest that is #Fahrenbruary. If you are unaware of what that is all about, please feel free to take a small but enlightening detour to this link here, but do come back…
You’re back? Hurrah and so forth and so fifth.
Where were we? Oh yes, why are you here? Well, today I present to you a magnificent Q&A with one of my very favourite authors Derek Farrell.
Derek is the creator and author of the Danny Bird Mysteries series of books (Death Of A Diva/Nobody/Devil and the soon to be released Death Of An Angel), published by Fahrenheit Press.
You can find my reviews of the first 3 books below:
Derek also wrote a brilliant Guest Post for me for Day 14 of #Fahrenbruary and you can find that here:
Intrigued? Well, I should bally well hope so too. So, patient reader, read on and discover what inspired Derek to create Danny Bird, what his favourite biscuit or cake are, and what type of sheets he has on his bed.
Enjoy. TBBB X
Way-heeeeeyyyyy and welcome to the hairiest book blog this side of Yetisville, where, I am led to believe, there is an even hairier book blogger. Mind you, Yetis are not really known for their literacy and reading skills so I don’t think I have anything to worry about. But, in the spirit of inclusiveness, I wish them all the very best.
Today is the 14th day of #Fahrenbruary which just happens to be Valentine’s Day, or Fahrentine’s Day, if you will.
Haha, Fahrentine’s Day? Geddit? Fahrentine? It’s a mix of Fahrenheit and Valen… No? No-one? Oh come on! *sigh* Ok, maybe that’s a Fahrenpun too far. Be like that then *sulks*
Okay, sulk over.
Now, Beardy Fact Fans, Fahrenbruary (or, to give it its old, boring name, February), is also LGBT History Month; a month long series of events that looks at the history of, promotes awareness of and acceptance towards, the LGBT community. It is also a celebration of all things Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender, with events up, down and across the country, in schools, colleges, Universities, libraries, the local bakers, the putting green, roller rink, jumble sales, tiddly-winks tournaments, retirement homes; you name it it’s there, anywhere and everywhere.
In this spirit, Derek has written a post where he discusses his favourite Queer Crime reads, and his reasons for choosing them. There’s some great sounding books and authors in here, none of which, I’m ashamed to say, I have read (though I do have Patricia Highsmith’s “The Talented Mr Ripley” on my shelf as I love the film and the book was begging me to buy it in my local bookshop. Would’ve been rude not too, wouldn’t it?). I will hang my beard in shame, but after reading Derek’s post I fully intend to look into these further and I shall lift my beard once more.
Derek is of course the author of his own Queer Crime series: the sublime and wonderful Danny Bird mysteries (Death Of A Diva; Death Of A Nobody; Death Of A Devil and the soon to be released Death Of An Angel), all published by Fahrenheit Press. Danny comes home one day to find his boyfriend shacked up with the window cleaner (no, seriously). He turns around and leaves, and in the process leaves his old life behind, losing everything that he knew and had worked hard for. A sheer coincidence leads him to the Marquess Of Queensbury pub in South London, where he spontaneously applies for the bar manager vacancy, and lo and behold, he finds himself with a pub. Sadly this pub is also owned by the local crime lord “Chopper” Falzone, which is a shame. This is just the start of Danny’s problems. Of course, you’ll have to read the books to find out what those problems are 😉
Anyway, that’s quite enough of my prattling and general guffery. So, without further ado, or further adon’t, I’ll hand over to Derek.
Enjoy 🏳️🌈 TBBB. X
Sitting in her makeup chair, eyes staring lifelessly ahead, the diva is dead. Her sequinned dress glittering in the light cast from above; the little pools of reflected light sparkling across the paper held tightly in her hand. The policeman carefully prises it out of her grip and unfurls it. It reads, “The Last Will and Blurb of Lyra Day”:
“Danny Bird is having a very bad day. In the space of just a few hours he lost his job, his partner and his home.
Ever the optimist, Danny throws himself headlong into his dream to turn the grimmest pub in London into the coolest nightspot south of the river. Sadly, everything doesn’t go quite as planned when his star turn is found strangled hours before opening night.
Danny becomes the prime suspect in the crime, and then the gangster who really owns the pub starts asking where his share of the takings has gone… it seems things are going to get worse for Danny before they get better.” Read More
Bonjour and bienvenue to my blog on this wonderful 12th day of #Fahrenbruary. If you’ve stumbled upon this post by chance you may not be familiar with what a Fahrenbruary is, so let me enhance your knowledge with this handy little link here…
Now that that’s out of the way, what do we have today?
Well today I present to you a 2-4-1 deal in that I am reposting my two mini reviews wot I wrote for Derek Farrell’s “Death Of A Nobody” and “Death Of A Devil” – books 2 and 3 in the Danny Bird Mysteries series.
These two reviews originally appeared on Goodreads and, if you’re at all familiar with my reviews, are very, very short indeed by my usual standards 😂 I can’t remember now why they didn’t get the full Beardy Book Blogger treatment, but I imagine that it was purely down to time; it’s no reflection on the quality of the books themselves.
Tomorrow I present my full review of the 1st in the series, “Death Of A Diva“. I’m presenting them out of order for reasons known only to my beardy brain and it ain’t letting me in on the secret. It has a habit of doing that.
I love these books unconditionally. They are smart, very funny, erudite, sanguine, clever, moving, tightly plotted and populated by the kind of characters that stay with you long after the book is over; they truly feel like family. They’re the kind of books that once read, and a new one in the series arrives, you open with a happy sigh, excited to be back in their company again and to see what calamity has befallen them this time (as I type this the 4th book, “Death Of An Angel” will be released on the 28th of Fahrenbruary 2019. Put that date in your pipe and smoke it, and put your fingers in your ears because I shall be letting out the loudest “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” that you will have ever heard! Truth *crosses arms gangsta style*).
Derek writes with a wit and style that takes me back to my youth. That is not to say that it is immature, no no no, but to me there’s a certain nostalgia in my nostalgia glands when I read these books. As I mention below, and in my review for Death Of A Diva, I am reminded of some of my favourite writers and TV shows that also feature an ensemble cast with quirky characters, wonderful dialogue and outlandish, yet believable, plots and predicaments. I personally feel that these book would make for a great TV series. Maybe I should start a petition to get them made. 🤔
The love that Derek has for his characters radiates from the pages; it’s in every word, every scenario, in every small trait and quirk. They feel so fully formed that I really want to go and have a drink and hang out in The Marquess Of Queensbury. But then, alas, one realises that it doesn’t actually exist. Bum cheeks 😥 Well, there are certainly places like it, but they won’t have Danny and his boyfriend Nick (a Detective Constable whose guv’nor is the highly unpleasant, homophobic, and right arsey bastard DCI Reid), Lady Caroline (Caz) Victoria Genevieve Jane De Montfort (and her capacious, almost magical, Gladstone bag), the ASBO twins Dash and Ray, bar manager Ali, and all the assorted crazies, misfits, regulars and unwanteds that populate and frequent my beloved Marq. Oh, and that is without all of the dead bodies that seem to find The Marq irresistible for some reason. I blame Ley-lines, or summink.
So, buckle up and take the plunge into Derek’s wonderful world. Ignore the worn and tired looking exterior of The Marquess of Queensbury pub, open the door, walk on in, buy a beverage, sit down in a quiet corner (if such a thing truly exists in The Marq), relax and wait for events to unfold. You’ll make new friends, possibly a couple of enemies too (watch out for the pub’s real owner popping by, one Chopper Falzone; you don’t want to mess with him), but either way you’ll thank me later.
Enjoy. TBBB X
Helloooooo, and the warmest of beardy welcomes to my little hirsute blog.
What’s that? You don’t have a beard? Oh, no, you don’t have to have a beard to be here. I’m the one with the beard, but if you do have one then you score extra Beardy Blog Points for being the most awesomerist blog reader… *whispers* but don’t tell everyone or they’ll all start growing beards! 🤫
Today I present to you my Q&A with author Seth Lynch.
Seth is the brains behind the wonderful, and I do mean wonderful, period noir Salazar novels, A Citizen Of Nowhere and A Dead American In Paris (click titles for reviews. There is also a non-Salazar 30s Paris book, The Paris Ripper, featuring Chief Inspector Belmont, but I have yet to read that one. The book sits on my shelf crying at me 😥).
Set in Paris during the 1930s, these books chart the trials and tribulations of Private Detective Reggie Salazar, a British ex-pat struggling to come to terms with his PTSD after his involvement in WW1, a drink and casual drug habit, avoiding getting killed and doing his best to upset most of the people he meets. He loathes the newfangled automobiles that are slowly infesting his city, preferring to walk, cycle or to take public transport to his destination, no matter how far. He is a wonderfully complete, rounded and realised character, and is ably supported by an equally memorable and varied cast. I have SO much love for these books I could probably write an entire blog post about them, BUT, this post isn’t about me; it’s about Seth, so, let the questions commence…
Hello and a very warm welcome to my hairy blog 😁
#Fahrenbruary* continues on at a pace and so today I present to you a repost of my review of the 2nd book in this wonderful, wonderful series. This review originally appeared last year on the blog tour organised by the rather splendid, and all round ace blogger and blog tour organiser, Emma Welton, aka @damppebbles over on that Twitter (check her out here too… https://damppebbles.com/damppebbles-blog-tours/)
*if you’re not sure what #Fahrenbruary is all about, check out my post… HERE
Stalking your latest PI job through the streets of Paris you pass several cafés, resisting the temptation to enter each one and have a small snifter of Cognac. Then, suddenly, you spy your quarry darting into a small alleyway. Quickly, you begin to cross the road eager to catch him before he slips through your fingers again.
From out of nowhere one of those newfangled autos passes behind you, belching exhaust smoke into the air and almost running into you, developing you in its smog. When will they ban these infernal contraptions? What’s wrong with the tram, train or the velocipede? As you regain your composure you realise that you have lost sight of your man. Drat! As the smoke clears, coughing and eyes stinging, you see something on the wall opposite you. You can’t make it out at first, but as your eyes refocus you see with some surprise that the writing scrawled on the wall of the alley is a… blurb:
Arty Homebrook lived and died in a world of sleaze which stretched from Chicago to Paris but never beyond the gutter.
He’d been sleeping with Madame Fulton, which is why Harry Fulton promised to kill him. So far as the Paris Police are concerned it’s an open and shut case. Harry’s father has other ideas and hires Salazar to investigate.
As Salazar gets to grips with the case he’s dragged reluctantly into an unpleasant underworld of infidelity, blackmail, backstreet abortions and murder.
Salazar is far too inquisitive to walk away and far too stubborn to know what’s for the best. So he wakes up each hungover morning, blinks into the sunlight, and presses on until it’s his life on the line. Then he presses on some more, just for the hell of it.
Hello again. Everyone doing okay? How is you personal #Fahrenbruary going? What’s that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the excitement of reposting my review of Seth Lynch’s A Citizen Of Nowhere.
This review originally appeared waaaaaaaay back last year when this little book blog was just known as the Stubbly Book Blogger. True story. Ok, not exactly a true story, the bit about the stubble, but it was one of my very first reviews.
Anyway, enjoy this repost and please come back tomorrow for a repost of my review of the sequel: A Dead American In Paris. After that I will be sharing a brand new Q&A with Seth.
Voici le blurb:
Salazar is an English detective haunted by his experiences of the Great War, who wiles away the days playing chess and taking on as little work as possible. When the alluring Marie Poncelet hires him to find a missing man he quickly realises it’s a case he wishes he’d refused.
Finding a missing man isn’t anything like finding a man who doesn’t want to be found and Gustave Marty has covered his tracks with a smokescreen that will push Salazar beyond the limits of physical endurance and to the edge of insanity.
As he’s drawn deeper into the shadowy underbelly of the City of Light, Salazar’s closed, structured world is blown apart by the arrival of a friend from his pre-war youth, the beautiful Megan Fitzwilliam, whose tenderness and love of life is a stark contrast to the brutal violence that lies within him.
When that violence threatens to engulf them both, Salazar must seek redemption or lose the very thing that has finally made his life worth living.”