The end of an era is upon us. After
just over two years in the beautiful city of Reykjavík it would seem that my
time here has come to an end or is just about to at any rate. As I gear up for
the most exciting moment yet in my fledgling writing career it turns out that it
will also serve as my farewell to Iceland.
Iceland Noir takes place in a
little over five weeks’ time on the 17th, 18th and 19th
of November and it is going to come as something of a shock to many who know me
in the crime writing community that I am on the verge of leaving my adopted
Nordic homeland. What I am really doing though is swapping one adopted Nordic
home for another. Straight after the festival I will be moving some 3,000 km to
southern Finland where I will be settling in the idyllic medieval town of
Porvoo. Klovharu, otherwise known as Moomin Island or the place where Tove
Jansson built her summer house lies just off the coast of Porvoo so I expect to
be seeing fat little trolls in my dreams.
From a writing perspective what it
means is that after the impending release of ‘A Place To Bury Strangers’ by
Fahrenheit Press and then one last Icelandic novella ‘Out On The Ice’ my books
will no longer be set in Iceland. I have recently begun work on a new as yet
untitled novel set at and around Surujärvi a fictional lake in south-eastern
Finland. Gone will be the meandering and at times completely useless Detective Grímur
Karlsson of the Reykjavík police force and soon he will be replaced by the much
tougher and nastier Detective Markku Waris of Finland’s law-enforcement
counterparts.
Iceland Noir will be the perfect
platform for me to launch ‘A Place To Bury Strangers’ my debut release with
Fahrenheit Press who will also be re-releasing my first novel ‘On A Small
Island’ at the same time. I will be appearing on the ‘Darkness: What frightens
you?’ panel at the festival alongside Ævar Örn Jósepsson, Thomas Enger and AK
Benedict as well as moderating the ‘F**king Sweary’ panel which should be a landmark
event in the history of literary festivals and will contain Val McDermid, J.S
Law, Craig Robertson and Derek Farrell. If I am to be remembered for just one
thing by my friends in Reykjavík I genuinely hope that it is for swearing my
head off in front of a paying audience at Nordic House on a Saturday afternoon.
It’s a tough and at times disgusting fucking job but someone’s gotta do it.
Literary festivals can, dare I say
it, be a little tedious if you’re not a huge fan of listening to authors talk
about themselves so I’m hoping to inject some much needed irreverence into
proceedings by encouraging Val, Craig, James and Derek to do more than a little
swearing on my behalf. The fact that three of them are Scots, my grandparents
were Scottish and that Derek hails from Dublin should not be lost on anyone. We
Celts are at the forefront of all things sweary. Always have been, always will
and that folks is just the way we fucking like it.
So, if you’ve nothing else on at
5:30pm on Saturday the 19th of November pop down to Nordic House to
see what a real storm looks and sounds like here in Iceland. After all, we
can’t let the weather have all the fun.
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