My Top Ten Books of 2011

OK, so I’ve read shitloads of books this year. Here are my favourites. In order. A couple of things I noticed on compiling this list:

– Only 3 or 4 would be considered ‘literary’ fiction, the rest are crime, mostly noir. Even the ‘literary’ ones are very noirish. Make of that what you will.

– Only 1 or 2 (depending how you count – Hi, Helen!) are British. In fact Scottish, there are no English writers here. The rest are American except for Tsiolkas who’s Aussie. Make of that what you will.

Anyway, I’d love to know what your own favourites are, and what you make of this list. Sorry for not writing longer reviews, but I review for a living (and probably reviewed most if not all of these elsewhere during the year, sure you could google ’em), so I’m kinda wiped out on the reviewing front for now.

Enjoy!

1. Matthew F Jones, A Single Shot (Mulholland)

This is a fantastic piece of American country noir, with this first UK edition foreworded by Daniel Woodrell. A poacher accidentally kills a teenage girl then finds a bag of money. Shit ensues. Very bad shit. Terse, tense, and scary as fuck, basically.

2. James Sallis, Drive (No Exit Press)

Prose doesn’t come much leaner than this. Hollywood stunt driver by day, getaway driver by night – what a fucking great idea. Hardbitten, existential noir at its most stripped back and brutal.

3. Megan Abbott, The End of Everything (Picador)

Strange, otherworldly feel to this tale of a suburban teenage girl going missing. There is a real creepiness and unsettling nature to this exploration of teenage sexuality that is highly disturbing. Great, in other words.

4. David Vann, Caribou Island (Penguin)

Vann’s Alaska is a treacherous place. When an elderly couple decide to build a cabin on a remote island, it goes so badly wrong as to be barely readable. The end is darkest blackness.

5. George Pelecanos, The Cut (Orion)

Great return to novel writing after a spell at The Wire, this is the start of a new series, apparently, as an Iraq veteran gets sucked into bad shit back home in Washington DC.

6. Sara Gran, City of the Dead (Faber)

I’m not much into detective fiction normally, but this is fantastic. Sassy, funny and profound, it sees private investigator Claire deWitt negotiating the badlands of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina with only an old French guide to detecting and her considerable wits as company. Full of character.

7. Ray Banks, Dead Money (Blasted Heath)

Best British noir writer at the moment. This is a nasty story about a couple of double glazing salesmen in Manchester who get into all sorts of shit. Funny at times, but also genuinely disturbing, Banks takes you to places you don’t want to go, but you feel compelled to follow him.

8. Helen FitzGerald, The Donor (Faber)

Dilemma fiction, apparently. Whatever you call it, it’s brilliant, as a dad finds out both his teenage daughters have a potentially fatal kidney disease. What to do? FitzGerald is a master at characterisation and backstory, so you’re rooting for her characters no matter how fucked up they are.

9. Christa Faust, Choke Hold (Hard Case)

Wow, noir doesn’t come much more breakneck than this. Fantastic, rattling adrenaline ride as protagonist Angel gets sucked into a world of dodgy wrestling, drug dealing and shitloads more.

10. Christos Tsiolkas, Loaded (Vintage)

Author of The Slap’s first novel, published for the first time in the UK, this is a masterclass in equal-opportunities misanthropy, as the teenage Greek-Aussie gay narrator bounces around the shittier parts of Melbourne despising everything and everyone with such energy as to be utterly compelling.

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‘horribly funny, stomach-churningly bloody and highly entertaining’

Lookit, the good reviews for Smokeheads are still coming in, nine months after that little daftie was unleashed on the world. This time round we have Mary Bor to thank over at Curious Book Fans for her lovely but balanced words, the best of which are in this post’s title. Although I’ll quibble with her calling it a novella, it’s 60,000 words, Mary! Geeze a break, lady.

By my reckoning this is the 25th review of the book, how about that, a quarter century. For anyone interested, the majority (14) have come from bloggers, with 11 appearing in the mainstream paper media. Pretty even. Whatever that means. Nothing, really.

Anyway, thanks to everyone for all the coverage, can’t believe it’s still getting flagged up after all this time – cool enough!

Doug x

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Triple Choice Tuesday at Reading Matters

What do David Vann’s Legend of a Suicide, Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting and David Gates’ Preston Falls have in common? Not much, except that I bang on about how great all three books are over on Triple Choice Tuesday at Reading Matters. This comes hottish on the heels of Kim Forrester’s fantastic review of Smokeheads on the same blog.

Seems to be a lot of cool folk check out Reading Matters – a few comments after the piece saying they’re gonna try to get a copy of David Gates’ Preston Falls, which is all to the good, because it’s a truly amazing piece of work.

Getting to recommend books, eh? What a life.

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chris brookmyre takes glasgow

Part of my job as writer in residence at Strathclyde University is to organise a series of visiting author talks. Which is great, because I get to invite my favourite authors to come and talk about their work. Like Chris Brookmyre. Yes, bestselling crime author Chris Brookmyre. Here he is, look:

Anyway, he’s coming TODAY. Yes, TODAY. At 5pm, in room LT509 in Livingstone Tower, Richmond Street, Glasgow. And it’s OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. And FREE. And there will be CHEAP WINE. And possibly CRISPS. And undoubtedly some QUALITY CHAT. And LAUGHS.

So please do come. It’ll be fun even if you’re not there, but it’ll be even more fun if you are there.

If you don’t know who Chris Brookmyre is, you really should. But if you don’t, here’s some blurb:

Chris Brookmyre was born in Glasgow in 1968 and educated at Glasgow University, where he earned an MA (Hons) in English and Theatre. He worked as a sub-editor in London and Edinburgh prior to the publication of his first novel, Quite Ugly One Morning, which won the First Blood Award in 1996 for the best first crime novel of the year.

Thirteen further novels followed, garnering him two Sherlock awards and the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize for Comic Writing in 2006. In 2005 he was named Glasgow University Young Alumnus of the Year and in 2007 he won the Glenfiddich Spirit of Scotland Award for writing. Brookmyre is renowned around the world as a fantastically entertaining performer of his own work, and this event promises to be a real cracker, so don’t miss out.

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the newcastle winter book festival

So tomorrow marks the start of the Newcastle Winter Book Festival, now in its second year. There’s a great line up of writers over four days, click the link to check it out, download the programme or book tickets.

I’m appearing on the Sunday evening at the last event of the festival. It’s a double-header with Hugh Cornwell of The Stranglers, who has recently published a novel. Cool enough. We’re both gonna be reading, discussing and playing tunes. Then there’s some sort of aftershow thing. It’s all in The Star and Shadow, a pretty nice old cinema.

If yer in the neighbourhood, come along and say hi, sounds like it’ll be a great night. This is my last gig of the year, as far as I know, so I’ll no doubt be having a few cheeky wee drams. For a change.

See yeh there!

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‘Reservoir Dogs meets Trainspotting meets The Wicker Man’

OK, so last month I was at a Faber crime and thriller list party in that London, and met loads of lovely people. I was chatting to brilliant Irish thriller writer Alan Glynn, explaining the meaning of Scots word ‘thrawn’ probably, when a lovely lady called Kim came along and gave us her card and said she wrote a blog. She went away with a copy of Smokeheads, and I thought no more about it.

Now her review has appeared over on her blog Reading Matters. And what a fucking doozy it is!

‘One of the best psychological thrillers I’ve read in ages,’ she says, and who the hell are we to argue? Exactly, we are no one. Kim Forrester is awesome. Her blog is awesome. Awesome. Cheers, Kim!

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portobello this weekend – come!

Aye so, this weekend is the Portobello Book Festival , my local literary shindig! Now in its third year, it’s got a pretty great line up, and you can check out the entire programme here. Janice Galloway and Candia McWilliam, people, what’s not to like!

I’m doing a couple of things. On the Friday night I’m one of many musicians performing at Porty Town Hall to launch the whole thing, then on Saturday at 6pm I’m chatting to Allan Guthrie (A fellow Porty resident) about Smokeheads et al in The Dalriada on the prom, which looks like this:

That event is followed by a FREE whisky tasting organised by the Scotch Malt Whisky Society, so none of yer cooking drams, likes. Then after that there’s a literary pub quiz, where my lack of book knowledge will be cruelly exposed.

Do please come along, and check out all the events over the weekend, there’s bound to be something you fancy. All the organisers are volunteers, and it’s great the effort they’re putting into the local community – go Porty!

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achtung – cover for german edition of smokeheads

Ach, so here is the cover that BTB have knocked together for the publication in Germany next summer of Smokeheads. Or as it’s known in Germany, erm, Smokeheads. Cos they couldn’t think of a decent translation of the title, presumably.

Anyway, nice bit of broken bottle action. I like. More importantly, what do YOU think?

I presume the wee strapline is more or less the same as the UK version. Sounds more menacing in German though, somehow.

This is my first book to come out in a foreign language, and I’m ferking excited about it, so I am. Here’s hoping it flies like a little German bird through the skies over the black forest, and doesn’t get shot down by any sniping German critics. Kind of thing.

Auf Wiedersehen, meine freunde!

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the ossians dissected at the crime of it all

Just when you think The Ossians has vanished, up it pops again, with a big review over at The Crime of it All, courtesy of Evan Dempsey.


Tell you what about Len Wanner’s website and the guys he’s got writing for him – you might not agree with everything they say about your book (and I don’t), but there’s no doubting they really fucking properly, deeply engage with the text in a way that mainstream paper reviews just never do.

So there. I disagree with some of it, but I appreciate the dedication, so I do. And for what it’s worth, I think I agree with Dempsey about the slow start to the book, but then I wrote it fucking years ago when I had no fucking clue about anything. Man, he should’ve read the first draft, it was waaaaaaay slower. And shitter.

There yeh go.

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next novel cover revealed

Aye so, I got the Faber spring catalogue in the post today, which has my next novel listed in it. Yay! Seems like as good a time as any to post a picture of the cover, eh? So here it is:

Wotcha think? The one in the catalogue is an older version with a slightly changed strapline, but I prefer this one, likes. For those interested, here’s the blurb:

You hit someone. You run. But what if you have to go back?

Driving home from a party with his girlfriend and brother, all of them drunk and high on stolen pills, Billy Blackmore accidentally hits someone in the night. In a panic, they all decide to drive off.

But the next day Billy wakes to find he has to cover the story for the local paper. It turns out the dead man was Edinburgh’s biggest crime lord and, as Billy struggles with what he’s done, he is sucked into a nightmare of guilt, retribution and violence.

Drops on 1.3.12 – looking forward to it already, folks, spread the word!

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