The Guardian’s Best summer books 2018, as picked by writers
I had absolutely no idea at first that Fatal Evidence appeared in the Guardian’s Best summer books, as picked by writers. I noticed I had a new follower o...
I had absolutely no idea at first that Fatal Evidence appeared in the Guardian’s Best summer books, as picked by writers. I noticed I had a new follower o...
I’d wanted to go on holiday to Edinburgh for ages, and was rather pleased that I could combine it with the writing of my book, Fatal Evidence. But what do...
Alfred Swaine Taylor and the arsenic in the wallpaper
My second book was published on Monday. The copies arrived with my publisher on the Friday before. So imagine my surprise when, only a couple of days later, two...
At depth of night, this thought on home had shone; ‘Our distant child draws safe his sleeping breath.’ E’en then the cherish’d boy, th’ expected son, Was dying ...
Among the many adventures I had writing Alfred Swaine Taylor‘s biography, I decided to track down the previous owner of a book. I work at a well-stocked l...
Ecclesiastical sleuths are not unknown to crime fiction and drama – there’s Father Dowling, there’s G K Chesterton’s Father Brown, and J...
It’s not long now until my second book is published. Fatal Evidence is the first book-length biography of 19th-century forensic scientist Professor Alfred...
It’s hard to know sometimes (often, perhaps) if online articles are sincere or if they’ve been skewed for clickbait. That’s what I thought whe...
I need very little excuse to go to Edinburgh. I love it. I love it because it’s got loads of old stuff, it reminds me a bit of Granada (the old town with ...